Page 23 of Welcome to the Table

I also did my homework on the Colombia Point Dawgs.

I couldn’t find out too much because the family stayed off the grid.

What I did find out was that they ran a drug ring in Colombia.

Cocaine, heroin, fentanyl, and tranquilizer ingredients.

They would sell that shit to a fucking baby if they had the money.

The time I went to Colombia to see some shit for myself, women were going into homes with their kids and coming out with pampers full of cocaine. Shit was crazy.

Fanucci was the boss of everything, and I wanted a meeting with him.

I had his address, but didn’t know how I could get through his armored security.

This nigga had the entire military around his estate.

The closest I knew I could have gotten was Thiago.

He was one of his son’s right-hand men, but that wasn’t enough for me.

I wanted to talk to the boss. Thiago had the intel I needed on the family, but not enough.

He just knew that Frenchy wanted a seat at our table to infiltrate the United States, and he knew Melph was his way in, but I didn’t trust it.

It was some shit about him that made me think he was moving funny.

I didn’t run the shit by Melph. He wouldn’t have listened anyway.

I didn’t know the dynamic between him and Fanucci, and I didn’t question it.

I would ride when Melph said it was time to ride.

“You know what this dumb shit about. They left and went upstairs and left us down here looking stupid.” Hellcat snapped me out of my thoughts. “And why the fuck do you always gotta wear a fucking suit?”

I looked at him and wanted to laugh, but refrained because this nigga didn’t take shit seriously. Calliope was quiet, as usual, because that was his demeanor. He never said too much but was always ready for action.

“Nigga, because that’s how I like to dress. You barely see me to know if I wear anything fucking else, so watch that shit. Why the fuck you always angry? Where does that shit stem from since we asking questions?” I told him, and his face turned to a scowl.

“I was born this way. Ask Athena.” He rose from the sofa.

“Nigga, why you here? Because Jaci here? We can protect her from whatever is coming. What made you crawl from under the fucking rock that you live under?” He was reaching, but I was going to spare him because I knew his personality, and he wasn’t gon’ do shit.

I never understood why the little nigga didn’t care too much for me, but that was his problem. I hated the way they called their mother by her government name. Shit was just disrespectful, but it wasn’t for me to say.

“Not that I have to address yo’ fucking questions, but I was called by Melph to come and handle some shit in his absence, as we all heard at the fucking table.” I had to talk to him like that because that’s the only way he understood.

“But you did. Anyway, so answer the rest.” He stood, putting his balled fist on the table.

I shook my head. “Shut up, Hellcat. You are asking too many questions but not the right one, so allow me to ask the motherfucker.” Calliope had finally opened his fucking mouth as he lit his blunt.

“I’m all ears,” I told him.

“Why the fuck you gotta stay in the house with Athena and Jaci while Melph is gone? Don’t you have a house in the city where you could lay your head?” I knew Calliope was gon’ come with some smart shit, but I had an answer for his ass. He was quiet for a reason.

“Not that I owe you an explanation as to why the fuck I am staying in this house or not, but I am staying here per Melph’s request. Correct me if the fuck I am wrong, but don’t you live in the fucking forest where there is little to no reception for your phone and away from everybody?

Ain’t nobody sending smoke signals if some shit happens.

You find out when the fuck you find out, nigga.

” I had to let his ass have it because I didn’t know what the fuck he was insinuating, but he was about to get his shit smashed.

“I have my ways of finding out everything that’s going on in this fucking house. I don’t have to live close to fucking know,” he told me, nostrils flaring.

I didn’t give a fuck. “That’s a conversation you need to have with Melph. I didn’t ask for none of this shit.” I told them both the truth.

I was living in my fucking mansion, minding my business, and doing what the fuck I was supposed to do as his underboss.

Making sure shit was straight and there were no snakes in our camp, but clearly, I was fucking wrong because shit started to shake.

Whoever had slipped through the cracks within the organization, I would find out.

When I did, they were going to regret fucking with the mafia.

