Menace #3
I started laughing uncontrollably, as they both stared at me like I was crazy. I was, but that was beside the point. “Told ‘em to leave me alone… Duke, take me to my boo.” I put my hands behind my head and rested.
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Those fucking pigs were so busy they didn’t know which way to go. They didn’t know if they should have tended to what went down at the treasury, or the chopper that just plummeted into the water. As we bypassed each exit on the FDR, someone merged on and got in line with the Rez.
Capri and Luci got on first, then the next exit Quasim opened that Ferrari on the highway.
We passed a few before Quameer pulled in and fell into line.
I continued to look and then relaxed when I saw a punch buggy merge onto the last exit, as we headed up to the George Washington bridge to make it to Philly to fly out.
“That nigga in a fucking punch buggy,” Duke laughed at Bruster pushing that shit like it was a hell cat.
I knew he had stolen that car and tracked me to make sure I saw him. Although he said wheels up, those wheels weren’t going up unless my brothers were fucking near. Nissan came near, the window rolled down and Don nodded.
Traffic was light as we made our way into Jersey. Capone owned a warehouse in Dumont and they took our whips and would destroy them.
“This nigga went and stole Herbie.” Quameer broke out laughing as he climbed off his bike.
Bruster flipped him the finger. “This was the only shit down the block I ran down… other one was a fucking police cruiser.”
“How it drive? I’m scouting out whips for Peach for her sixteenth birthday.”
Capri rushed over and kissed her husband on his face. They did some weird ass teeth shit that pissed me off, so I looked away. “We have time, Meercat.”
The way she said it had less to do with the time they had until their daughter turned sixteen, and more to do with what they had just survived.
We have time.
Yeah. We did.
The second set of whips pulled up. Duke held the door opened to the SUV, and I climbed in. Bruster got in on the other side, while Don got into the front.
Luci held his hand out and dapped Meer up. “Take care of her, or I’m gonna do it for you.”
Meer lunged at him. “Then you gonna be sporting a worse burn than I have. Good shit out there.”
“Always nice meeting a lover of the heat.” Luci smirked, and bowed at Capri, who laughed.
“Nice riding with you, Luci.”
“It’s Lucipher to you, DA.”
Meer looked at him and laughed, knowing he couldn’t take his woman from him if he handed her over to him personally. Luci swaggered over towards me and held his fist out. “Honor causing Mayhem with you… check in soon, cuz.”
I nodded, bumping his fist. “Check in soon.”
A third car pulled up and we all looked confused. “The fuck we need three cars for?” Quasim questioned.
“For me. I got some shit to do before I come,” Goon said.
“Gary, this ain’t the time for the shit. Bean not about to beat the shit out of me because I lost you. Get in the fucking truck.”
He laughed and accepted the keys from the worker. “Tell Boobie I’m coming.”
Before he could walk away, I snatched his hand. It was killing me holding onto this nigga’s hand, but I needed to know he was going to fucking come.
It would break me if something happened to him, because it would break my sister. She had never known a love like the one he showed her. “Don’t fucking bullshit me.”
“Awe, Mens… you wanted to hold hands,” his goofy ass roped his fingers through mine and started to swing it our hands.
I snatched my hand back. “Gooper, stop fucking with me.”
“There’s some shit that I need to do before I could head out. I’m gonna be there,” he promised me.
“I’ll have a je—”
“I’m a grown ass man… I promise I can get myself to your island. For real, I appreciate you wanting to look out, but you don’t have to do that with me. One less muthafucka you gotta worry about,” he chuckled. “And if you wanna hold hands again, just let me know… ight?”
I snickered. “Sassy ass nigga.”
He knew what it felt like to be the oldest. Always looking out and making sure everyone was straight before yourself. You never got a break because you were always the first to fix shit.
“Just get in the whip,” Bruster told him.
Geoffrey shook his head. “Nah… not leaving here without my brother. Nigga is stubborn.”
Just like it wouldn’t have been wheels up without Don or Bruster, I could respect he couldn’t leave without them. “We’ll wait.”
“Fuck you mean? Get on that jet and go to your wife and son… I’m coming. Let my wife know that.”
“I heard you, Mr. Caselli.”
“Stop fucking with me… she coming off that Caselli name real soon,” he laughed, as he walked backwards.
Him and Quasim hit their IG shake, as he and the other freakishly tall man with locs got into the third whip.
“Take me to Won island,” I told Duke, watching the scenery bypass us, as he headed to the private airport in Philly. “I could smell her from here.”
“This gonna be a long fucking flight,” Don muttered under his breath.