CHAPTER THIRTEENEpic pulled up in front of Lil’ Joe’s house and threw the Chevy into park. He took the blunt that he was smoking before they went to Pain’s house from between his lips and blew out a cloud of smoke. He then turned to Lil’ Joe. That mothafucka was laid back in the seat, looking half dead and s**t.
“We at cho spot, home boy,” Epic told him and then took another pull from his blunt. When Lil’ Joe didn’t respond, he called his name several more times, but he still didn’t reply. After this, Epic tapped his bleezy above the ashtray, dumping grayish black ashes. Once he had done this, the head of it was glowing ember, smoke wafting from it. Smiling fiendishly once again, he pressed the ember into Lil’ Joe’s cheek. When ember met flesh, it sizzled, and he winced, smacking his hand
