In two whole days I ain't sold a bitch ass thing. I haven't even left the house. Just sitting here looking ugly with 10 pounds in my closet.
"Boy you lame as hell" I told myself. I had to really sit here and do this shit right. I was sitting on some real deal cash.
Looking in my closet reminded me of why I definitely needed this shit. No new gear. No new kicks. I don't even got a phone. All that shit bout to change though.
It was Sunday and here In the Lene we hit the park. So I would definitely need to make me some money today.
I put on what I had. A pair of old forces. My trues a white tee and my 40.
I was finishing up when my door bell rang. Gino was with my momma somewhere so there was no reason for anybody to be here.
" the fuck here at 1 in the afternoon. Mfkas don't got jobs"
"Oh fuck" i said when I seen who it was.
Bre was my lil friend before I got locked up. She was my best friend. Still is my best friend. She gave me my first kiss. Held my hand for the first time. And I know I'm about to catch hell for not telling her I was home.
It took for her to ring the bell again for me to finally open the door.
"Fuck me huh" she said. Hands on hips head cocked to the side. Eyes green as emeralds. Hair long as Treadway. Skin olive and clear. Teeth white and straight. Ass on poke. Damn Bre got bad.
"Man it ain't even like that. I just had to get right. Wanna come in?"
"Who all in there"?
"Moms and Gino out somewhere it's just me"
I replied.
She stepped in and her walk wind hit me like a damn mac truck. It was a mixture of shea butter, lavender and kush. She smelled good as hell.
Her jeans sagged around her slim waist. You could see the word pink written across the top of her panties. Her belly button ring had the letter "G" on it. I didn't say nothing though it could mean anything.
"This place look the same as the last time I was here. What your 13th birthday." Bre said.
"Yeah I think so. You know she don't mess around up here. Momma got all new shit back there"
"So….What was it like In there. Why couldn't you get visits the last year. Mercedes said something about you getting into a fight"
Bre sounded concerned for me. Bre wasn't even the type to show emotions or let shit get to her it's why we clicked so fast when we were younger.
"Yea you get into shit they'll take ya privileges and that's really all you was allowed to do was shoot letters" I said.
"Do you have any plans. I mean enjoy your freedom but what are you gone be doing?"
"I mean I guess get a job" I lied. I was about to sew it up.
"Lie again stupid. And why it smell like weed In Here. You got some gas my boy"? Bre said looking at me like I was crazy.
"Type of damn nose you got"? I asked. Because I haven't smoked yet. I bought woods but been thinking so much I ain't even try to roll nothing.
"The good ones. What you working with."
"Yo ass high now huh?" I said laughing.
"Boy stay lit. I be so high I forget I'm high and get higher."
I trusted Bre. She ain't ever showed me no wrong. Plus it's time to stunt anyway.
"I got a little sumn. Why you tryna grab some or you just tryna smoke up a nigga shit?"
"I'm definitely about to smoke up all yo shit nigga. I better get my weed for free. You didn't even come see me" Bre said
I couldn't stop smiling as I walked to the back of my house. I never been the stunting type but I've been around big deal playas In the game. I've been around real deal hustle minded niggas who lived they life on the edge.
I had the work. I had to get the clientele. I had the girl maybe, I needed the gear. I need a whip. I need my own shit. I can't sit around and wait for it to come to me. That much I knew.
Bre~
Just how I thought. This nigga came home fine as hell. We was inseparable before his ass got caught up. I know Tay our friend and he was gone ride with him, but I was really hurt when they left.
Now he home all I can think about is these hoes that's gone try to slide up on him. I gotta show this nigga I'm it. I had to calm down. Gianni was one of them niggas you knew was gone be great. And one false move and this nigga gone in the wind.
The sound of my name mixed with the Cuban and Black accent G had made me moist. Thoughts of him clouded my mind. Images turned into mini movies as I replayed the memories in my head.
The fact that I don't know this new person but I do at the same time intrigued me. His smell the way he walks the way he brushes his hair and the way he looks at me.
He's always looked at me with the type of eyes that would kill a nigga for looking at me back . Touching me talkng to me. I always felt me and Gianni had a connection.
"Gianni why do you have all this" I asked.
He had atleast 8 pounds in there.
"Tron. He gave it to me told me I was good I ain't have to pay him back."
"I mean I get my bud from his boy Stick so I know you got some good. Why would Tron give you so much though." I asked.
"Yea. I don't know. Then he linked up wit this fuck nigga Doughboy."
My legs got stiff. My heart skipped a few beats and I could feel the veins in my neck pop. I hate to even hear that bitch niggas name.
"Doe. From Tre angles? Man you might wanna tell Tron chill on that nigga. It's niggas putting bread on his head. It was some niggas from Dallas just out here looking for him" I said.
Gianni got quite. The way he was lookkg at me said it all. And I knew what he was about to ask next.
"How you know that nigga?" Gianni asked
Yeah I fucked wit Doe. He was my boyfriend for years and I wasn't about to tell him that. Being around Doe for them years I learned to keep shit P. I learned how to lie and manipulate. I learned how to be a nigga.
"Typical streets talking shit. You know how it go. Just how I heard you was out here looking at Mexican bitches"
He knew he was caught. All he could do was laugh
"Yeah. She knew me and you was close before you left. But anyways. Ion trust Doe and Tron shouldn't either."
"Yeah. You know ain't no talking with Tron. I already tried to lace him up. Only nigga he listened to was Tay." Gianni replied.
My bitch Lay was calling me and this bitch only call me to gossip or get some weed and we already gossiped today.
"Yeah we on the way"
G~
"Who was that" I asked Bre. She was just telling folks we was on the way. I wasn't about to go around nobody dusty.
