out.
Chapter 9
When it rains it pours, K thought as he shot pool in the local bar on the strip. He had bailed Lonnie out for $2500, but his crib was on shutdown. For the past two days Rat and Fat had been parked on the corner of Lonnie’s block in their patrol car. Lonnie had only had a slow quiet little hustle until K started hitting him off with the slabs that made the traffic run crazy. Gwen was scared and rightfully so , because they had trashed her house. The worst part of the whole situation was how they had drilled Lonnie with questions about K. But, Lonnie was a soldier, and stood strong.
“Somebody been doing some serious talking,” Lonnie had told K on the day he bailed him out.
K had decided to throwback a couple of shots and shoots a couple games of eight-ball. His problems were beginning to $tack on top of each other and he needed to revise his game plan. Last night he had went by Norma’s house to pick up his money and when he pulled up there was an ambulance and two police cars in the driveway. His first thought was that it was a robbery gone wrong. He figured it was only a matter of time before the stick-up kids would try their hand.
Naturally he di dn’t feel that it was in his bes t interest to stop, so he sent a fiend that was up the street to be nosy. He waited up the block until the fiend returned, impatiently fearing the worst.
“They said Norma Od’d on h eroin. She aint dead yet but it’s not looking good,” the fiend said as he returned with an update.
K only had 2G’s tied up in the spot because the goldmine had slowly begun to fall off. He knew Norma was a h eroin addict, but when she had started to work for him it wasn’t a problem. But the more money, she made the heavier her habit become. It had gotten to the point where she was too fucked-up nodding out to handle business.
So now two of his main spots were pretty much shut down, and the boys in blue were inquiring about his business.
“Twelve ball, two rails, cross corner,” he stated as he sank the shot like he could have done it with his eye’s close.
“Oh it’s like that ? If you miss it’s over,” said M oney Al, who was playing K.
“Oh, I hear you yappin , but I done won four of the last six and one of the two you won I scratched on the 8 ball,” said K.
K knew once he got in his groove he was unstoppable. The small crowd of about 20 afternoon occupants were broke off into about six small groups, all obviously discussing something criminal. Outside of K wanting to relieve some stress, he did have another purpose for being in the bar. Dante had called him three hours earlier from a 610 area code. He said he was on his way back and he had good news. K really needed some good news. Just as he was about to seal the deal with an 8-ball bank shot, skulls and Darkside entered the bar. K had told him where he would be.
Dark and Skulls gave dap and acknowledgements to the usual suspects as they made their way to the rear of the bar where the pool table was located. K gave a quick greeting to Skulls, handed him his pool stick and motioned for Dark to come with him to a table in the corner.
As they sat down the barmaid approached the table.
“What up thickness? My next drink on you,” Dark asked the 5 foot 11 inch 240 pound barmaid.
“That all depends on how you gon pay me back,” said the barmaid that everyone knew as Thumper. She had gotten her name from many sources.
The first being her fight game was crazy.
“Girl you crazy as hell! Bring me and my man 2 Heinekens,” said Dante and slapped her hard across her extra wide ass.
She took off smiling, but not before giving him the evil eye and getting some kind of confirmation of a time they would hook up later. Everybody knew Dark had
Chapter 9
When it rains it pours, K thought as he shot pool in the local bar on the strip. He had bailed Lonnie out for $2500, but his crib was on shutdown. For the past two days Rat and Fat had been parked on the corner of Lonnie’s block in their patrol car. Lonnie had only had a slow quiet little hustle until K started hitting him off with the slabs that made the traffic run crazy. Gwen was scared and rightfully so , because they had trashed her house. The worst part of the whole situation was how they had drilled Lonnie with questions about K. But, Lonnie was a soldier, and stood strong.
“Somebody been doing some serious talking,” Lonnie had told K on the day he bailed him out.
K had decided to throwback a couple of shots and shoots a couple games of eight-ball. His problems were beginning to $tack on top of each other and he needed to revise his game plan. Last night he had went by Norma’s house to pick up his money and when he pulled up there was an ambulance and two police cars in the driveway. His first thought was that it was a robbery gone wrong. He figured it was only a matter of time before the stick-up kids would try their hand.
Naturally he di dn’t feel that it was in his bes t interest to stop, so he sent a fiend that was up the street to be nosy. He waited up the block until the fiend returned, impatiently fearing the worst.
“They said Norma Od’d on h eroin. She aint dead yet but it’s not looking good,” the fiend said as he returned with an update.
K only had 2G’s tied up in the spot because the goldmine had slowly begun to fall off. He knew Norma was a h eroin addict, but when she had started to work for him it wasn’t a problem. But the more money, she made the heavier her habit become. It had gotten to the point where she was too fucked-up nodding out to handle business.
So now two of his main spots were pretty much shut down, and the boys in blue were inquiring about his business.
“Twelve ball, two rails, cross corner,” he stated as he sank the shot like he could have done it with his eye’s close.
“Oh it’s like that ? If you miss it’s over,” said M oney Al, who was playing K.
“Oh, I hear you yappin , but I done won four of the last six and one of the two you won I scratched on the 8 ball,” said K.
K knew once he got in his groove he was unstoppable. The small crowd of about 20 afternoon occupants were broke off into about six small groups, all obviously discussing something criminal. Outside of K wanting to relieve some stress, he did have another purpose for being in the bar. Dante had called him three hours earlier from a 610 area code. He said he was on his way back and he had good news. K really needed some good news. Just as he was about to seal the deal with an 8-ball bank shot, skulls and Darkside entered the bar. K had told him where he would be.
Dark and Skulls gave dap and acknowledgements to the usual suspects as they made their way to the rear of the bar where the pool table was located. K gave a quick greeting to Skulls, handed him his pool stick and motioned for Dark to come with him to a table in the corner.
As they sat down the barmaid approached the table.
“What up thickness? My next drink on you,” Dark asked the 5 foot 11 inch 240 pound barmaid.
“That all depends on how you gon pay me back,” said the barmaid that everyone knew as Thumper. She had gotten her name from many sources.
The first being her fight game was crazy.
“Girl you crazy as hell! Bring me and my man 2 Heinekens,” said Dante and slapped her hard across her extra wide ass.
She took off smiling, but not before giving him the evil eye and getting some kind of confirmation of a time they would hook up later. Everybody knew Dark had
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