The girl hanging off him is tall, too. Not as tall as them, but taller than Dal, especially in sky high heels. She looks so out of place for a meeting like this, wearing a pink head wrap that matches the pink coverup she has on, covering a white bikini. At least six different gold chains adorn her neck, covering most of it. She looks like she’s on her way to a day party, not a criminal organization meeting.
“Shorty bad as fuck. Too bad I’m locked down,” Turk says as he and Nut join me on the wall.
“Double locked down. Why the fuck she here though?”
Ty, Reem, and Rico join us. “What’s going on, Reem?”
He shrugs, his eyes never leaving the woman. “Set called this meeting. Who are they?”
Rico’s eyes stretch and he pulls on one of his curls. “I think–”
“Aight,” Set rasps, interrupting him. The other niggas settle down so he doesn’t have to project his voice too much.
“A nigga thought I was finna be up outta here. My girl finna drop my seeds any day now, so it’s the perfect time for me to take a step back. I’m always Foe Dub Foe Life, but as far as business, refer to Reem and Ty indefinitely.”
I’m not surprised. Set never wanted to be in the game forever out of respect for his mother. I’m actually surprised he stayed on as long as he did before he got shot. As a silent investor in all our other shit, he has more than enough money to sustain him without being the head honcho, not even counting his city contracts with the Birch.
“Who are they?” someone asks. The skinny nigga grins and takes a step forward before the woman places her hand on his chest.
I swear Reem’s jaw clenches at the sight.
Set glances behind him before smirking. “These are the Triplets. Y’all got anything to say?”
He looks at the big nigga, who shakes his head once.
“Aight. Stay dangerous niggas.”
Set dismisses everyone else, but we stay put, especially when the four of them begin walking toward us.
Set doesn't speak again until the door closes all the way. “This YC, YP, and YT. Y’all gone be with Ty and Reem, but this is Rico, Nut, Turk, and my brother Shad.”
“Oh, this Dal’s new nigga?” The skinny one, YP, says. He sizes Nut up so boldly I barely hold in my laugh.
“And who the fuck is you, Foe?” Nut’s face balls up as he reaches behind him.
“Nut, chill. These Brina’s peoples. Her cousins.”
“So? The fuck?” Nut stops reaching for his piece, though.
The girl, YT, beams at him. “Yeah, I see why she fucks witchu. Congrats on the engagement. Glad you guys made up after Mo’s memorial.” She gently pushes YP into YC, and they start walking toward the door.
YT looks around, letting her eyes linger on Reem for half a second longer than the rest of us. “Sorry we couldn’t come to the baby shower, but I’m looking forward to getting to know you all,” she giggles, before focusing back on Nut. “Tell Dal I’ll be seeing her soon. And when she gasps, mention how Ihatewaiting. See ya!”
She turns and skips out, catching up with the other two before they leave.
“Who the fuck are they?” Ty scratches his head, still looking at the door they just went through.
“Man, they Brina’s cousins. Mekhi tried to act like he was sending them here to keep an eye on our shit, but I think he really just ain’t want them in Northupton. They make Rico and Nut look like nuns, I heard.”
“Mace mentioned them coming. I guess I didn’t picture YT being a woman.” Rico rubs his chin and glances at Reem. “You good?”
“Yeah. They gone be a problem, though.”
“Yeah, and we can’t even do nothing ‘cause they connected. You hear how that bitch threatened Choc like it was nothing?! Shad–”
“Already on it.” They’re so off the chain, I’m sure their names ring bells. It’ll be nothing to get files compiled. “I’ma need a computer though.”
I smirk at Nut, who grunts. “Fine, come get that shit from storage. That bitch gives me a bad fucking feeling. Talkin’ bout she hate waiting.”
