Chapter 41
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Javier asked with a slither in his voice.
The python amongst the snakes and Brantley blended into the viper’s nest with ease. He snorted up the residual powder in his nostrils and smiled lazily at the naked woman gyrating before him. It’d been days of this. No business discussed, only an endless supply of drugs and women.
“Yeah, you got it fuckin’ lit here,” Brantley spoke, sitting up to touch the woman in front of him, but Javier stopped him. “What?”
“You’ve been fuckin’, snortin’, and eatin’ for free. Why the fuck are you here? Hm?” Javier questioned.
What Brantley didn’t realize was that though Javier played with his nose, he was sharper than his prey. Brantley’s appearance here after the wake of dead bodies and Markus’ refusal to partake raised the red flags for him.
Brantley sat back and peered at Javier.
“Why the fuck did Money send you?” Javier asked.
“To find your weaknesses. He has your bitch. Been fucking her and all,” Brantley announced.
Javier smirked, knowing that the information came too freely.
He didn’t have any use with Reign now. He just refused for another man to have her.
When he got her back, he was going to kill her for the hell of it.
He didn’t miss her, didn’t love her, nor did he care about her.
For him, it was all about control. No one escaped him and lived to tell the story. No one. Not even Brantley.
“And you stayed for what? You had ample amount of time to kill me. Ample opportunities. What is it that can Javi do for you?”
Brantley looked at the bloated man and chuckled to himself. He’d be foolish to believe he could return to Majestic Heights without Javier’s pipeline. Just like Javier was foolish to believe that Reign didn’t remember the things Javier did or the enemies he made.
“When you drop that nigga, put me over his organization. I deserve that shit,” Brantley spoke like an entitled child. He didn’t deserve anything but a bullet between his eyes and an unmarked grave.
Javier turned to look at the naked woman waiting for her next command.
“His dick, your mouth,” he ordered.
She didn’t waste a second getting to business and putting Brantley in a position where he couldn’t think straight, let alone fight back. Too high, too deep, too lost in the darkness to see the light.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. In two days you’ll go back. You’ll tell him I want a meeting. I want to see how he’s moving my product. I’ll handle him and that bitch then. For now, enjoy all this pussy.”
Javier roamed out of space with a handful of women of his own.
Brantley was left on the sofa with no care about what was happening back home or who needed him.
In the belly of the beast, and he was too impaired to realize he was being eaten alive.
In the middle of the orgy, with no regard for time, all the things Markus attempted to drill into his head.
Like watch your enemy, never be too eager, keep her nose clean, and never shit where you eat were all faded memories.
He felt like a king, and in his mind, he deserved this feeling without any sowing of the harvest.
He was as good as dead.