I knew my pops didn't want me to kill this nigga, and that might have worked for him, but Laken was quickly climbing to the top of my list of people that needed to be handled. It wasn't going to be long before I was gonna have to take care of him one way or the other, and if that meant permanently, then so be it.
Nonie
I had survived the night, but I was stressed and ready for it to be over. Trying to keep my distance from Laken so that he and Siah wouldn’t have a gun war in this club had me ready to drink something heavy and call it a night. Laken was aggressive, and I knew the fact that Siah was watching his every move made him even more determined to make a statement, but I had a job to do, so I got through it the best way I could. Kizzie ran interference as much as she could, but being that Jock was there, she wasn't much help because she was dodging him due to the issues that she was having.
There were a few times when Laken would touch my shoulders or my back just enough to make a difference, but only when he knew Siah was close. I quickly stepped away from him to make sure Siah didn’t feel the need to try and intervene.
I knew it was pissing him off, but I also knew that he respected my job enough to keep his distance unless Laken went too far. For the most part, I managed to keep the two of them separated and was still able to do my job. Now it was over and Kizzie and I were about to settle up on the bills and then head home.
I guess Jock and Kizze where still having their little issues because they didn't even speak to each other all night, but he damn sure made a point of knowing her every move. I could see him watching her just as hard as Siah was watching me. The two of them paid for a VIP area and stayed there most of the night unless Kizzie and I got too far and then you best believe, they were moving somewhere they could keep their eyes on us. I swear the two of them were doing the most, but this was how they did things, so I was used to it.
“We need to head up to the office to make sure we got everything covered before we head out of here. I’m going home with you, so you can't go home with Siah and he’s not coming to your house, okay?”
“Kizzie, will you please tell Jock about Red? You need to stop hiding. I love having you, but we both know that if Siah decides he’s coming home with me tonight then there really isn't anything that I can do to stop him. And the way he’s been up my ass all night, I can guarantee that’s exactly what he’s doing.”
“That's foul, Nonie. You're choosing him over your girl?” Kizze frowned, but she knew better. It wasn't about making a choice, it was about Siah getting his way and about her needing to handle her business.
“I’m not going there with you. Let's go.” I glanced at the bar, where I found Jock and Siah both watching us. I rolled my eyes and he winked at me. Arrogant bastard. I couldn’t even be mad at him because he was so damn sexy.
Kizzie and I made our way through the club and Kizzie had to stop to go to the bathroom, so I waited outside for her. I was leaning against the wall when I heard what sounded like Laken’s voice coming from around the corner. I walked over to it and sure enough he was with one of his homeboys and they were deep in conversation. So much so that they didn't notice I had even stuck my head out to peek at them, but I quickly stepped back and was about to walk off until I heard Siah’s name. That, of course, got my attention, so I decided to listen.
“You really don't think that nigga knows?”
“Nah, my pops and his pops ain't claiming each other, so there was no way he’d tell his son.”
“And you really ’bout to try and take down your own cousin? That’s family, bruh, fuck what your pops and his pops had going on, if you two merge that shit you can be a got damn power house. Why not just talk to him?”
“Fuck Siah, I ain't running shit with him, but I’m ’bout to take what he’s got. Even if it means killing that nigga.”
“You really gon’ kill your own cousin?”
“Hell yeah. He don't mean shit to me, and my pops and his pops are only half-brothers. So it don't mean shit. They don't even like each other, in fact they hate each other, so I’m good on that. Ain't no family ties with me.”
“Bruh, that’s some foul shit, but I’m good with it if you good with it. I guess we’ll be running Jersey and New York soon.”
“Fuck yeah, we will. So we really got someone on his team that’s willing to work with us on this?”
“Hell yeah, that nigga burned a lot of bridges, and money talks. It wasn't even that hard to turn ’em.”
“Aight then, I guess we make this shit happen.”
“Nonie, what you doing?” Kizze’s loud mouth ass damn near yelled, causing me to run to her and drag her down the hall.