“Slippin’ how?”
Dough’s gaze traveled to Noble, who stood at the foot of the bed. He was the head chief and a man of few words. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he watched intently.
“Those fucking Noir Mob niggas got me.”
Noble’s brows rumpled. “Which one?”
“One of those fucking Crown twins.”
“You know which one?” Luco quizzed.
Dough winced at the pain from his back. “It was that nigga, Lo.”
Luco snorted. “I think that’s the one that got the club. What’s the motive?”
Dough thought about concealing the truth, especially from Noble. He was a man of great character and if he told him that he fucked with Lo’s wife, there was a big chance he would cancel any plans to retaliate. But Dough was a man who wouldn’t lie about his dealings with Bria. Despite what he had gone through, he still had a lot of love for her.
“Don’t tell me this shit is over a woman,” Luco said.
Dough nodded. “She’s my bitch though.”
Noble scoffed and walked over to the window. Luco looked at him, awaiting his response.
“What you thinking?” Luco asked him.
“So, now we supposed to go to war over a bitch?” Noble asked in a calm voice.
Luco sucked his teeth. “Nigga, do you see my brother? We can’t let this shit slide. Plus, they been sending shots at us anyway since Douglas jumped ship.”
Noble chuckled. “I don’t do emotions, my nigga, especially when this shit tied to a fucking woman.” He turned and looked at Dough. “So, is this your woman or what?”
Dough cleared his throat. “She was until Douglas made her marry ol’ boy.”
Noble’s brows rose. “You fighting a nigga over his own wife?”
“I ain’t fighting over shit. The nigga came at me because he couldn’t keep his lady happy.”
“And now that nigga need to be dealt with,” Luco declared.
Noble shook his head. “I’m not going to war over no bitch. Business, yeah, but a woman, hell no.”
“Man, what the fuck!” Luco hissed. “Do you see what kinda condition my brother in? You gon’ let those niggas think they can slide on us and get away with it?”
“Yeah, what’s the problem, Noble? Why all of a sudden you trying to be all self-righteous and shit?”
“You wanna know why I’m the boss? ‘Cause I paid that fucking price. You wanna know how I did it? I didn’t get emotional about dumb shit. From what I heard that man beat your ass for fucking with his wife. You know niggas don’t play about they ol’ lady so why the fuck you think I’m about to suit up for your dumb-ass decisions?”
Dough couldn’t believe the words he heard. He was a part of the mafia, The Legacy Mafia to be exact. He had paid his loyalty with blood and sweat. His sacrifices cost him so many relationships that he would forever be bankrupt. Dough wanted revenge and it didn’t matter if Noble complied or not. Lo would feel his rage.
“So, as the chief, you cool with Noir Mob thinking we sweet?” Luco asked.
Noble pulled at the hairs in his beard. “I’ll tell you what, you do what you gotta do. I won’t fault you for it. If you need men, take ‘em. I just don’t want this shit falling on me or the TLM.”
Luco looked at Dough. “You hear that? You get better and then once you good, we’ll come up with a plan to take this nigga out. Cool?”
That actually sounded like words to Dough’s favorite song.
“Yeah.”
