Chapter 8 Enzo #3
Laughing, he nodded and left the conference room.
I grabbed up the manilla envelope finally bringing my breathing to normal.
I’d been walking on pins and needles since I entered the building.
I was more than terrified for my identity being found out, but I wasn’t scared of none of them.
My focus was on them damn commas and them commas alone.
We filed out the building with that nigga hopping in the McClaren that was parked by the door. As much money as the Atkins fed him, he’d better be rolling in a quarter million-dollar whip.
I climbed in my shit seconds after and was trailing him down the main road. We cruised through traffic moving in and out that bitch at a comfortable pace. When we hit the highway, it was straight go mode. He pushed that bitch, and I had to do the same. After all, I was in a Bentley Bentayga.
Notes was taken from every exit we passed.
I was getting back to this compound one way or another.
We drove for what seemed like a half an hour before we coming off an exit.
These muthafuckas was so damn paid they had their own exit.
That exit led to a private road which we stayed on for ‘bout three minutes before we came to a gate.
Too much money and don’t know what to do with it.
Yonnis spoke his peace causing the gatekeeper to look my way with curious eyes.
He smirked from whatever was told and nodded.
He stepped back in his booth and granted us access to the compound.
Muthafuckas knew they had money flowing from trees ‘cause it made no sense how much land these niggas was sitting on.
Bypassing house after house, nobody could run they mouth and say they had less than ‘round here.
The road led to another gate that Yonnis had to get out and punch a code in himself. Beyond the gates was nothing but trees. I was more excited to see how they were living than to give a fuck about Royce wanting to do me in. I was his long-lost cousin. He wasn’t ‘bout to handle me like he thought.
Another minute passed by before we hit what I’d been waiting for.
Yeah, I had my family set up and out the way, but the Atkins was put up and out the fuckin’ way for real.
Seeing the house that sat in the middle, you’d think these muthafuckas was housing presidents and shit.
It was luxury car after luxury car sitting in the many driveways surrounding that bitch.
I understood why Bentley’s mentality was the way it was.
The nigga really did come from fuckin’ royalty.
Pulling up behind Yonnis, I threw the car in park.
I then grabbed the small bag of white out the arm rest and dipped my pinky inside.
I rubbed it across my gums to get that boost back.
That nigga Yonnis definitely blew my shit at his office.
Stepping out, I waited by my ride for him, and he took his precious time.
When he finally decided to step over, he was still wearing that goofy ass smile.
“You ready?” he inquired.
Knowing I had my tool on me, I returned the smile and said, “I’m just waiting on you.”
He released a low chuckle and headed for the front door. I was right on his trail with the letters in tow. He walked right into the crib without ringing a bell or knocking. He was more than just a family attorney. He was family.
He was able to enter without scolding, me on the other hand, was knocked on my ass as soon as I made it into the foyer. “Fuck nigga. Who the hell you thought you was playing with boy?”
More fists came raining down leaving me the only option to curl up like a child and protect myself. As if the blows wasn’t enough, a nigga felt nothing but weight behind every kick to my body. Whoever was getting they rocks off was getting me for old and new.
“Royce, stop. I said stop dammit!”
Damn nigga. At least let me see you face to face before putting belt to ass.
“Aye, you can shut the fuck up talking to me. Ain’t nobody do shit when the nigga came and stole from me so don’t say shit now.
” I heard nothing but gasps and a metal clicking seconds later.
“I should send yo’ ass to OG with the rest of yo’ crew.
You took my shipment and ain’t brought back a dime of my residuals.
I’m not pleased lil’ cousin,” he ranted.
A beauty coated in the purest of chocolate walked over and started gathering the letters that spilled from the envelope.
Besides the vitiligo covering parts of her face, she was captivating.
Her height was one of a midget it almost seemed, but it fit her.
She was petite but curvaceous at the same time. I had to admit, I liked what I saw.
She looked at the letters one by one as she did so. Looking up at Royce, she said, “These are from Mama Rose. Y’all, I think this is real.”
“Heidi don’t piss me off. Get yo’ ass back over there and stay the fuck away from his thieving ass!” Royce shouted.
Heidi. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
“Everybody just stop I said. Young man, who are you?” The lady who yelled the first go round was speaking again.
I was still trying to get my shit together from being put on my ass.
I sat up a lil’ and lost my balance. Royce lowkey made a nigga lightheaded.
Shit, the way he rocked my shit, I felt like he used more than his fist to put me down.
He allowed me to get to my feet. However, that was only for a few seconds before I was dropped again.
Removing my gun from my waist, I was back to my feet ready to drop a nigga.
What caused me to slow down and take everything in when I turned around was seeing Black from Twenty-One standing in the doorway.
He was an unexpected wrench thrown in my plans one too many times.
If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve had more of Royce’s shipments.
“Tell the folk who the fuck you is weak ass nigga,” Black uttered. “What? Cat got yo’ fuckin’ tongue?”
Hell yeah, nigga. Hulk didn’t say shit ‘bout you being a fuckin’ Atkins.
“This pussy nigga is who Mama Rose wanted us to meet so bad. Bentley Swiss Cheese Atkins. Royce, you should know him better than anybody. The nigga been on yo’ dick for years,” Black revealed.
“This is who robbed you?” the older woman questioned.
Laughing, I stepped to Black and placed my gun directly in his face. He got off with his crew the last time. This was a different time. I owed him for then and now. “You keep crossing the line with me and quite frankly, I’m tired of it.”
“You better lower yo’ fuckin’ steel at mine. Fuck around and find out why I don’t play ‘bout that one,” Royce stated mushing his piece in the back of my head.
Black smirked and cocked his head to the side. He knew he had his brother’s support much like he did when Twenty-One was under his thumb. Cocky niggas moved different, and I was beginning to see why he never took my shit when I was in Frost Peaks.
“Dammit. I don’t want no blood shed in my house. Royce and Genesis, let him be. Bentley, what are you really here for? Is it to cause trouble?” the older woman asked intervening.
“My inheritance. Oh, and to bond with family. After all, I am an Atkins,” I answered smirking at Black. It was my time to shine.
“Not today. Yonnis, show him out.”
Finally giving someone other than Black and Royce my attention, I turned and looked into the face of the man that laid my father to rest. Royce Senior caused every ounce of blood flowing through my veins to instantly boil.
I was fuming with rage. It was taking everything in me not to show him to the gates of hell.
Show me out? After all the hell he caused? I had nothing but hatred for him and then some.
Instead of responding as a son of Bentayga, I responded as a son of Rhema. “You know all about showing somebody out. I mean, I ain’t expect too much from a nigga that sent my mama on the run. You a pussy. Don’t trip though, I’m gone.”
The salivated blood I collected in my mouth was spat onto the foyer floor.
I shoved Black with everything I had causing him to stumble back, lose his balance, and fall into the door.
I was over the bullshit for the day. I got everybody’s reaction and knew how to move accordingly.
The only person that showed grace was lil’ Ms. Heidi.
If I wanted to get in good with the family, I needed to start with her.
Hopping in my whip, I sped out and headed for the main entrance. This wasn’t the last time they was gon’ see good old Bentley. They could bet they last dollar on that. I had shit to stir and money to touch.