Carl Weber's Kingpins by Clifford “Spud” Johnson

later.”
    â€œWhat’s up with hittin’ the strip club for lunch?” asked Prince.
    â€œThat’s straight. I’ll meet you there around one. I’ll holla,” Flamboyant said as he went back to his truck and left his block.
    As soon as Flamboyant pulled in the Southeast Fifteen Street apartments he saw his man Milo beating the shit out of somebody. He quickly got out of his truck and ran over to see what the hell was going on. When he made it to where Milo was stomping on some dude he asked, “What the fuck you doin’, Milo?”
    Without stopping his beat down Milo said, “This. Nigga. Beat. Me. Out. Of. Three. Zips. And. For. That. He. Has. To. Pay. Flam,” Milo replied as he continued to stomp the hell out of his victim.
    Flamboyant let Milo do his thing for a few more minutes then said, “A’ight, dog, your point is made. Let that nigga live so he can get you your money. A dead nigga can’t pay no debts.”
    Milo laughed and said, “You right!” He then kicked the poor guy one last time and said, “Get my money, nigga, or the next time I swear to God I’m finishin’ yo’ ass! Fuck the money. I’ll pay for my losses out my pocket!”
    Flamboyant shook his head from side to side and said, “Come on, crazy man. Let’s go chop it up a li’l.”
    Milo fell in step with Flamboyant and said, “What got you on my side of the south this morning?”
    â€œJust makin’ sure that everything is good. Wifey went to school so I thought I’d get out and about.”
    â€œRight. What’s up with this Miami trip I been hearin’ ’bout? Any truth to the rumor?”
    Flamboyant smiled and said, “Yeah, it’s true. When I get everything sorted out you’ll be notified.”
    â€œHow we all gon’ bounce out to Miami and keep this machine runnin’?”
    â€œEverybody ain’t rollin’ with us. Just the capos of the team. You, Prince, Wave, Ken, Gunna, myself, and Wifey.”
    â€œWifey? Damn, nigga, you in mad love for real! You takin’ Wifey to Miami where some of the baddest hoes in the world live? That’s got to be some deep love.”
    â€œYou sound like that nigga Prince with that shit. It is what it is, dog. I ain’t givin’ a fuck ’bout no other broads as long as I got Wifey with me. ’Em Miami hoes ain’t got nothin’ on Shayla.”
    Milo shrugged his shoulders and said, “Whatever. But, still, how is everything going to be handled while we’re out?”
    â€œWhat, your soldiers can’t keep the block up and runnin’ over a weekend?”
    â€œThat won’t be a problem. As long as I got plenty of work for them they’ll make that fuckin’ money.”
    â€œYou already know you won’t have to worry about that. I’ll make sure that everyone is properly stocked.”
    â€œSo when is the trip jumpin’ off?” Milo asked.
    â€œFourth of July weekend. Like I said, I’ll notify you when everything is everything. Now, how’s shit over this way?”
    â€œGood. The traps are clockin’ more during the late night so I shut ’em down during the day. Ain’t no need for all of that traffic during daylight hours.”
    â€œAin’t you missin’ money by doin’ that?”
    â€œNah, ’cause I have my boys out here handlin’ all sales. I ain’t missin’ no money that comes through here. Them X pills are fuckin’ hot! I can’t seem to keep ’em bitches. As a matter of fact I’m gon’ need you to slide me some more later on.”
    â€œHit Prince when you’re ready and he’ll come through and hook you up. What up with that Indo? Is it bomb?”
    â€œIs it? Nigga, I’m ’bout to roll up some of that fire now. You tryin’ to get high with me this mornin’, Flam?” Milo asked and started