Gin paces back and forth in the corner while cracking his knuckles, glaring at me. “You were in charge. Low left this shit for you to handle and you said you got it. You were supposed to keep shit on the outside goin’. I’ve been handlin’ as much shit as I can, but can’t do it all.” He growls at me. Fuck him and his order. Fuck Low too. “Lost us a deal, lost us a fuck ton of money. You let that little fucker get a piece of the shipment ‘cause you were fucking slippin’ brother. You’ve been too fucked up to see it. You cost us, but I decided to let it go ‘cause with the shit you’ve been putting Lil through, didn’t wanna put more shit on her by fuckin’ you up. But not now. No fuckin’ way now I am lettin’ that shit slide, not after what you did to my sister.” He’s right, I let that little fucker get away with stealing from us, but what the fuck ever. I’ll get that piece of shit one way or another.
