Page 225 of The Ninth

K3 snatched the phone

K3: Nah, but we found your cousin. Come to The Ninth or Dej Loaf dies.

Ben: You bitch ass niggas got Olivia?! WE ON THE WAY, LIV! WE NOT FAR!

CLICK!

K3 looked at Liv, “You think he really gon come for you?”

“I know he is.”

“Is his head big but body little like yours?”

“Mmcht, aight. Can you at least tell me how Cassie is?”

Silence.

“She’s carrying my baby.”

“WHAT?!” Liv and Timbo yelled.

“Mhm.”

“I’m happy for her. She deserves everything good,” Liv smiled.

“We still gon kill you if he don’t come,” Micah said, interrupting the semi-nice moment. K3 and I both folded over, cracking up laughing.

Not much later, we heard tires run over the gravel in the parking lot. A couple of moments later, there was a tug on the door followed by several knocks. K3 picked up the duffle bag he grabbed from his house, walking to the bar and emptying out its contents. After nobody moved, Timbo finally got up, opening the door. To my surprise, only two niggas walked in. Two niggas done caused all that motion this morning in the city. Hm.

Me and Micah stared at them as they scanned the room, taking it in. They quickly noticed just like it was just them, it was just us. My eyes moved over to K3. This nigga laid a three piece suit out with some gator shoes and socks. My dumb ass immediately started chuckling.

“You Man-Man?” who I’m assuming was Zay stepped forward. His eyes were fixed onto K3.

I cleared my throat, “Nah, I am.”

“Juan told me to ask for you.”

“That’s because he’s a bitch. His beef ain’t with me but I sure would kill him, on granny.”

“His beef is with me,” K3 nodded. “I laid out what I wanna wear in my casket for my wife. I’m willing to die over it right now, watchu niggas wanna do?”

Liv whimpered which caused Micah to laugh. Zay chuckled while shaking his head.

“You niggas killed everybody but Juan.”

“And I’ll do it again. I don’t give a fuck where a nigga from or who he grew up with. You protecting that bitch mean you ready to die behind him. You and your niece.”

A dark look came over both Zay and Ben’s faces. That shit didn’t do nothing but make K3, Micah and I step forward, preparing for whatever they’re on. Zay and K3 were now three feet from each other. They both stared into each other’s fucking souls.

“My niece has nothing to do with this shit and I promise you, your wife won’t have the chance to put that suit on you because she’s gon be next to you.”

“Merch it.”

“On you, nigga. What, Juan was your competition? Y’all in some lame ass street beef over some pills? If you need money, bitch, I’—”

“Broski, shut your country ass up. Clearly he ain’t told you or your fast ass niece the truth. I don’t have competition pussy, this my shit. I got buckled for putting down my brother’s killer and pulled my shit off the streets for my family’s safety. He came in and took over as if he got that shit out the mud. Fucked on my girl while I was behind bars, useless. You know when he got back to the city he came straight to see her, right? He didn’t know I was out and I popped his ass before he got buckled. She don’t want anything to do with the nigga but if she did, your niece would be heartbroken. He’s a straight BITCH! Ain’t a real bone in that nigga’s body. I shredded his homie on his voicemail and I’m still standing right here, in yo face calling you a hoe ass nigga.”

The nigga Zay stared at K3 with his eyebrows scrunched up. He looked both pissed, confused, and like he was processing the information.