blamed Trae and dismissed him from the organization.”
“And let me guess. He takes back everything that he offered.”
“Yes, Don Carlos.”
“He should have come to me.”
“I know. But Trae is now back in jail, and while he was in, he got into a scuffle and killed a man. Hear me out, Don Carlos.” I raised my hand to stop him from speaking. I knew that he was getting ready to go in on Trae. “A new murder charge that I’m sure we can beat using self-defense, so I’m not worried about that. And I can handle my brother, but I need you to talk to Mr. Li. Get him to lift that figure up off Trae’s head.”
Even though Mr. Li had told Trae that no harm would come to him and his family, he still sent someone to take Trae out, right there behind the wall. He was not a man of his word. And I had a big problem with that. It was now personal to me.
“Don Carlos, I need you to stop the hit now. Trae shared some info with me. You get him to lift the hit, and we can put a dent in the Li organization.”
“A dent? What do you mean?”
“Trae was able to gather some very pertinent intelligence. Again, it would be to your benefit and also mine and my family’s. Trae is sure that if you go to him, it’s going to come with a price, and that price is putting his team to work. Li likes how Trae gets down. And that’s when he can put the intelligence he has to use, using me.”
I stopped Don Carlos in his tracks and faced him. I’d known this man for almost half of my lifetime. Kyron introduced Trae and me to Don Carlos after we had been coppin’ weight from one of his people, Freddie Pinta. When Freddie got busted, we stepped in and took over, and we never looked back.
Don Carlos had always granted me everything I asked of him, but to my surprise, he said, “I’ll get back with you. This news you brought me has worked my brain to the point of fatigue. Come, let us enjoy some wine.”
“But Don Carlos, we obviously don’t have much time. It may already be too late.”
“Then there is nothing we can do about it, is there? Come. Let us enjoy.”
KYRON
“I can’t do this anymore, Papi.” Mari sighed as she slid off my dick and climbed up off of me.
“What’s your problem?”
“You’re fucking me but thinking about her, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“Get out, Kyron. When I come out of the bathroom, I want you gone. The disrespect is never going to stop as long as I allow it. You took me to Vegas, Kyron, but when you came back into the room, I could smell her all over you. But this here . . . this is the last straw. Get out!” She stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Bitches always gotta find a reason to trip. I wasn’t even thinking about Tasha. Do I wish it was her pussy that I was fucking? Yeah, but my mind was on Kaylin. I hadn’t heard from him since I tried to kill his ass. What a lucky nigga! The surprise element was ruined by some nosy muthafucka. You gotta be careful doing dirty these days because it’s always somebody not minding their own fuckin’ business.
I glanced at my Patek Philippe. I had to meet up with Kendrick, so I wasn’t planning on sticking around anyway. She was the one who wanted some dick. Shit, actually, I was running late. I jumped up, got dressed, and was out.
When I got into my ride, I saw my brother Kay get out of a yellow cab. Talking about thinking a nigga up. He came over to the passenger side and got in. “My little punk-ass brother, why are you riding in a cab way out here?”
“I had to see you.” He leaned over, grabbed me, and hugged me. My brother got in the passenger side giving me a hug. I didn’t know if this was the hug from Judas or not. I checked my hip for my hammer just in case. But I went with it. “I was just about to go holla at Kendrick.” I stared into his eyes to see what he felt about Kendrick. I didn’t know if he knew or not if Kendrick was in on my plot in Vegas.