“The sex traffickers?” Rico asks.
“B was engaged to Qi years ago. Set sent that nigga to Hell and I guess they figured it out and wanna even the score.”
“Aight, but why now? They had years to retaliate.”
“Yeah, but they own shit went south after Qi got popped. They prolly just now steady enough, and then they think they got an in with that nigga Sincere.”
“Sincere a mark. YT here to stay, and the way the Triplets been wreaking havoc he knows it, so he not finna try shit. The real issue is the Mathers brothers,” Turk surmises.
Set rubs the top of his head. “Aight, so what’s the plan, Shaddy?”
“We know they sell pussy, so we need to work that angle.” I shift my gaze to Rico, and watch his jaw clench.
“Nah. Absolutely not–”
“That’s the way you wanna go?” Rico asks me, cutting Ty off.
But Ty don’t care about being cut off. He glares at me, shooting up from his chair and pointing at me. “Yo ass foul as fuck for even suggesting that shit, on Foe.”
“We was just there last year–”
“Rico was in Belize, far away from that nigga. I’on care, that’s foul as fuck, Rahshad.”
Set and Nut subtly scoot their chairs back, but I shake my head at them. Ty’s shaking from his anger, but he not gone hit me while I’m sitting down. Which is why my ass is planted.
“Chill, Ty-Ty. I’m good.” Rico holds out a joint to Ty, who takes it from him and sparks up, still standing.
When Rico turns to me, his eyes are dead. “That’s our angle?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod.
He sighs, then smirks. “Fasho. Set up the meet. I’ll, uh, get up with y’all later.” He gets up and leaves. Ty shoots me a withering glare before following behind him.
“I take it Ty and his dad reconnecting ain’t going over so well?” Set asks Reem.
Reem looks up from his phone and shakes his head. “They only really talk when they leading a class at the gym. But even if it was, he was gone react like that. Don’t be surprised if Rico disappears to Belize after this.”
“Yeah, well, he deserves a break,” I say, standing up with the rest of my bros. “Especially if he don’t kill the nigga before we can use him.”
My lil shorty lights up as soon as she sees me enter the kitchen. Macy has her on the counter, feeding her a bottle, but as soon as she sees me she starts clapping and reaching toward me.
Dal swoons. Macy’s hater ass rolls her eyes.
I come and grab my lil shorty and let her grab all on my lips.
“Don’t touch his lips, baby. You don’t know where they’ve been,” Mace says in a saccharine voice.
“They been all over yo funky ass mama.”
“Oop.” Dal eyes Macy, who just scoffs and stomps out the room.
I take her seat and start feeding my baby. She holds the bottle with me, eyes never leaving mine.
“Yo daughter finna make Ms. Sheryl quit, FYI.”
“She can’t be that bad.” I blow my baby a kiss, and one of her little hands reaches toward me.
“She’s worse. I never thought babies could be bad until I met Miss Reesey. Shit, Denver didn’t start acting up until he started school.”
