the shadows.
“You lost nigga!” He shouted at me.
“Excuse me?” I looked up.
“I said are you lost! You don’t look like you belong in this neighborhood!”
He started walking down the side walk toward me taking the time to spit in the grass. He looked up and down the block trying to spot anything suspicious.
“I don’t mean to bother you sir , but did you call for a locksmith? I have a work order here for a Toyota Avalon with a set of keys locked inside. I’m having trouble seeing the addresses, I’ve been walking up and down the street. My van is parked on the next block.”
The light skinned man glared at me. “ Naw nigga, I ain’t call for no locksmith. You got the wrong address. You need to keep it movin’ up the block.”
I grinned up at the six foot four man. “And you need to look at your chest.”
He took a step back. “What?”
“I said you need to look down at your chest.”
I pointed to his black wife beater with my clip board. The annoyed man dropped his eyes to his chest and saw a red dot. It looked like a tiny bull’s eye right over his heart. Fear spread over his tan face as he realized that his life was in danger.
“You make a move and it’s over for you. If you don’ t tell me where the money’s hidden inside, I’ll drop this clip board and give my man the signal to take you out and find it myself. You understand?”
His jaw twitched , but he remained still. “Yeah.”
“Good, now where’s the money?”
He licked his lips nervously. “There’s a bag under the toilet in the bathroom.” He looked at the red dot again as it moved back and forth slightly.
“How many niggas are in the house?”
“Two.”
“You got a stick on you?” I was referring to a gun.
“Yeah, I do.” he said gruffly.
“Take it out and toss it in the bushes.”
He sucked his teeth , but did as he was told. I could tell he was scared, but he tried to put up a brave front.
“Nigga do you know who’s spot this is? You gotta be a stupid ass nigga to rob this shit.”
I nodded my head. “Yeah , it belongs to a bitch named Khalil. I suggest you keep it movin’ up the block unless you wanna die protecting a bitch’s money. If I was you, I would take a walk. You ain’t gotta die tonight, but if you wanna check into that upper room I can damn sure arrange it.” I held the clip board out as the beam of light danced on his shirt. “What’s it gonna be? A short walk, or a long dirt nap?”
The young man scratched the dry parts in his cornrow braids.
“Cuz, I aint tryna hold you up.”
He pulled his sagging pants up a little and shuffled off.
“Ay, if I see your lanky ass back around here, I’ma shoot you in your head plain and simple.”
The man never turned around. H e just put two fingers in the air as he continued to walk down the sidewalk. I waved my hand and seconds later Sway jumped out of a tree from across the street and came running over carrying a high powered rifle.
“We good?” He looked at the man in the distance.
“Yeah, we got two niggas in the house and the money is hidden under a toilet in the bathroom.” He turned around so I could put the clip board in his back pack.
“Peck is posted up behind a dumpster in the alley. You want me to call him on the walkie so he can be ready to move?” Sway looked at the house again.
“Yeah , tell him where comin’ in hot in 30 seconds.”
While my right hand man talked to Peck we ran up to the porch and flanked each side of the front door. I noticed an old man smoking a cigarette across the street, but when we made eye contact he simply blew out a cloud of smoke and casually looked the other way.
“You ready?” I looked at Sway.
“10-4.” Sway reverted back to his military lingo.
I pulled out my .45 caliber weapon. The reason I had so many guns was because every time I used one, I got rid of it. Too many niggas get caught up trying to hold onto their gun like it’s the last one on earth. And then when they
“You lost nigga!” He shouted at me.
“Excuse me?” I looked up.
“I said are you lost! You don’t look like you belong in this neighborhood!”
He started walking down the side walk toward me taking the time to spit in the grass. He looked up and down the block trying to spot anything suspicious.
“I don’t mean to bother you sir , but did you call for a locksmith? I have a work order here for a Toyota Avalon with a set of keys locked inside. I’m having trouble seeing the addresses, I’ve been walking up and down the street. My van is parked on the next block.”
The light skinned man glared at me. “ Naw nigga, I ain’t call for no locksmith. You got the wrong address. You need to keep it movin’ up the block.”
I grinned up at the six foot four man. “And you need to look at your chest.”
He took a step back. “What?”
“I said you need to look down at your chest.”
I pointed to his black wife beater with my clip board. The annoyed man dropped his eyes to his chest and saw a red dot. It looked like a tiny bull’s eye right over his heart. Fear spread over his tan face as he realized that his life was in danger.
“You make a move and it’s over for you. If you don’ t tell me where the money’s hidden inside, I’ll drop this clip board and give my man the signal to take you out and find it myself. You understand?”
His jaw twitched , but he remained still. “Yeah.”
“Good, now where’s the money?”
He licked his lips nervously. “There’s a bag under the toilet in the bathroom.” He looked at the red dot again as it moved back and forth slightly.
“How many niggas are in the house?”
“Two.”
“You got a stick on you?” I was referring to a gun.
“Yeah, I do.” he said gruffly.
“Take it out and toss it in the bushes.”
He sucked his teeth , but did as he was told. I could tell he was scared, but he tried to put up a brave front.
“Nigga do you know who’s spot this is? You gotta be a stupid ass nigga to rob this shit.”
I nodded my head. “Yeah , it belongs to a bitch named Khalil. I suggest you keep it movin’ up the block unless you wanna die protecting a bitch’s money. If I was you, I would take a walk. You ain’t gotta die tonight, but if you wanna check into that upper room I can damn sure arrange it.” I held the clip board out as the beam of light danced on his shirt. “What’s it gonna be? A short walk, or a long dirt nap?”
The young man scratched the dry parts in his cornrow braids.
“Cuz, I aint tryna hold you up.”
He pulled his sagging pants up a little and shuffled off.
“Ay, if I see your lanky ass back around here, I’ma shoot you in your head plain and simple.”
The man never turned around. H e just put two fingers in the air as he continued to walk down the sidewalk. I waved my hand and seconds later Sway jumped out of a tree from across the street and came running over carrying a high powered rifle.
“We good?” He looked at the man in the distance.
“Yeah, we got two niggas in the house and the money is hidden under a toilet in the bathroom.” He turned around so I could put the clip board in his back pack.
“Peck is posted up behind a dumpster in the alley. You want me to call him on the walkie so he can be ready to move?” Sway looked at the house again.
“Yeah , tell him where comin’ in hot in 30 seconds.”
While my right hand man talked to Peck we ran up to the porch and flanked each side of the front door. I noticed an old man smoking a cigarette across the street, but when we made eye contact he simply blew out a cloud of smoke and casually looked the other way.
“You ready?” I looked at Sway.
“10-4.” Sway reverted back to his military lingo.
I pulled out my .45 caliber weapon. The reason I had so many guns was because every time I used one, I got rid of it. Too many niggas get caught up trying to hold onto their gun like it’s the last one on earth. And then when they
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