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his uncle with the
corner of his top lip twitching like an angry wolf.
    “Blood, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Gouch
snapped looking at his brother like he’d lost his goddamn
mind. “This is our fucking family!”
    “This mothafucka ain’t my family,” Pavielle stared
Gangsta dead in his eyes. The O.G held his gaze, clenching
his muscular, veined fists firmly. “He’s just a washed up,
hasbeen gangsta, running around like he’s in his twenties,
tryna relive his glory days.”
“Don’t pay him any mind, unc. He’s just drunk.”
Gouch defended his brother’s actions.
     
“A drunken man speaks with a sober tongue.”
Gangsta spoke, eyes still on Pavielle.
     
“Booby, you tripping,” Gouch tried to snatch his
brother’s gun but he smacked his hand.
    “I’m not playing with you, Gucci! Don’t touch my
strap, fam!” Pavielle turned his hateful eyes on his brother
for a split second before returning them to his uncle. “So
how you wanna do this, old nigga? From the shoulders or
with the tools?”
Gangsta turned to his sister’s youngest son and said,
“We can handle this shit from the shoulders!”
    “Alright then, step outside.” Pavielle went to rise and
he fired on that ass. The young nigga winced and his neck
bent at a funny angle. His weight shifted in the chair and it
went flying backwards, spilling him onto
the floor,
unconscious.
    “He’s knocked out cold, Gucci,” Gangsta announced,
looking at Pavielle snoring on the floor. “Help me get’em
onthe couch.” he and Gouch carried Pavielle into the living
room and laid him out on the couch. After draping a blanket
over him, the O.G kneeled down to prop a pillow behind his
head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, you
crazy son of a bitch.” He kissed him on the forehead and cut
the lights out in the living room.
***
    Pavielle woke up the next morning on the couch with
a really bad hangover. He had no idea what had happened
last night that left him with a sore jaw and Gangsta and
Gouch didn’t bother to remind him.
    “Where’s Lil’
Gangsta? Fool was supposed to have
been here this A.M.” Pavielle asked as he whipped out his
dick to take a piss.
    “I don’t know,” Gangsta answere
d, shaving his head
in the bathroom sink. With each naked strip he created on
his head, he rinsed the shaver off under the faucet.“He was
‘pose to have been here an hour ago.”
    “We’ve gotta hire
better help.” Pavielle glanced over
his shoulder as he held his meat, relieving his bladder. “I
know that’s yo’ dead homie’s lil’ brother and all, but
damn!” he shook his head because Lil’ Gangsta was a pitful
mothafucka who was more so a liability than an asset.
    Lil’
Gangsta was Big Gangsta’s late homeboy, Tkay’s, baby brother that had gotten murdered in a drive by
a few years back. On a winter night, lying on the sidewalk,
with his blood pooling beneath him, he made Gangsta
promise to look after his baby brother. Honoring the
promise he made to his homeboy, Gangsta took his friend’s
younger brother under his wing, just as he did his own
nephews.
    “Let me worry about Lil’ G,” Gangsta said, washing
traces of shaving cream from his bald head.“You and
Gouch drop off that product. That work ain’t gone deliver
its self.”
    “I’m on it, boss.” Pavielle flushed the toilet and
washed his hands. “You know momma got dialysis today,
right?”
“Yeah, I’ma swing by there and drop her off once Lil’
Gget’s here.” He assured him.
     
“Alright then,” Pavielle said, heading out of the
bathroom.
     
***
    Pavielle threw on a throwback 49niners jersey, a
matching snapback and Levi’s 501’s. He then got Gouch
from the other bedroom and they advanced on the front
door. The brothers were to make their rounds to all five of
their uncle’s trap houses, dropping off work.
    Pavielle turned the knob and pulled open the door. To
his surprise he found Lil’ Gangsta with his fist raised