Chapter 17 Enzo
ENZO
My time in this busted ass city was finally coming to an end.
Truth be told, I been ready to get the fuck on since day one.
I didn’t give a fuck ‘bout these folk here and I damn sure ain’t want no kumbaya from nan one of them.
Senior, he killed my Pops, and he let that be known he did by his smartass remarks.
However, I ain’t want revenge on him for real.
Bentayga deserved that shit leaving my mama high and dry for a bitch that ended up pushing daisies a few months later anyway.
He was a sucka that ain’t know how to stand on business.
How the hell you go from catching bodies to loving the opps? That shit ain’t make no senses to me.
Nevertheless, the ten million I was skimming off they ass had a nigga in a hell of a mood.
The Atkins were so fuckin’ conceded that they never realized there was a snake in the camp.
All that talk ‘bout being this and that when I was single handedly taking what I wanted. Royce couldn’t hold onto his product, Black really can’t hold onto his crew cause they jump anytime I throw a plan their way, and Bentley…
lil’ bro couldn’t hold his deadass mama down in no shape or form.
Sage Springs was my playground, not theirs.
Pulling into the parking lot of Taylor I don’t give a fuck. However, this a whole lot of money you stepping into. Make that shit count.”
“I make everything I touch count. Let’s just get this shit over with so I can get the hell back to Florida.”
“Good luck,” he mumbled. I caught it and I had every feeling to turn the hell around. However, I was here and so was that ten million dollars.
Chuckling, I nodded and checked every room I passed for anything suspicious.
This was a set up, I could feel it. That inheritance check was in reach though, and I fa damn sho wasn’t passing that shit up.
The Atkins probably went through twice as much on a yearly basis while this was enough to keep me and mine good for a lifetime.
I was risking my life. I’d already picked up on that.
“We gon’ do this in the conference room with Yolani,” he said opening the door to the same room we met in before.
Yolani Taylor sat on the other side of the table looking as fine as ever. It ain’t make no sense how beautiful the women in this whack ass city was. It ain’t deserve them.
“Mr. Bentley Atkins, it’s good to see you again,” she said standing and extending her hand in my direction.
Stepping into the room completely, I walked over and clasped my hand with hers.
It was just as soft as it was on day one.
The door shut behind me and that lock was loud and clear causing me to turn around instantly.
My heart damn near jumped out my chest when I laid eyes on thee one nigga I singlehandedly put away for at least ten years.
I quickly straightened up to save face. A nigga was terrified, but he’d never know it.
I preferred to throw hands, but this particular nigga liked to let his bullets handle business for him.
Everything in me said to turn my black ass around, but I just had to let my greed for this money lead the way.
“Look at you stepping in for a nigga on his behalf. What? Since I was locked up, you trying to fill my shoes or something?” I smirked and Bentley continued taking a step closer with every word he spoke.
“These is custom muthafucka. You’ll never be able to fill them.
That ten mill must’ve made you lose yo’ goddamn mind. ”
“I guess money talks. How the fuck you get out of prison Bentley? I played that shit by the books,” I boasted.
“Nigga, you a fuck up, and you forget one major thing. A nigga like me always got eyes on himself. What it take after I handed that shit over Yonnis? Two weeks?” he asked looking to Yonnis.
“Twelve days,” Yonnis answered with a smirk.
I got played. This nigga knew I was a fraud and still let me believe I’d be able to claim that money.
My detective senses went off for a reason, and I ignored the hell out of them.
Now here I was staring the grim reaper in the face.
I instantly thought about my family. Amada wasn’t gon’ see me ever again and my lady…
She begged me to bring my ass home, and I told her I had this.
I was filled with nothing but regret right now.
“Twelve days,” I repeated with a slight head nod. “Aight Bentley, what you trying to do? I’m on whatever you on.”
A light knock rang out on the door. Yonnis popped the locks and opened it.
In stepped the two niggas I knew fa sho wasn’t gon’ let me walk up out this bitch in one piece.
Just my fuckin’ luck to have every Atkins I had beef with to be in one fuck ass room.
I guess my death certificate was the only thing that needed my signature.
I casually walked over to the window and looked out one last time.
I realized I didn’t get a good look at the make and models of the vehicles when I rolled up.
Royce’s Rolls Royce was directly next to Black’s red Genesis with Bentley’s black and copper Bentley on the other side.
My eagerness to claim the money along with the high from the cocaine clouded my judgement.
“Please let me beat this nigga ass before you put him in the dirt big cuz,” Black begged.
“I got all the time in the world. Do yo’ thing,” Bentley said gesturing for him to handle me.
Now, I might’ve made Black believe I was an easy nigga to bury, but I was far from it.
He was gon’ get his ass handed to him if he came this way thinking I would fall with ease.
Removing my jewelry, I entertained his bullshit.
I even did him a favor and removed my grills.
I wanted him to feel like he had a chance in shooting the ones.
Black did the same in return leaving on his rings.
Bitch ass nigga.
“Don’t tear my shit up,” Yonnis voiced taking a seat.
“You ‘bout to get yo’ ass handed to you lil’ nigga,” I spoke with a light chuckle. “Yo’ crew ain’t here to do yo’ bid either.”
“Nigga you got me fucked up if you think I need my crew to handle my light work. I been wanting to put you down bitch ass nigga,” Black threw back.