Chapter Nine
Don Juan rode in the back of a limousine with Lil’ Stan and his baby boy. He picked up a glass and dropped several cubes of ice into it. After picking up a bottle of Louie XIII and filling the glass, he sat the bottle aside and tilted the glass to his lips.
“You still haven’t heard from that nigga Juvie?” Don Juan asked Lil’ Stan.
“Hell naw, I’ve been blowing that fool up. He still hasn’t hit me back.” He frowned as a thought crossed his mind. “You think that nigga Tiaz caught up with ‘em?”
Urrrrrrrk! Craaashh! The impact of the crash caused the Trap God to spill the liquor into his lap, making him glad to be wearing black.
“What the f**k?” He looked down at the water mark on the crotch of his slacks. He sat up where he was perched and Lil’ Stan did, too.
“Hell was that?
