Chapter 40
“Yeah nigga!” Angel shouted as he sped away from the crime scene. “They said I couldn’t do shit! I’m Angel nigga! I got bodies. Niggas, bitches, all them. Cuttin’ me off? Never muhfucka! Yeah! Big boss shit, give me the fuckin’ city.”
Angel, high out of his mind, sped down the street, swerving in and out of traffic toward his spot.
He felt alive, finally feeling like he wasn’t so much of a fuck up.
Never mind that his erratic shooting could’ve hit Cyn or another innocent bystander.
Never mind that his brother told him to stand down until he returned from Ocean City with Javier in his back pocket.
Angel didn’t care about that anymore. He wanted his respect, and he was going to get it one way or another.
He dialed his brother’s number and waited for an answer.
No one had heard from Brantley since he got to Ocean City.
For the ones that sent him, they weren’t shocked.
The way Javier partied and offered up women and drugs, Brantley was weak to temptation.
He was deep into the depths of whatever Javier had to offer.
When Brantley’s voicemail hit Angel’s ears, he huffed. “Man fuck him, too.”
Angel hung up and stared off into the distance. “I’m not waiting no more. I’m getting what’s mine.”
From his car to inside the apartment, he dropped his body down on the couch, snorted and few lines, and groaned in bliss.
“You the fuckin’ man. You about to be the fuckin’ man.
Fuck Money and fuck his bitch. Fuck ya mama, too.
This our shit. Whole city gonna be bowing to me. Watch, me muhfucka. Watch me.”