Chapter 31
“What the fuck was that?” Brantley asked, shoving his brother.
Angel was smaller in height and size, but when it came to Brantley, he’d fight until he was tired of the shoving.
Up until recently, Markus had been the one to block the bullying from older brother to younger.
Markus didn’t like bullying. He believed that people deserved respect.
They only lost that when they crossed him.
Angel shoved him back. “The nigga asked me. You think I wanted him to fuck me up to? In mommas house? You know how she feels about us fighting nigga.”
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that!” Brantley bellowed, huffing and puffing like a bull. “That nigga is trying to starve us! Us! Me! Choosing that nigga Svyn over us. And this bitch he got filling his head up.”
Angel fixed his sweatshirt and kissed his teeth. “She don’t have shit to do with this.”
“But she got that nigga heart. I want everything the nigga touches. His territories, his supplier. I want Majestic Heights,” Brantley spoke.
“This takeover was so much easier when he was drinkin’ and smokin’ with us.
Did you see him? He not even on the percs no more.
We were so fuckin’ close to having it all. ”
“We got to play this cool,” Angel spoke up, being the voice of reason. “We can’t touch Reign, he’ll lose his mind. You’ve seen that nigga. You know he won’t blink twice when he puts us down. We got to play this smart.”
Angel looked around as Brantley sparked his blunt. “Nah, we gon play this how I say we gon’ play this.” Angel heard Brantley’s words but was distracted by G approaching.
“This nigga. The fuck he doing here?” Angel asked, remembering how much shit being around G caused in the first place.
“’Cause I called him,” Brantley replied. “You don’t need to say shit, just go along with it.”
Everything in Angel’s body writhed at the thought of going along with it.
It was becoming clearer to Angel that he was following his brother down a path to nowhere.
The fact that G was walking around untouched only meant one thing: Markus was saving him for a time he could benefit from his death. That was a dead man walking.
“Y’all crazy ass cousin ain’t gon show up, is he?” G asked, looking around. “That nigga been too quiet.”
Brantley scoffed. “He got some new pussy. I’m gon’ need you to handle that.”
“Like I did Neveah?” G asked with a raised brow.
Brantley shook his head. “Nah. Neveah was easy. This little bitch he got ain’t easy and she don’t talk. But she has Neveah’s salon. We got to go to The Port with this nigga tomorrow, she’s gon be out here with no protection. I need you to scare her.”
“How bad?” G questioned.
“Bad enough that she gets the fuck on,” Brantley spoke.
“Aight, that’s going to cost you, though. This drought is killing my pockets,” G shared.
“Leave them bitches alone, get your crew together, I’m about to open the flood gates,” Brantley shared as he moved to his car. “Get out of here before one of these niggas sees you. Angel, let’s go.”
Angel followed his brother. Quietly riding to their side of the city, where Markus had them running supply houses and serving corners. To them, it looked like everything was moving smoothly.
“Auntie told us to go home,” Angel said with confusion.
“I don’t give a fuck about what they say. I’m running these blocks,” Brantley grumbled, walking into the trap house. “I need four bricks for the club.”
Angel swayed, perplexed with the order.
“Move nigga!” Brantley barked.
Angel moved to the back of the house to the supply closet and did as he was told.
The screeching of tires came as a prelude to the gunshots being fired into the house.
Had Brantley been paying attention, he would have noticed that when he pulled up, the hustlers got out of the way.
Brantley had always been five steps behind Markus.
If he was looking with green lenses that weren’t clouded by hate and envy, he would’ve seen that Luciano’s men picked a side long before his death. The hustlers on their side had pledged their loyalty. Going against Money meant choosing death.
Angel hit the ground as bullets buzzed around him. The shots firing back from the front of the house were from Brantley. When the firing was done, Angel crept to the front of the house. Two masked men and Brantley.
When Angel came into view, Markus pulled his mask off.
“I could kill you!” Brantley gritted.
“Sixteen shots and you missed every last one of them,” Markus spoke.
“I can set my watch by you stupid ass niggas. What part of do what the fuck I say was missed? Let this be a lesson to your simple ass muhfuckas, I run this shit. It’ll do you some good to remember that.
This ain’t Gracie’s Table. Get home and be at the airport tomorrow at six. ”
Brantley kissed his teeth.
“Yo, I swear you making it really fuckin’ hard to honor auntie’s wishes. Really fuckin’ hard. Fuck out of here.”
Brantley grumbled and stomped out of the house, and Angel followed suit. Inside the car, Brantley looked at his brother. “I’m going to kill that nigga. Just wait.”
Inside the house, Markus looked at Svyn. “I’m going to kill that nigga. Have those niggas clear the houses up. Nothing moves until we get back.”