“Fuck yo son right now,” I laughed wickedly.
“The same son whose mama you been knocking around? Now you trying to cop a plea? You’re pussier than I thought.” Cyro was leaned back in his seat as a look of disgust masked his face.
“Fuck, man! Please! I’ll… I’ll t-tell you anything you need to know ‘bout Silas!”
I looked over my shoulder at the guys. “You’re a pussy and a fucking rat,” I snarled. “You making it easier for me to pull the fucking trigger.”
“I’m serious, Ahk!”
“What the fuck you know ‘bout Silas I can’t figure out my-fucking-self?”
“You pulled up on his brother. Right?”
I chuckled as I thought back to how I had Silas pissing on himself ‘cause I could’ve offed his fucking brother. “Yeah.”
“He keep talking about touching your family. Mentioned something about your baby mother. Some shorty from Flatbush, right? Been having some niggas tailing her.” Knox was singing like a fucking canary bird. I pulled at the hairs of my goatee. I kept Brooke real lowkey because she was the quickest access to my son. Been trying to get security on her for a little minute now, but all she did was trip about having to be followed around all the time.
I did appreciate the fact that she wanted to keep Saphir’s innocence as much as we could. She didn’t want him to realize life was different for him. He asked her why security was following them, and she didn’t really know what to tell him without outing the fact that I had hating-ass niggas who would do anything, including hurt my loved ones, to get at me. Shit had been chill, and life had been normal for a while. Now that I knew Silas was on bullshit and was watching her, I had to make sure she was straight with my son.
I pulled at the hairs of my goatee. “That nigga Silas better off getting little Anthony to walk on his own two feet than touching my family. But since you outing the nigga, I guess I can save you all the torture this nigga planned on putting you through.” I motioned my head toward Javi.
He had that crazy-ass look in his eye, and he was itching to tear Knox’s ass from limb to limb. Javi was the closest thing to the devil whenever he snapped. I was doing Knox’s ass a favor by not dropping him in Javi’s hands.
“C’mon, Ahk! Let me go, and I can get you more info. Silas trusts me.”
“Fuck you, nigga,” I spat. “I don’t need shit from you. You think you gone walk out this bitch after you put down my potna’?”
“I ain’t have no beef with Ny, man! I was just doing what Silas told me to!”
“Tell that shit to that bitch-ass nigga when he meet you down in hell.” I squeezed the trigger, emptying the clip on him. Soon as his body slumped down in the chair and his head hung low, I tucked my gun back into the waistband of my jeans.
“Aye, Javi, do what you want with ’em.”
“My fucking pleasure.” He rubbed his hands together and got up from his seat. “I’ll leave the head intact for you.”
We dapped each other up, and I rolled out with Jersey and Cyro behind me.
“That nigga like playing with dead people?” Cyro asked, prompting Jersey and me to chuckle.
“Yeah. It calms his ass down,” Jersey confirmed.
“Yo, Cy, I need your boys to be on my baby mama.”
“Bet. I’ll have Stu on her. He won’t let shit happen to her.”
I dapped him up. “‘Preciate it.”
I turned to Jersey as we were making our way to our cars. “You sliding through to the white party, right?”
“Can’t miss that shit. Yo wife be having the baddest bitches at Reign.”
“If I ain’t know any better, I would think she turning tricks, but she don’t get down like that,” I laughed.
“She would be a clean-ass pimp.”
We dapped each other up before going our separate ways. I hit Brooke’s number on my phone. It rang, and just before it hit voicemail, her voice sounded through the speakers of my car.
“What the fuck do you want, Ahkeem?” she snapped.
