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shook it off and got in my car and pulled off. I needed to get myself together and stop worrying about Reshawn and his messiness.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty
    Reshawn
     
    I sat in the passenger seat of Tone’s Maserati smoking on a fat one while we watched Tiffany get into her car and pull off. I didn’t know why I didn’t think to call this nigga when I looking for Tiffany’s sneaky ass.
    I reached out to him when Quinton wanted to play captain save a hoe and kick me out his house. I wasn’t feeling that shit and I had to get back at that nigga and I wanted to in the worst way.
    Coincidental ly, Tone was feeling the same way about Quint and Moses. Honestly, to me, Moses ass could go too. I really didn’t give a fuck about neither of them and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that if I murked both they asses, I would be running shit. I would be sitting lovely in Miami and New York living just how they are living.
    That nigga still treated me like I was a baby and couldn’t handle shit myself. I was the man until I got locked up. Shit was running good for me. Now, I was trying to build myself back up, but it was hard when you had an older brother who wouldn’t let you do your thing without him hovering over you.
    I didn’t move to Miami on purpose . He micro-managed my ass in New York, so imagine if I was in Miami right under his nose.
    My beef with Quinton was personal . He put his hands on me and, yeah, I wasn’t afraid to say I got my ass kicked. Now, he had to get dealt with. He was fucking my girl and playing fake daddy to my daughter. That nigga had to get done in the worst way possible.
    I was only out here for a meeting and then I was back on the pla ne. I had a plan in motion in my head and I just needed to carry it out. I could give a shit about Tone’s reason for his betrayal I just needed him. I knew he had some connects with the type of people and materials I needed to carry this out.
    “So , my man, what you got planned?” Tone said, interrupting me from my thoughts.
    That was something I hated.
    “I need some heat before I can plan anything . I know you got connects that ain’t gonna kill my pockets.”
    “Nigga , I am the fucking connect. I got a place over in little Haiti. We can get what you need and move from there,” he said, pulling out the parking spot we were posted in.
    We pulled up to an abandoned warehouse . I was a little skeptical at first. I didn’t have my piece because of the airport and if this nigga was ready to kill his business partner. I didn’t know what he was capable of. He must have sensed my uneasiness, so he spoke up.
    “Nigga , if I wanted to get at you, I would’ve did so already,” he said, laughing and hopping out the car.
    Inside , the warehouse was nice as hell. It had leather couches with velvet wallpaper and stripper poles with flat screen TVs on the wall. I was amazed. I would lose the velvet walls but it was cool.
    He motioned for me to walk to the back with him where he put a code in and opened a safe. He pulled out so many guns, some I didn’t know the names of, but I knew I could still make them shits bust.  He handed me a desert eagle and a nine millimeter.  I took them and put them in the back of my pants.
    “How much you gonna charge me?” I asked curiously.
    “Nah, you good my nigga. Let’s just get this money together,” he said, reaching his hands out for a pound.
    I gave him one but questioned myself what he meant by getting this money together. Shit , I didn’t care because after I got what I wanted I was gonna take his ass out anyway. I didn’t need no one holding shit over my head, especially Tone.
    Tone dropped me off where I was meeting Quinton. I was expecting him to bring up what went down earlier between me and Quint, but I guessed his ass hadn’t said shit yet. As long as he wasn’t speaking, I wasn’t about to say shit. It would make my ambush that much powerful. I had mapped out everything.