Blood, Sweat and Payback by Wahida Clark

Author:Wahida Clark
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cash Money Content

Part II

The Beginning

Chapter Eleven

Briggen stepped into the light of the April sun to feel the free shine. The sun never felt so good on his face. Not only was he free, but he was free on his own terms, having put together the plan and having it executed to perfection. That thought made him feel that he could take over the world.

“What up, big bruh?” Mo’Betta greeted, climbing out of his Cadillac XTS. Since Briggen was out, the first thing on his agenda was to upgrade to a newer model.

He gave Briggen a gangsta hug. “What up, though, Mo’? It’s good to meet you in the flesh,” Briggen returned.

“Fo ‘sho’.”

Briggen looked at the young boy, mentally assessing him. He reminded Briggen of Forever in a lot of ways.

“Ay, yo, you did good. Real talk. And now that I’m home, I’ma show you how to get real money,” Briggen promised.

“I’m wit’ you, big bruh. I’m wit’ you.”

“Let’s get outta here. I need to go see my lawyer.”

They drove across town to Rudy’s office. As they drove, Mo’ broke down the situation with Dark and the shootout with him and who he thought was Dark’s people.

Briggen listened in silence. He definitely wanted to fuck with Mo’Betta. He needed a strong right hand. But he wasn’t trying to inherit any beef, even though he already had his own beef with Dark and Nick. Briggen knew he wasn’t in any position to go to war, but once he got his ones and guns right, he would serve Dark and Nick with some much needed and deserved payback!

“Check it, though, dawg. I know losin’ your cousin Rob fucked you up, but we play this game with our heads, not with our hearts, feel me?” Briggen gemmed him.

“No doubt, but—”

“Everything after but is bullshit. This same nigga killed my brother, so if anybody wanna eat him, it’s me. But you can’t underestimate this nigga, ’cause you see what happens when you do,” Briggen remarked, reminding him of how the shootout caught him by surprise.

Mo’Betta didn’t respond, so Briggen knew he was listening.

“Be clear, maine. This nigga gonna die. That, I promise you. But we gotta be ready, get our gwap up, and we move. We move hard, you wit’ me?”

Mo’Betta reluctantly nodded. He was the type to want to shoot on sight, hit innocents, raise the murder rate, and make shit hot whether or not he got his man. In other words, he was an emotional nigga, the game’s worst enemy.

“No doubt, big bruh, no doubt.”

Briggen nodded and sat back.

When they got to Rudy’s office, the secretary let them right in. Rudy was on the phone when they came in, but once he saw them he said, “Listen, I need to handle something. I’ll talk to you later.” Then he hung up.

He rose, came around the desk, and embraced Briggen like a brother. “Welcome home, Calvin. Welcome home.”

“Thank you, it definitely feels good,” Briggen answered, then added, “Rudy, this is my man, Mo’Betta. Mo’, this is Rudy Harrington.

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