her. “But whenever I see him, I always ask about the two children that he has with you. How are they, anyway?”
Toy lit up and then went in her jacket and pulled out a photo of the kids and began rambling on. Fabiola didn't care, but she played along. She knew that Toy was practice for when she'd really have to deal with the paparazzi and the haters alike.
“Man, I am about to get the fuck out of here,” Spade said to Tonk as they stood in the middle of the hall. “Pretty much my work here now is done since I know Pops is alive. It's time for me to get the fuck out of here so I can try to find out exactly what the fuck happened.” He adjusted his New York Yankees baseball cap. “I'm going to check a few traps and the crap house. You know gossip come through that motherfucker like a barbershop or a hair salon, so I'm going to see what people talking about.”
They both chuckled in agreement.
“Well, I ain't going nowhere. You know I am fucked up already that I was not by his side and a nigga got him. I damn sho ain't leaving his side and let a nigga tear him off.”
“I swear, it ain't no security up in this bitch, and the li'l toy cops they got ain't shit.”
“We”
—Tonk pointed to himself then Spade—“security for that nigga laying in there.”
“No doubt. But look, you take the first shift and I'll be next shift until we get a read about what's really going on, and 'til we know that he ain't in no further danger.”
“Look young'un, he's a powerful man, he's always in danger. You know that.”
“I do, but especially now, we gotta hold this shit down until further notice. So, let's do that shit in twelve-hour hits.”
“A'ight, I got the first, and find out what you can.”
Spade lowered his voice even more. “Who is that bitch over there with the yellow shirt and ball on top of her head?” He motioned with his neck toward Fabiola. “I ain't never seen her before. As fine as she is, I would remember.”
Tonk took a look.
Fabiola saw them both look at her and smiled a little as she pretended to be genuinely interested in what Toy had to say.
“She look familiar but I'm not sure. I think that she's the singer chick that your pops gave her family the house on Twenty-eighth. Maybe she here wondering if they gone get kicked out or something.”
Spade looked at her. “I seen her hanging around for a while. She wouldn't have been here that long as pretty as she is if Pops didn't have a vested interest in her.”
“She is a pretty young thing, but you know your pops ain't interested in nothing young but a piece of chicken.”
“As pretty as she is, maybe Pops is changing his ways.” Spade continued to admire Fabiola.
“No, I don't see it,” he assured Spade.
“But you can't be sure, since you didn't see him going out last night alone either.”
Tonk took offense. “That's a low blow.”
“No offense. I know you love Pops but I am about to get this motherfucker and beat the block. Let me know if you know hear anything.”
“You know I will.”
Fabiola ended her conversation with Toy after Spade walked off. Tonk was walking down the hall away from the crowd and Fabiola wanted to catch up with him, but another person got in her way.
This time it was the chick dressed like the pregnant nun that approached him.
“I know this is a bad time, but do you happen to know the combination to the safe that Casino keeps at my house? I need to pay some of the bills that Casino normally takes care of.”
“Fuck naw, I don't know the combination to any safe anywhere. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.” Tonk was amazed at how these money-hungry bitches were scheming while Casino waslying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. “I do know this, though: I'll be by your place tonight to pick up that safe until I get word to do different—and it better be there when I show up.”
“Excuse me, Miss,” Jake said to the pregnant nun. “I need to talk to Tonk.” She rolled her eyes and
Toy lit up and then went in her jacket and pulled out a photo of the kids and began rambling on. Fabiola didn't care, but she played along. She knew that Toy was practice for when she'd really have to deal with the paparazzi and the haters alike.
“Man, I am about to get the fuck out of here,” Spade said to Tonk as they stood in the middle of the hall. “Pretty much my work here now is done since I know Pops is alive. It's time for me to get the fuck out of here so I can try to find out exactly what the fuck happened.” He adjusted his New York Yankees baseball cap. “I'm going to check a few traps and the crap house. You know gossip come through that motherfucker like a barbershop or a hair salon, so I'm going to see what people talking about.”
They both chuckled in agreement.
“Well, I ain't going nowhere. You know I am fucked up already that I was not by his side and a nigga got him. I damn sho ain't leaving his side and let a nigga tear him off.”
“I swear, it ain't no security up in this bitch, and the li'l toy cops they got ain't shit.”
“We”
—Tonk pointed to himself then Spade—“security for that nigga laying in there.”
“No doubt. But look, you take the first shift and I'll be next shift until we get a read about what's really going on, and 'til we know that he ain't in no further danger.”
“Look young'un, he's a powerful man, he's always in danger. You know that.”
“I do, but especially now, we gotta hold this shit down until further notice. So, let's do that shit in twelve-hour hits.”
“A'ight, I got the first, and find out what you can.”
Spade lowered his voice even more. “Who is that bitch over there with the yellow shirt and ball on top of her head?” He motioned with his neck toward Fabiola. “I ain't never seen her before. As fine as she is, I would remember.”
Tonk took a look.
Fabiola saw them both look at her and smiled a little as she pretended to be genuinely interested in what Toy had to say.
“She look familiar but I'm not sure. I think that she's the singer chick that your pops gave her family the house on Twenty-eighth. Maybe she here wondering if they gone get kicked out or something.”
Spade looked at her. “I seen her hanging around for a while. She wouldn't have been here that long as pretty as she is if Pops didn't have a vested interest in her.”
“She is a pretty young thing, but you know your pops ain't interested in nothing young but a piece of chicken.”
“As pretty as she is, maybe Pops is changing his ways.” Spade continued to admire Fabiola.
“No, I don't see it,” he assured Spade.
“But you can't be sure, since you didn't see him going out last night alone either.”
Tonk took offense. “That's a low blow.”
“No offense. I know you love Pops but I am about to get this motherfucker and beat the block. Let me know if you know hear anything.”
“You know I will.”
Fabiola ended her conversation with Toy after Spade walked off. Tonk was walking down the hall away from the crowd and Fabiola wanted to catch up with him, but another person got in her way.
This time it was the chick dressed like the pregnant nun that approached him.
“I know this is a bad time, but do you happen to know the combination to the safe that Casino keeps at my house? I need to pay some of the bills that Casino normally takes care of.”
“Fuck naw, I don't know the combination to any safe anywhere. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.” Tonk was amazed at how these money-hungry bitches were scheming while Casino waslying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. “I do know this, though: I'll be by your place tonight to pick up that safe until I get word to do different—and it better be there when I show up.”
“Excuse me, Miss,” Jake said to the pregnant nun. “I need to talk to Tonk.” She rolled her eyes and
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