I tapped the card and put it back into my wallet while Bando stood behind me. When he started to growl, I shook his leash to get him to stop.
Usually, that worked and he was quiet. This time, he became louder, so I snatched my bag and turned around, coming face to face with one of the men from Labor Day weekend. I recognized him as one of the men standing behind the man that Goon held his gun to. He was smirking, showing his nasty ass teeth.
He needed to get his teeth cleaned because that plaque at the bottom of his mouth was starting to resemble limestone.
“Goon let his girl out in the hood alone?” He snickered.
I stared up at him and rolled my eyes. “Excuse me. He bites and I’m not pulling him off you when he does.”
Bando was salivating out the mouth while I held him. He wanted to get at this man desperately, and this fool didn’t understand that he was in danger.
“I’d shoot that bitch in here… ask Ock, he already know how we give it up around here.”
The man behind the counter looked worried, as if this man was a pest in his store. “So, you be in here stealing?”
I looked down at his outfit, and the smell of stale smoke and Dior Savuage surrounded us. “The fuck you talking about? I got bread… never been a problem.” He tried to touch me, and Bando lunged at him, making him back up a few paces.
“I’m assuming that you steal because are you opening those cookies and didn’t pay for them?”
He proceeded to pull a bunch of money out his pockets, some falling out onto the floor. Dipping down, he picked it up and was counting it out like that was supposed to impress me.
“I’m supposed to be impressed?”
The fact that I wasn’t impressed pissed him off as he counted off money to pay for his cookies. I rolled my eyes and pulled Bando towards the exit, because he didn’t like this man, and he had good reason.
“Bitch, I’ll slap the fuck out of you,” he called behind, as I stared at him.
I looked behind me because he had to be smoking crack. “You not touching a damn thing, but that fucking plaque at the bottom of your teeth.”
He had his hand raised, and I went to grab my pepper spray. The bell on the door chimed, and a tall man with a pecan complexion, low fade and tattoos everywhere walked out.
“You weren’t about to put your hand on her, right?” he questioned, calm. Almost too calm, because Mr. big mouth didn’t have that same mouth as he had before.
“K…Kano, what…what up?”
Kano ignored his greeting and punched the shit out of him. He fell into the freezer and slumped to the floor. “Nigga, you were about to put your hands on G’s wifey?”
I’ve heard the name Kano before.
Plenty of times.
Kano Cruzari.
Aimee hung out with his sister often, so the name was very familiar. It was nice putting a face to the name.
“I…I ain’t know that was your wifey,” he stammered.
He had been knocked so hard that he didn’t even hear him mention Goo’s name.
Kano stepped on his fingers. “Bitch, I know you heard me say Goon’s name… fuck you even talking to her for?”
“I... I came to get something from the sto?—”
“Liar, you came directly to me and bothered me with your bad breath.” I folded my arms, as Bando continued to growl.
Kano kicked his ass again. “You don’t brush yo fucking teeth?”
I laughed. “Or visit the dentist.”