"That was my bitch Alayah she need some bud and you just became our new weed man" Bre laughed.
I don't know nobody name Alayah but if she needed some green I didn't care to know her. I needed to get a jump start on getting this shit gone and Bre showed up right on time.
"392 huh. What the fuck you out here doing?" I asked getting settled into the dodge charger. Instead of SRT she had BRE embroidered in her head rest. The orange paint complemented the peanut butter guts. This made Bre even more sexy to me.
"Well you was gone but my dad died and I had some money he left me. You know I really didn't have a relationship with him but when I went to his funeral there was a lawyer there ready to talk to me"
Bre's tone only let me know further the truth that was behind her and her dads relationship. When we were younger she barley saw him but he made sure she was straight.
"Damn Bre. I didn't know. Momma didn't tell me or nothing. I'm sorry" I said.
She just shrugged her shoulders. In a shit happens manner. I guess I can relate cause my pops left us too. Idk if he dead or not I just know he dead to me.
We talked about our past our present and what we had planned for the future.
"I honestly don't know what ima be doing I just know I gotta get my bag right and asap." I explained.
"Well you can make it if you just do right. Stay out these niggas faces. It's a lot of new folks out here trying to make a name for theyself." Said Bre.
That much I knew. I've seen so many new people since I been home. New people means new problems. New relationships. And I'm not sure how I felt about that.
We drove about 20 minutes into the north side of town. I didn't fuck around over here only because this where we did that dirt at.
We pulled up In these apartments known for having nothing but crips over here.
"Waddup boogie"
Bre said to some nigga at the front entrance.
"What up yanna you know the deal mommas".
She put the car and park.
"Niggas got white p90s. What the fuck" I said. I have never seen a p90 in person. Let alone a white one.
I saw Bre reach into her purse and pull out a Glock 27. All black custom with blood splatter painted on it. This shit was crazy. Like some real deal movie shit.
"You been gone G. T-dot run the north side. And you gotta give Boogie yo gun"
Bre said. She handed her gun to the man. And I guess I hesitated too long cause Boogie said.
"You gone get it back cuz. But you making my shit hot. Bre get ya boy"
Bre nodded for me to give her the strap. I watched in the rear view as Boogie handed the guns to a lil dude on a bike.
He rode over what looked like the other entrance of the complex. There were 3 other men there and ol boy on the bike gave one of them the guns and a piece of paper.
"One way in. One way out. The paper is for my plates. That's how they know who all the guns belong to." Bre explained.
It made sense. You want to make sure yo shit tight at all times. Be the only ones wit the guns you dead any threat. That shit made me smile. The power this nigga got motivated me in a way I never felt before.
The apartments were brick and accented by blue and white trimming. There was a door that led to a door that led to your apartment. Outside each building we passed there was someone standing guard.
"This nigga got this bitch sewd up." I said.
"Yea and Tdot had to kill a bunch of niggas to do that. That's why his shit so guarded this nigga got a bag on his head. He paying to stay alive."
"Shid I would too though, if I had the means to protect myself from my dirt I'd pay niggas to die for me" I replied.
We came up to Bre homegirl building. It was all the way in the back and was the most guarded. The fact that this is going on in broad daylight had my adrenaline going.
"Damn bust already. You got the Googly eyes. Let me find out you was in there being booty butt buddies" Bre said being funny.
"Fuck you. This shit just crazy that's all. These niggas really loyal to this cat."
Looking around made me wonder what the fuck this nigga did to have these many niggas protecting him. How did Bre ass know? She knew about Doe. Now she know bout this Dot nigga. Im gone have to write that down.
I followed Bre up to the first door. It was made of glass and looked more like a long ass window. When we walked in there was a man at the end of the hall.
He was heavy set with a bald head. Kind of looked like a fat Damon wayans. He didn't say nothing to us just opened a door to an empty apartment.
When he closed the door I said.
"Damn this bitch don't got no furniture"
"Fool shut up it's up stairs"
Bre started taking her shoes off and I followed suit as I looked around for a set of stairs and found none.
"Bre bro I know you like to get high but -
"Come on stupid" she said as she led me to the pantry. I was looking at Bre like she was stupid until she opened it and it was some damn stairs in there.
"Boy ain't no way. Ain't no way" I said following all that ass up the stairs that are inside a fucking pantry.
We went thru the small door that came out into another kitchen. You could smell the weed smoke in the air mixed with YouTube videos playing in the background.
"Damn bitch I almost called Stick" I heard a voice say. That's when she came around the corner.
5'6 light brown skin. Long curly hair. Bolegged. Dimples. And the shorts she wearing left nothing to the imagination.
"Damn bitch. You said he was fine but not fine fine." She said. She extended her hand out and I didn't want to seem thirsty so I ignored her gesture and said.
"How much you was tryna grab. I got 3 strains. You can check em out."
I got down to business. All this motivation had me ready to damn near take over my own complex and hire a few soldiers to guard it. I had so much shit going thru my mind all I wanted was the money and to get back to my fie.
"Bitch and he mean. Ok." She said as she smelled each pack. You could see her nostrils at play as she used it to select the perfect strain of her liking.
I noticed her smelling the Animal cookie more than the others.
"I can do zips for 2 dollas" I said. I was just going off what Bre said they go for and went lower.
"Do I look like a zip bitch. I smoke a zip in 2 hours boy. I want all of it."
She said reaching into a cabinet and pulling out some cash. I got a good look inside and it was full. Either she sold bud or she fucked wit a nigga who sold something heavier.
"All of it?" I asked making sure. That's 6900 I know shorty not about to drop that.
"I need it all playboy"
Shit has definitely changed. Bre pushing charger. Her homegirl in the trap. Niggas wit exotic straps. The lene as I remember was no more.
And I want in on it.