AFTER PARKING IN FRONT of the new trap house out in Brown Sub, Trigger told Boss about earlier in the day. Trigger then hit the locks on the Chevy so he and Boss could climb out. Boss glanced around after shutting the passenger door and then walked around the front end of the truck. He wasn’t surprised to see Trigger already gripping one of his Glocks, held down at his right thigh, and looking around the area.
“Come on!” Boss told Trigger as he led the way to the apartment, where they saw a group of three guys posted out in front of the apartment door.
“Whoa, my nigga!” one of the three guys said.
He quickly jerked back and reached for his strap, but froze since Trigger already had his Glock pointed at the homeboy while his backup was pointed at the two on the left.
“Who you niggas?” Boss asked calmly, looking from the guy to the others. “Where’s Eazy, Rico, and Magic?”
“Who are you?” the homeboy who spoke first asked his question once again while watching Trigger but showing little fear.
Boss slowly nodded his head in approval and then said Trigger’s name, which caused Trigger to lower both guns while still holding onto them.
“What’s your name, playboy?” Boss asked the guy.
“Everybody calls me Butter!” Homeboy told Boss.
“Butter, huh?” Boss repeated. “Alright, Butter, I’m Boss, and this is my brother, Trigger.”
“You Boss?” Butter asked with a look of disbelief on his face. “My fault, Boss. I ain’t know, dawg!” Butter said after seeing Boss nod his head.
“Everything’s good,” Boss told him.
Boss then looked over at Trigger and nodded, which allowed Trigger to put away his burners. Boss then followed Butter and the other two guys out front into the apartment, where they saw more guys all piled inside the empty apartment, other than an old-looking sofa and some crates on which different guys were sitting. Other guys just leaned against the walls. Boss heard his name and looked to his left to see Eazy and Rico heading his way.
“What’s up, my nigga?” Eazy said, first embracing Boss and then dapping up with Trigger. “We was starting to wonder when you niggas was gonna get here.”
“Where’s Magic at?” Boss asked, shifting his eyes and looking around the room that was a lot lower in volume.
Boss noticed a lot of the guys staring at him and talking in lowered voices to the guy beside them.
“Magic went to pick up three more guys that hit him up a few minutes ago,” Eazy told Boss. “I let him hold my truck to put his niggas in.”
Boss nodded his head but kept looking around the room. “Alright. Let’s get this shit started,” he said.
Boss stood in the center of the room while Eazy called for everyone’s attention. Once the house was quiet and everyone was staring at Eazy, he introduced Boss to the house. He then nodded to Boss, before he and Trigger stepped off to the side. Everyone in the house looked at Boss, and Boss quietly stared around at every face that his eyes passed while looking around.
He then looked over to a light-skinned dude who said, “What’s up, homeboy? You plan on saying something, or you getting off just looking at muthafuckers?”
“Relax!” Boss said out loud, stopping Trigger just as his hair-trigger-tempered ass was about to start in the dude’s direction.
He held homeboy’s eyes even as Trigger stepped back beside Eazy and Rico, and then he spoke directly to the homeboy. “I’m really just waiting to see which one of you niggas isn’t supposed to be among the group. I told my niggas I needed some real go-hard soldiers that was ready to take over this muthafucking city. You ready for this shit we about to get into, playboy?”
“That’s what the fuck I’m here for!” homeboy replied, folding his arms across his chest while holding Boss’s eyes.
“I hear that, playboy!” Boss stated. “Homeboy, tell me something. How many bodies you got?”
“Why don’t you go check the morgue and get a body count!” he told Boss, causing a few guys to chuckle.
Boss smirked at homeboy’s comment and asked, “What’s your name, playboy?”
“I’m called Joker!” he answered, earning a smile from Boss.
“Alright, Joker,” Boss said with a continued smile. “I’m sure Eazy, Rico, or Magic, whoever got you here, told you exactly why you all are here today, and since I’m not one for prolonged speeches, I want you all to listen real good. I’m asking each and every one of you now that if you’re not really ready to catch a body or put in some work, there’s the door. So leave now!”
Boss waited a few moments, and after no one left, he continued: “I’ve done my homework, and I know who’s the power in this city. Malcolm Warren and Curtis Black. Black is powering the whole west side of the city giving him 25 percent. That gives Malcolm the other 75 percent in the north, south, and east. We’re taking the full 100 percent of the city! Since Curtis Black has less power and we’re still building, we’re starting this takeover on his side of the city. There’s only one rule, and that’s you’re either rolling with us or the city can dig a grave for the muthafuckers who are not with us!”
Bossed looked around after pausing a few moments to let what he just said soak in the heads of the guys around him.
“I’m going to set up three of you as my lieutenants along with Eazy, Rico, and Magic, but as of right now, I see only two I’m considering, and that’s Butter and Joker. I haven’t decided on a third yet!” Boss continued.
Boss was interrupted when the door to the apartment opened and in walked Magic. He was followed by a stocky-built dude with dreads that reached his wide shoulders. He was followed by a brown-skinned cute female who also had dreads that reached past her shoulders and brown tips. Boss showed loved to Magic by embracing him and then nodding to the big dude and female. He then turned back around to continue addressing the crowd.
“As I was saying, this city no longer belongs to Malcolm Warren or Curtis Black! We now own this city, even if we gotta raise the death toll and keep the streets painted red with muthafuckers’ blood. Now as far as I’m concerned, this meeting is muthafucking over!” Boss ended.
