“I’m telling y’all now, I’m ‘bout to be on some Charles Bronson, Death Wish type of s**t,” Brolic swore and took his 5th of Hennessy to the head. “I’ma bring it to these Italian niggaz in a real way, word to my lil’ nigga.” He crossed his heart with the hand that held the bottle of Hennessy and kissed it off to God.
“You mothafucking right,” Zonyai switched hands with his bottle of Heineken and slapped hands with him. “and I’ma be right there witchu.”
“s**t, you know I wouldn’t have it any other way, but Fasa thinks you should sit this one out though, kid.”
“What?” Zonyai forehead crinkled and he turned to Mufasa.
“I don’t know why you’re surprised, we’ve already discussed this. Nothing has changed. You and Marbella will lay low until we tighten things up here.” He took a sip of his Co
