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I lit the blunt in my hands and lent my attention to my boys. Ghost and Midnight sat patiently, unsure of their environment, but not of their task.
I kneeled between them, rubbing both of their backs. Neither of them budged. Their eyes darted in different directions, familiarizing themselves with any and everything. The vibrations of their throats caused me to look up toward the road.
Nelson waited at the curb with a bag in his hand. When the cars stopped and the coast was clear, he ran across, oblivious to his surroundings and happy to have been released. He walked right into the trap I’d prepared for him.
“Watch ’im,” I commanded.
Their low vibrations turned into low growls.
“Still.”
It was important that Ghost and Midnight understood that they weren’t to react to anything that happened unless the command was given. Their job was simple—watch.
As Nelson approached the only path possible for him to meet his true freedom, I noticed the shift in his demeanor. Naturally, he patted his waist for his piece. It wasn’t there. Taking a different route, he stepped toward me with his hands in the air.
“Let me explain this shit, boss,” he started, closing the gap between us.
I passed Mercer the blunt in my hand, unwilling to hear anything coming from Nelson’s mouth. My hand grazed my waist. The difference between me and him, though, my shit was sitting, locked and loaded.
Mercer’s frame shielded mine completely.
“Fuck is you doing, Mercer?”
“Picking up where you’re lacking.”
You, too? Mercer was the second person to spare this nigga. I didn’t want to hear that shit again. Glacier had already saved his life once.
“Move, so I can do this, nigga!”
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“Not right here, bro. As your big bro, I can’t let you do that to yourself, to us. We’ll get this nigga. I’ll make sure of it. On Momma. Nigga, on Daddy.”
I lifted my head and then allowed it to fall as I made a note of Mercer’s position. I snatched the blunt from his hand, knowing I wouldn’t win the secret beef we’d quickly embarked on. Before he allowed me to make the mistake, he’d make it for me. The idea of losing him again set me straight. I pulled on the blunt, filling my lungs.
“Say less.”
I took one step toward the truck, rage making my blood burn and my body hot. Ghost and Midnight never moved, keeping watch over the being that I’d given them specific instructions to keep an eye on. I continued to the driver’s door, turning back to give one final warning to the nigga that stood in the freezing cold looking like the bitch he was.
“Even playing field, nigga. Understand that I will stop at nothing to hunt you down and kill you with my bare hands. Pussy.”
Mercer crossed both hands in front of him, the move I’d seen him make countless times before he rocked a nigga to sleep for hours. His strength wasn’t necessary, though. I wanted to leave him with scars he’d remember for the rest of his life.
“Eat,” I advised my boys.
Simultaneously, Midnight and Ghost launched forward, knocking Nelson onto the snow. I watched, silently, as they obeyed my orders. While Midnight was locked in on his lower half, Ghost was set on dislodging Nelson’s vocal cord from his throat and tearing back the skin of his cheeks. And unless I stopped him, he’d fall through.
Nelson’s cries for help meant nothing to me. In fact, they were as satisfying as watching my boys seek vengeance for their mother. The more he articulated, the faster my heart beat. A smile spread my lips across my face.
Good boys. Good fucking boys.
“Ghost! Midnight!” Mercer called out to them both.
Neither reacted. They continued to eat as they’d been told.
“Bro, they’re going to kill this nigga,” he barked, pointing at the boys.
“You said I couldn’t. Why can’t they?” I shrugged.
