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I heard Reggie reply as if he wasn’t backing down. “And everybody in this motherfucker heard me. So now you need to do some talking.”
    “ Damian!” I yelled through the phone. But it became very apparent that he didn’t hear me.
    “ Reggie, you know you wrong man. I don’t know where the fuck this shit is coming from, but you know what you’re saying ain’t right and I don’t appreciate you disrespecting me like that,” Damian said in a moderate but sharp tone.
    “ Oh. so now you’re feeling disrespected?” I heard my brother say in a sarcastic manner. Then he laughed. “Nigga, I’m the one getting disrespected here because I believe that your homeboy over there knows who robbed my motherfucking sister and killed one of my best men.”
    “ Look, I can’t speak for that man over there, but I do know that I had nothing to do with that shit that happened earlier. And for you to insinuate that I would put Naomi in harm’s way isn’t cool. You know I ain’t that type of nigga Reggie. Damn, you and I have been boys all our fucking lives and Lil Sis has been like a sister to me.”
    Before Reggie could respond someone began to knock on the door at the apartment they were in. “Who is it?” I heard Reggie roar. But I couldn’t hear the person’s voice behind the door. I was having major difficulty hearing, so I waited to see what was about to happen next. And then three seconds later, I heard a man say, “Hey the police is back out here.”
    “ How many is it?” Reggie asked.
    “ Just two,” I heard the guy say.
    “ Where they at?” Reggie responded.
    “ They on foot and they walking around outside harassing some of them young boys who live in the other towers. Wait, hold on,” the guy said and then the phone fell silent. “Gee just said they followed that nigga, Tony, into the second tower.”
    “ A’ight, let’s move before they come back out,” I heard Reggie say. Then Damian’s phone went dead. I didn’t get a hello, goodbye or nothing. So I immediately pressed the send button again, but his voicemail came on after the first ring.
    “ Shit!” I spat and pressed the end button. Then I pressed the send again. And once again his fucking voicemail came on.
    Frustrated beyond words, I tried my luck and decided to call my brother back. The phone rang three times before he finally answered. I found myself sighing all over again. “Reggie, what the fuck is going on?” I screamed through the phone. I wasn’t happy by his performance in front of all those lame ass niggas he had working for us. It wasn’t a good look for our operation. It didn’t show cohesiveness. We were their leaders, Damian included, and you never allowed the peons to see any weakness amongst those in management. It was Business 101. The business venue didn’t matter—it could be a ten million dollar car company or a ten million dollar drug, for the most part the same business principles applied. Only, when we got fucked, people died. That was our termination plan.
    “ Look, Naomi, I can’t talk right now. I’m trying to get out of this building before we get spotted,” he said to me. I could tell by the acoustics that he was in the stairwell trying to get down to the first floor.
    “ Reggie, we need to talk,” I said immediately before he hung up on me. “I heard everything you said to Damian and that was some foul shit and not a good look, especially in front of those guys out there.”
    “ Look, I got everything under control,” he told me and then he hung up on me. I knew his ass would do that. I was glad I got in what I did before he hung up. Hopefully it made his ass think before overreacting.
    But I was still left speechless and helpless. What was really frustrating was that I couldn’t do shit about it. Reggie said what he had to say to Damian. Damian said what he had to say back and I couldn’t get a word in otherwise. That’s not how I liked for things to be. I hated it when I couldn’t control