It was Sunday. Family day. There was no slinging on the Lord’s day. Niggas took a personal day on the Sabbath, so Meek knew not to take it to the block with this. Ahmeek pulled up to Beans’s home where his girlfriend, Tammy, lived with their two kids. He didn’t give a fuck. Beans had taken it to Mo’s safe place, so Meek was reciprocating. Couldn’t be the bigger person with a shooter like Beans. Keep that same energy as fuck. He pulled into the driveway and hopped out.

“Yo, Meek! What’s up? Can I wash your wheels, man? You only got to pay me five bucks! I’ll give you a discount!”

Meek smirked as he slapped hands with Beans’s twelve-year-old son.

“Yeah, hit them rims for me, playboy, and we don’t give niggas discounts ’round these parts. You know better. What I tell you about that?” he asked.

“My price is my price,” the kid answered.

Meek peeled out a band of money and handed the kid a twenty. “Your pops in there?” Meek asked.

“Nah, he out back with my mama,” the kid said.

Ahmeek rounded the house. The shadows of the overgrown bushes cooled the temperature, but he was still on fire. His temper was like a raging fire. Only one thing would douse it. Get back.

He pulled up on Beans and Tammy like he was invited.

“Heyyy, Meek!” Tammy greeted, seeing him first.

“What up, sis?” he answered.

Beans’s face fell as he sat up straight in the lawn chair and put the Heineken he was sipping onto the glass patio table.

“You smelling good, boy. What’s that you wearing?” Tammy asked.

It never failed. Women just loved him. They could be standing right next to their man and would still find ways to let Meek know that he could get it if he wanted it. He didn’t want it. Tammy was pretty as hell, but that pussy had been run down back in the day.

Meek gave her a kiss to one cheek and a friendly hug. “Nothing special,” he answered. His conversation was normal, but his eyes were lethal, and they may as well have been crosshairs. He had them trained on Beans. Tension filled the air.

“Yo, baby, go season that meat so I can get this grill started,” Beans instructed.

“Okay. Meek, you want anything? A beer or something?” Tammy offered.

“I’m good, sis. Thanks,” he said. He pulled out a chair and sat silently across from Beans until Tammy dismissed herself.

“Yo, bruh, just to let you know, the burner sitting in my lap. A nigga ain’t got no problem pulling the trigger,” Beans informed.