Larceny by Jason Poole Page B

block. I felt there was no need for my routine. I jumped out of my car holding my Beretta, hoping and wishing that the perpetrators were still around, Damn, all I could think about was my fifty thousand dollars. That was all I had: fifty thousand and my car. With that fifty thousand, I was going to cop two bricks and flip them over so this bitch and me could go to the nearest Benz dealer to cop my 300CE.
    When I opened the door to the apartment, I saw that the place was a complete mess, and I knew my fifty thousand was gone. I ran toward the bedroom where I kept my money.
    â€œDee-Dee! Dee-Dee! I’m here. You a’ight?”
    â€œYeah, I’m fine. They just fucked my house up,” Dee-Dee said.
    When I went into the bedroom to check the vent where my money was, I saw that it was busted open. I knew my shit wasn’t there, but I still reached my hands in to make sure. As I took my hands out of the vent, my whole fucking world was crushed, and I instantly developed a supreme hatred for all cruddy niggas in the game. From this point on, I was going to make it my business to find out all the niggas in the city known for robbing and kidnapping. I was also going to make it my business to know where they hung out and who was down with their crew.
    Around 8:15 p.m., I got a page, and when I looked at it and saw that it was Mal-Mal, I remembered I had promised him I would light the fireworks with him. Even though I was fucked up and my money was gone, I still had to keep my loyalty to Bilal. I promised him that I’d take care of Mal-Mal, so I figured I’d go light the fireworks and sit over Gloria’s for a minute and get my thoughts together. I didn’t call Mal-Mal back. I figured I’d just pull up and surprise him.
    â€œDee-Dee,” I said.
    â€œWhat?” she said in a snappy way.
    â€œHere’s fifty dollars. Take a taxi over to your grandmother’s house,” I said.
    â€œFor what? Where you goin’?” she asked.
    â€œI’ve got something to do.”
    â€œJovan, how the fuck you just gonna leave after something like this?” Dee-Dee asked.
    â€œJust do what the fuck I said! Damn, your ass is always trippin’ and getting on my fuckin’ nerves!” I said.
    â€œWell, if I get on your nerves that bad, you can just move the fuck on and don’t ever come back!” Dee-Dee yelled.
    That was all I needed to hear. My fifty thousand was gone, the apartment had gotten broken into, and my 300CE was nowhere in the near future. I realized I didn’t need this naggin’-ass bitch no more. After all, I was only eighteen and she was talking about settling down. Shit, I hadn’t even begun to live my own life yet. Plus, I was broke again, and I had to get back out there and grind on the corner. The last thing a nigga who was trying to get his grind on needed was a broad who didn’t understand. So, I did what any nigga in my position would do: I packed my shit and left.
    As I walked out the door, Dee-Dee called me a million no-good-ass mu’fuckas. “You ain’t shit, Jovan. You too weak to have a strong woman like me! Fuck you, nigga. I hope you have bad luck all your life, you no-good, dirty bitch!”
    As I got into my car and pulled off, I had a smile on my face. Although I was mad about my fifty thousand, I was happy as hell to get Dee-Dee outta my life.
    On my way to see Mal-Mal, all I could do was think about how I was going to get back on. For one, I didn’t want anybody to know that my bank had gotten taken. Also, I didn’t want to get fronted nothin’. I liked to pay for my own shit. I wondered if I would have to sell my car and jewelry, because if I did, then niggas would put it out in the street that I was broke. Shit, I didn’t know what to do. I needed some time to sit back and think.
    As I pulled up onto Twelfth Street, I saw a bunch of flashing lights and a lot of people standing around. Some were