Family Business 7 by Carl Weber

Author:Carl Weber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2024-07-10T00:00:00+00:00

The last person I thought I’d ever be standing with in Jean’s foyer was right beside me. I was watching Skunk like a hawk to make sure he didn’t go scurrying off. He was the kinda guy who would make a dumb-ass decision like that, trying to snoop around the LeBlanc household. Prince and Kendall seemed to be watching him also as we waited for Jean to make his way downstairs.

There were a few things I did at the ball that I probably shouldn’t have. What could I say? My temper and liquor don’t mix, and I wasn’t going to apologize for it. But I knew Jean would eventually hear about the shit that went down, and that wouldn’t be good for me. He hated anything public that brought negative attention his way. I hoped that bringing Skunk’s news to him would make all that other stuff insignificant.

Of course, that depended on whether Skunk recounted everything he’d said last night exactly how he told me, and it had better be the truth. He wasn’t exactly the trustworthy type, and he wouldn’t be the first motherfucka trying to lie to get a reward.

“Bruh, how do you know this squealy motherfucka knows anything?” Prince asked me, mean-mugging Skunk.

“I don’t. That’s what we’re gonna find out,” I told him just as Jean came bounding down the steps.

After Jean left the ball the night before, I couldn’t imagine things had gone well between him and the missus. Jean was wearing a frown on his face that only got deeper when he saw Skunk sullying up his foyer.

He looked at me. “There better be a good fucking reason for him to be here.”

“I wouldn’t have brought him here if it wasn’t,” I said and nudged Skunk forward. “Tell him, Skunk.”

“Damn, I don’t get no breakfast in this nice-ass house?” he asked seriously. “I know there’s a cook in here somewhere.”

My reflexes were faster than my thought process. I backhanded him, busting his lip and sending droplets of blood to the floor.

“You think this is a game? I said tell him!”

“Fine, fine! I see y’all ain’t morning people around this motherfucka.” Skunk angrily wiped the blood from his lip. He looked at Jean. “I know for a fact your brother wasn’t killed by no gator.”

“Explain,” Jean said, his interest piqued.

“He wasn’t ate up by no gator. He was shot.”

“And who shot him?”

“I don’t know who exactly killed him . . .” Skunk said.

Jean flexed his fists, making Skunk talk faster.

“But I do know where he died and who carried the body out.”

I shoved him again.

“This ain’t no cliffhanger to no movie, motherfucka. Tell him who.”

“What about my money?” Skunk asked.

“You’ll get your money,” Jean promised right before his eyes got dark. “But if you don’t tell me what I want to know, there will be hell to pay for wasting my time.”

Skunk swallowed and looked around at all the menacing eyes on him. Finally, he leaned in toward Jean. “Get this,” he said. “The night Pierre

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