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“I mean, those fucking paintings, Niv. Imagine if we found them shits. We hold all the cards baby. A muhfucka will pay for the rest of our lives for what’s in that shit.”

CHAPTER 4

MIDAS TOUCH

After dropping Bull and Jewel off at their cars, Eazy shot a quick text to Lotus, letting her know he’d be there shortly. He steered his car along, taking in the Prospect Pointe sights before arriving in his grandparents’ driveway. When he pulled in behind his grandfather’s car, he’d already spotted the Genesis parked on the curb and got curious.

Eazy yanked his key from the ignition. Climbing out, he let his boots crush the gravel beneath his feet and tossed his keys. He took one last look at the car and strolled toward the back door. The door was closed, so he used his key to let himself inside, but he heard the laughter. Turning his key in the lock, he pushed the door open, and the blood in his veins quickly turned to ice.

“Oh, Eazy!” Essence hopped up from the table where Summit and Taci sat with none other than Midas fucking St. James.

Food was on the table, and he’d just finished eating fried chicken, mac and cheese, and a plate of greens. He used a napkin to wipe his mouth, and immediately, a grin stretched across his lips.

Essence stopped in front of Eazy, recognizing the glower embedded on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, rearing her neck.

“The fuck he doing here?” Eazy nodded to Midas as he leaned back in his chair.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Essence glanced over at Midas then turned back to her brother.

Eazy went behind his back for his gun and immediately cocked it then rushed the table.

“Oh, Lord.” Taci huffed, and Summit immediately stood.

Midas didn’t blink. Amused, he rocked on the back two legs of the chair, leaving himself wide open for Eazy to pop off.

“Ezekiel,” Summit warned, holding an arm out to stop whatever he was about to do.

“Give me a reason not to blow your fucking head off,” Eazy growled, the barrel of his gun aimed at Midas’s head.

“I’ll give you one,” Essence spoke up. “He’s my husband.”

Eazy almost popped a vessel and caught whiplash when he pivoted to look at his sister coming up behind him.

“What is wrong with you? Put that gun down, Eazy! You’re losing it!”

“Fuck that! Why is this bitch ass nigga in this house?”

“I already told you⁠—”

“How the fuck you marry a muhfucka you don’t even know, E?” he demanded.

“That’s none of your business! You don’t control my life.”

“I know you can be impulsive and not think shit through, but this the stupidest shit you ever did! This muhfucka is a snake! He the reason Bull did a five-year bid, why Bronx is dead, and why me and Jewel almost died that night! So, miss me with some control shit!” Eazy barked, leaving part of Midas’ rap sheet on the table.

With wide eyes, she faced the man she’d married as he leaned forward and dropped an arm against the table.

“Baby, is this true?” Essence queried.

“Partially.” Midas shrugged.

“Eazy, put the fucking gun down!” Summit ordered.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Eazy asked, a deep sneer crowding his face.

“I heard you. What you gon’ do, blow his head off in front of all of us?”