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“Trent might be telling the truth.”
“What do you think?”
“I told you I had my doubts from the beginning.”
“Now we got a bigger problem. We could easily kill Morgan, but then that affects business.”
“What the fuck are we doing out here?” TJ asked, climbing out of his car in confusion.
“Did you shoot at my family?” I asked, getting to the point. TJ’s eyes skirted to Tyson before settling back on me.
“Is this about what I said at the gala?”
“You were definitely talking big boy shit. Maybe you decided to back it up,” Tyson added.
“Please tell me you didn’t do this,” Trent begged, knowing that if TJ were behind it, he’d be burying his only son.
“I was drunk and angry because you didn’t uphold your end of the deal. What reason would I have to go after Hailo and Sky?” TJ scoffed because there was no connection that made sense in his world. The rest of us knew differently. Trent pleaded with me to keep his secret, but I didn’t owe him shit.
“Finding out Hailo is your sister could make you do something stupid, but you said it wasn’t you, so keep it that way.” TJ’s eyes bounced from each of us before settling on his father, who had no words, just an apologetic expression. “I’ll leave y’all to sort that shit out. We got other business to handle.” Strolling toward Hailo’s car, shit got more complicated, and I wasn’t going home any time soon.
“That was cold,” Mack stated, leaning against the hood of Hailo’s truck.
I shrugged, “I don’t give a fuck. She ain’t nobody’s secret.”
“What’s the next move?” Mack asked.
“We need to holla at Morgan,” Tyson replied because that was the only move to make. “They’re not going to offer up Morgan on a platter the same way we wouldn’t do one of ours, so what’s the play?”
“We’re not asking them nigga’s for shit.” The image of bullets flying while I couldn’t protect my wife flashed before my eyes. I had never felt more helpless, and somebody had to pay for that shit. There was no price too high. “We’re going to take Morgan and make them come to us. They need us more than we need them. I’ll shut down construction on that casino if nigga’s get beside themselves.”
“Nigga’s start fuckin’ with Lo, and that big boy talk comes out,” Mack joked. That was only part of it. As a man, I would always make anybody pay that threatened my wife in any way, but it was more about respect.
This was our first crisis under new leadership, and how we handled this shit would set a precedent. People would think twice before fucking with us, or we’d open the floodgates for more attacks.
“You think we need reinforcements?”
“Y’all got me, and I got y’all. That’s all the reinforcement we need. Let’s handle this shit.”
But Mack disagreed. “Easy, Rambo. I’m trying to go home at the end of this shit. Reinforcements won’t hurt.
“Put somebody on their parent's crib in case they want to play hardball,” Tyson suggested, making me proud.
We fought hard, but we loved harder. I hoped Tyson meant everything he said earlier and it wasn’t just a part of some secret plan he had brewing. I hated to think like that, but Tyson let his emotions dictate his decisions far too often.
“I like the way you think,” I replied, tucking my thoughts in the back of my mind. Time will tell, but we have a more pressing problem.
We headed back to the house so I could check in with Hailo before we made the drive to Hammond Hills. I didn’t tell Hailo where I was going, but she became skeptical when I took her car instead of my own. As Mack and Sky left the room, that same skepticism was on her face.
“What have you been up to?” she asked as I leaned over, kissing Serenity’s cheek.
“Business.”
“Did you kill him?” She asked, referring to Trent.
“No. You need to relax.”
“It’s hard to relax while my husband is out doing God knows what.”
