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Humph, I thought, they ’bout to fry that ass up real good. This bitch is goin’ to the furnace!
“Kat, girl, you still there?” Chanel asked, flickin’ back to me.
“Yeah, ho. I shoulda hung up on ya freak-nasty ass.”
“Whatever,” she said, laughin’. “Ain’t this some shit?”
“Not really,” I said, turnin’ the TV off. I had enough. “She knew the shit came with risks. She knows enough chicks who done got caught up in that shit to know shit ain’t sweet. But she still got down with it. So, I can’t feel no kinda way ’bout it. She gets what she gets. And they ’bout to bring it
to that bitch’s head.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up, Kat. She’s ’posed to be ya girl ’n shit.”
“The fuck she is,” I snapped. “Not after findin’ out that bitch was fuckin’ Naheem.”
“Oh, damn, my bad. That shit slipped my mind.”
“Well, it didn’t slip mine,” I said. “That bitch got just what the fuck she deserved. I wish I coulda dropped her ass first. But it’s all good. I’ma be front and center when that bitch gets sentenced, trust. And then I’ma go pay her ass a visit when they ship her ass up the river—and knock her dead in her grill.”
“Oooh, Kat, you wouldn’t,” Chanel said, shocked.
“Then I guess you don’t really know me. That slut crossed the line. It woulda been different if I didn’t know the bitch, but she was frontin’ like we were all fly ’n whatnot. Oh, no, that bitch got a ass whippin’ comin’ to her special delivery.”
“I wonder if she’s gonna be able to post bail.”
“Probably not,” I said. “That ho was too busy splurgin’ on bullshit to be thinkin’ ’bout stackin’ her ends. All I know is the bitch had better not call me askin’ for no change to help her with shit—especially not after findin’ out ’bout her and Naheem—’cause the answer is gonna be Hell, muthafuckin’ no, trick-ass bitch! I don’t support or sponsor stupidity. And I damn sure ain’t gonna ride with a bitch who had the dick of a nigga I was fuckin’ with stuck down in her throat. Fuck what ya heard. Anyway, if a bitch gonna ride dirty, then a bitch better have her paper stacked and a legal team all lined up and ready to roll, in case her ass gets popped.”
“I heard that,” Chanel said, soundin’ like she was deep in thought. She was probably feelin’ sorry for the ho.
“Look, let me get off this phone. I’ma take a few hits off this blunt, then take it down. Call me tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch or somethin’ one day this week.”
“Now that sounds like a plan,” she said. I could almost see her greedy ass droolin’. “You treatin’, right?”
“Damn, bitch,” I replied, laughin’. “You always tryna get a handout. I need to start puttin’ ya man-eatin’ ass out on the stroll.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she said, laughin’.
As soon as I hung up from her the Kat line started ringin’. I rolled my eyes, takin’ a deep breath.
“Yes, Cash,” I answered.
“I got a day trip; you want it?”
“Where?” I asked, lightin’ my blunt, takin’ two long pulls, then blowin’ the smoke out slowly.
“Baltimore. And I need for you to be able to get in and get out, not try to turn the shit into a week-long production.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, nigga.”
“I’m serious, Kat. The nigga done fucked up some major paper and the cats he crossed want his ass fried, ASAP. He’s down in B-more for some type of meeting.”
“When you need it done?”
“Tomorrow night at the latest.”
“Send me the paperwork with my money,” I said, puffin’ on the blunt. Damn this shit was good. I blew smoke outta the side of my mouth. Although I wasn’t in the mood for fuckin, maybe I’d suck the nigga’s dick, or just get my pussy ate out. I just hoped his grill wasn’t wrecked and his body was on point. I hated them fat, nasty-lookin’ muhfuckas with the big-ass titties, double-wide stomachs, and tiny link-sausage dicks. Humph. “I hope you not sendin’ me no bullshit either.”
He laughed.
