An Urban Novel | Respect, Loyalty and the Streets Collide
E-Book, Englisch, 242 Seiten
ISBN: 978-1-66783-427-6
Verlag: Michael Hendricks
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)
Autoren/Hrsg.
Weitere Infos & Material
Chapter 2 After meeting Diva and explaining shit to Pat, now I get to get rid of Lil Puss’ destructive ass. I hear the shower going so I know Pat is up I look down at Lil Puss. She looks so beautiful and peaceful but as soon as she wakes up…… “Lil Puss” I whisper trying to wake her up gently. “Hmmm?” she responds sleepily with her eyes still closed. “Wake up momma we need to talk!” I don’t know if it was the tone I used or what. But whatever it was her eyes snapped open and I see the fire burning in her eyes. Good thing I had Pat move her shit. “Talk about what?” She asked, becoming fully awake. She sat up in the bed wearing only panties no bra. I hear the shower cut off Pat’s finished. Good. “About us and what we doing to each other!” “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, scowling. Lil Puss is small. She’s like a super Ghetto Jada Pinkett Smith. Her light brown eyes got a Chinese like slant. She’s small but she’s a tornado when provoked. I know shit’s coming next. I really don’t want to deal with her right now. But I need to. I’m trying to gather my emotions, choose my words carefully. “Nigga, what’s that supposed to mean?” “Lil Puss you know I love you,” I begin calmly. “But shit ain’t right with us.” I look her in her eyes. “When shit fucked up you go from me to Bo. Then you want to leave when shit don’t go your way. I just got out of jail because of some bullshit with us.” She looks me in the eye. “Nigga, we gone talk this out and we gone be good!” she responds. Wrong answer! “Naw Lil Puss we're done, we got to end this chapter lil momma!” Pat comes out of the bathroom and we lock eyes. He goes straight for the door. Coward!! “You got me fucked up nigga!” Lil Puss yelled jumping out of the bed. Aww shit! “You ain’t goin’ nowhere. We gonna talk ‘bout this shit!” I get out the bed and began putting my clothes on before she can snatch them up. “Answer this. How’d I lose my job?” “That was not my fault!” she defends. “The fuck it wasn’t!” Now I’m getting angry. I got a weed and assault charge because this bitch wanted to fight and act a donkey. “I told them you did not touch me,” she defends again. “I don’t matter what you told them. The shit could’ve been avoided. I’m steady taking losses fucking with you. How can a nigga make money and keep money if we losing money ‘cause a nigga getting locked up!” I said; ready to be done with Lil Puss and her bullshit-ass dramatic water works. Just then Pat walks through the door. When he nods and goes back out the door I hit her with the bomb. “I want to be with somebody else!” I watch her closely while I speak. “She ‘bout her paper and she ain’t with the drama. So you can go find Bo or I can go find him for you!” Finished dressing, I turn to leave. Wham! Where the floor come from? “Oh you big dicking now?” Lil Puss, standing over me talking shit. Ain’t this a bitch. This bitch done put her hands on me again. “You just gonna try to drop me like I’m a nothing ass bitch” she raves. I pick myself off the floor, my head hurting. “See that’s what makes you nothing” I say angrily, rubbing my head.” A nothin’ ass broke down bitch would have helped me find the fucking door!!” I walked out the door but not before I hear her scream out. “Fuck you bitch ass nigga!!” I still can see her in my mind standing there topless talking shit to a closed door cause I’m gone! “That went well!” Pat joked. It would have been funny if my head wasn’t aching from where she popped a nigga. “Let’s go before she realize I left her with what I met her with,” I say to Pat while walking away. “Good idea!” Pat says following me. “You know you bleeding like a stuck pig, bro!” Pat informs me. “No shit where?” I start looking down at the robin egg blue Polo shirt I had put on. “Straight head shot! Look at the shirt!” That’s impossible because she hit me in the back of my head “Bitch!” I cursed. This bitch done drew blood. “That she is bro. You want me to call Diva?” “Naw bro. she don’t need to see a nigga like this!” I shook my head. “After all the game we done spit, let that shit marinate for a few days. If we see her or run into her then we’ll go from there!” “So what you wanna do? Sittin’ on our ass ain’t no option,” Pat stated wisely. ”We goin’ to the block or are we going to the west?” “Da west been calling my name for a couple of weeks now. It’s time to put our uniforms on and go to work. We can re-up when we run into Diva cause something tells me we gone need some bread!!” … “What time is it?” Pat asks. “10:05!” I answer. It’s dark out and we been laying in wait for something to sting. “We been ducked off for 2 good minutes bro. I think we need to change spots!” Pat said, anxious for some action. “Give it a minute or two. It’s been too quiet,” I responded, trying to calm Pat down. Patience is a virtue, but I can understand Pat's anxiousness and impatience. Usually you could count on Woodfair to produce a good lick in no time flat. But tonight was a slow night for the hoes and the johns, and we had been hidden out for about ½ an hour. Traffic was slow tonight. We had been sitting in the parking lot of the “Villa de Cancun” apartments patiently waiting for some action. The game Gods must have heard my prayer. Because just then a little black Ford Focus pulls in. “Check it out” I said needlessly, “It’s two heads in that ride?” “Looks like a female in the passenger seat!” Bingo! “You know the routine; circle and get in position.” I said coaching. “When I see her head go down and his head go back, I’m coming full speed!” “Infamous, what about the hoe?” Pat asks. “What about her? You know the target is the trick!” I glance at him making sure everything is still understood. “Okay,” Pat nods his head. “Catch and finish him quick!” “If the hoe scream, snatch the trick out and close the door!” “I’m gone!” like a ghost he disappears into the dark. I keep my eyes on the car. Before Pat gets to his spot the hoe head leaves sight. A few seconds later the dude head falls back. I take off like a rocket. As I reach the car Pat appears out of nowhere right next to me. I snatch the door open and Pat snatches the trick. The lanky black man comes out headfirst with his plants at his ankles. With practiced ease, Pat puts the man to sleep while I’m rifling through the man’s pockets. I hear Pat curse. “Ain’t this a bitch! Look who’s in the car?” I follow Pat’s eyes and I’ll be damned. “Diva?” I question frowning. “I’ll be damned, just when I thought this was gonna be a boring night!” “Finish yo job, we can talk later.” Diva putting Pat’s focus back on the business at hand. “Pat strip him,” I say, getting in position to apply pressure to the trick’s neck, because he starts to come around. “Goodnight Prince charming!” I say as I put him back out. After he’s stripped we throw the clothes into the car. I look and Diva’s already in the driver’s seat. “Where to?” she asks, pulling out of the spot where the car was parked. “Hit the creek and make a left,” I instruct. I look around and make sure no one is watching us or witnessed our caper. “It’s another set of apartments that’s half empty we can go through the car in!” We find the apartments and park. We start to go through the car like we’re...
