Her eyes became wider when she saw Khaos. “You know her, K?”
“Bitch stole from me three times… last two times I let her cause the pussy was so good and I love the thrill.”
Menace looked at my brother and nodded his head, impressed. “The thrill makes the pussy wetter.”
“You get what the fuck I’m saying,” Khaos tried to dap him, and Menace looked at his hand. “Ight… I don’t want yo germs either.”
Cappadonna looked at them both. “You be stealing, Ray-Ray?”
She didn’t know if she wanted to run, pass out, or suck off my gun with all the questions and judgment she had coming at her.
“I hate a bitch with sticky hands.”
I removed the gun from her mouth and got out the booth. Walking around the booth, I snatched Joey’s little ass up over the backrest of his seat.
He fought back trying to scratch my hands, and I had his chain, shirt, and undershirt all in a vice grip as I carried his ass out of the restaurant.
BLAOW!
Everyone went scattering, as shorty’s head hit the table, and Menace smiled looking at her laying on the table. “Last time I went against everything I believe and let one go. I hate a thieving bitch.”
Even with everyone running like their life depended on it, I still carried that nigga out. “All calls being rerouted,” Corleon said, as I bypassed him on the way out.
Nigga had a plate of food and was leaned on the wall with his meal. “Get the fuckkkkkk awf me!” Joey screamed, never with that same energy he had as he stood behind Pesos on Labor Day.
“Imagine what my cousin said… you ain’t let him leave that store, right?” I hissed, as I continued to carry this grown man out like he was fucking takeout.
If I could pick my Boobie up without a second thought, this nigga was nothing. His fresh black constructions slid on the floor, as Capp walked out behind me.
He hopped into the whip, and I got into the passenger side, switching hands as I slammed the door, while that nigga remained on the other side. “Bring me to his people’s block.”
Joey was screaming like Prince was on Purple Rain. He knew what was about to happen, and not even Allah could prepare him for what he was about to go through. I was done playing nice.
For the sake of keeping my promise to my moms, I sat back.
Forty said to play it cool, and I allowed this nigga to continue to taunt. Remind me that he had a hand in taking a life from me.
Shit went deeper than my cousin. He was out here cosplaying when we really lived this life. We had no other choice but to be out in the trenches handling business, and this nigga got to pick and choose when he wanted to be a gangsta.
Recommendation: Listen to Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Diana Ross
Always putting the word in other’s ears because he could never do the shit himself. I wanted to push his ass to his limits, force his people to turn to look at the fraud they had. Make them open their eyes and see what he would do.
Not what he would tell them to do.
What he woulddo.
Khaos was a leader, and he handled business whenever someone came for his. He didn’t sit back and let street justice be served. He was out in the field with the same niggas he came up with.
That was the difference between Sigel playing boss, and a nigga that was really a boss.
Capp looked over at me, and I nodded, as I was halfway out the window still holding this nigga. He peeled away from the curb, and this nigga started wailing like a pickney wanting a toy they couldn’t have.
His body dragged alongside his Durango against the asphalt. His jeans broke away from his body like a fucking break-a-way suit.
“This my shit,” Capp turned the music up.
Diana Ross crooned about no mountain being high enough as I hung out the window dragging a body. Capp made sure to hitthe back blocks as his screams became fainter. He turned onto Lott Ave and pulled onto the block.
