Chapter 5 #2
“What’s got you so tight, nigga?” Svyn questioned.
“Fuck you mean?” Markus quipped.
Svyn chuckled giving his childhood friend a once over. “Nigga, you look like your opp is fuckin’ your bitch.”
“That shit is highly likely,” Markus pulled his phone out and navigated to the video Nia sent him earlier. “What that shit look like?”
Svyn surveyed the video of Neveah backing her ass up and grinding against G without a care in the word. “Like they fuckin’.”
“Like her ass didn’t get home until an hour and a half ago, lookin’ and smelling like that muhfucka fucked the shit out of her. Walking back in my shit like I was bothering her.”
“What you gon’ do about that? G violated on purpose. All this shit is about to get hot. Rock and G. You know what this means?”
“Bodies about to drop. Rock, G, and whoever else gets in my way,” Markus chuckled. “As far as Neveah is concerned, that bitch is gon’ be out my shit by tonight. That’s if Nia don’t drown her in the shampoo bowl before then.”
Svyn smirked, the thought of Nia’s mean ass softening his features for a split second. “She’s most definitely going to drown her ass in the shampoo bowl. Then look at her like yeah bitch I’ll do it again.”
“Whatever you fucked up with her, you need to un-fuck it,” Markus replied. “She cussed my ass out this morning like I’m her nigga.”
“I ain’t fuck up nothing. Nia don’t know how accept shit and that’s your fuckin’ fault.”
That was true. As much as Markus made sure his boys were good, he did twice as much for his sister.
“Take that shit to her. Make her accept that. I’m going to make sure the other spot is stashed, especially since Neveah ain’t good for shit but a fuckin’ headache.”
“You the one that put her up like you were about to wife her ass.”
“Wild nigga doing wild nigga shit. Anyway, get that over to her before she calls and cusses me out again. I’m headed to the spot in UC.”
“Bet.”
Markus and Svyn were separated until they were walking out of the warehouse to separate cars.
“Take her some food so she at least lets you hang out before kicking your ass out her shop,” Markus threw over his shoulder before the revving of an engine grabbed his attention. That bright orange Hellcat racing his way. “Syv!”
Markus dropped the boxes he was holding and pulled his gun out, Svyn did the same. Shots were fired from Markus and everyone running out the warehouse as back up. Rock sped past firing one hopeful shot at Markus, piercing his shoulder.
“Agh fuck!” he grimaced into the air. “I got that nigga!”
Svyn heard the command and unloaded his clip into the back of the Hellcat sending Rock crashing into a concrete beam.
Shot and blood trickling from his shoulder, Markus was driven by pure adrenaline as he ran down toward the car.
Rock staggered out of the car, the right side of his head gashed open from the crash.
Markus fired a shot through his kneecap. Rock dropped to the ground, his gun dropping in the process.
“Fuck you,” he spat as Markus appeared over him.
“Only took you a couple of days for your balls to drop, to bad it’s the same day you fuckin’ die,” Markus gritted.
“That’ why G is fuckin’ your bitch,” Rock replied before a bullet fired through his penis. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air.
Markus could’ve shot him in the head and saved himself the dramatics, but Rock used to be one of his top runners. He needed to show the rest of them that Money was to never be fucked with. “Fuck you, fuck that nigga, and fuck that bitch.”
The statement was punctuated with a bullet through his skull.
Markus turned with a blood-stained shoulder and looked at his runners. “Clean this shit up.”
Svyn didn’t say a word to Markus until they were alone at his car. “I’ll call Cyn.”
“Take that shit to the shop, have one of those capable niggas get this to UC.”
“Where you going?” Svyn questioned.
“Nia’s. The shop is close.” Markus got inside of his ride sure not to show anyone how bad the bullet actually hurt. Speeding off, he used the system in his car to call Nia.
“You don’t want me to make no money today do you?”
“Clear your back room.”
“Money, what’s wrong with you?”
“That shit hits, Nia,” Markus winced. That was code, signaling Nia that bullets had rained down on their crew. By the tone of his voice she knew it was him.
“You’re not coming here with that!”
“Where the fuck you want me to go? Huh? The fuckin’ ER? Nah. Clear that shit and up and don’t say shit else to me,” he snapped before hanging up.
No matter how Nia felt about her shop being used as a makeshift operation room, she rescheduled everyone’s appointment and shut the shop down, awaiting her brother’s arrival.
Like clockwork, everyone arrived at the same time.
Even Angel and Brantley. Considering they were supposed to be further away.
“Fuck!” Markus groaned into the towel between his teeth.
“Money, you got to stop jerking before I nick something and then we’re going to have more issues on our hands,” Cyn, Brantley’s fiancée, shot back.
“Give me something for this shit then!” he barked back.
“When I get the bullet out and stitch you up, I’ll give you some pills.”
“Why not now?”
“Because if you’re screaming, you’re alive. Hold still, shit!” Cyn fussed back.
“How the fuck this even happen in broad daylight?” Brantley fussed.
“That nigga just pulled up on us on some Rambo shit,” Svyn explained. “Everyone started firing, Money got hit, and Rock is probably at the bottom of the river now.”
“This is the fuckin’ shit!” Brantley bellowed. “Sending me out to run fuckin’ packs when niggas are actively declaring war.”
“What the fuck you mean, war?” Nia fired off. “What the fuck is happening, Money?”
“How about all y’all shut the fuck up! Shit!” Markus barked back. “Let Cyn stitch my shit back together before you keep on with this bullshit.”
“Who you talking to?” Nia shot back.
Markus cut her a look that silenced her rebellion. “Not another word, Nia. Damn.”
It took Cyn another thirty minutes to clean the wound and stitch the area. She handed Markus a bottle of Percocet she stole out the medication room before claiming a family emergency and running out of the hospital.
“Money, only take two of these every six to eight hours for pain. Nothing more.”
Markus took the bottle out of her hand and poured three in his mouth.
“You don’t fuckin’ listen,” she scolded.
“This shit hurts like a bitch,” he huffed, chasing them with the water Nia handed him earlier.
“Now can you fill me in on this war?” Nia huffed, her eyes on her phone screen. “Oh fuck!”
“What?” the group asked.
“Scar. They got him,” Nia replied.
“There go our connect,” Angel groaned. “Luciano is about to take all that shit.”
Markus gritted and ran his hand down his face. “Not if we get to it first. It’s open market. Every stash house in the city that G has. I want it. Right now. Put the word out.”
“And that right there just put us at war,” Nia huffed. “This fuckin’ mayor.”
“How well you know him?” Markus questioned.
“I do his wife’s hair. And sometimes she gets some snow on the side.”
“Get me a meeting. It’s time to do some straightening.”
“They’re having a gala at the mansion in a couple days. I have to make a house call, I’ll talk to her then.”
Markus winced. “Aight.”
“What about G?” Brantley asked.
“Let me be the one to put him out of his misery,” Markus groaned. “How long until that shit kicks in?”
“Give it time, Money,” Cyn fussed. “B, take him home before his big ass passes out. It’s bad enough there’s blood everywhere.”