“Don…”
“Aite, G.I Joe. Damn… So, look… I know you processing a lot, but time is ticking. I only allow one person to be brought into my organization, especially now with the police sniffing, even if it’s because of another cartel.”
Don sighed as if what he was about to say frustrated him. “Your brother, your Mexicansita, your long-lost baby mama… You got too many newcomers, Cuppacio. And I’m throwing a flag on the play. You, my boy, are at yo’ newbie limit.”
“Solana ain’t on me. That shit is on you. Fuck I gotta do with the shit you and her sperm donor cooked up?”
“Did I ask you to fall for her? Fuck no. You was supposed to house her until I got my fucking money. You did more than give the girl a roof. You fell in love, so now that counts as one of yo’ newbies.
“Despite what you niggas think, I ain’t interested in playing cupid. I tricked my own wife. The fuck I look like going out my way to secure one for y’all?”
“I didn’t fall in love, Don.”
“Well, nigga… You fell in like. Either way, you over your limit.”
“Okay, so what you saying?”
“I’m saying, Sid the Science Kid, that you gotta marry one of them.” He jutted his chin at the door.
“Hell nah! Did you not just hear what I said about Solana? She’s a fucking cocaine addict.”
“How you know? She might’ve just wanted to take the edge off at the time. She said she was about togive herself to you. Maybe she was scared. And if you don’t want to marry her, cool, you got Tems in there. Put a ring on it.”
“Man, I haven’t seen Bahati in years.”
“Shio. You have thirty days. I’ve been gracious. I’ve been patient. I allowed your brother to come in, and even though he missed his deadline, he did his part. He did in a few weeks what you Cuppacio niggas couldn’t do in months. Then, to play in my face even further, you let him steal yourownpotential wife from under your nose. I don’t have no more free women. I’m not willing to bring any more muthafuckas from the outside in. Not until this trafficking shit is halted and the police not tryna get close to my shit. By then, you’ll be a doting husband. So…” Don stood and grinned.
“You either gonna clean the crackhead up, like you did my sister’s husband… Or you gone rock with the blast from the past. Either way, don’t make me no difference. Thirty days. You decide, or I’ll decide for you.”
Don opened the door, and Bahati stood there with her good hand raised in a knocking motion. He excused himself and walked around her.
“Wassup, Bahati?”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just remembered I didn’t tell you her name.”
“Okay…”
“It’s Shya.”
God first
Make sure the family good
Eye them Cuppacio boys, the little and the big ones
Build a relationship with my brother
Get my brother rich
Health and wellness
Stay on top of my mob shit
Keep Hobo alive (ON PAUSE)
Get through the meeting with Ines Ledesma
House a random
