Everything is Everything Book 2 by Pepper Pace

snickered without knowing that he was doing it. He had often thought the same thing about the man. Dante kicked it with Donald and a few other guys because they knew how to bring in cash, but Dante didn’t like Donald. He was unpredictable and sly—sneaky was more accurate.
    G looked at Donald as if seeing him for the first time. “What the hell are you doing in here? Don’t you see me and my boy are trying to have an adult conversation? Get out. Make sure everybody is tasting some crack.”
    Donald didn’t immediately move. He was seething inside. He was making money for this deadbeat nigger and he was going to side with the whiteboy?
    Scotty dismissed the angry young man as if he was too far beneath him to matter. “Look, G, I want to sit down and talk to you about things; the business, the crack, you, your son and your woman.”
    A shadow fell over G’s eyes. “We can talk. Come on sit down. We can talk.”
    Without a word Donald left the room. His anger was simmering to the boiling point. He sensed that he was nearing the end of his days working in G’s crew, but fuck them. He’d take his boys AND the crack and start selling it himself. They didn’t need a supplier, just a place to cook it. That weak-ass nigger wouldn’t do a damn thing about it, either. He was so cracked out that Donald even thought about putting him out of his misery, only he wasn’t worth the effort.
    But that nigger Scotty …
    Donald’s jaw clenched as he entered a locked third bedroom which only he and the crew had keys to. They had moved all the shit that they didn’t want stolen into this room—and this included the crack rocks.
    He gathered all the smaller, packaged rocks and stuffed them into his pockets. He’d have someone else pick up the big rock that they had been chipping off of. That way he’d know that they were really in. Before he left the room he saw several bottles of pills and an idea came to his head.
    Oh Scotty. You have fucked with the wrong nigger. I won’t kill you though. I’m just going to rape your bitch right under your nose.

Chapter Five

     
    Vanessa danced so much that her hair was plastered to her head. And her underarms were ringed with perspiration. She and Phonso went outside to sit on the stoop to cool off and rest. Her brother-in-law was a pretty good dancer and she could tell that he enjoyed it a great deal.
    Phonso lit a cigarette. Someone came by and slapped hands with him before entering the crowded apartment.
    Vanessa shook her head with a smile. “You and Scotty are popular.” She didn’t think that Phonso had gone five minutes without someone coming up to make a purchase, talk or slap hands.
    Phonso shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s all a part of the game.”
    “Do you like this game?” She asked innocently. Vanessa knew that this was something that Scotty wanted to talk to Phonso about.
    A shadow crossed Phonso’s face. “You don’t do it because you like it. Me and Scotty got a plan. You see we help Miss Gloria until she doesn’t need help anymore.” Phonso looked at the ground as he thought about his words. “I guess I’m lying a little.
    “I didn’t have a problem with it until Scotty got out. I would probably do it until I was rich enough to drive sports cars and live in my own condo. But without Scotty I see how bad things can go.” He met Vanessa’s eyes quickly. “I’m not blaming him for getting out of the life. I understand it.”
    “But it’s putting more stress on you …” she continued not ever putting those two things together before now.
    He shrugged. “I just do what I do, no more and no less.”
    Vanessa was just about to say something when a voice took her out of the moment.
    “Hi Vanessa.”
    She looked up and hid a cringe. Donald Miller was standing there holding three unopened cans of beer. He grinned showing a gold tooth that caught the light from the street lamps and gleamed with a sparkle.
    “Hi, Donald. I haven’t seen you in years,”