"Man, what you think they talking about back there?" Junior chimed in as his forehead began to perspire.
Carter was looking at him puzzled as ever, while Junior looked high as a kite with lips as white as snow. Carter got instantly hot by Junior's presentation. "Man, what the fuck is wrong wit' you, nigga? You on that shit?"
Carter's eyes grew wide, filled with wonder. "Man, tell me you ain't on that shit!" He cut his eyes toward Junior and leaned his head close to his shoulder. He was definitely testing him then, invading another man's personal space. Carter felt like beating Junior gruesomely with the butt of his gun.
He lifted his chin toward Junior and looked him straight in the eyes. "Nigga, you betta be cool. You fuck this shit up for us, I'm going to kill you myself. I promise."
"Man, what the fuck you think they talking about? Fuck what I'm on. I'm alert and ready to shoot these fuck boys."
This time, one of Frankie's boys heard Junior's words. "Don't matter what the boss is talking about. You just be cool, boy."
"Boy!" Carter jumped in, feeling froggy. He didn't want Junior to think he was protecting him at all. It was just as if Frankie's clan had disrespected him personally. Since he was standing alongside Junior with the same color skin, the term "boy" didn't sit well with him.
"You better tell your boy to calm down," the second of the two flunkies on Frankie's team announced, raising his gun.
Carter immediately started in ready to pounce. He was loud and obnoxious at this point. "Fall back!"
"Naw, fuck this nigga! Let's pop his ass right here. Right now. I'm tellin' you, something is not right. They plottin' on us." Junior was fucking sweating so hard now there were puddles of water beneath his feet.
It made Carter nervous as shit. A man addicted to drugs with a damn gun was reason enough for Carter to shoot him, not to mention Frankie's boys were getting irritated as well.
One of Frankie goons cocked back his weapon and demanded that Carter and Junior drop their weapons. Carter looked down at his gun, then back at his adversary.
"Naw, I'm good. I'm not putting shit down."
Junior grew very unstable from the demand to drop his weapon. A'Marionn and Frankie finally came banging out of the back office nearly fumbling over each other to find out what all the fuss was about.
"Girls, girls, you're all pretty," Frankie shouted, clapping his hands to restore order. "What's the problem here? Don't you all like money?"
Carter stood with his gun drawn. He didn't trust the men in front of him or the one standing next to him. All he could think to do was shoot first and ask questions later.
"What y'all talk about back there? I already know all about it. You think you just gon' kill me. You want to kill me? You got anotha think comin'!" Junior was obviously having some sort of paranoid attack. He waved his gun around, demanding the money and drugs, as if his intention was to rob Frankie.
A'Marionn stepped in front of Junior and placed his hands on Junior's biceps. "Have you fucking lost your mind? I don't know what the fuck you're doing, or, better yet, what drug of choice you're on, but for one, it bet not be ma shit, and two, it bet not be the kind I deal with," A'Marionn said once he noticed how red and wide-eyed Junior was.
"You on that shit?" A'Marionn asked, biting the hell out of his bottom lip. He wanted to kill Junior. It wasn't a good look claiming to be transporters of drugs and money, and you are a fucking addict.
A'Marionn shook Junior's shoulders and leaned in close to whisper something in his ear. It looked like a scene from The Godfather or something.
Junior wasn't stable, and he knew it. A'Marionn asked Junior to just lower his weapon and chill out until the deal was made. Only, after A'Marionn's warning, it further irritated and heightened Junior's paranoia.
Junior pushed past A'Marionn and pulled his weapon.
Shocked and dismayed, A'Marionn immediately started in. "Junior, what the fuck you doin', man?" Junior spoke in action and fired three shots in A'Marionn's direction. A'Marionn was hit twice and knocked down.
Carter chimed right in, shooting Junior six times at close range. Carter was ready to fire away, gearing up to take out Frankie and his clan. Only Carter had solved the main issue by omitting Junior from the equation. The fucked-up part in this was that he could have omitted A'Marionn as well.
"Frankie! Frankie! A'Marionn's hit. We gotta get help." Carter yelled.