Page 122 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio

I listened to the guys argue behind me, along with the music, for a good twenty minutes before my mouth grew parched and my curiosity piqued. “Aye… Can y’all see?”

My world was still dark. The rest of my senses were heightened since my eyes weren’t working, but from the way they’d been describing the never-ending dunes of sand, someone had to be able to see.

“As a matter of fact, I can’t,” Ezio acknowledged.

“I can’t see fuckin’ shit outta this thing. It’s these hot-ass masks!” Nel shouted.

Before the masks, I couldn’t see shit. I don’t think these niggas understood that I was blind as fuck riding this camel.

“Hol’ up, lemme fix the hole.” I heard a ripping sound, and Nel groaned. “I made the bullshit worse! Fuuuuck!”

“Who made this shit? Don got too much money to be giving us homemade KKK masks!” Metavello announced as if he wanted Don to hear him talking shit.

“Scarlett made this bullshit,” Nel’s shit-starting ass remarked.

Matteo kissed his teeth. “You niggas outta be glad my wife did anything for you ungrateful muthafuckas. Fuck y’all gone complain for? Do I see anybody else’s bitch contributing to the cause?”

“I can’t breathe in this shit, and I can’t ride in this shit! I’m riding blind!” Nel screamed.

“Aye, it’s hot as fuck, so they’re protecting us from the sun. The bags were a good idea. Fall back off Scarlett. You niggas either wear ’em or you don’t,” Ezio expressed, hating when anyone had anything to say about his favorite cousin, Scarlett.

“Ion need you taking up for my bitch, junkie!” Matteo barked. “I keep tellin’ you weird-ass niggas that she’s a Rinaldi now. I’m ’bout sick of you incestual-ass niggas.”

“Nigga, you only saying that incest shit because of me and Pia. Shit gettin' old. Everybody knows we ain’t related!”

“Look, are we wearing the masks or not?”

Matteo sighed, ignoring my question. “Fuck all y’all. I be watching my wife get thrown into these bullshit-ass seminars to help you ungrateful sons of bitches, and all she get is criticized! I’ll be so happy when y’all die! Hopefully, it’s today.”

“Aye, Django…” Ezio called out, causing all of us to laugh.

Matteo didn’t respond, and that made the twins start up with nonstop jokes before Matteo threatened to shoot everybody’s camel if they didn’t shut the fuck up.

I’d already stopped laughing after the first two jokes because something was wrong.

“Yo’, Matteo…” I uttered loud enough for them to hear me without yelling.

“Nigga, what?”

Licking my lips, I felt sweat drip down my back. “I can’t seewith or withoutthe mask.”

“Aye! Who the fuck is that up straight ahead? Is that another camel?” Vello asked before anyone could respond to what I’d just said. Hearing that someone else had been placed out here had my ears perking up.

“Is that Tunan?” Ezio asked.

Tunan.

My brother had been tossed in here too. I hadn’t had the chance to explain the trainings and missions part of this with him in depth, but I did tell him that joining this shit was strenuous. We hadn’t talked since he revealed he’d been married to Glow, and it wasn’t because I was avoiding him, but so much was going on in my own house that I hadn’t had the chance to chop it up about his new relationship status.

“Describe to me what y’all seeing,” I yelled to whomever would answer.

“Take off the fuckin’ mask, G,” Metavello urged.

“I can’t fuckin’ see even without the mask. Did y’all muthafuckas hear me?”

I was getting tired of these niggas. This camel was uncomfortable as hell.

I heard trotting and then felt an object in front of my face. Ezio chuckled. “Shit, he deadass can’t see.”