in all this shit? Is that smart, O?” She didn’t respond. “He seems weird,” Jelly continued.
The only reason she said he was weird to Jelly was because he never gave any of the other strippers the time of day, including her. Jelly had done everything from offering to give him a free lap dance, to test driving her worn out pussy. No matter what he refused.
“He’s not weird, just cautious.”
“So what…he don’t want you to have no friends?”
“It’s not even like that. We not together.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. He’s just tryin’ to protect me,” she said as she pulled up a few blocks from her apartment in Brooklyn. She avoided pulling directly in front in case someone was waiting to hurt her. The streets were dark and she couldn’t see clearly.
“Humph…you betta be careful. He sounds like a controllin’ ass nigga to me,” Jelly complained. “But let me go, girl. I gotta make this money. Some ballas just came in here and they spendin’ plenty cash.”
O giggled and said, “Get that money! Later!”
While O thought about her situation, a light smile spread across her face. The best thing about leaving was that she wouldn’t have to dance anymore. O had dreams of owning her own nightclub. But first, she’d have to wait for things to die down. She hoped she could count on Aven to protect her. In fact she prayed on it.
Wednesday, 12:42 am
****
Bein’ the Boss ain’t a luxury, it’s a liability.
-Kyope
Kyope agreed to meet D-9 at an undisclosed location. So there would be no mistakes, Kyope had D-9 picked up. And when they arrived at the destination, they were in front of an old apartment building in Queens, New York. D-9 decided to meet with him because as Jarvis promised, he’d beat his grandmother repeatedly. And as it stood, she was on her death bed. Kyope didn’t agree with Jarvis’s tactics on finding out who was robbing their stash houses, but his unconventional plan worked.
When D-9 exited the car, he was directed to the building’s entrance. Once inside, he was instructed to walk down a dark stairwell.
“Go straight downstairs,” said the driver pointing. “Kyope will be inside.”
“O…okay,” he said nervously taking one last look at the driver. He felt a strange sense of comfort with him considering he arrived in one peace.
The stairwell led to a cold basement. Inside, Kyope stood in front of three men. He recognized Prangsta and Crane but not the third man. D-9’s albino colored skin finally got its color due to his blood rushing to the surface. He was terrified.
Kyope called Jarvis to tell him that he finally found D-9 but he wasn’t answering his calls. Kyope wanted Jarvis to deal with this matter since it was his shops that had been hit lately. But lately Jarvis hadn’t been the same. And he wondered if Steele’s death had anything to do with it.
“Have a seat,” Kyope said calmly. It was the only chair in the room. Kyope’s kind jester put D-9 at slight ease.
Pwwwww. Bwwwwww. A foul odor escaped his body.
“Relax. Everything gonna be okay,” Kyope said, fanning the air. D-9 took his seat looking at Prangsta, Crane and Kelsi who remained like soldiers standing in a line up.
“I’m glad you finally came out,” Kyope started. “I hated how things have been for your grandmother. Shit’s real fucked up ain’t it?”
“I know, man. I ain’t do nothin’ though,” D-9 shivered. “I know what Jarvis think, but it ain’t me. I ain’t been robbin’ your houses. I would neva do nothin’ like that man. Ya’ll been too good to me.”
“So why you runnin’?” Prangsta asked.
“I was scared cuz I knew what people was sayin’.”
“Easy…easy,” Kyope said in a soothing tone. “Aye Prangsta, go get him one of them beers in the fridge.”
“No problem, Boss,” Prangsta said stepping out of the line up.
When he returned, he handed D-9 the beer. His hand shook so badly, he almost dropped it, so he sat it down on the
The only reason she said he was weird to Jelly was because he never gave any of the other strippers the time of day, including her. Jelly had done everything from offering to give him a free lap dance, to test driving her worn out pussy. No matter what he refused.
“He’s not weird, just cautious.”
“So what…he don’t want you to have no friends?”
“It’s not even like that. We not together.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. He’s just tryin’ to protect me,” she said as she pulled up a few blocks from her apartment in Brooklyn. She avoided pulling directly in front in case someone was waiting to hurt her. The streets were dark and she couldn’t see clearly.
“Humph…you betta be careful. He sounds like a controllin’ ass nigga to me,” Jelly complained. “But let me go, girl. I gotta make this money. Some ballas just came in here and they spendin’ plenty cash.”
O giggled and said, “Get that money! Later!”
While O thought about her situation, a light smile spread across her face. The best thing about leaving was that she wouldn’t have to dance anymore. O had dreams of owning her own nightclub. But first, she’d have to wait for things to die down. She hoped she could count on Aven to protect her. In fact she prayed on it.
Wednesday, 12:42 am
****
Bein’ the Boss ain’t a luxury, it’s a liability.
-Kyope
Kyope agreed to meet D-9 at an undisclosed location. So there would be no mistakes, Kyope had D-9 picked up. And when they arrived at the destination, they were in front of an old apartment building in Queens, New York. D-9 decided to meet with him because as Jarvis promised, he’d beat his grandmother repeatedly. And as it stood, she was on her death bed. Kyope didn’t agree with Jarvis’s tactics on finding out who was robbing their stash houses, but his unconventional plan worked.
When D-9 exited the car, he was directed to the building’s entrance. Once inside, he was instructed to walk down a dark stairwell.
“Go straight downstairs,” said the driver pointing. “Kyope will be inside.”
“O…okay,” he said nervously taking one last look at the driver. He felt a strange sense of comfort with him considering he arrived in one peace.
The stairwell led to a cold basement. Inside, Kyope stood in front of three men. He recognized Prangsta and Crane but not the third man. D-9’s albino colored skin finally got its color due to his blood rushing to the surface. He was terrified.
Kyope called Jarvis to tell him that he finally found D-9 but he wasn’t answering his calls. Kyope wanted Jarvis to deal with this matter since it was his shops that had been hit lately. But lately Jarvis hadn’t been the same. And he wondered if Steele’s death had anything to do with it.
“Have a seat,” Kyope said calmly. It was the only chair in the room. Kyope’s kind jester put D-9 at slight ease.
Pwwwww. Bwwwwww. A foul odor escaped his body.
“Relax. Everything gonna be okay,” Kyope said, fanning the air. D-9 took his seat looking at Prangsta, Crane and Kelsi who remained like soldiers standing in a line up.
“I’m glad you finally came out,” Kyope started. “I hated how things have been for your grandmother. Shit’s real fucked up ain’t it?”
“I know, man. I ain’t do nothin’ though,” D-9 shivered. “I know what Jarvis think, but it ain’t me. I ain’t been robbin’ your houses. I would neva do nothin’ like that man. Ya’ll been too good to me.”
“So why you runnin’?” Prangsta asked.
“I was scared cuz I knew what people was sayin’.”
“Easy…easy,” Kyope said in a soothing tone. “Aye Prangsta, go get him one of them beers in the fridge.”
“No problem, Boss,” Prangsta said stepping out of the line up.
When he returned, he handed D-9 the beer. His hand shook so badly, he almost dropped it, so he sat it down on the
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