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“You gonna take a shower?” Veneshia asked.
“I was thinking about it. Why?”
“You want one of them to come bathe you?”
“No,” I said and closed the door behind me.
My intention for the day was to find them someplace safe to work. Once I found them a safe place to take their men, I would take over the corner and make sure they were protected. And I also wanted to make sure they were healthy. “So, they all need to see a doctor,” I said aloud.
When the food was ready, Veneshia sent Stephanie in with it. She offered to feed me, but I told her no and thanked her for the food and she left the room.
She was probably wondering what kind of pimp I was. I laughed and started eating.
One that ain’t no pimp.
I was a thief, a gambler, and an enforcer. That’s what I am, or should I say was, until I killed Silky. Andre’s business was drugs. All that other shit meant little to him and that’s where I saw my opportunity; in gambling. But the whole pimp game, I never had any interest in it. The only one still running hoes was Drew now that Bodie was dead. After that, his hoes went to work for Drew and he put them right on the corner.
But Drew didn’t want Silky’s women, said they were too busted up to work for him, and they were. With the exception of Veneshia, all of them were looking beat the fuck down the night we killed Silky. Like I said, they all looked a lot better now. Their wounds had a chance to heal; they even look like they got some new clothes. I’m sure that was Veneshia’s doing.
I got up and came out of the room on my way to the kitchen to take my plate. Two of the ladies practically ran over each other trying to take the plate from me.
Veneshia stood up. “Okay, ladies. Play time is over and it is time to get to work.”
“No!” I said and all of them jumped. “All of you need to see a doctor today. Complete physicals for everyone.” I pointed in Veneshia’s face. “Understand?”
“Yes, daddy, I understand.”
“Come on,” I said and went to my room. “And stop calling me that.”
“Yes, daddy.”
I gave her my doctor’s number and tried to give her some money, but the result was the same. She rounded up the ladies, and I went to see Andre.
After extending his co
ndolences again, we talked about business for a while and then he sent me to collect fifty large from Wilson Goode. He was a hustler, but for some stupid reason, he let Andre talk him into putting some product in the street. Obviously, it didn’t go well for him, so now he gets a visit from me. Since I couldn’t find Bobby or Freeze, I called Nick.
“Come scoop me up, I gotta make a run.”
When we got to Wilson’s apartment, nobody answered, so I kicked the door in. I went inside and there was Wilson, along with two very pretty ladies. They were both naked and all Wilson had on was his underwear.
Then I looked at the coffee table and my eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck! What the fuck you mutha fuckas doing here? And my fuckin’ door! Y’all gonna fix my door.”
Wilson was shouting, but I wasn’t listening. All I saw was the dope and those pipes on the table. I looked at the two women and all I could see was Vickie. Neither of them looked anything like her, but in my mind, they both became her.
“Andre sent us. He wants his money,” I heard Nick say and then Wilson started yelling some shit back, but I was all in my head about Vickie.
I looked at the women and the blow on the table and wondered how many times Vickie had been in this situation, freakin’ some nigga like Wilson for cocaine. I looked at Wilson and wondered if he had ever had Vickie like that.
“You two get dressed and get outta here,” I said.
“They ain’t gotta go nowhere. Y’all ain’t gotta go nowhere. They were just about to leave.”
“I ain’t gonna say it again,” And with that, both ladies got up and went in the bedroom. “Go with them, Nick.”
While Nick was watching the ladies get dressed, Wilson was wolfing some shit at me, but I knew it was for the benefit of the ladies, so I let him talk.
