KingPin

Two

     "No, fuck no," He didn't need the whole plan before he was ready to back out, they'd already lost him. "Fuck that, I fucking hate that nigga. He not the only plug in the city." Christian was ready to hear plan B, casually taking out his opponents in the game while listening to them in the background.

     "Nigga, look around. Every nigga moving his shit, he kinda' is, bro." Pierre contested, setting his own controller down as he tried to get Christian on board.

     No one knew how or why the sibling rivalry between Christian and his brother was the way it'd been. They were close in age, although Cortez was 2 years older. You could say they did grow up close, even though once they got older Cortez started finding his own lane.

     He was already older, and when he started hanging out with a crowd even older than him, things just wasn't the same. All the trouble he'd gotten in, all the money the family spent getting him out of it.. their dad thought cutting him off from the family would bring him to his senses, only it made the streets embrace him more.

     If you'd ask him, Cortez would say the streets been more of a family to him than his biological family, since the streets never turned a cold shoulder towards him. As far as his relationship with his younger brother Christian goes, simply put, all wars had their casualties.

     "Bro look," Pierre pulled a few 20s and loose bills he found in every single pants pocket and car armrest, altogether it still didn't break $100. "Between us three, this all I got. And unless you niggas got $2400 in y'all shit, we don't got time to sit and play. We need to move, fast. And how crazy is it yo' brother the one nigga who could make some shit happen for us like that." 

     Ant could see Pierre's desperate bit wasn't getting to Christian at all. For whatever reason, Christian and Cortez hated each other. But Ant knew they didn't have time for a family counseling session for the two to get back on good terms again into for this plug.

     "Chris, look. If Pierre could talk to him, he would. Shit, if I could talk to him, I would. But we can't get past the nigga's with they shit tucked at the front door without you. We just need you to get us in the doors. Nobody asking you to rekindle shit with the nigga."  Minimizing Christians role temporarily may seem deceitful, but Ant didn't have a choice. 

     Hearing him out, finally Christian began nodding with some sort of confirmation he was game. "A'ight. I can get us in, but I'm not fucking with that nigga after that."

     "Shit, say less. Leave the rest to us, nigga." Pierre dramatically had his hand over his chest, hyped a plan was finally coming into play.

     But Ant knew securing a plug was only a small part. They still needed to figure out how they'd sell through everything before Sunday, especially while still trying to keep the restaurant going on their normal shifts.

     "A'ight so we get in with 'Tez, cool. But how the fuck we gon' move that shit?" Ant voiced his thoughts outloud.

     Pierre started twisting the back of his hair, not having thought about it that far out. "I mean, we could make it work at the joint. Maybe come up with a secret menu or sumn'." Pierre threw in the air the first idea that came to mind.

     Christian was on board, his face lighting up as he saw how it could work. Ant wasn't sold on it yet, though. "Nah, that's way too hot nigga. Unless y'all tryna' pay a bondsman instead of Rod, we not letting none of this shit touch that place, ever."

     There's this silence that falls between the three, you can almost hear the electricity powering up their collective thinking caps. When it came to selling drugs, people had their ways of getting around.

     Of course there was the good ol' corners that were either already someone else's territory and if not then that means they were laced with feds. Either way, corners were the riskiest. 

It probably wouldn't have been too hard to get back in touch with the same crowd they used to sell weed to back in high school, but honestly they only were able to sell so much to them was because everyone were teenagers who didn't know $35 for an eight of mid weed is a finesse.

     Besides, Ant felt if they were going to be back doing this for only this week, they really just needed one good night or two of dumping everything they had. They needed to target a specific group.

    "We need a party or something. Somewhere loud, a crowd we can just blend into. We could make it all back if we just had one night."

     Pierre nodded, knowing if they could pull off making the money in one night, they'd be back sleeping peacefully by Saturday. "Shit, 'Mani mentioned this function earlier. I can get the addy from her and we just go from there."

     "Bet, shit just might be the move." Ant and Pierre slapped hands, happy they were finally getting somewhere. "We just gotta' get through this shit." They both looked towards Christian, who they knew was onboard with just about everything but the Cortez part.

     Christian nodded, his arm stretched out to confirm his role with them. No matter what, they were in it together now. With the three of them staying solid, nothing could form against them.