The Day the Streets Stood Still by JaQuavis Coleman Page B

battered lips, a long line of spit and blood dangling from his lips.
    â€œSay the name, nigga?” Beans growled with a sinister snarl on his lips as he powered the sandblaster back on again.
    â€œB . . . B . . . B . . . G . . . G . . . it’s BG,” the fat dude blurted barely above a whisper.
    â€œWho? BG? What the fuck is you saying, nigga?” Beans asked.
    â€œBG! It’s BG! Just please,” Boogie begged, more bloody slob bubbling from his mouth. “BG made the side deal,” he said barely above a whisper.
    â€œWho the fuck is BG?” Beans and Ty said at the same time. Sean didn’t say a word, but his squinted eyes and squared jaw said enough.
    Everyone in the room seemed to contemplate the question. Who would be bold enough to step on the toes of King Sean?

    Sean didn’t say a word during Boogie’s torture, but when Sean finally heard that someone named BG was violating his spots in the streets, he was all ears. Calmly Sean stood up and got ready to exit the building. He looked at all of his men in one long eye scan around the room. His face remained stony.
    â€œFind out who BG is. Then find out where he rest at and everything else about him. Take your time. Be smart, because obviously this nigga BG thinks he’s smarter,” Sean gritted, fighting to keep the anger welling up inside of him under wraps.
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    Two weeks after the name BG came up, Sean sat at the end of the beautiful lacquer conference table in the conference room above his new boxing gym, where he usually discreetly conducted his business. Sean sat calmly, smoking a cigar, a new habit he had picked up in homage to Fox. Sean was patiently waiting for his men to report back to him what they’d found out about BG.
    â€œFrom what we peeped whoever this nigga BG is, he sends a bitch, who drives a white Benz CLS with license plates that say BG to his spots to pick up his paper,” Beans spoke up.
    â€œShe’s a bad bitch, too. Must be his lady. Sexy as hell though,” Ty chimed in, his tone a little too excited and hype for Sean’s liking. “She usually has a car full of dudes following her pretty ass. But they look like lame-ass wannabe thugs anyway. Whoever BG is, I could tell he a lame.”
    Sean took a long toke on his cigar and blew the smoke out slowly. Contemplating what he was being told, Sean finally looked down at his sparkly diamond pinky ring. He stared at the blindingly shiny diamonds as he always did when he was thinking hard. The information he was getting just wasn’t sitting right with him. Any real hustler wasn’t going to send his lady to risk herself picking up his paper unless he was locked up or in some other predicament where he didn’t trust his street soldiers.
    â€œY’all sure y’all got the right info? How y’all know the bitch is picking up?” Sean asked, his voice slow and steady.
    â€œYou can see here yourself,” Beans said like he already knew Sean would be skeptical. “She’s like clockwork most of the time,” Beans continued, sliding some pictures across the conference table. Sean looked down and squinted at the photographs. He was having a hard time keeping a poker face at that moment.
    Damn! he said to himself while fighting to keep his visible reaction even and unfazed. Sean didn’t lift the picture, but he could see her as clear as day. The woman in the pictures was beautiful to say the least. She was the color of a Hershey’s chocolate bar; her eyes were covered in oversized shades but that didn’t keep Sean from seeing that her eyebrows were perfectly arched. She had a slim nose, high cheekbones and thick full lips that were painted with a deep burgundy lipstick. She wore her hair long and silky with a perfectly cut bang covering one of her eyes. It was probably a high-priced weave, but it was perfectly styled nonetheless. From what Sean could see in the picture, the