Perfect

𝟎𝟎𝟕

𝐌𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐊𝐡𝐢 | 𝟐𝟎

Mekhi sat in a rolling chair, with Meechie and Nino on either side of him. They were all being stared at by Mekhi's father, Juan, his right hand man; Vic, and  James. The boys referred to the men as their uncles, because they grew up around them and with them.

Either way, Juan called a meeting with the boys. When the six of them were in a room, no doubt all hell was going to break loose. Juan was either just checking up and scolding, or had something serious to talk about. The boys didn't know which one, but were prepared for whatever.

Juan clenched his jaw momentarily, before looking at his son.

"What did you and yo stupid ass friends do?" Juan asked with a hint of anger on his tone. Mekhi raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?" He questioned, "We ain't do nothing."

"Which one of y'all lil niggas had an altercation with them west niggas?" Vic asked, taking a glance at all the boys.

"What west niggas, Vic? We don't have altercations with them niggas, we know them." Meech chimed in, to answer Vic's question.

"What you talking about?" Mekhi asked, now sitting up in his chair.

"D, randomly disappeared Friday. The streets say he owed yo ass two hunnid' bands. I know more than to let yo punk ass slide." Juan pointed at Mekhi, who slightly shook his head at the accusation.

"Juan you can't go around accusing people of offing niggas." Nino came to Mekhi's defense immediately.

"How youn know his big ass ain't run off with that money since that what the streets say. Them West niggas lie more than a lil and you know this shit, Juan." Meech sat up in his chair, glaring at the man.

"Nephew, back yo young ass down." James spat at Meech, who chuckled in disbelief before sitting back in his chair.

"You got yo friends talking for you now? I ain't raise you to be no punk."

"I ain't no punk. I just ain't got shit to say, I know what I did, and I know what I didn't do." Mekhi responded as calmly as possible. Messiah was the hothead of the group, most likely he would pop off before Nino and Mekhi. Mekhi always seemed laid back, sometimes he thought his father just wanted to see him riled up.

"So be real, where D at?" Juan asked, leaning on the table, not letting his eyes leave his son.

"I don't know." Mekhi shrugged in response, leaning back. Juan stood up and rubbed his temples, sighing deeply.

"How you don't know?" Vic asked, jumping in the conversation for Juan. "You had something to do with it, we know that, where he at?" Vic repeated the question. Mekhi could feel Nino and Meechie staring at him.

"Pops." Mekhi called out to his father. Juan was fuming and Mekhi could tell, his breathing pattern changed and he rubbed his hands through his head repeatedly,

"What?"

"You said two hunnid' bands. What would you do if a nigga took two hunnid' bands and didn't give it back after you warned him?" Mekhi asked, waiting for his father to answer. He knew this question would give him away completely, but he was all for the truth.

"I would've killed his ass."

"So hypothetically, the deadline came, we was on that. He wasn't there." Mekhi told his father making him look at his son and tilt his head.

"So his ass just went up and missing? Nigga you think I'm a fool?"

"Nah Juan! He telling you the nigga wasn't there when we was supposed to kill him." Meech chimed in sounding irritated.