Chapter FourA few days later
At G-momma’s funeral Pavielle wore a stone face, but his eyes were glassy and pink, tears falling beneath them. During the repast, he called Gouch into the backyard away from everyone’s ears. The oldest of The Hood brothers watched as his sibling paced the ground back and forth like a caged cheetah. Suddenly, he stopped his stride and turned around to face him.
“I want Supa, Nike, Taco and that nigga Nightmare dead, you hear me? Dead, Gucci.” Pavielle stared his brother in the face with a pair of pink, moist eyes, tears sprawling down his cheeks. “Call old girl, I want her on homie. I want her on him and I want her on him now.”
Gouch nodded and said, “I got chu, I got this.” He pounded his fist to his chest, wearing a dead serious expression smeared across h
