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Yonnis turned around and went digging through his briefcase. My guess is he was digging for some paperwork. What caught my attention was Mama Rose’s video was still playing. She wasn’t quite done talking and Junior noticed it as well. I saw him take a few steps toward the tv with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, before I forget, if you just so happen to find your cousin Bentley before the rest of us, tell him to come home. He’s the last piece of our puzzle,” she chimed.

Cousin? I know that ain’t what that old lady just let fly.

“Tuh.That soft ass nigga. Man, hell nah,” I voiced waving her off.

“Hold up. Lil’ nigga you know that nigga Bentley?” Junior questioned now walking in my direction.

“I know he a pussy and got a hell of a hard on for you. What you do to him, anyway?” I had to know why every time he came with a plan, it was to hit Junior.

“Yo’ guess is as good as mine. You can get in touch with him again? I need that like today. He play too many games for me. Plus, I want my shit back or whatever bread he got from it.”

“I ain’t got no direct contact but I know who do. He prolly ‘bout to have somebody else hit you. He wanted my crew to do it again, but I shut that shit down twice. Ain’t no telling how he finna come,” I admitted.

“Let him come. Family or not, I’m gon’ brand his ass like a bowling ball. Sign this shit Yonnis ‘bout to give you and let’s eat. I’m hungry,” he stated unbothered rubbing his stomach. He walked off to the kitchen and everyone else followed shaking their heads.

Goddammit! Nigga, if I wasn’t me, I’d want to be you!

He was so fuckin’ nonchalant ‘bout shit that would’ve had me thirty-eight. Knowing what knew ‘bout Bentley and how he stepped, he was no competition for Junior. Royce had an aura that couldn’t be duplicate and the dominance that nigga carried was what shook muthafuckas. This was an untouchable nigga, and he knew it. I was too excited to see how he put Bentley down. Much like him, family or not, he was ‘bout to push daisies.

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