“You didn’t mention that shit before,” DP said casually as if it would have mattered at the time. And maybe it would have, and by the time Kwame brought it up, it was too late.
“I didn’t think I needed too.” Sterling laughed. “I always thought you was the smart one.” He shook his head. “I see now that I was wrong,” Sterling paused. “At least on this one, Dee. This one got away from you. Totally out of character.”
“Why you say that?”
Sterling sat back down. “You have always been the one to think shit through and not take risk or make stupid mistakes. You leave that shit to me.”
DP laughed. “Mistakes I have to clean up.”
“But that’s my point, Dee. Usually it’s you telling me don’t do that shit, I do it anyway and you have to clean it up. But this time, it was me who said don’t do it and you who did that dumbass shit anyway.”
“Point taken.”
“Whatever, nigga,” Sterling said and stood up again.
“Where you off to?”
“Going to get ready. Taking Venus to see Cristal at The Four Kings tonight. She’s real excited about going because she thinks The Regulators are gonna be there too,” Sterling said, and DP laughed. “What’s funny?”
“You … hangin’ out at The Four Kings.”
“What’s funny about that?”
“You know that’s one of their spots, right?”
“Who?”
“Mike Black, Rain Robinson, whoever … trust me, it’s their spot.”
“No shit.” Sterling sat down again. “I thought a nigga named RJ owned the spot?” Sterling laughed. “At least the mutha fucka walks around there like he owns the joint.”
DP shook his head. “He does. RJ is Robert Ray Jr., which in case I gotta break it down for you, makes Bobby Ray his father.”
“I did not know that. I ain’t never had no dealings with him, just this nigga, Money Marv. Me and him had a little confrontation that is yet to be resolved.”
DP laughed. “That’s Nick Simmons’ son.”
“I didn’t know that shit either.” Sterling paused. “Nick Simmons … that’s another murderous mutha fucka.”
DP laughed. “Seems like I ain’t the only one been fuckin’ around with these niggas.”
“No shit. I was about to pull a drive by on him and that nigga, Judah.”
DP laughed. “That’s Doc’s son.”
“Who’s Doc?”
“He’s one of their captains. If you had hit them, you would have brought them down on you too. And I know firsthand, you don’t want that. We don’t want that. We got a good business going that doesn’t conflict with theirs, so as long as we don’t fuck with them, they won’t fuck with us.”
“Yeah. All we gotta do now is hope that they don’t connect Kwame to your pops.” He looked at DP. “And hope that you got whatever it was that made you wanna fuck with her out of your system and we’ll be all right.”
“I’m done with that shit, trust me,” DP said, but the truth was something different. He watched Sterling leave the office and then he got up and went to the bar.
After DP poured himself another drink, he went back to his seat and sat down. He took a sip, closed his eyes and thought about how Rain took over, ramming her pussy back on his dick, hearing that pussy pop. How his eyes crossed beneath his lids and he was so turned on by Rain’s words. Fuck me, nigga! Give me that big fuckin’ dick! They only made him harder for her, made him want her more.
“But I will let it go. I don’t wanna die, so I will let it go.”
While DP tried unsuccessfully to put thoughts of Rain Robinson out of his mind, Sterling sat looking out the window as Barnes drove him away from there. He was thinking about his situation and how totally fucked up it was. He still couldn’t believe that DP was dumb enough to go up against Rain Robinson and Mike Black’s crew.