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“I’m looking for Lisa Benson.” I stepped to his chest.
“Why you looking for her?”
“What business is that of yours?”
Bone Crusher paused, to think about the question, I guessed. “Why you wanna know?”
“Do you know where Marquez or Lisa are?”
“Why you wanna know?” he asked and pushed me.
Bobby punched him in the side and I punched him in the face. He looked at me like it didn’t faze him. He reached back and hit me so hard that I had to steady myself.
Bone Crusher was a big fucka and strong as hell, so it just made him madder when Bobby hit him in the back with a chair. Bone Crusher picked Bobby up and threw him to the ground. When he pulled Bobby to his feet, I took out both of my guns and jumped on his back. I began hitting him over and over in the head and shoulders while Bobby hit Bone Crusher with blow after blow until he went down.
We stood over Bone Crusher, kicking him and then I got on top and slammed Bone Crusher’s face into the floor a few times. When I stood up, Bobby began to stomp Bone Crusher again. I pulled Bone Crusher up again and rammed him face first into a table.
Bone Crusher struggled to his feet and came running toward Bobby. When he stepped aside, I grabbed Bone Crusher and rammed him into a wall. Bobby hit him with lefts and rights to his face, and then threw a punch to the stomach that took all the wind out him.
Now that we had Bone Crusher dazed; and everybody’s attention, I pointed my gun at his head.
“I have had a really fucked up day and this dumbass wanna fuck with me.” I punched Bone Crusher. “Now I’m looking for Lisa Benson!” I shouted.
Bobby punched Bone Crusher in the face and then kicked him in the nuts. He dropped to his knees. “Anybody seen her?”
“Anybody know where she is?” I shouted and hit Bone Crusher in the head with my gun. When nobody answered, Bobby hit Bone Crusher in the back of his head with the butt of his gun and the Crusher hit the floor face first and hard.
And that’s when I saw my girl sitting in a booth with another fine-ass woman.
Chapter Eighteen
Her name was Lillian, but everybody called her Babygirl. She grew up around the way, so I had known her for a long time. Babygirl was a hustler whose specialty was convincing dumb mutha fuckas that they wanted to give her all their money. And honestly, there wasn’t nobody better at that shit than Babygirl.
“What’s up, baby boy?” Babygirl asked as soon as I got to her table.
“Ain’t nothing, Lillian. What’s up with you?”
“What I tell you about calling me by my government name?” Babygirl turned to Bobby; he was sweating the woman that was with her. “What’s up, Bobby?”
“Wondering why you ain’t introduced me to your friend?”
Babygirl stood up and stepped closer to Bobby. Despite her size, Babygirl feared nothing and took shit from nobody.
“Because I promised her that I wouldn’t introduce her to no low down, dirty niggas today.”
“Then you definitely don’t want to introduce her to either of us,” Bobby said and slid in the booth next to her. “I’m Bobby Ray.”
“Knives.”
“What?”
“Call me Knives,” she said, and Bobby laughed.
“Why they call you that?” he asked still laughing.
“Because I will cut a nigga down to the white meat,” Knives said and me and Bobby laughed.
“Anyway,” I said and looked at Babygirl. “I’m looking for Lisa Benson.”
