But you gotta let Audio go, man. His mother, Della, is in town, and she’s not somebody you want to fuck with. She’ll flip this city over trying to find him.”
Randy laughed so hard his throat hurt. “Did you just say his mother was in town?”
Silence. “I’m not trying to make it sound like you’re scared. I’m just being honest.”
“You got five days exactly to find out who took my shit.”
“But I don’t know—”
“Five days, you fat mothafucka! And if you don’t, I’m gonna murder everything you love in life, including those precious cousins of yours. Starting with Audio.”
“I’ll try my best to get on top of this, Randy. Just don’t hurt him. You got my word that this is the only thing I’m thinking about.”
“Your word was never good enough for me. Find out what’s going on and tell me ASAP. In the meantime, bring Slade to me. We have business to discuss.”
“Slade? But . . . he’ll never meet with you.”
“That’s why you have to arrange the meeting without his knowing. Once I have my hands on him, I’ll do the rest.”
“Are you gonna hurt him?”
He smiled. “You don’t give me enough credit, Markee. Would I do something like that?”
Markee walked back to his car with the weight of the Baker Boys on his shoulders. Before he reached his ride, he dropped to his knees and expelled all of the food he had in his stomach. This was the worst thing he could’ve imagined. He didn’t want to betray his family, and yet he was sure that if he didn’t, Randy would execute him in broad daylight.
His mind was so far gone that he didn’t see Killa in his car, checking his every move. Killa left Farah’s house earlier to watch Randy’s house. Sure he could’ve run up in his crib and killed him, but he decided to play it smart. He knew for a fact that Audio was not in the house. Even Randy wouldn’t be that dumb. But he was certain if he played possum long enough, Randy would lead him to his little brother.
Markee got into the car and sped off. He appeared to be in a hurry. Killa’s only question was, what was Markee doing at Randy’s? “Sneaky mothafucka, betraying your own people.” He shook his head. “I got something for you though, and you not gonna like it either.”
Chapter 3
Farah
“. . . Do not trust him. I don’t care what he tells you.”
A cold air crept up Farah’s spine as the mother of the person she killed stared down at the picture of her trying to take his life. Farah quickly stood up, placed the picture behind her back, and said, “It’s none of your business, Ms. Baker.”
Della gripped the head of her cane and leaned on it for support. “What did you just say to me, child?”
Although Farah really wanted to deliver her old ass, she had to remember that Della was the mother of a man she adored. She cleared her throat. “I meant, it’s my picture and nothing you need to be worried about.” She collected the lid and box off the floor. “I have to go now. I’ll be back soon when I find Eleanor.”
She sprinted down the hallway, and Della didn’t take her eyes off the sneaky girl until she disappeared into the elevator. “That was a close fucking call,” she said to herself.
Once inside the elevator, she bumped into Kindle and Raven, two freaked-out bitches who moved in with their brother and single mother last week. The first day she met them she saw them smack their mother in the back of the head when she didn’t give them twenty dollars. And for that, she despised them. They both wore jeans so tight you could see the veins under their skin.
“Hi, Farah Cotton.” Kindle waved with a sly smirk on her face.
“How come you always look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Raven added before they both stepped out on the floor and headed toward their apartment.
“I hate them bitches,” she said to herself.
Luckily for them she had other shit to deal with. She pressed the button leading to downstairs and looked up at the
Randy laughed so hard his throat hurt. “Did you just say his mother was in town?”
Silence. “I’m not trying to make it sound like you’re scared. I’m just being honest.”
“You got five days exactly to find out who took my shit.”
“But I don’t know—”
“Five days, you fat mothafucka! And if you don’t, I’m gonna murder everything you love in life, including those precious cousins of yours. Starting with Audio.”
“I’ll try my best to get on top of this, Randy. Just don’t hurt him. You got my word that this is the only thing I’m thinking about.”
“Your word was never good enough for me. Find out what’s going on and tell me ASAP. In the meantime, bring Slade to me. We have business to discuss.”
“Slade? But . . . he’ll never meet with you.”
“That’s why you have to arrange the meeting without his knowing. Once I have my hands on him, I’ll do the rest.”
“Are you gonna hurt him?”
He smiled. “You don’t give me enough credit, Markee. Would I do something like that?”
Markee walked back to his car with the weight of the Baker Boys on his shoulders. Before he reached his ride, he dropped to his knees and expelled all of the food he had in his stomach. This was the worst thing he could’ve imagined. He didn’t want to betray his family, and yet he was sure that if he didn’t, Randy would execute him in broad daylight.
His mind was so far gone that he didn’t see Killa in his car, checking his every move. Killa left Farah’s house earlier to watch Randy’s house. Sure he could’ve run up in his crib and killed him, but he decided to play it smart. He knew for a fact that Audio was not in the house. Even Randy wouldn’t be that dumb. But he was certain if he played possum long enough, Randy would lead him to his little brother.
Markee got into the car and sped off. He appeared to be in a hurry. Killa’s only question was, what was Markee doing at Randy’s? “Sneaky mothafucka, betraying your own people.” He shook his head. “I got something for you though, and you not gonna like it either.”
Chapter 3
Farah
“. . . Do not trust him. I don’t care what he tells you.”
A cold air crept up Farah’s spine as the mother of the person she killed stared down at the picture of her trying to take his life. Farah quickly stood up, placed the picture behind her back, and said, “It’s none of your business, Ms. Baker.”
Della gripped the head of her cane and leaned on it for support. “What did you just say to me, child?”
Although Farah really wanted to deliver her old ass, she had to remember that Della was the mother of a man she adored. She cleared her throat. “I meant, it’s my picture and nothing you need to be worried about.” She collected the lid and box off the floor. “I have to go now. I’ll be back soon when I find Eleanor.”
She sprinted down the hallway, and Della didn’t take her eyes off the sneaky girl until she disappeared into the elevator. “That was a close fucking call,” she said to herself.
Once inside the elevator, she bumped into Kindle and Raven, two freaked-out bitches who moved in with their brother and single mother last week. The first day she met them she saw them smack their mother in the back of the head when she didn’t give them twenty dollars. And for that, she despised them. They both wore jeans so tight you could see the veins under their skin.
“Hi, Farah Cotton.” Kindle waved with a sly smirk on her face.
“How come you always look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Raven added before they both stepped out on the floor and headed toward their apartment.
“I hate them bitches,” she said to herself.
Luckily for them she had other shit to deal with. She pressed the button leading to downstairs and looked up at the
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