trouble for you, man.”
“Yeah, right. Mu’fuckas like you don’t give a fuck who you bring down.”
“Listen, man. I got money,” Tony said, flashing thirteen crisp hundred-dollar bills.
“I don’t give a fuck about your money.”
Tony leaned toward Ruff and whispered. “Hey man, I need something to give this broad, so we can party all night.”
Ruff looked at Stacey for the first time. He smiled and she smiled back. “Is that your girl?”
“Something like that. But hell, you can have her. Just let me get something to get high with.”
Ruff took one more look at the beautiful Stacey and said, “I know I’m gonna probably regret fuckin’ with you. Y’all come on in.”
*** “A hustler!” Keisha said. “Why didn’t you tell me this in Miami?” “I don’t know. It just slipped my mind with all the hoopla,”
Dream replied.
“Girl, you know you should have told me that.”
“Yeah. He said he was a hustler,” Dream said as she took a sip
from her lemonade. She had visited Keisha because she needed someone to talk to. Jamal had called her several times since returning from Miami, but when she saw his number on the Caller ID, she let his call go to voice mail. She really wanted to see him again, though.
“Did he say what kind of hustler he was?”
Dream placed her glass on the coaster in front of her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, there are all kinds of hustles out here. He could be doing a lot of different things like washing cars, selling clothes, promoting concerts—all these things fall in the category of hustling. My point is, hustling doesn’t necessarily have to be illegal,” Keisha said.
“Well, Keisha, I don’t know exactly what he does for a living, but I very seriously doubt if the brother was washing cars he would be able to buy me a watch like this.” Dream held her arm in the air showing off the watch.
“How much did that thing cost?”
“A little more than $3,000.”
“Damn. And just think I was the one he sat beside on the plane. I should have batted my eyes a little harder,” Keisha teased.
“I didn’t ask him to buy me the watch.”
“Yeah, I believe your boy might be big time. Are you going to go out with him?”
“Should I?”
“I can’t answer that for you. All I can say is, don’t let your parents find out what he’s into if you do decide to go out with him.”
“Oh, hell no, never that,” Dream replied.
Their eyes met as Keisha took a quick sip of her drink before saying, “You really like this guy, don’t you?”
Dream tried hard to contain her smile, but it materialized like moonlight on a summer night.
“Look at you, blushing. You don’t have to say anything. I know what that look means. I’ve known you all of my life. What about DeVon?”
“What about him?”
“Girlfriend, you’ve got some major issues,” Keisha said.
***
Tony and Stacey had purchased an ounce of cocaine from Ruff. Stacey had to promise she would come back to see Ruff before he would let her out of the door—and that’s exactly what she did. At 12:45 P.M. the next day, Stacey, Mark, Jeremiah, and five other DEA officers raided Ruff’s residence with a search warrant issued by the federal magistrate.
When they kicked the door in, Ruff shouted, “What in the hell is going on here?” He stood in the middle of the living room wearing only a pair of white Fruit of the Loom underwear.
Jeremiah grabbed Ruff by his neck. He slammed him on the floor face down before cuffing him. “Stay down or I will blow your fuckin’ brains out.”
“Where’s your damn search warrant?” Ruff asked.
“Mr. Ruffin, I told you before I left that I was coming back to see you,” Stacey said, laughing.
“Bitch, you set me up!”
“Where’s the rest of the dope?” Mark asked.
Ruff turned from Stacey to Mark, and they made eye contact for the first time since the day Ruff’s money had been confiscated. “You’re the mu’fucka responsible for this shit?” Ruff asked.
“No, you’re
“Yeah, right. Mu’fuckas like you don’t give a fuck who you bring down.”
“Listen, man. I got money,” Tony said, flashing thirteen crisp hundred-dollar bills.
“I don’t give a fuck about your money.”
Tony leaned toward Ruff and whispered. “Hey man, I need something to give this broad, so we can party all night.”
Ruff looked at Stacey for the first time. He smiled and she smiled back. “Is that your girl?”
“Something like that. But hell, you can have her. Just let me get something to get high with.”
Ruff took one more look at the beautiful Stacey and said, “I know I’m gonna probably regret fuckin’ with you. Y’all come on in.”
*** “A hustler!” Keisha said. “Why didn’t you tell me this in Miami?” “I don’t know. It just slipped my mind with all the hoopla,”
Dream replied.
“Girl, you know you should have told me that.”
“Yeah. He said he was a hustler,” Dream said as she took a sip
from her lemonade. She had visited Keisha because she needed someone to talk to. Jamal had called her several times since returning from Miami, but when she saw his number on the Caller ID, she let his call go to voice mail. She really wanted to see him again, though.
“Did he say what kind of hustler he was?”
Dream placed her glass on the coaster in front of her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, there are all kinds of hustles out here. He could be doing a lot of different things like washing cars, selling clothes, promoting concerts—all these things fall in the category of hustling. My point is, hustling doesn’t necessarily have to be illegal,” Keisha said.
“Well, Keisha, I don’t know exactly what he does for a living, but I very seriously doubt if the brother was washing cars he would be able to buy me a watch like this.” Dream held her arm in the air showing off the watch.
“How much did that thing cost?”
“A little more than $3,000.”
“Damn. And just think I was the one he sat beside on the plane. I should have batted my eyes a little harder,” Keisha teased.
“I didn’t ask him to buy me the watch.”
“Yeah, I believe your boy might be big time. Are you going to go out with him?”
“Should I?”
“I can’t answer that for you. All I can say is, don’t let your parents find out what he’s into if you do decide to go out with him.”
“Oh, hell no, never that,” Dream replied.
Their eyes met as Keisha took a quick sip of her drink before saying, “You really like this guy, don’t you?”
Dream tried hard to contain her smile, but it materialized like moonlight on a summer night.
“Look at you, blushing. You don’t have to say anything. I know what that look means. I’ve known you all of my life. What about DeVon?”
“What about him?”
“Girlfriend, you’ve got some major issues,” Keisha said.
***
Tony and Stacey had purchased an ounce of cocaine from Ruff. Stacey had to promise she would come back to see Ruff before he would let her out of the door—and that’s exactly what she did. At 12:45 P.M. the next day, Stacey, Mark, Jeremiah, and five other DEA officers raided Ruff’s residence with a search warrant issued by the federal magistrate.
When they kicked the door in, Ruff shouted, “What in the hell is going on here?” He stood in the middle of the living room wearing only a pair of white Fruit of the Loom underwear.
Jeremiah grabbed Ruff by his neck. He slammed him on the floor face down before cuffing him. “Stay down or I will blow your fuckin’ brains out.”
“Where’s your damn search warrant?” Ruff asked.
“Mr. Ruffin, I told you before I left that I was coming back to see you,” Stacey said, laughing.
“Bitch, you set me up!”
“Where’s the rest of the dope?” Mark asked.
Ruff turned from Stacey to Mark, and they made eye contact for the first time since the day Ruff’s money had been confiscated. “You’re the mu’fucka responsible for this shit?” Ruff asked.
“No, you’re
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