small piece of steak, and shoving it into her mouth.
“So you really think that chump, Detective Nelson, gonna start harassing us,” Skip asked pouring everybody at the table another glass of wine. “Fuck that white boy,” G-money said waving Skip off. “Well I think we should come up with a plan, just in case this cracker try to teach us a lesson or prove how much power he has,” Skip said seriously. “I already got a plan; if he start acting up, it’s on simple as that,” G-money slurred. “Come on G, use your head. You’re trying to fight a battle you know we can’t win,” Skip stated plainly. “Skip, you already know how I get down, and you know I don’t give a fuck about no cops. How I look letting a faggot ass cop herb me? It’s not happening. Both of my uncles are in jail for killing a cop, I think that shit just runs in my family,” G-money said nonchalantly.
“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to a fucking building,” Skip said shaking his head. “Come on baby you ready to go,” Skip asked looking at April. “We all came together, so we’re going to leave together,” G-money said flagging down the waiter for the check. “You mad at me baby, you need a hug,” G-money asked playfully reaching for Skip’s hand. “You think everything’s a joke,” Skip huffed as he placed a few twenty dollar bills on the table.
“Put that money back in ya pocket. Your money is no good when you’re with me. Every time we go out, I pay,” G-money said placing two hundred dollar bills on the table. Skip quickly snatched his money off the table, and stuffed the bills back into his pocket as the four of them made their exit. “Here baby, you drive,” G-money said handing Coco the keys to the Range Rover. Coco quickly pulled out into traffic, and made a left turn, then stopped at a red light. “Yo the fucking cops are behind us,” Coco announced nervously. “Are they signaling you to pull over,” G-money asked curiously. “No, they’re just riding behind us,” Coco answered. “Yo Skip you strapped?” “Of course,” Skip answered from the backseat. “Aight, gimme your hammer so I can put it on the glove compartment.” “What,” Skip blurted out. “You know the rules…never put you or Ali in jeopardy.” “Fuck that, you got kids,” G-money reminded his friend. “It’s all in a day’s work,” Skip said extending his arm. G-money quickly removed his .45 and handed it to Skip. The Range Rover made it about six more blocks down the street when the cop car signaled for it to pull over.
“Aight everybody just be cool,” G-money ordered as Coco pulled over on the side of the road. As soon as the officer approached the Range Rover, Coco could feel the bright light from the officer’s flashlight abusing her eyes. “Driver keep your hands on the steering wheel,” the officer barked as he clicked his walkie talkie and called for back up. “Nobody make any sudden moves and we won’t have a problem.”
Seconds later, an unmarked detective car pulled up on the scene. Skip immediately shook his head in disbelief when he saw Detective Nelson stepped out of the vehicle. By the look on Detective Nelson’s face Skip knew it was about to be trouble. Detective Nelson quickly pulled out his .44 magnum when he reached the passenger window. “Well, well, well, look at what the cat drug in,” Detective Nelson chuckled aiming his .44 magnum directly at G-money’s head.
“What seems to be the problem Detective,” G-money asked with ice in his tone. “You have the right to remain silent,” Detective Nelson quickly shot back as he reached and opened the passenger door. “Keep your hands where I can see them, and step out of the vehicle slowly,” he instructed without taking his gun or focus off of G-money. “What’s the charge,” G-money asked. “Shut your fucking mouth boy,” Detective Nelson snarled as he violently shoved G-money against the hood of the Range Rover. The menacing
“So you really think that chump, Detective Nelson, gonna start harassing us,” Skip asked pouring everybody at the table another glass of wine. “Fuck that white boy,” G-money said waving Skip off. “Well I think we should come up with a plan, just in case this cracker try to teach us a lesson or prove how much power he has,” Skip said seriously. “I already got a plan; if he start acting up, it’s on simple as that,” G-money slurred. “Come on G, use your head. You’re trying to fight a battle you know we can’t win,” Skip stated plainly. “Skip, you already know how I get down, and you know I don’t give a fuck about no cops. How I look letting a faggot ass cop herb me? It’s not happening. Both of my uncles are in jail for killing a cop, I think that shit just runs in my family,” G-money said nonchalantly.
“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to a fucking building,” Skip said shaking his head. “Come on baby you ready to go,” Skip asked looking at April. “We all came together, so we’re going to leave together,” G-money said flagging down the waiter for the check. “You mad at me baby, you need a hug,” G-money asked playfully reaching for Skip’s hand. “You think everything’s a joke,” Skip huffed as he placed a few twenty dollar bills on the table.
“Put that money back in ya pocket. Your money is no good when you’re with me. Every time we go out, I pay,” G-money said placing two hundred dollar bills on the table. Skip quickly snatched his money off the table, and stuffed the bills back into his pocket as the four of them made their exit. “Here baby, you drive,” G-money said handing Coco the keys to the Range Rover. Coco quickly pulled out into traffic, and made a left turn, then stopped at a red light. “Yo the fucking cops are behind us,” Coco announced nervously. “Are they signaling you to pull over,” G-money asked curiously. “No, they’re just riding behind us,” Coco answered. “Yo Skip you strapped?” “Of course,” Skip answered from the backseat. “Aight, gimme your hammer so I can put it on the glove compartment.” “What,” Skip blurted out. “You know the rules…never put you or Ali in jeopardy.” “Fuck that, you got kids,” G-money reminded his friend. “It’s all in a day’s work,” Skip said extending his arm. G-money quickly removed his .45 and handed it to Skip. The Range Rover made it about six more blocks down the street when the cop car signaled for it to pull over.
“Aight everybody just be cool,” G-money ordered as Coco pulled over on the side of the road. As soon as the officer approached the Range Rover, Coco could feel the bright light from the officer’s flashlight abusing her eyes. “Driver keep your hands on the steering wheel,” the officer barked as he clicked his walkie talkie and called for back up. “Nobody make any sudden moves and we won’t have a problem.”
Seconds later, an unmarked detective car pulled up on the scene. Skip immediately shook his head in disbelief when he saw Detective Nelson stepped out of the vehicle. By the look on Detective Nelson’s face Skip knew it was about to be trouble. Detective Nelson quickly pulled out his .44 magnum when he reached the passenger window. “Well, well, well, look at what the cat drug in,” Detective Nelson chuckled aiming his .44 magnum directly at G-money’s head.
“What seems to be the problem Detective,” G-money asked with ice in his tone. “You have the right to remain silent,” Detective Nelson quickly shot back as he reached and opened the passenger door. “Keep your hands where I can see them, and step out of the vehicle slowly,” he instructed without taking his gun or focus off of G-money. “What’s the charge,” G-money asked. “Shut your fucking mouth boy,” Detective Nelson snarled as he violently shoved G-money against the hood of the Range Rover. The menacing
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