Boss started for the door with Trigger right behind him. He then pulled out his vibrating phone and saw Detective Wright was calling, even though he thought it might be Destiny.
“Yeah.”
“Boss, it’s Wright!”
“Where you at?”
“I’m five minutes away from where you wanted to meet at.”
“You’ll see the crowd once you get here. Just hit my phone back.”
After hanging up the phone with the detective, Eazy, Rico, Magic, and the big man and the shorty with dreads walked up.
“Yo, Boss!” Magic started as he nodded to the big man and the female with the dreads. “This is my boy Savage and his sister, Black Widow.”
“Savage and Black Widow, huh?” Boss repeated.
He looked over at the six foot three, 240-pound stocky, muscularly-built Savage, and then he looked at Black Widow, who was actually a lot prettier than he first thought. She had a banging ass, was five foot five and 137 pounds, and had a 34B-28-44 body that was easy to see even with her baggy clothes.
“Savage! Is there some meaning behind the name?”
Savage slowly smiled, which was just as evil a grin as Trigger’s. He then answered in his deep voice that was low and sounded like a growl: “Just pay attention when I’m at work and you’ll have your answer.”
Boss nodded his head at Savage’s answer and then looked back at Black Widow, who openly stared at him with a hint of what looked like interest in her eyes.
“You don’t look like you should be out here in these streets, shorty. You cute! But then hearing the name Black Widow, I’m coming up with a few ideas that I’m sure are close to what you’re probably capable of. And you’re probably the deadliest one of all who’s standing around here right now.”
Black Widow smiled at what Boss was saying and took his comments as a compliment. She then looked over at Boss again with a growing look of sexual hunger.
“I think I’ve changed my mind about the pretty boy. I think I’m going to really like him after all!” Black Widow called out to Magic.
“Boss!”
Boss turned when he heard his name and looked toward the street, where he saw a familiar Cadillac SRX. He then saw Butter and four other guys standing around the SUV and not allowing the driver to get out, even though he knew it was Detective Wright.
“Who’s that, pretty boy?” Black Widow asked.
“It’s business!” Boss stated as he walked off and headed out to the Cadillac. “It’s cool!” Boss told Butter as he passed him, walking around the front of the SUV to the passenger side, and climbed inside.
“I see you’ve made friends,” Detective Wright stated as Boss shut the passenger door behind him.
He ignored the detective’s comments and then asked, “Where’s this information you told me you got?”
Wright reached across Boss, opened the glove compartment, and removed a thick brown folder, which he tossed onto Boss’s lap.
“Here are Malcolm Warren Sr.’s and Malcolm Warren Jr.’s records that you wanted to see.”
“I didn’t ask for his father’s file,” Boss stated while opening the folder and beginning to look through the papers.
“I figured since Malcolm Sr. started the business that his son is now running, you would want to know what you’re up against once you actually try to go up against Malcolm Jr.,” Detective Wright explained to Boss.
Boss listened to what the detective had told him, but continued reading through the paperwork on Malcolm Jr. He then turned the page and froze after reading something that caused a small smile to spread across his lips. “Ain’t this some shit!”
“What’s that?” Wright asked, staring at Boss and seeing the smile on his face.
“It’s just a small world!” Boss said as he closed the folder. “I’ma have a little something extra for this in your payment this Friday.”
Boss climbed out of the SUV and walked back around to the sidewalk where Trigger and the others all stood waiting for him. Boss then stopped in front of his team.
“What did your rat have to say?” Trigger asked.
“He just brought me something I asked for,” Boss answered, holding up the folder. “I’ma have some new shit for the team tomorrow, so I’ma want everybody on point and ready early tomorrow.”
“What’s up now, nigga?” Eazy asked Boss.
“I need to handle something real quick, but put Butter, Joker, and Black Widow in the three lieutenant spots, and have Butter and Joker at the meeting tomorrow.”
Boss dapped up with the team, and then he and Trigger walked off and headed to Trigger’s truck. Boss got in the passenger side while Trigger got behind the wheel.
“Big bruh, what’s the deal?” Trigger asked as he started up the truck and began driving off.
“You remember shorty I told you about who I met at the gas station in the Porsche SUV?” Boss reminded him. “This is that folder I told you about that had that nigga Malcolm’s records inside it. But look who else’s name is in it!”
Trigger looked over the papers Boss held out for him, and he read out loud the name that Boss pointed to: “Destiny Moore!”
“That’s the same bitch that I met at the gas station!” Boss told Trigger. “Read this right here!”
Trigger looked back at the papers and read out what Boss was pointing at: “Step-sister Destiny Moore and step-mother Patricia Warren!”
“This bitch thinks she’s slick, baby bruh!” Boss said with a smirk. “She knew who the fuck I was, and now she’s trying to play the setup game.”
“So what we gonna do?” Trigger asked, hoping Boss was about to let him have some more fun.
“Relax, baby bruh!” Boss told Trigger, knowing what his boy wanted.
He pulled out his phone and pulled up Destiny’s number and hit send. He then looked over at Trigger and said, “I’ve got a plan for shorty.”
“Oh, now you decide to call me, Boss,” Destiny answered the call after two rings with a little attitude.
“My fault, shorty,” Boss told her in a soft voice that turned into a lowered voice. “Let me make it up to you. Can I see you tonight?”
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