potentially get me killed. That girl was unstable for real. I knew my family was going crazy. I had to find a way to let them know I was good.
(Door Unlocking)
Mia came in the room looking all sad and shit. Lights, camera, action!
“What’s good, baby? Come here and give daddy a kiss.”
“Baby, I’m sad.”
I knew what she wanted. I just had to play it cool and comfort her. Once she explained why she was sad, I knew this was my one chance to gain her trust. Not only could I gain her trust, but I could get paid in the process. What? You’re probably thinking . . . how could I be thinking about money at a time like this right? Because after I kill this bitch, it’s still money out there to be made.
“If I let you out of the basement, will you promise not to leave me?”
Got her! I was going to play it cool; but when I got what I needed from her ass, it was lights out bitch!
Chapter 19
Young Meech
I can’t believe the big homie has been missing for this along. Poohman been on beast mode. I ain’t never seen that nigga that mad.
(Ring, Ring)
I looked at my phone and saw that it was Money Man.
“Yo, bruh!”
“Nigger, get over here ASAP!”
“What’s wrong? We got beef?”
“This crackhead named Freddie just came and tried to sell Jaw’s chain.”
“WHAT? Where he get it from?”
“He said some hoe down the street on 42nd walked up to him and gave it to him.”
“I’m on my way. Don’t move ‘til I get there.”
(20 minutes later)
I walked in the spot ready for action.
“Money, don’t you think we should call Boo and yo momma?”
“For what? We got this. The nigga in the basement.”
When we walked down stairs, I couldn’t hold the laugh that busted out of my mouth. Outlaw was a little terror. He was down there slapping the shit out of the old man.
“Shut up! (Slap) Punk ass nigga! (Slap). You better not be lying.” (Slap, Slap)
“Man, Outlaw, fall back, killa.”
I walked up to the old man who looked like he was about to have a heart attack. When he saw me, he started pleading his cases.
“I swear, Young, I didn’t steal the chain. The girl gave it to me.”
“Can you take us to the crib?”
“Yes, please just don’t let that lil’ nigga slap me no more. My gah damn face hurt!” (Slap).
“Shut up, nigga.”
Me and Money Man fell out laughing.
“Chill, Outlaw. Untie him. Don’t try no funny shit, Freddie.”
We all jumped in my truck and drove down to 42nd street. As soon as I hit the block, I asked Freddie to show me where the crib was.
“It’s red and white.”
I was about to say something until I heard . . . (Slap).
“All these houses red and white, mothafucker.”
Outlaw slapped the poor man again.
“You gotta do better than. that. What else you remember?”
“It was a black Lexus in the drive way.”
I looked at Money Man.
“Do you know what type of car she drives?”
“I know it’s black. That’s all I remember. You know I smoke hella weed. I can barely remember the days of the week, Young.”
We decided to park in the middle of the block and wait. Freddie started rocking back and forth getting on my nerves.
“Quit fucking rocking, dude!”
“I need my fix. Let me get a dub, Young?”
“Outlaw, give him a dub.”
When Outlaw gave him the work, I couldn’t believe that nigga whipped out his crack pipe and was about to flame up.
“Whoa, what the fuck? Get the fuck out.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you didn’t need me.” (Slap)
Outlaw slapped him the back of his head so hard that his head bounced off of the window. “Damn,” was all I could say. He jumped out and ran into a house not too far from where we were parked. I knew this was going to be a long day.
“Money Man, roll something.”
I figured I’d play catch-up with my crew since we ain’t been kicking it like that.
“Money, what’s good, bruh?”
“Shit, chasing that almighty dollar. The spot over here been juking.”
“That’s what’s up. You
(Door Unlocking)
Mia came in the room looking all sad and shit. Lights, camera, action!
“What’s good, baby? Come here and give daddy a kiss.”
“Baby, I’m sad.”
I knew what she wanted. I just had to play it cool and comfort her. Once she explained why she was sad, I knew this was my one chance to gain her trust. Not only could I gain her trust, but I could get paid in the process. What? You’re probably thinking . . . how could I be thinking about money at a time like this right? Because after I kill this bitch, it’s still money out there to be made.
“If I let you out of the basement, will you promise not to leave me?”
Got her! I was going to play it cool; but when I got what I needed from her ass, it was lights out bitch!
Chapter 19
Young Meech
I can’t believe the big homie has been missing for this along. Poohman been on beast mode. I ain’t never seen that nigga that mad.
(Ring, Ring)
I looked at my phone and saw that it was Money Man.
“Yo, bruh!”
“Nigger, get over here ASAP!”
“What’s wrong? We got beef?”
“This crackhead named Freddie just came and tried to sell Jaw’s chain.”
“WHAT? Where he get it from?”
“He said some hoe down the street on 42nd walked up to him and gave it to him.”
“I’m on my way. Don’t move ‘til I get there.”
(20 minutes later)
I walked in the spot ready for action.
“Money, don’t you think we should call Boo and yo momma?”
“For what? We got this. The nigga in the basement.”
When we walked down stairs, I couldn’t hold the laugh that busted out of my mouth. Outlaw was a little terror. He was down there slapping the shit out of the old man.
“Shut up! (Slap) Punk ass nigga! (Slap). You better not be lying.” (Slap, Slap)
“Man, Outlaw, fall back, killa.”
I walked up to the old man who looked like he was about to have a heart attack. When he saw me, he started pleading his cases.
“I swear, Young, I didn’t steal the chain. The girl gave it to me.”
“Can you take us to the crib?”
“Yes, please just don’t let that lil’ nigga slap me no more. My gah damn face hurt!” (Slap).
“Shut up, nigga.”
Me and Money Man fell out laughing.
“Chill, Outlaw. Untie him. Don’t try no funny shit, Freddie.”
We all jumped in my truck and drove down to 42nd street. As soon as I hit the block, I asked Freddie to show me where the crib was.
“It’s red and white.”
I was about to say something until I heard . . . (Slap).
“All these houses red and white, mothafucker.”
Outlaw slapped the poor man again.
“You gotta do better than. that. What else you remember?”
“It was a black Lexus in the drive way.”
I looked at Money Man.
“Do you know what type of car she drives?”
“I know it’s black. That’s all I remember. You know I smoke hella weed. I can barely remember the days of the week, Young.”
We decided to park in the middle of the block and wait. Freddie started rocking back and forth getting on my nerves.
“Quit fucking rocking, dude!”
“I need my fix. Let me get a dub, Young?”
“Outlaw, give him a dub.”
When Outlaw gave him the work, I couldn’t believe that nigga whipped out his crack pipe and was about to flame up.
“Whoa, what the fuck? Get the fuck out.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you didn’t need me.” (Slap)
Outlaw slapped him the back of his head so hard that his head bounced off of the window. “Damn,” was all I could say. He jumped out and ran into a house not too far from where we were parked. I knew this was going to be a long day.
“Money Man, roll something.”
I figured I’d play catch-up with my crew since we ain’t been kicking it like that.
“Money, what’s good, bruh?”
“Shit, chasing that almighty dollar. The spot over here been juking.”
“That’s what’s up. You