“Back the fuck up,” I growled, into the stillness of the night.
They fell apart, with their eyes wide. Sprinkle looked like hell returned her ass. Ocean didn’t look bad, but whatever she smoked had her ass looking like a damn alien.
“Get y’all raggedy asses in the fucking apartment. All y’all nosy asses, get the fuck on,” I demanded.
They scurried faster than roaches when the lights turn on.
Walking into their apartment, I was impressed. The shit was clean, with some nice ass shit. Neesha gets some respect from my ass fa’ this. I took notice of Banks’ expression, his thoughts mirrored mine, I’m sure of it. Ocean and her mama took seats on the opposite ends of the sectional. Before Banks could speak,
“I don’t know why the fuck y’all in my shit. Get the fuck out, so I can finishing beating this lil fast ass, hoe ass. Bitch don’t know where my damn son at!” Sprinkle screamed.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, yah ass gonna die tonight. Yo unfit ass don’t deserve no fucking kids. Yah damn son is in the fucking hospital. Yo daughter damn near kilt his ass. Listen to what the fuck I’m bout to tell yah ass. I be damn if I repeat myself,” Banks paused, looking at them both.
Ocean looked like she was bout to piss herself. Sprinkle looked like she was bout to nod off.
“Racks, get a bottle of water,” I stated.
He didn’t say anything, he just move. I didn’t have to tell him what I needed it for. He brought it back. Moving towards Sprinkle, while opening the bottle. I handed it to her ass. She looked at it like she didn’t know what the fuck it is.
“Drink,” I growled.
She snatched it quick, spilling some, before putting it to her lips, draining it completely.
“Ha dumb ass gonna choke,” Racks hissed.
“She die, that’s on her ass,” was all I said.
She slowed up some.
“I ain’t got all night fa’ this shit. Ocean, yo selfish ass is fuckin’ lucky yah ass ain’t in fucking jail. You don’t want to be shit, but yah sister wants yah ass to be something. So, fuck it. Yah ass gonna do the right shit, or die. Sprinkle, yo ass should be dead. Only God His self knows why he’s sparing yo ass. But check it, I ain’t God. I’ll snatch yo soul while praying foe forgiveness. Neesha moving Seaqual up outta this bitch. Make anything difficult fa’ her ass, and yo death will come quicker than yah ass wants. Think it’s a game, play witchu life and see,” he spoke.
Without another word, we left. I didn’t have to question him, I already knew why he was doing what he did. We jumped back in the truck and headed to the back. Dawg already had, ‘Dem Boyz’ there, fixing the shit. Business was back popping like nothing had even happen.
BONNKK!
“Fuck,” I hissed, snapping my head towards my money green Hummer XXL.
Eyeing my driver, Smooth, I can’t see his damn eyes cuz my tint is so damn dark. I know he’s smirking. Instigating ass.
Blinking a few times to get my damn bearings. She fucked my damn head up. I ain’t never met a female so damn strong, brazen, and bold. For any other man, she may be too much, but for me, she’s just enough.
“Fuck it, I’mma make her ass mine. She quitting this shit tho. Fuck that,” I mumbled, turning to walk to the front of the club.
I wonder do she live in this area? I questioned, reaching the door of the club. Pulling on the handle, it didn’t budge. I know they ain’t open. I’m hoping to catch the owner though. I got a feeler out, some shit done came back to me. I can help the owner of this bitch out, but it’ll come at a price.
Hearing the door unlock, I looked towards it.
“Afternoon, we’re not open for business for another two hours. Then, only the restaurant will be open.”
Some big burly motherfucka let me know. Eyeing him, he looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
“Aiight, bet,” I started.
“Stone? Nigga, how you be? Long time no fucking see. Wha’cha need, man?” He interrupted me, trying to slap hands with me.
“The fuck is you, nigga?” I spat, eyeing his ass harder.
“Bo-Bo, from the Burg,” he stated, eyeing me.
“Damn, my bad. I ain’t recognize yo ass. Last time I seen yo ass, you were bout two hundred pounds. The fuck happen to yo ass?” I answered, slapping hands wit his ass.
May as well be cordial. His ass maybe able to tell my ass what the fuck I need to know.
“Shit, man, I just bulked up. Did that bid, got out, been on the straight and narrow since. Got ah lil’ boy and shit. Head of security here, wit a clean record. I’m butta,” he explained.
Nodding my head in understanding. His ass was a runner for Wolf’s ass. Wolf’s brother set up plenty of his people. I don’t see how the fuck boy still breathing. I got a lead on his ass for that bash shit. Bitch can go underground quick. Wolf don’t even know where his ass at.
“Much respect. This ah good look fa yah. But check it, I’m tryin to hook up wit the owner of this place. He here?” I asked, eyeing him.
Something flashed in his eyes, as they shifted to the parking lot. Instantly, I placed my hand on my nine that’s resting at the small of my back. Cutting my eyes to the lot.
“I know the fuck it’s not,” I mumbled, pulling my gun completely from my back.
Death bout to come real quick for a deceiving muthafucka.
To Be Continued……
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