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those precious cousins of yours.”
     
     
    Randy was leaned back in a chair in his backyard, smoking trees. It was the only seat in his house. He had packed and moved everything else into his new place across town. Why? Because the nigga had beef of the worst kind.
    He pulled on the sweet smoke and it rolled up the back of his mouth and out into the air. It was cold as a mothafucka outside, but he didn’t mind. Not only was one of his stash houses hit, leaving him with virtually no inventory, he had reason to believe that Slade and his brothers, along with his father, Willie Gregory, were to blame.
    His heart told him not to call his father, but he needed to know if there was a possibility that they could make things right before things turned deadly. Besides, half of the reason his stash was robbed was his fault.
    When Willie left the DC-based drug operation he started in his son’s hands after being imprisoned, he was confident that Randy would turn it back over to him when he came home. Instead, Randy gave him a package, a small area, and a small team to run it. He was learning it was a big mistake.
    He removed his cell phone from his pocket and dialed his father’s number. It didn’t take long for him to answer. “Dad, can I talk to you?”
    “It depends on what we rapping about.” His voice was strong and confident, and Randy knew he had everything to do with the robbery.
    Trying to maintain his calm, he pulled again on the loud he was smoking. “What you mean?”
    “Did you put a bounty on my head for fifty thousand dollars?” he asked. “After everything I did for you?”
    Sure, Randy put the bounty on his head. When he learned that his stash houses were robbed, Willie was the first person he thought of. Why? Because some of Randy’s men were still loyal to Willie and undoubtedly turned against him. So the question was not if he put a hit on his father’s head, but who told? “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Sure you do. But just so you know, the bounty is reversed. The only difference is I’m paying one hundred thousand for your head. You see, son, you’re worth much more to me dead. Rest easy, because you won’t have too many peaceful nights left.”
    Randy stood up and the blunt fell out of his hand. If he knew one thing, it was that money motivated men to do some evil things. “So I guess we have nothing else to discuss?”
    Willie responded by hanging up.
    Randy stuffed his phone into his pocket and paced the ground. He didn’t understand what was happening and why all of a sudden. He wanted to blame somebody, anybody, but the finger kept pointing in his direction. With his mother dead, he lost the only relative he had left in the world.
    When Victor, aka The Vet, and Andrew, aka Lollipop, walked out back, he welcomed the interruption of his thoughts. He was hoping to get some good news.
    “Sorry to bother you, Ran. Musty let us in and told us you were out back,” Lollipop said.
    Musty took Tornado’s place as his bodyguard after Slade beat him to death with his bare hands in Farah’s hallway. Musty was larger, stronger, and didn’t speak much unless Randy told him to. He did a bang-up job of keeping the boss safe, and Randy could rest a little easier when he was in the building. So, without a doubt, although they both were on his squad, neither The Vet nor Lollipop would be inside his home unless Randy gave Musty the okay.
    “You not bothering me,” Randy told them. “Unless you not telling me what I want to hear. Where is the boy?” He scanned them, waiting for an answer. A bud from the loud he was smoking rolled across his tongue and he spit it out.
    The Vet examined Lollipop and waited for a response too. He was the only person who could answer the question truthfully. Everyone else would be speculating because he was the last one with eyes on him.
    After his stash houses were robbed, Randy put his goons out on the Baker Boys. The only one who could be located was Audio, and