Huey looks up, and digs in his pocket, pulling out his phone.

"I have to go." He says, getting up. Harmony and Riley looks up.

"Where are you going?" Harmony asks, getting up. Riley leans back into the sofa and sighs.

"I have to handle some business." He says, and Riley nods.

"Need any backup?" Riley asks, and Harmony frowns.

"You aren't gonna get hurt or anything?"

"No. I'm fine." He says, and Harmony crosses her arms.

"I don't know about this Huey." She says, and Huey turns back to her, an eyebrow raised.

"I've been doing this longer than you think. I'm just meeting with Caesar. He may have some information for us."

"Caesar?"

"He's the leader of the Brotherhood." Riley says and Harmony's frown deepens.

"I wanna come with you. I don't think it's safe to go alone." She says, and looks at Riley. "Don't you agree?" Riley shrugs and sighs.

"Huey has a point, Harmony. He's been doing this longer than you even thought about it. We both have. But, Huey, it would be a bit smarter if you at least brought another nigga with you. That's what Caesar would do." Riley says and Huey nods.

"Alright. If it'll ease the princess's mind." He says, and Harmony smiles and plops down next to Riley.

"It will." She says, a smirk on her face.

Caesar looks at him, his arms crossed. "You think I sold to them?" he asks.

"It's a thought. Maybe, one of yours unknowingly sold. Who knows."

"So you'd pin the blame on us rather than on your enemies?"

"Demons don't sell heroin." Riley says, taking a step closer. He'd rather be at home with Harmony, but Huey refused to take anyone except for him. Damn Huey and his distrust of everyone. "Weed? Yes, and if they get their hands on some crack, but I know they don't got that heavy shit. But, y'all…"

Caesar frowns. "So it's me. There's not one possibility that those niggas stepped their shit up and-"

"How? When they just got fucked over by y'all?" Riley asks, growing angry. "You keep playin with us nigga, I wil-"

"Riley." Huey says, silencing his younger brother. Riley frowns and crosses his arms. "You have a week to stop selling to the Jackson family."

"And if I don't?" Caesar asks, crossing his arms. Riley smirks, pulling the gun out of his pants. He points it at his head.

"You dead nigga." Riley says, pretending to shoot him, a smirk on his face. He then turns around, waving his gun around as he exits the building, Huey following after him. Caesar frowns, cursing the two under his breath. The one time he didn't think to bring his gun, they turn their back on him. If only he could just kill those two.

He would, if he could. The truce they had was much too important. Huey and Riley didn't just have their people kill, like the others and he did. Huey made sure that not only he was strong, but both his brother and his people. It was hard work, but it pays off, especially when going after others.

The only reason why Huey won against him, Michael Caesar, was because Huey himself went against him and and ambushed him, putting a gun to Caesar's head and forced him to surrender.

It was the most shameful thing he's ever done. But in the end, it wasn't too bad. It was actually the right move. And he didn't want to die. He grits his teeth. Fuck those Freeman brothers.

"So, everything's good, right?" Harmony asks, and Riley nods.

"We're still working on a lead, but yeah, we're good."

"M-maybe we could…" Harmony starts, biting the tip of her finger.

"We could?" Huey asks, walking into the living room, a book in hand.

"I don't know. I'm not good at this." Harmony sas, and Riley snickers.

"We know. I mean, you shot Corey in the face. That wasn't apart of any plan."

Harmony frowns, glaring at Riley. "He deserved it."

"He was our main lead." Huey says, and she looks down, sighing.

"Whatever." She mutters. "We can just kill them all." Riley turns and looks at her, his eyes wide.

"Wow. Didn't expect that one."

Huey also looks up an eyebrow raised, and she looks at them. "I mean, they are our rivals. So we can just take care of all of them, ridding ourselves of competition and I get my revenge." She says, looking at her hands. "Just a suggestion."

"Well, it would be a win-win for us." Riley mutters. "But then we'd be out of competition, and that's the reason why I did this shit!"

"And we'd be committing mass murder." Huey says, looking at his book.

"Well, a couple of people dying is fine, but a whole group is just terrible!" Harmony says, sarcasm in her voice.

"Exactly." Huey says, and Harmony narrows her eyes.

"You guys are so weird." She says, shaking her head.

"They are called morals." Huey says, flipping through the pages.

"I thought gang members had to rid themselves of morals."

"We aren't just common gang members, Harmony." Riley says, turning to face her. "We are the shit."

"Yeah, well, I just assumed as how you guys do most of the dirty work, and you kill people and all, you wouldn't be appalled at the thought of killing a gang."

"It's not just 'killing a gang', it's killing the whole gang. Half of those niggas are under thirteen." Riley says.

"Oh…" She mutters.

"And not only are they just young, it's still an unnecessary killing of people. We don't mind the competition, only those who get out of lines."

"A-and what about those little battles you guys were talking about? Like, how the Demons and the Brotherhood just went up against one."

"We destroy their shit and take their profit." Riley says. "Us particularly, don't kill everyone around, just shoot a couple bullets to the sky, making them scatter, but if they wanna fight, they can get one. We were working on one, but…"

"Your brother died." Huey says bluntly and she nods.

"Was he like, your best seller or something?"

"We don't pick favorites." Huey says. "But he was good at what he did."

"Thank you." She says, looking down.