There wasn’t a woman in the world that I couldn’t have, but the few that I did run through lacked intellect.

If you can’t hold a decent conversation, then I didn’t want the pussy.

That meant you didn’t know how to fuck. Don’t get shit twisted, I got pussy on the regular, but that was as far as the shit went.

Bitches didn’t even know where I lived because I only fucked in hotels.

I didn’t trust many, so my house was off limits.

Or it was because I couldn’t have the woman who really held my heart pumping outside my chest, but I digress.

“How the fuck we know you ain’t the snake?” I knew Hellcat wasn’t finished. This nigga was gon’ make me run in his shit.

“The fuck I look like a snake for when I helped your father expand to shit, he has now, all the way down to your asses.”

That last part slipped out, but they were interrogating me like I was in the fucking police station.

“Nigga, what the fuck you mean us? What the fuck you have to do with us?” Hellcat was barking up the wrong fucking tree, but I was about to give him something to fucking think about for a while.

I pulled a blunt from my pocket because I made my own shit.

I lit the tip and inhaled the smoke. “Me and your father went into this business before you all were born. I don’t like the limelight, so I stay out the fucking way.

Athena? I introduced them. Your father is my best fucking friend, and I don’t have to explain shit to y’all.

Hellcat, you need to calm the fuck down before furniture starts moving in this bitch.

And show some fucking respect. I’m the only uncle yo’ ass got.

” I told him some honesty, “I would give my fucking life for this family, so stop fucking testing my gangsta like I won’t fuck you up,” I said, and he stood to his feet like he wanted smoke.

“Nigga, you want smoke?” he asked me, and I laughed.

I had a fucking black belt and was trained by the best.

“Man, y’all chill. Now is not the fucking time,” Calliope said.

“Put yo’ fucking knives down, nigga, and square fairly,” I told him.

He came out of his jacket, which I knew held his knives.

“So, you really trying to fight, huh?” Hellcat said as I took my vest off.

No words needed to be spoken after that.

I took my gun out of my back and set it on the end table.

Calliope pulled the table out of the way, but this shit was gon’ be quick and easy.

I wanted to check on Jaci before I went back home to pack some shit.

My lips twisted into a sinister smile, and he knew what was up.

He swung the first lick, and it actually landed.

His closed hand crashed into my jaw, but I ain’t feel that shit.

He hit like a bitch. I could be a ruthless motherfucker and kill his ass with my bare hands, but this was my nephew who was trying to fight me, and I was twice his size.

Standing at 6’4” and weighing a solid 280, Hellcat's lil ass was no match for me.

Calliope knew not to jump into this fight.

I grabbed his ass in a headlock with his back to me in a chokehold.

From the side, I could see Calliope getting up.

“Nigga, sit the fuck down or you gon’ be next,” I snapped, and he sat down. Not in a scary way, but he knew better. It was about respect. I was about to put this nigga to sleep. He talked too fucking much. His ass needed to calm down. His hands clawed at my forearm to let him go, but I refused.

“Man, let me fucking go. You lucky I don’t have my fucking blade.” His breath was hitched and sluggish. His ass could barely breathe, and that’s just the way I wanted it. He wanted to be a big dawg so fucking bad, but he was just a fucking puppy.

“Nigga, if you had that fucking blade, you wouldn’t cut me. I see straight through yo’ ass,” I growled, pushing him away from me. I straightened my shirt. “You need to exercise more, nigga. Breathing like a fucking dragon,” I told him, adding fuel to the already lit fire.

He was quick to grab his knife from the table. I wasn’t worried about grabbing my gun because I knew the nigga wasn’t gon’ do shit with it.

“Let me get out this bitch before I fuck around and decapitate this nigga, and Melph will be even more mad at me for having a hot head.” He pulled his jacket on and went to the door.

“Nigga, if you wanted to kill me, you would have. Just make sure you be here tomorrow to take your sister shopping. I know she is counting on it, and yo’ ass better not be late.” I swiped the blood with the back of my hand because that nigga busted my lip. That wasn’t shit.