Another Hood Love by Jontu' Page B

his accent because you didn’t hear that southern drawl out this way much.
    “Hello,” I said sweetly. “Can I get two dinner plates to go, one with oxtails and rice, greens, and macaroni and cheese with a side of dressing, and the second turkey wings and rice, black eyed peas, and yams with a side of mac please?” I said, placing my phone in my purse. I was heated by the picture that I had just seen and soon as I got back to my car, I would definitely address the situation.
    “Sure, it’s an extra $2.75 for the third side, is that okay?” he asked.
    “Yes, sure is,” I replied as I continued to the register. Kash Doll’s “Run Me My Money” began playing from my purse. I retrieved my phone and saw that it was Uncle Ken calling me. I’m sure he was just calling to make sure that we had all street business wrapped up before we came out tonight.
    “Hello,” I answered before it rolled over to voicemail.
    “Hey, is everything straight?” he asked.
    “Yeah, I had Rico and Lexis hit up all our blocks and give the workers that will be posted up their instructions already,” I replied as the cashier interrupted my conversation to tell me my total. I pulled out a dope boy knot from my purse and handed her fifty dollars, and told her to keep the change. Since all the lieutenants were going to the party tonight, our blocks would only be lightly covered so we had everybody slightly switch up the way we normally handle things, so that there would be no hiccups. Mess was still in hiding and if he wanted to hit us, tonight would be the perfect night to do so knowing that we would all be away from the hood.
    “Alright, well as long as ya’ll got everything under control then I will see you guys later tonight,” Uncle Ken replied.
    “Sure thing Unc, holla at you later on,” I ended the call before he could say anything else. I said thank you to the cashier and left the restaurant, going to my messages so that I could send the screenshot I had taken earlier.
    I hopped in the driver’s seat and just as I found the contact I was looking, for my phone began to ring. I quickly answered it.
    “Hey bae, I’m on my way as we speak,” I hurriedly spoke into the phone as I backed out of my parking space and pulled off.
    “Okay just checking on you, see you in a second then.” Tone hung up and I did as well. I exited the freeway, pulled into the Valero gas station, and got out to pump my gas; the sun had set about an hour ago, so darkness had just set in. The gas station was pretty quiet for a Friday night, so instead of having one of the knocks pump for me, I had to do it myself.
    As I was placing the gas nozzle back on the pump, I noticed a familiar face, I hurriedly jumped back into the car before I could be spotted and started my ignition. They were pulling out the opposite side of the gas station, so I had to move quickly to not lose them. I reached in my glove box and hit a button that shifted the deck open, and revealed a secret compartment where my gun was located. I checked the chamber to make sure my hammer was loaded as I pulled behind the four door Lexus in front of me; I remained a safe distance as I tailed them. I couldn’t risk trying to call anybody to tell them what was going on and losing the person in front of me. Once they took a right at the next corner I did so as well. It was a dark street and I wasn’t sure if they had somebody that lived over this way, so I pulled over near the end of the block, killed my lights, and watched the car finally park about five cars in front of mine.
    I kept my engine running, and I was glad that the tints were dark enough to where they couldn’t see who was behind the wheel. For a wanted man, I would have thought that this nigga would have been a little more cautious. I watched as the nigga Mess hopped out his whip and walked a few feet away from his car, leaving the door wide open and his music blasting Lil Boosie and Keyshia Cole’s “Black Heaven.” He turned