until he got his money.
“If I find out you’re lying and you fuck this up for me, I’m going to starve you to death. That means I’m gonna place your body in a building, strip you naked, and keep you alive until you die from no food and water. I want to be clear on that. Are we clear?” He paused to let his promise soak in.
“Yes,” Lollipop replied in horror.
“Good. Both of you can go to the new shop and make sure we aren’t hit again. We had another shipment delivered today, and I want shit to go smoothly. We won’t have a situation like last time. Or I’ll kill everybody, and start all over with a more responsible team.”
Markee sat in his car for an hour eating donut after donut. He needed a major sugar rush if he was going to deal with his boss, Randy. When the last crumb was stuffed into his fleshy face, he flung his towel over his shoulder, pushed open the door of his Escalade, and trudged toward Randy’s house. Before his knuckles could knock a second time on the door, he was pulled inside by three niggas with ugly faces and heavy guns.
He called himself fighting as they handled him roughly until Randy said, “You can let him go. You two go on to the shop. Me and Musty got this situation.” Now free, Markee wiped the extra sweat off of his lip and stood in silence as The Vet and Lollipop exited the house.
“Come over here.”
Slowly he approached and stood in front of Randy.
“My stash houses were robbed, Markee. And there ain’t no need in you lying or telling me you don’t know shit about it because I know it ain’t true. So I want to hear it from your own lips. Were your cousins involved?”
“My cousins don’t know nothing about no robberies. They not even here for all that shit, man. Knox was missing, and all they trying to do is get up with him so they can go back to Mississippi. The moment they find him, they gone. But I got to be honest. They not leaving without Audio, so if you have him like you say you do, you gotta let him go.”
Randy hated Markee. Always had. And it wasn’t because he wasn’t loyal. It was quite the contrary. In his opinion, he was weak. “Does anybody know you came here?”
“I didn’t tell nobody shit. I’m here on my own.” The moment he told him that, he wished he could take it back. If he was alone, how would anybody find his body? “Is Audio okay, Randy?”
“He’ll be okay if I get my money. A half a million. But if I don’t get my paper, every last dime, I really can’t make no promises.”
“But my cousins are country niggas. They don’t have that kind of money.”
“You think I’m dumb?”
“No, I—”
“Yes, you do! But it’s cool though. Most people do. Let’s just say that I know that your cousins are working with my father and that they stole my shit. So even if they didn’t have the money before, unless they don’t know how to flip my product right, they should have paper now.”
“If you hurt Audio”—Markee swallowed—“you gonna have a problem. I just want to go on record by telling you that.” He wiped his face with the towel.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you or your mothafucking cousins. Somebody stole from me and I want my shit. It’s as simple as that. If I don’t get my money, I’m coming at you and everybody else.”
Markee passed gas, and the living room smelled of rotten meat. This was the main reason he didn’t fuck with his cousins or want them in town. Before they arrived, he had a good thing with Randy. Money flowed. He kept bitches by the truckloads and had access to all the food he could eat. Now all that had changed. Even back in Mississippi his cousins were always getting into shit, and when the toilet was flushed, everybody was looking at him when it stunk.
“You know I’m loyal to you, Randy. If I even thought my cousins had anything to do with you being set up, I would deal with them myself. So trust me when I say they don’t know nothing about no robbery.
“If I find out you’re lying and you fuck this up for me, I’m going to starve you to death. That means I’m gonna place your body in a building, strip you naked, and keep you alive until you die from no food and water. I want to be clear on that. Are we clear?” He paused to let his promise soak in.
“Yes,” Lollipop replied in horror.
“Good. Both of you can go to the new shop and make sure we aren’t hit again. We had another shipment delivered today, and I want shit to go smoothly. We won’t have a situation like last time. Or I’ll kill everybody, and start all over with a more responsible team.”
Markee sat in his car for an hour eating donut after donut. He needed a major sugar rush if he was going to deal with his boss, Randy. When the last crumb was stuffed into his fleshy face, he flung his towel over his shoulder, pushed open the door of his Escalade, and trudged toward Randy’s house. Before his knuckles could knock a second time on the door, he was pulled inside by three niggas with ugly faces and heavy guns.
He called himself fighting as they handled him roughly until Randy said, “You can let him go. You two go on to the shop. Me and Musty got this situation.” Now free, Markee wiped the extra sweat off of his lip and stood in silence as The Vet and Lollipop exited the house.
“Come over here.”
Slowly he approached and stood in front of Randy.
“My stash houses were robbed, Markee. And there ain’t no need in you lying or telling me you don’t know shit about it because I know it ain’t true. So I want to hear it from your own lips. Were your cousins involved?”
“My cousins don’t know nothing about no robberies. They not even here for all that shit, man. Knox was missing, and all they trying to do is get up with him so they can go back to Mississippi. The moment they find him, they gone. But I got to be honest. They not leaving without Audio, so if you have him like you say you do, you gotta let him go.”
Randy hated Markee. Always had. And it wasn’t because he wasn’t loyal. It was quite the contrary. In his opinion, he was weak. “Does anybody know you came here?”
“I didn’t tell nobody shit. I’m here on my own.” The moment he told him that, he wished he could take it back. If he was alone, how would anybody find his body? “Is Audio okay, Randy?”
“He’ll be okay if I get my money. A half a million. But if I don’t get my paper, every last dime, I really can’t make no promises.”
“But my cousins are country niggas. They don’t have that kind of money.”
“You think I’m dumb?”
“No, I—”
“Yes, you do! But it’s cool though. Most people do. Let’s just say that I know that your cousins are working with my father and that they stole my shit. So even if they didn’t have the money before, unless they don’t know how to flip my product right, they should have paper now.”
“If you hurt Audio”—Markee swallowed—“you gonna have a problem. I just want to go on record by telling you that.” He wiped his face with the towel.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you or your mothafucking cousins. Somebody stole from me and I want my shit. It’s as simple as that. If I don’t get my money, I’m coming at you and everybody else.”
Markee passed gas, and the living room smelled of rotten meat. This was the main reason he didn’t fuck with his cousins or want them in town. Before they arrived, he had a good thing with Randy. Money flowed. He kept bitches by the truckloads and had access to all the food he could eat. Now all that had changed. Even back in Mississippi his cousins were always getting into shit, and when the toilet was flushed, everybody was looking at him when it stunk.
“You know I’m loyal to you, Randy. If I even thought my cousins had anything to do with you being set up, I would deal with them myself. So trust me when I say they don’t know nothing about no robbery.
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