Page 9 of Royce (Atkins Family Saga #1)
I looked at him and he still wore that dumbass smile. I cocked my head to the side showing my irritancy with his presence. All I wanted him to do was get the fuck out my face but taking hints wasn’t his strong suit.
“My bad, Royce, but uhm, can I step in?”
Inhaling deeply, I leaned forward and nodded. He came in giddy like a fuckin’ schoolgirl. Ponk ass . He stood there as if I was going to be the first one to speak first. He came in this bitch bothering me, not the other way around.
“Speak bitch!” I shouted.
He jumped back a lil’ then tried to save face by fixing his clothes. “I get out in like a year or whatever, and I was seeing if you can put a nigga on. I was selling my lil’ shit here and there, but I’m trying to get on for real. I got three kids I need to take care of.”
I was the one and only Royce Atkins. I was sure when my name circulated throughout this building muthafuckas were thinking of ways to approach me.
If you had an ear to the streets for real, you knew my malls were nothing but a cover up.
If he sold anything in the city, he bought it off one of my low levels.
Didn’t nobody else have room to sell shit in this muthafucka.
I didn’t grant it, so it wasn’t being done.
Plus, I knew this nigga was lying about his time.
I already had information on every nigga in here.
The third shift supervisor of the guards was an ex-girlfriend of my uncle, Ryan.
Castina was still family in my eyes. She was with him until I was like eighteen before she left him.
My father still invited her to cookouts just to fuck with my uncle.
He wanted her back so bad it wasn’t even funny.
She never took the bait letting him know she would never give him the chance to play her again.
She meant that shit, too. She wasn’t Mercedees’s biological mother but she took on that role and was there whenever she needed her.
Anyway, this nigga had two years left, not one.
The fact that he was bold enough to walk his dumbass in here was comical.
I didn’t touch anything with my name on it other than my fuckin’ money.
My shipments were handled by Striker and his team.
All I did was come in to make sure the inventory was right.
Regardless of what the DA said, I was more careful than he wanted to believe.
“What’s yo’ name?” I knew his name already. I just wanted him to announce himself.
“Shit, they call me Cojak.”
“Cojak? What kind of fuck boy name is that? You couldn’t come up with something better,” I taunted.
“It’s a play on my government name. The bitches like it, so I ain’t tripping.”
“Them hoes must be desperate as fuck,” I said shaking my head. I could see the embarrassment creep onto his face. I chuckled knowing I was getting under his skin.
“Can I get put on or not?” he asked slapping his fist into the palm of his hand.
I looked up eyeing him with a blank expression.
I wasn’t going back and forth about shit.
He would never work for me. He was too careless and the way he played in muthafucka’s faces didn’t sit right with me.
He wasn’t a man about shit he did and that wasn’t the type of niggas I wanted around me or touching my product.
I knew for a fact he was singing like a canary if he got hemmed up. Hell no.
I cracked a smile and said, “Shit, I was gon’ ask you to put me on. That’s crazy.”
“Huh? What you mean?” he asked wearing a confused expression.
“Yo’ baby mama. She bad as fuck.”
“My baby mama? Who Tinasia?” he said pointing out the door. I assumed he was speaking on the one that sat her dumbass there while baby girl flipped the fuck out.
“Nigga, I said the bad one, not the one who look like she works on cars for a living. What’s her name? I got to make sure I tell her how pretty she is next time I see her.”
The taunting was the most fun I’ve had since I been in here. He made it so easy to enjoy. His facial expression was no longer a happy one. He looked like he wanted to hit me and that was exactly what I wanted him to do.
“Aye, Royce, I ain’t come in here for all that. Is you gon’ put me on or not?” he said taking a step forward.
“That’s what the fuck I want to know, too. I’m still waiting on you to tell me her name.”
“You ain’t got to worry ‘bout Klarity. Just know she ain’t jumping ship. She knows who the fuck she belongs to. That’s my baby inside her stomach nigga. She been stamped.”
He was still poking his chest out like I wouldn’t cave that bitch in. As much as he disrespected her and treated her like she ain’t matter, I knew he wasn’t getting upset ‘bout me showing a lil’ interest. This muthafucka just had another bitch at his table but was being selfish with baby girl.
“Klarity. I think I like that shit. Aye, write her number down for me,” I said grabbing a pencil and paper. I extended it in his direction, and he slapped it out my hand.
As soon as he did that shit, I had a hand around his throat and his back against the wall.
I was a six-foot seven nigga. I pretty much towered over this short bitch and every other nigga in here.
His feet dangled as I held him up on the wall.
He wore a tight face as he tried to get me to loosen my grip.
It would take OG himself to do that. I wasn’t letting go until I was good and goddamn ready.
“Don’t you ever come in here thinking we cool like that.
I’ll have your baby mama’s claiming yo’ body by dawn fuck ass nigga.
Play with them hoes, not me. I really should do something to you for playing with my future wife feelings, but I’ll wait until I change her last name before I put hands on you.
I suggest you get the fuck out my goddamn cell before you not make it back to yours, aight? ”
He nodded and I threw his ass to the ground.
Ole lanky ass nigga. I took a seat on my bed and kicked his body while he tried catching his breath.
He got to his feet as best he could before scurrying out.
Cojak talked a lot of shit to them women but wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight against a nigga.
He was pussy as hell and that shit didn’t fly in my crew.
The longer I stayed in here the angrier I became. Being around muthafuckas that couldn’t get close to me on the other side of these walls was irritating the fuck out of me. Yonnis needed to wrap this shit up and fast.