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“Where the fuck you at?” my pops asked.
“I’m home.”
“Get to the warehouse. I called a meeting an hour ago, so you should’ve been the first muthafucka here.”
“Aight, I’m comin’,” I said, hanging up.
“Really?” Nikki stood there with her arms folded.
“I got you when I come back.”
“I’ll be gone. I’m the only one trying in this…whatever this is.”
“Nikki, not right now. Please! You kno’ what the fuck I do for a livin’.”
She didn’t say shit. She grabbed them clothes and put them on so fast that I didn’t have a chance to say I’m sorry or anything. Her ass peeled off from my driveway without looking back. I slipped my clothes back on and hopped in my truck to head to the warehouse. The warehouse was our meet up spot when we needed to talk without ears or eyes on us. I pulled in behind my pops truck and got out.
“Now you bring yo’ ass in here late. Had to be in some pussy not to answer yo’ phone,” my pops said.
“I was,” I told him.
“The streets think we’re going soft because nobody has been touched since Rah died.”
I swallowed hard. Never have I had a problem ending a muthafuckas life when it came to protecting my family. The difference now was every move we made was under a microscope. Rah’s murder had the whole city watching to see if the King name still carried the same weight or if we were grieving too hard to strike back. Around the folding table stood a handful of men that had been with my Pops since before I was born. All of them niggas had grey hair and no fear in their eyes. These niggas didn’t panic for shit because they had already seen enough wars in their time.
“I’ve heard whispers that niggas think we’re divided since the death of my son.”
“Them niggas just talkin’, Rod,” one of his soldiers said.
“They ain’t just talkin’,” Pops shot back. “Them muthafuckin’ watchin’. Every truck that moves, Royal Flush, the warehouses, and the corners. They clockin’ every move we make.”
“What niggas talkin’? I need a name.”
“If I had a name, don’t you think it would’ve been handled?” my pops asked.
“Only thing I’ve noticed different is on the west side,” another soldier said.
“What about the west side?” I questioned.
“They just bein’ real sneaky and shit. Holdin’ side meetings and shit.”
My pops looked at me. “Y’all can wait outside. I need to speak to my son in private.”
We waited until they were all out.
“I can look into the west side,” I told him. “That’s my territory.”
“I need security beefed up on the compound. I don’t want a muthafucka to even be able to turn on our road.”
“Got it.”
“Royal Flush…”
“Man, since this shit happened to Rah, Grif ain’t lettin’ shit slide through that door. He’s more protective of Kyenna than he was over Rah.”
“Okay, good, good.”
“I got two vehicles on Kyenna whenever she moves. I don’t care if it’s just to get her hair done.”
