Page 23 of Gang of Roses: Dice

He laughed.

“Don’t clown nigga. Yo’ ass like cum stain strip clubs where they take you to a red room.”

He smirked.

“Yelp, less expensive. Yo’ girl got a 100k plus tab cleared. Stripper, it’s a clean $500, and we headed to the back for them to throw that ass on a real nigga, taking straight pipe. And that shit comes with a song, dance, and a nut. Tips are optional. I be shopping on the clearance rack, you be on some other shit.”

I was laughing my ass off.

“You laughin’ but I’m dead ass.”

“I know that’s what makes it funnier.”

“Anera, gonna be sick when G-baby touch down.”

“She cool, I ain’t gon’ hold you, but she trying to mislead her damn self. I gotta fall back from shawty. Shawty getting too confused.”

“Ain’t that the enemy's job?”

“Facts.”

I stood to my full height and motioned for Oats to quit nursing that drink so we could find Bronco and his friend.

“Well, damn, just fuck my TED Talk, huh?”

“Bruh, bring yo’ ass on,” I said, heading to the door of the conference room.

G-baby was on the clock to bring her plush ass to me…or I was pulling up.

Chapter 4

Global “Dice” Jamerson

Today, I was at the gun range. Once I clipped the target paper in place, I got in the zone. I pressed the toggle switch and watched the outline glide downrange until it hit the mark I wanted.

“Yeh sure ya can handle dat thang?” A big, country-ass white guy asked me to my left.

“Watch and see,” I replied.

“Will do.” He shot back, placing his weapon of choice on his station and stepping back. I don’t know if this muthafucka was watching or not because once he saw my melons, his eyes were a little stuck.

I chuckled to myself, adjusted my safety glasses, and pulled my earmuffs over my ears, drowning out some of the shots cracking around me. Today, I was playing with an AR-15, and this baby was loaded with thirty rounds ready to fly.

I planted my feet, tucked the stock against my shoulder, and leaned into my stance. Once I had my target lined up in the scope, I squeezed the trigger.

CRACK!

The rifle kicked against my shoulder as the bullet punched through the paper target. A hot casing ejected from the side of the rifle and bounced across the concrete floor.

I squeezed again.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two more casings bounced across the floor.

The power behind this muthafucka was something serious, but this wasn’t shit I couldn’t handle.

My aim? Baby, that bitch was a beast.