Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
MAKARI “HAVOC” SANCHEZ
Istepped out of Oblique’s shop, wondering why it was I was seeing Shakur once again. The nigga clearly wasn’t hiding. He was hard to read; I would give him that.
Everyone else, I could see right through them, but not Shakur. He was hard as hell, and he’d built a wall around himself for some reason. I wasn’t sure if he’d always been like that because I wasn’t going to lie, I didn’t really pay him much attention over the years before he left.
We hardly crossed paths back then, and he wasn’t really on my radar like that for me to pay attention to him. So, I had no idea if this wall had always been there or if that was something new.
As I walked over to my car, my phone rang, and I froze seeing it was my dad. He never, ever called me, and I only had his number because of Kelechi.
Releasing a sigh, I answered, knowing he was only going to call me back if I didn’t. If he was calling, it was because he had to and not wanted to!
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Where are you?”
“I’m just leaving Oblique’s shop,” I said, sliding into my car. Shakur stepped out of the shop too. We looked at each other before he hopped in his Camaro and drove away.
“Come to the warehouse now, I have some important shit to discuss with you both.”
I told him I was on the way and hung up. Sighing, I braced myself to deal with him.
The ride over to the warehouse, Hell had called to let me know that he was already there waiting on me.
When I finally arrived, I was a little pissed off to see that Sony and his crew were there too along with Viper.
All eyes were on me as I stepped through the door. Viper had this weird ass look on his face as he watched me. From what I could remember, he always had this look on his face. Like he both hated and liked me. The shit was weird to explain, but I knew what I felt when that nigga put his eyes on me.
The type of feeling when you know someone admires you, but their jealousy also makes them pray on your downfall.
Hell waved me over, and I sat beside him, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else in the room.
“Okay, I called this meeting because of Sincere,” Orlando started, looking at us all. His beady ass eyes then landed on me.
“Havoc, from now on, only Hell deals with anything business related—big or small,” he said, confusing the fuck outta me because that was my job.
I was the one to deal with minor issues with the business such as meeting with workers like Oblique. That wasn’t something for Kelechi to be dealing with.
My brother looked at me, just as confused before he looked at Orlando again.
“But Pops, I need Havoc to do—“
“I need you to do what the fuck I tell you!” Orlando roared. “Did you not hear what the fuck Sincere said? He’s going to pick a successor, and even if I have to sell my left nut sack, that’s going to be you, Hell!”
I simpered but nodded to show I fully understood. If he wanted me to step back, then I fucking would. Wasn’t my shit anyway.
“I don’t care if you have to work twenty-four hours a day, Hell. I need that nigga to see you’re going hard, you understand?”
Deep down inside, I knew this was what Orlando wanted more than my brother, but I knew Hell. He’d been groomed all his life to do what my father asked of him, therefore, I knew this wasn’t going to be anything different.
It was clear from a very young age that Orlando lived his life through Kelechi, and he was still doing it.
“No matter what, you make sure that you’re the nigga he’s got his eyes on. Understand?” Orlando pushed. My brother sighed.
“Yeah, I hear you Pops.”
“Good. As for the rest of y’all, I need y’all to help my son catch Sincere’s eyes. Whatever y’all have to do, whoever y’all have to kill, you get that shit done! Wherever my son goes, so the fuck do y’all!”
Kelechi looked at me and shook his head, but I just shrugged.
“You got it!” I answered.
TWO DAYS LATER
Part of Operation Make Hell the Boss was literally following my brother around like a fucking loser. I didn’t deal with anything anymore. I just walked behind my brother like I had no mind of my own. He hated it, but do you think Orlando gave a fuck?
It was giving off a rapper and his entourage, but Orlando thought it showed power. The nigga was stupid if you asked me, because in all these years, we never, ever saw Sincere with an entourage of niggas, so where did he get that shit from?
Even when he walked into that room at the meeting, Sincere did it alone.
I knew he had guards, soldiers, lieutenants and probably a fucking killing squad ready to kill anybody.
He had to have people around him for him to make it this far and for fifty years.
But Sincere moved in silence and alone. That was the true showing of power.
I wanted to say that, but knew Orlando wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say anyway, so why bother?
When Hell pulled up at the club, I immediately turned to look at him, making him laugh.
The Society had opened a club for all their fucked-up ass kids to club in, and I made it my mission never to step foot in there.
Yet here my brother was bringing me. I wasn’t in The Society because I chose to be; unfortunately, my DNA chose for me, but I made sure to stay away from it all when I didn’t have to be near them.
So I definitely didn’t want to be here in my free time.
