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“I will,” I lied. I’ll send Freeze tomorrow to check on her.
Bobby was quiet in the hallway and in the elevator. It wasn’t until he got in the car, that Bobby began laughing and since the shit was funny, I did too.
“If I said it once, I said it a thousand times; hoes ain’t shit.” He started up the car. “You just told her that her man is dead and she’s telling you how good the pussy is.”
I laughed. “I’m sure that wasn’t what it was about.”
“Bullshit. You come by tomorrow and check on me, Mike,” Bobby imitated. “You come by tomorrow and get this grieving pussy, Mike!” Bobby shouted. “That’s what she was saying.”
“Fuck all that. Like I said, she sees Freeze for whatever she needs. If that’s what she’s about,” and knowing Jemisha like I did, it was. She was a pretty girl with extraordinary sexual skills, and was used to having a man take care of her and her kids. “Fuck her.”
“I believe that’s what she wants,” Bobby said.
I shook my head and laughed. “But fuck all that. You used to fuck Lisa, she the type that would send niggas to kill Whitey?”
“No,” Bobby said flatly. “She ain’t got the heart or the juice,” Bobby laughed, “Or the money. Three-man hit squad ain’t free.”
“But the new guy said one of them been there before to see Whitey, so he knew them.” I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s about that.”
“I don’t think it’s about that either. But it wouldn’t hurt to ride by there, see if she knows anything,” Bobby said, and we drove to her apartment building. When we got there, Bobby knocked on the door, but nobody answered, so we left.
“Where you wanna go now?”
“Let’s ride out to Angelo, get that shit over with,” I said as we left the building. As we got closer to Bobby’s car, I saw a car coming down the street fast. When the gun came out the window, I yelled, “Get down!”
We lay motionless as bullets rained over our heads. Once the car drove on, we got up.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah, I’m all right,” I said. “But there just might be something to this Lisa Benson shit.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Still wanna ride by Angelo’s?” Bobby asked when we got in his car.
“Hell no. We need to get on top of this shit, quick. Take us back to Whitey’s. I need to talk to King.”
On the way back, I thought about what just happened. I just wasn’t willing to accept that Whitey was dead over some pussy. But then I thought more about it. Mutha fuckas been killing and starting wars over pussy since the beginning of time. So, like it or not, I had to consider that that’s exactly what this was.
And if that was the case, I had to also consider that this was about Jemisha. Like I said, Jemisha was a pretty girl with extraordinary sexual skills that was used to having a man take care of her and her kids. This could all be about her getting Whitey out of the way, pointing the finger at Lisa Benson, and all that crying was just an act put on for my benefit.
But the shit doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense to me. Why try to kill me and Bobby?
“You still fuckin’ Lisa?”
“No, it’s been a long time since I hit that ass,” Bobby answered.
“You think that was meant for you?”
“I don’t know.”
We arrived back at Whitey’s to talk to King. By the time we got back, things had returned to normal and you couldn’t tell that four men died in there that night. Bobby and I wandered around for a while, but we didn’t see King anywhere. Bobby saw Stylisha and she told him that King was in the office. When we walked in the office, King was sitting in what was now his chair and had a very satisfied smile on his face.
Since it was that kind of a night, I also had to consider that King paid them niggas to smoke Whitey. Mutha fuckas been killing for position just as long as they been killing over pussy.
King sprang to his feet and practically came to attention when me and Bobby walked in the office.
