Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George Page B

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    â€œYo, go give Fresh that fifteen real quick,” Pooh said as he doubled-parked in front of the warehouse.
    When Pop made it to the front of the warehouse, Rusty was right there waiting for him.
    â€œIt’s all there,” Pop said, handing Rusty the garbage bag containing the money.
    â€œFresh would like to have a word with you,” Rusty said as he led the way to Fresh’s office.
    â€œWhat’s good with you, youngin’?” Fresh asked, sitting behind his desk.
    â€œAin’t shit just out here getting this money,” Pop responded, helping himself to a seat.
    â€œI hear you been handling yourself well out there on the streets.”
    â€œI just try to do my part,” Pop said.
    â€œBullshit, word on the streets is this nigga laying down order,” Rusty cut in.
    â€œGood, that’s what we need; without order we will have disorder and disorder leads to conflict and we trying to do without conflict, you dig?” Fresh stated plainly.
    â€œThe reason I called you in here is because I like what you been doing on those streets. Keep it up and I might give you a promotion,” Fresh told him.
    â€œThat’s what’s up,” Pop said excitedly. “I appreciate it.”
    â€œAnd you the employee of the month,” Rusty cut in again, slapping $500 dollars in Pop’s hand.
    â€œYou family now, B. If you ever need something, all you have to do is ask, we take care of our own around here,” Fresh said firmly.
    â€œI feel you, looking for everything especially the opportunity,” Pop said as he gave Fresh and Rusty both a pound, then made his exit.
    â€œThat little nigga got heart,” Rusty said as he strapped on his bulletproof vest and loaded his 12-gauge shotgun.
    â€œYou ready?” Fresh asked.
    â€œI’m always ready to take some of Bamboo’s money,” Rusty chuckled as the two men hopped in the all-black Denali and pulled off.
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    When Pop finally made it back to the projects, he wasn’t quite ready to go upstairs so he just sat on the bench, enjoying the night air. As he sat on the bench chilling he saw Nika coming in his direction.
    â€œWhy you sitting over here all by yourself?” she asked.
    â€œI was sitting here waiting for you, hoping you walked past,” Pop joked on some lover-boy shit.
    â€œYou are such a liar,” Nika said as she sat down next to Pop. “What you doing later on?”
    â€œNothing,” Pop responded. “Why, what’s good?”
    â€œI was wondering if you wanted to keep me company later,” Nika threw the question out there. She was afraid that he might not be interested. She hoped that Pop wasn’t the type of dude who would hit it and quit it.
    â€œNo doubt we can definitely hook up later,” he assured her.
    Before Pop could say another word he saw Teresa coming his way looking like a bum.
    She wore a stained-filled Newport T-shirt along with some orange shorts and a pair of blue run-down skippies to complete her outfit. Not to mention her hair looked like stir-fried shit.
    â€œSo is this where the fuck you be at all day long?” Teresa growled. “Sitting here on the bench not doing shit all day?”
    â€œWhy are you bothering me?” Pop huffed. Embarrassment filled him as he stared angrily at Teresa. He could feel Nika’s eyes staring at him, but he didn’t look her way.
    â€œI ain’t start to bothering you yet,” Teresa said, putting her hands all up in Pop’s face.
    â€œYo, back the fuck up out his face with all that,” Nika said, hopping up off the bench.
    â€œBitch, I will tear your little ass up out here,” Teresa shot back, trying to get her hands on the ghetto girl.
    â€œYo, chill,” Pop said, holding his moms back.
    â€œYou better go hold that bitch before I whip the both of you. How dare you let her talk to your mother like that,” Teresa said as