Tristan pulled up to the warehouse to see Big John holding Spotey at gun point. "What's going on here?" He asked as he looked at the table to see a package opened. He looked back at Big John and Spotey and quickly assessed the situation. "Spote...you using?" He asked as Spotey put his head down and wouldn't look him in the eye. He shook his head and walked over to the table. "How long?" Tristan asked, picking up the product and turning to look at Spotey. "Tris.." Spotey started but Tristan cut him off. "For how long?" He asked him, walking over to where his best friend sat. "I don't know. For a while now." Spotey whispered, not able to look up for the shame that was coursing through his body. Tristan grabbed the gun from Big John and slapped Spotey with it. His face flew sideways as he spat out blood. "This is my money Alexander. And you know how much my money is important to me." Tristan said backing up and walking over to the table. He sat the product back on the table. "I'm not going to kill you. We been down too long for that. Even though I should." Tristan said as he placed the gun on the table as well. "But you ain't in this business no more. I'm taking away everything that you own and imma break your baby mama off for my nephew..but you? You get nothing." Tristan said as he packed up all of the product and placed them back in the bags. "Man come on Tris!" Spote exclaimed but Tristan said nothing as he and Big John placed the bags into the van. "Take this piece of shit and park it at your auntie car shop. Have Steelo or somebody follow you and y'all gone head and make this drop. Imma handle Spotey." Tristan gave out his orders and waited for Big John to drive off before he walked back into the warehouse. "Man I thought you weren't going to kill me!!" Spotey jumped up as he saw Tristan walk back in and grab the gun off the table. Tristan said nothing as he walked back out of the warehouse and walked to his car. "You're dead to me brother." Tristan turned to say to Spotey, who stood in the doorway and watched him. Tears dropped down his face as he realized that his best friend was now a breach in his business. He lied when he said that he wasn't going to kill him. Well, that part wasn't a lie. He wouldn't be the one to kill him, but someone definitely would.
Spotey stood there and watched Tristan drive off before going back in the warehouse and turning the table over in anger. He definitely couldn't let Tristan take everything that he worked so hard for. He made those moves, while Tris sat behind his comfy little desk and profited off of his work! He damn sure wasn't getting his hands dirty, yet he was living across town like a king. Spotey walked out of the warehouse and made his way down the long dark road, it would take him about a good hour to get back in town. Headlights flashed behind him as he walked and a red sports car pulled up beside him. "Aye Alex! You need a ride? Where your friends at?" Marco said rolling down the window. Spotey smacked his teeth and kept walking. He didn't want anything to do with Marco. Even for a ride into town. "I can give you a ride man. That's a long way you got to go." Marco said as he rolled slowly beside Spotey. He looked to the side and around making sure that no one saw him before getting into the car. "What's going on?" Marco asked as he drove off. Spotey didn't say anything as he put his seat belt on and leaned his chair back so that no one would see him in the car with the opps. What did it matter anyway? Tristan was done with him. "Alex" "my name is Spotey yo. Don't call me that." Spotey said as he closed his eyes and the events from today replayed in his head. He knew he was to blame for getting hooked on that shit, but Tristan was his brother. They had been by each other's side since they were lil thugs playing in the street. They were supposed to come up together and Tris just took everything from him because he was smoking a lil dope. He was still moving the weight and he was still making money, so what did it matter that he was getting a lil high? He ain't said shit to Keke about all of those nights that he dropped Tris off to Gypsy's raggedy ass apartment. But maybe he should. Since everything was going down like this now. He ain't have shit to lose at this point because he owned nothing now. He fucked up but he ain't fuck up like that. "What you thinking about?" Marco asked as he glanced over at Spotey. "Man leave me the fuck alone and drive. I don't know shit and I ain't telling you shit." Spotey snapped but he sat up once he saw Marco turning into the police station. "What the fuck we doing here?" He asked as he undid his seat belt and opened the door. "We just want to talk man." Marco said as he hurriedly placed the car in park. Spotey jumped out of the car and started to walk away. "Alexander!" Marco called out behind him as he walked to catch up. "Fuck you bitch!" Spotey shouted as he jumped over the gate and took off running. Marco stopped and watched him run off through the trees. He should have known that Spotey wouldn't talk to him, but it had to be worth a shot especially since he found him walking. That told him that something was going on in the group, and if he could just get to someone, they could lead him to Tristan.
