His nose flared. I hit a sore spot. These niggas were jealous as fuck. “Silas said you getting too big. I agree. You ain’t put in the work. You don’t deserve the fucking spot.”
I smiled, just enough to make him uncomfortable. “Silas told you a lot of shit, huh?”
He lifted his chin. “Told us you soft. Said you too busy playin’ house with Priest’s sister to be a fucking threat.”
Jersey chuckled behind me, low and dangerous. “These niggas suicidal, I see.”
My smile dropped. “He talk real bold for a nigga who ain’t never come see me himself,” I said. “And y’all stupid enough to believe him.”
“Fuck you,” Montez barked before stepping back with his gun raised.
I fired first. Two rounds tore into his shoulder and side, sending him crashing into the wall. He tried to keep his grip on the gun, teeth clenched, sweat and pain pouring off him.
“Talk your shit now, since you had so much to fucking say.” I walked up slow, chest rising with each breath like a monster finally let out the cage.
He coughed, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. “Y-you not gone make it out this war… Silas got an army behind him.”
I leaned in, grabbing him by the collar and dragging his body up the wall so he had no choice but to look me dead in the eyes.
“Then why he ain’t here?” I asked quietly. “Why you dying alone in his trap while he hide behind niggas like you? Ain’t shit pussy ‘bout me. I ride for mine.”
“S-Silas—he… he—” he tried to let out, but his body was slowly giving out.
I cut him off with a swift knee to the chest, knocking the air out of him.
“You repping that nigga like he God or something. Let me tell you something. Silas ain’t shit but scared,” I said. “And you? You just a fucking example of what I’m gone do to him when I get up with him.”
I raised my gun and put one clean shot through his skull. His head jerked back, and the rest of him slid down the wall like garbage. “Let that be the last time you motherfuckas mention my wife.”
Diamond, Javi, and Moe came down to the lower level unscathed. The work they were cooking up wasn’t no top-quality shit, so I decided to leave that shit behind. Whatever product they ran off with from my trap must’ve been stashed somewhere close to Silas.
“Burn this motherfucka’ to the ground,” I told Javi as a thrill struck his eyes.
The nigga loved playing with fire, so he ain’t waste no time giving me a nod. We piled out of there and got the fuck out of dodge as the scorching flames engulfed the entire trap, burning up the pussy-ass niggas we left behind in the process.
I dared a motherfucka’ to question what the fuck I deserved again. Heavy was the head that wore the crown, and there wasn’t a nigga on this planet who could take that shit from me.
I got back to Staten Island just as the sun crept up. I rang the doorbell, and Priest opened the door, a sly smirk on his face.
“Handled that shit, huh?” He ran his fingers through his beard.
“No doubt.” We met for a handshake as a proud chuckle aired out of him.
“She upstairs in the guest room. Probably ain’t sleep.” He knew my main priority was getting back to my wife, so he let me in and directed me to the staircase.
I nodded before kicking off my shoes and heading up the stairs. “‘Preciate you, PJ.”
“Ain’t shit. Proud of you, Ahk.”
I entered the guest room, and Jazzlyn was lying in bed with a mean mug on her face while she slept. I leaned down and kissed all over her face, waiting for her to wake up. Once her eyes opened, they widened a bit once she realized it was me.
“Ahk, don’t fucking do no shit like that again. When I fucking call, you answer.” She sat up with her arms folded against her chest.
I chuckled as I grabbed her face and kissed her lips. “I can say the same shit for you.”
She rolled her eyes because she knew I was spitting facts. She did the same shit when she was working. Her phone was always tucked away somewhere in her office, and my calls ended up going to voicemail. We both knew it wasn’t intentional. Work just always consumed us.
“You okay?” She grabbed my face, tilting it side to side so she could examine it.
