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had gone smoothly and they were on their way
back.
Forty minutes later
    The front door of the trap house swung open and
Gangsta and Vayda came dancing in over the threshold,
hand and hand. They hummed the tune of the Spanish music
that the El Mariachi band played back at Chico’s. The pair
moved around the living room as if they were competing in
Dancing with the Stars. Unbeknownst to them, Pavielle
stood in the bedroom doorway watching them as he took
swigs from a bottle of Hennessy. He was shit faced drunk.
“I see y’all had yourselves a good old time.”
Pavielle’s spoke, startling the dancing duo.
    “Yes, we did,” Vayda said, breaking her embrace
from Gangsta. “It’s been a long time since you’ve taken me
out dancing. Why don’t you dance with me?” she
questioned, taking her man by the hand and moving from
left to right, trying to get him to dance along with her.
    “Gangstaz don’t dance!” Pavielle told her, taking her
by the face and locking lips with her. The entire time they
were kissing he was staring at his uncle like ‘ Yeah, nigga,
this is my bitch and don’t you ever forget it. ’ Vayda took
the bottle of Hennessy and took a long drink before passing
it back to her man.
    “Alright, boo, I’m finna go hop in the shower.” She
told Pavielle and waved to his uncle, as she headed to the
bedroom. He returned the gesture.
    Gouch came out
of
his
bedroom
stretching and
yawning with his head back, showcasing his teeth and every
cavity in his mouth. He was in a wife beater and tan Dickies,
rubbing his flat, hairy stomach.
“I’m bored as fuck, y’all niggaz tryna get in a game
of dominos?” he looked between his brother and uncle.
    “Yeah, I could go for a game of bones.” Gangsta
replied. His
forehead
crinkled when he saw Pavielle
eyeballing him
and taking the occasional swallow of
Hennessy.
“What about chu, bro?” Gouch tapped his sibling.
     
“I’m with it.” He kept his eyes on their uncle as he
took another swallow from his bottle.
     
“Bool, I’ma get the bones.” He retreated to his
bedroom to get the dominos so that they could play.
A few minutes later
    Gangsta, Gouch and Pavielle sat at the kitchen table
playing dominos. The entire time that Gouch and Gangsta
were having a ball shooting the shit, the alcohol guerilla
inside of Pavielle was pounding on its chest in a rage
demanding to be let loose. It also didn’t help that his mental
was being assaulted with images of his uncle fucking the
shit out of his woman. He got trailers of them sexing in his
head and the more of them he saw the angrier he felt until,
finally, he snapped like a twig.
    “Stay the fuck away from my bitch!” A scowling
Pavielle spat at his uncle, his words were like automatic
gunfire.
    The skin on Gangsta’s forehead bunched together
hearing his youngest nephew get at him like that. Had it
been anyone else he would have drew his banger and
cracked his skull to the white meat with it.
“Excuse me.” Gangsta frowned.
    Pavielle leaned in closer to his uncle and repeated
himself, “I said, Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From my bitch,
nigga! You heard me, Hotlink!” Hotlink was a name given
to Gangsta when he was in high school. He was known for
running up in some of everything raw. And on more than
one occasion he had gotten burned with an S.T.D, hence his
nickname.
“You think I’m stupid?” Pavielle continued. “Nigga,
I seen that shit earlier.”
     
“Chill, Booby.” Gouch tried to tell his little brother,
placing a hand on his arm.
    “Nah, fuck a chill, Gucci,” Pavielle’s face twisted and
he snatched his arm away violently. “This old ass nigga
ain’t finna run up in my bitch! Not this nigga here!” He
smacked his hand up against his chest hard with each word.
“The rest of these niggaz running around here may be
scared of him, but I’m not.” he whipped out his .9mm,
placed it on the table and leaned back in his chair, folding
his arms to his chest. He mad dogged