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Автор: Derrick Johnson
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spun back around and said, “Me casa es su casa.” I don’t know if they knew what he was saying but it seemed they didn’t really care.

      Fonso took me down a hallway that had pictures of his family from way back when against every inch of the walls we walked pass. We turned into his office and sat down to take care of this business I came here for. “Do you want a drink my good friend?”

      I turned down the drink and said, “I’m just here to take care of what I came here for. I thank you for the hospitality and all but let’s do this because money is to be made.”

      Fonso sat in his leather chair just smiling and laughing at me. “Patience my good friend everything has time and if we rush, then we end up some place we were never trying to end up at.”

       I really wasn’t trying to hear none of the shit he was talking about but he did have a big nice home and all the money he wanted. But still, I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. “I hear you, Fonso let’s get to what we both met up for.”

       Fonso put down the bottle of dark liquor and wrote something on some paper. He pushed it to me in a very convincing way, like a convincing man would do. I looked at it, then at him and pushed it back in a very convincing way. He gave me a strange look, then smiled and went back to writing something else down. He pushed it back to me and stood up to take the dark liquor back to its place in the cupboard. I looked at the writing on the paper and a smile came across my face because we were back in business. It was something that I could deal with and make a good profit off. It was a bit more than my last connect but this was a fresh relationship and me dealing with relationships, I knew with trust and time, things would open up fast. “I can do this, Fonso. I think we done struck a deal my good friend.”

      On the plane ride back to the city, I explained to everyone about the deal and the drop offs that he had offered me. He said that he would fly the product in to us if I took care of the rest. I couldn’t beat that and I was willing to do my part of the deal. All we had to do was get the money together and that was no problem. Fonso wanted fifteen per kilo and I was going to get twenty of them off the rip. If it was straight butter the way he said it was, I know Splif would get some of the cookers to blow some of the shit up. He’d figure he can step on it one time since the coke was straight off the plane. I didn’t care as long as the money was right in the end.

      Me and Splif sat in my office getting the money together and he had to make a quick run to one of his stash houses and grab $120,000 more because I only had $180,000 in the safe. I always kept a little money in my spot on Unwin because I had nigga’s up here with mad heat to protect the finances. So, I wasn’t worried about anyone trying to run up in here. Run up in this bitch and you were going to get your issue for sure. I said, “We need $120,000 more and that will put us at what we need.”

      Splif said, “I’ll go pick the shit up. I got a nice little stash up in Pink’s apartment and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”

      After Splif left and I began to calculate what the profits would be if everything went the way it was supposed to go. I’ll sell this shit for twenty three to twenty four thousand and make either a half a million or just below that. Then we’d step the game up and cop thirty to forty next time.

      Splif jumped in his Ferrari and shot downtown to Pink's apartment. She lived in the Warehouse District and had a nice studio apartment. Splif knocked her off at a party down in the flats and it’s been on since then. Pink fucked with those checks on some heavy shit. She’d go all over the country fucken up people’s lives with that shit but it paid her bills, and she had no problem with it. Pink was a light skinned bowlegged girl who had a lot of style and polish about herself. She had one of those asses that would make a nigga stop and say, “DAAMMMNN!” Feel me? And she knew how to work it real good, make a nigga forget all his problems.

      Splif made it to the garage and pressed the button for the elevator to come down. He drove his car onto the platform and pushed the button to go up top. She had one of those studio apartments that you could, park a car in and have a couple of bikes up in there with you. When he got to the top he could see in the distance that the light was on in the living area of the apartment. He got out of the car and started walking towards the living corridors but paused because he saw that shit looked a bit strange. He pulled out both of his 357’s and started to look around. He chose not to yell her name and give up his whereabouts just in case nigga’s were in the apartment.

      The living area was fucked up and shit was thrown all over the place. He couldn’t find Pink anywhere and he even went behind the Japanese divider that separated the living area from the king size bed she had sitting in the center of the area. But what caught his eye was that the safe was opened and there was nothing in it that’s what concerned him. He made his move to the bathroom, which was the only spot with three walls connecting. When he opened the door he saw something that would fuck the average person up. Blood was all over the walls, toilet, and even the tub. Pink had been beaten up real bad because both of her eyes were shut and her nose looked like it was broke. The crazy part was she was butt naked laid out in the middle of the floor with both of her breasts cut off. What type of sick maniac would do some shit like that?

      Pink laid on the bloody bathroom with a breast in each of her opened hands. Splif stood there just looking at the girl he used to toss around like a sack of potatoes. He couldn’t believe someone could do this to a pretty young girl but better, her than him, he thought. He looked down at both of the pistols in his hands and held the metal even tighter. He walked back to the car at a fast pace watching over every inch of the apartment hoping nothing jumped out at him. He made it to the streets and flew down Prospect and told Stomach on the phone what he came across but he would be back to the spot with the money. He hung up and couldn’t shake the images of what he had just seen. He just shook his head because he couldn’t think of who would do something like that. He just shifted gears and sped on to another stash spot he had.

      CHAPTER SIX

      SHELL WAS ON St. Clair getting her hair and nails done with some of her girls. She was one of those girls who played the streets hard and if a nigga wasn’t a real street nigga, then he would see she wasn’t the one to be playing with. She loved playing the shy role right along with the innocent role, that way she could do the controlling and leave a nigga off balance.

      “Shell wzup with that nigga Splif out of your crew? That niggas, getting it and he be staying fly. I tried to throw this pussy at him and he straight up just dissed me.” Shell was laughing right along with her other girl. She was there with Na Na and Mia, who were her girls from when she first moved to Cleveland from New York. Na Na worked at the University Hospital and loved to play the clubs on the weekend. She wasn’t that attractive but she had a body on her that kept some of the nigga’s fishing at her. She figured since she wasn’t all that cute, then she’d work her body to the fullest to get the nigga she was after. Mia was real cute and went to Cleveland State taking some courses in Criminal Justice. She wanted to become some social worker type shit working with kids. She really didn’t like the club scene because she wasn’t really used to that type of lifestyle. She grew up in a very religious household and just got loose since leaving the house. All the dope boys were at her because she was a ten all day long.

      Mia said, “Na, you always trying to get at these nigga’s and be getting no play. You need to let those nigga’s come to you instead of trying to throw that nasty ass pussy at ‘em.”

      Shell said, “Yeah! If I was a guy, I would think you had something and was trying to give it to me.”

       Shell and Mia were cracking up and even the girls, doing their hair were laughing. “Fuck y’all, y’all ain't shit. You two bitches just hating on a bitch.”

      After the girls had finished getting their hair done, they decided to go get something to eat. They rode in Shell's Benz to Tower City to go to the food court and do a little shopping after they were done. By time they did all the shit they had to do, they were on their way to the garage heading towards Shell’s car.

       Na Na said, “I can’t believe I just bought all this shit and I got to pay my damn bills next week.”

      Mia