behind him right after dude’s body went splat on the ground.
“Hell yeah,” Trey muttered as he walked back down the stairs without an ounce of regret. “Them niggahs can get some too.”
CHAPTER 23
The dark blue Ford sat idling in the darkness at the corner. Its headlights were off, and a lone figure was slouched down out of sight in the driver’s seat.
In the alley behind the G-Spot, Truth sat at the wheel of a BMW as he waited for his boss lady to come out so he could give her a ride home.
It was after 4:30am and the Spot was winding down for the night. The bar had closed, and the strippers were about to leave too. Ace and Pluto were in G’s office counting money and arguing over the night’s pitiful earnings. Pluto was still blaming his boy for the loss of Juicy and G’s cash, and Ace was tryna convince him that they still had eyes out there, and they could still find her and get paid big-time.
Truth turned on his iPod and pushed his earplugs deep in his ears as he waited. His eyes were on the door, and when it finally swung open Salida walked out carrying the bag of drug samples that she had picked up from her broker at Three Brothers Funeral Home. Truth saw her turn around and wave goodbye to Honey Dew, who had come outta the dressing room to lock the door.
As Salida strutted toward the whip in her dainty heels and sexy white dress, Truth got out so he could take her bags and open the door for her. But before he could make it around the car’s front fender, a burst of blue death roared outta nowhere.
A dark sedan screeched straight down the sidewalk, clipping parked cars and knocking over garbage cans as it zoomed toward the older woman at a heart-stopping speed.
“Mizz Salida!!” Truth screamed as time seemed to go into slow-mode. Salida saw the speeding car just feet before it struck her. She froze for a second, and then turned with a look of horror on her face as she dove toward the safety of the BMW.
But she was too late.
The roaring dark slice of thunder struck her and spun her body around in a circle. It propelled her up in the air, and then sent her slamming down hard against the trunk of the BMW.
Truth screamed as his boss slid down the back bumper and hit the ground with a crunch, then rolled over like a lifeless doll in the middle of the sidewalk.
The sound of screeching tires was all he heard as he ran over to her and dropped down to his knees. He went to touch her, but her eyes were closed and blood was coming outta her nose. Scared shitless, Truth jumped up and ran over to the locked door of the G-Spot. Screaming for help, he pounded on that shit like somebody’s life depended on it.
$$$$$
“ I got her! ” the driver of the dark car hollered as his front end made contact with the beautiful woman crossing the sidewalk. “I hit her! I busted that bitch right on her ass!”
Peals of laughter erupted from the backseat of the car as Monique popped up from her hiding spot on the floor. She knelt on her knees and peered through the back window, giggling her ass off at the sight of Salida sliding off the back of G’s old whip and rolling onto the sidewalk like a broken-up mannequin.
“Yeah!” Monique screamed at the top of her lungs as Salida’s body lay outstretched on the hard concrete. “Bitch down! Bitch down! Bitch down! And that crazy bitch betta stay her ass down too!”
Bilal grinned. Anything that made Mo happy made him happy too. He floored the gas pedal as the Ford’s front wheels jumped the curb, and moments later the car left the coarse concrete of the sidewalk, rolled onto the smooth asphalt of the city street, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
CHAPTER 24
Flex must have felt me getting swole, because two nights after we had it out he asked me to get dressed so he could take me out to a concert. If I had known Flex drove like a damn ten-year-old I woulda never gotten in the whip with him. Instead, I
“Hell yeah,” Trey muttered as he walked back down the stairs without an ounce of regret. “Them niggahs can get some too.”
CHAPTER 23
The dark blue Ford sat idling in the darkness at the corner. Its headlights were off, and a lone figure was slouched down out of sight in the driver’s seat.
In the alley behind the G-Spot, Truth sat at the wheel of a BMW as he waited for his boss lady to come out so he could give her a ride home.
It was after 4:30am and the Spot was winding down for the night. The bar had closed, and the strippers were about to leave too. Ace and Pluto were in G’s office counting money and arguing over the night’s pitiful earnings. Pluto was still blaming his boy for the loss of Juicy and G’s cash, and Ace was tryna convince him that they still had eyes out there, and they could still find her and get paid big-time.
Truth turned on his iPod and pushed his earplugs deep in his ears as he waited. His eyes were on the door, and when it finally swung open Salida walked out carrying the bag of drug samples that she had picked up from her broker at Three Brothers Funeral Home. Truth saw her turn around and wave goodbye to Honey Dew, who had come outta the dressing room to lock the door.
As Salida strutted toward the whip in her dainty heels and sexy white dress, Truth got out so he could take her bags and open the door for her. But before he could make it around the car’s front fender, a burst of blue death roared outta nowhere.
A dark sedan screeched straight down the sidewalk, clipping parked cars and knocking over garbage cans as it zoomed toward the older woman at a heart-stopping speed.
“Mizz Salida!!” Truth screamed as time seemed to go into slow-mode. Salida saw the speeding car just feet before it struck her. She froze for a second, and then turned with a look of horror on her face as she dove toward the safety of the BMW.
But she was too late.
The roaring dark slice of thunder struck her and spun her body around in a circle. It propelled her up in the air, and then sent her slamming down hard against the trunk of the BMW.
Truth screamed as his boss slid down the back bumper and hit the ground with a crunch, then rolled over like a lifeless doll in the middle of the sidewalk.
The sound of screeching tires was all he heard as he ran over to her and dropped down to his knees. He went to touch her, but her eyes were closed and blood was coming outta her nose. Scared shitless, Truth jumped up and ran over to the locked door of the G-Spot. Screaming for help, he pounded on that shit like somebody’s life depended on it.
$$$$$
“ I got her! ” the driver of the dark car hollered as his front end made contact with the beautiful woman crossing the sidewalk. “I hit her! I busted that bitch right on her ass!”
Peals of laughter erupted from the backseat of the car as Monique popped up from her hiding spot on the floor. She knelt on her knees and peered through the back window, giggling her ass off at the sight of Salida sliding off the back of G’s old whip and rolling onto the sidewalk like a broken-up mannequin.
“Yeah!” Monique screamed at the top of her lungs as Salida’s body lay outstretched on the hard concrete. “Bitch down! Bitch down! Bitch down! And that crazy bitch betta stay her ass down too!”
Bilal grinned. Anything that made Mo happy made him happy too. He floored the gas pedal as the Ford’s front wheels jumped the curb, and moments later the car left the coarse concrete of the sidewalk, rolled onto the smooth asphalt of the city street, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
CHAPTER 24
Flex must have felt me getting swole, because two nights after we had it out he asked me to get dressed so he could take me out to a concert. If I had known Flex drove like a damn ten-year-old I woulda never gotten in the whip with him. Instead, I
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