Three
“How shit been?”
Noble licked his lips, glancing around at all the tables that were filled with inmates and families who missed them.
“How you think?”
Tuck snickered, cracking his knuckles while nodding his head. “I knew your militant ass would get those niggas in check.”
“They should’ve been in check,” Noble countered.
“You right,” Tuck agreed, expelling a breath. “But shit, when my partner in crime leaves me hanging, what the fuck you expect to happen? Some order will be shifted, right?”
Noble snorted, taking his gaze toward the small window that restricted the natural lighting. Coming here once a month was a duty he wished not to fulfill. Tuck didn’t know it, but Noble was tempted to send one of his soldiers to update him instead.
“Don’t mention that shit to me again, especially when I’m cleaning up your fucking mess.”
Tuck tipped his head. “A’ight cuz, you got it. You doing a huge favor for me but don’t forget, we started this shit together.”
It had always been the two of them, running the streets of St. Parklynn and stacking beaucoup money. The Legacy Mafia had formed by accident. Young men saw the leadershipand bread being made, and they wanted to be a part of the movement. It had grown rapidly, and by the time they noticed how powerful it truly was, Noble was out the door.
“Listen, I appreciate you, Noble. They tried to throw football numbers at me, but you looked out with that lawyer. Ten years is better than twenty-five, ya feel me?”
Noble nodded, dragging his index finger and thumb down the sides of his mouth. Tuck had been indicted by the Feds. He was looking at numbers that would guarantee he die in a cell. Noble couldn’t let his family go out like that, so he hired the best lawyer in the city and got his sentence knocked down to ten years.
“You still grooming Wolfe to take over?”
“Yeah, but that man don’t know how to stay focused. He say he want it, but I don’t see it. I’d rather pour into Zayd. He’s disciplined and not blinded by the bullshit that the other jits be excited about.”
“Yeah, he got heart, too.”
“And he’s been present. I ain’t really fucking with Wolfe like that no more.”
Tuck sat back in his seat. “What the family been up to?”
“Shit, beggin’ and acting entitled. You know, the norm type shit.”
Smirking, Tuck asked, “And what about Daysha? She still giving you shit?”
Noble chuckled. “She ain’t gon’ never stop. We gon’ be old as shit and she’ll still be mad at me.”
“I remember when you made your exit. She was devastated.”
Noble always blocked out that part of his life. Guilt awaited him behind that door, so he never opened it.
“You need anything?” Noble changed the subject.
“Shit, I’m straight. You got a nigga living in luxury behind this bitch. Plus, the guard gives me pussy when she can. I think the hoe falling in love with me.”
Noble chuckled. “You bold as shit to be fucking these guards. What if she get pregnant?”
“Then that’s her fucking problem. I can’t do shit behind bars, nigga.”
Tuck had this reckless attitude that Noble disapproved of. When they were running the streets, his impulsivity usually put them in binds that they often had to come together to solve.
“You still wild as shit.” Noble noticed their time had come to a close. Both men stood and exchanged handshakes. It hurt to leave his cousin behind, but he had been sloppy during his reign as The Legacy Mafia’s leader.
“Watch your back, Noble. You know we all need you, nigga,” Tuck warned.
