Chapter 116

Cephus’ POV

Earlier

“I knowwho the fuck you are,” Beau mumbles through his swollen, blood–stained lips.

“Then why the fuck are you here?”

“I’m not dealing if that’s what bothers you,” he says, desperation beaming in his voice.

“Color me unimpressed. I don’t care whether you’re dealing or not. You won’t fuck with my women or threaten me.

You’re lucky you’re still alive––I’ve told you that already. But your luck won’t last forever. Do you know why people like you never work for me? Because they can’t get anything done.

They always get caught up in some shit. Like you, motherfucker,” I say, washing my hands in the...