Am I My Brother's Keeper

6. Cane's Story (Part 2)

Cane's POV

I light a blunt as I try to erase the look of anger on my brother's face from my memory. He and I have been through a lot together. But I never seen him look at me the way he did in that elevator.

Maybe I was wrong for not believing him when he said that bitch Savvy drugged him. It's just that Savvy used to be one of my runners. I've put a quarter million dollars in the back of her trunk to take to Mexico and she never took a thing from me. That's why when she hit the jackpot and married that rich ass white man, I let her go without a hassle. She was loyal before. And she knows harming my brother could, easily, be the reason she loses her life.

So why would she ever think to do that?
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I call Spencer's phone and it goes straight to voicemail. "Yo bro, we need to talk! I shouldn't have went against you earlier. I'm going to check into that shit you were saying in the elevator. Don't worry. I got you. I always do."

I hang up and decide to head to the strip club on this side of town to relieve some, unwanted, stress.

I usually ride around with a crowd, but being alone seems more fitting right now.

I park and hop out before approaching a guy I know from around the way.

"Big C, welcome back! It's been forever since you been out here!" The bouncer says as we shake hands.

"Y'all look like y'all need my money. Looks slow as hell out here, for real." I say as I check the empty line.

"Yeah, it is! But we got some ballers in there for sure!" He tells me.

"Ballers?"

"Yeah, the old head from the Giants! You know em', right? He fucks with your brother. Like an agent or some shit!" The bouncer says carelessly and I know he's referring to Lance.

"Man, you gave me the name to one washed ass football player. That ain't no baller. He's living off my brother's commission." I joke.

He laughs. "True! But the homie Savv is in there too. Sis ain't just making it rain no more. She got a tsunami in that bitch!"

"What?" I ask.

"Yeah, they rolled in here together less than an hour ago. Guess that NFL money is long after all!"

"What you mean? Are they like a couple?" I ask curiously.

"I don't know. Seems more like business fuck friends or something." He answers nonchalantly.

"Business?" I question.

"They got some bottles, good food, some pills and papers with them. I don't know. Seems like business to me." He answers.

"Pills? What type of pills?"

"Look, why you care? They're not stepping on shit you do in the city. You sell coke and weed! I ain't trying to start no beef between y'all!"

"I know what the fuck I do!" I say as I step directly in his face. "And I know what the fuck you do. You watch the door and run your fat ass mouth. And that's why tonight, you're rolling with me."

"Wait, Cane! I can't lose this job. I'm on probation." He tries to tell me, but I tap my waistline with a shiny silver gun strapped down to it.