“You got me fucked up, Hell. I ain’t going into that fucking club. I would prefer the other one.”
The club we got ambushed in was across town and more my speed because it was quiet. I would have preferred to go there.
“Can’t. Pops said I need to be seen here,” Kelechi explained.
“Why are you giving in to him?” I questioned.
My brother gave me a stank look, making me chuckle.
“You know I’m only half giving in, so he won’t talk shit,” Kelechi said, letting me finally understand why he was doing this.
“But don’t tell him—it’s our secret,” he smiled and put his fist up for me to bump.
I laughed, knowing I often did the same thing with Orlando, too, which was why I easily agreed to his plan about following Hell around to get Sincere’s attention.
However, I wasn’t feeling having to go to the club in order to keep Orlando quiet.
“So, can we go?” Hell asked, looking at me.
I paused and sat there staring out of the window. My mind and body wanted to do two different things, but my love for my brother won.
“Two hours only,” I let him know and then we climbed out of his car together. I noticed Sony and his friends walking toward the entrance too.
If Sony’s here, maybe I didn’t have to go too, I thought, looking around.
“You coming?” Hell asked when he saw I was following behind him. I stood there for a few seconds just looking at him before I finally followed my brother.
He already had a whole ass section set up for us. I kept my head on a swivel as we made our way to the second floor. These might have been The Society’s bastard children inside this club, but I didn’t trust anyone.
As we made our way upstairs, people were coming up to Hell, calling him boss and trying to get close to him.
I instinctively tapped my gun on my waist as I watched everyone intently.
Hell picked up on my discomfort and maneuvered quickly through the crowd of people, allowing me to relax a little.
When I stepped into the reserved section and saw a group of strippers, it took all of my willpower not to walk out. I was lowkey as fuck and didn’t like people touching me—including strippers.
Hell looked at me, probably already knowing what was on my mind.
“That wasn’t my doing,” he said before nodding his head in Sony’s direction.
Sucking my teeth, I took a seat in the corner, hoping that would let the strippers know that I didn’t want to be bothered.
Thankfully, Hell let them know that they were all there for him, so none of them really looked my way.
Plus, I already knew the stank look on my face was a big ass warning sign for them. I was mean. I just couldn’t help it.
After an hour, I was done with the noise and the number of people in this section. Sony had invited more of his friends, making our section overcrowded as fuck. I could feel my antisocial spirit kicking in, so I decided to remove myself until my brother was ready to go.
Seeing an empty booth by the bar, I snuck out of the section and headed downstairs. I instantly felt a sense of relief when I took a seat by myself.
Where I was sitting, I could clearly see Hell, so I was good with that. After what happened at the club last time, I wasn’t taking any chances.
I ordered myself a glass of Henny and continued to check my surroundings. I was giving my brother an hour, and then I was leaving his ass, even if I had to take an Uber home.
As I looked up to make sure Hell was still good, I noticed an older nigga sitting in a corner watching him.
The fact that he was around my pops' age made him stick out like a sore thumb because this place was packed with young niggas. I put my hand on my side where my gun was to get ready because I didn’t like the way he was watching Hell.
He didn’t make a move or anything, and that was when it occurred to me who he was. One of Sincere’s people.
Even though that nigga walked alone, I knew he wasn’t, and this dude in here just proved that.
He suddenly looked my way, slid out of the booth, and walked away.
I immediately jumped up to my feet, hand at my hip again, and watched as he left.
My eyes bounced back and forth to see if he was truly alone.
Once he left the exit, I continued to watch them until I was satisfied that he had left and no one else was with him.
I sighed and ran a hand down the length of my face and took back my seat.
“Nigga, why you sitting here alone?!” Hell drunkenly dropped into the seat beside me and started laughing.
“I think we should leave,” I said. Something about seeing Sincere’s mans had me feeling uneasy and eager to leave.
My brother frowned and shook his head at me.
“But the party just started!”
He was drunk off his fucking face and feeling himself because those hoes were showing him some attention.
“I’m saying though, I think one of—”
“You know, I thought Pops was crazy as fuck, but I see it now. Imagine me being the king, the mothafucking boss!” Kelechi slurred and jumped up out of his seat.
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him, wondering when he started seeing shit Orlando’s way.
“Hell, this isn’t the move, brother. You ever see Sincere move like this?
” I tried to reason. I stood to my feet and put my hand on his shoulder.
Hell looked me in the eyes. I thought I was finally getting through to him until he said, “Times have changed, Havoc. It’s time for a new king to pave the way. ”
My heart broke knowing my father finally got through to him.