Faree

SB sat in the window for a little while longer then walked out the room to the master bedroom. He knocked until Kris answered the door.

"Bruh, wassup?"

"We need to talk."

"Give me five, so I can get Amber out the house."

"Iight."

Boss: MWT [Moving Weight Tonight)
Vak: Cool, Set up and out by 4am.
Boss: Headed to Detroit.
Vak: Ron or D boy?
Boss: New cat.
Vak: Straight.
Boss: Hoes.

He laughed then watched Amber walk out. She kissed Kris then waved at him. He threw his duece up and sat back.

"Wassup?"

"She over there sleeping with that nigga."

"You mean wigger."

"Cracker ass. I'm mad he touching her."

"You need to do what you got to do bruh."

"Naw, she need to get right and let me do me."

"Nigga it ain't always about you doe and plus, I'm ready to take over with your guidance."

Kris had heart and drive. That's why I kept him here in my new house while I coached him on how to take over my empire when I retired. He looked at me with this hunger in his eyes that reminded me of a younger me.

"You got four years to take this in and learn what you need to learn in order to stay on top."

"I'm ready."

"Moving weight tonight. Be dressed and ready to watch or shoot. I'll have Big John strap you when we get to the place."

"I won't disappoint Boss."

"I know."

Kris pulled out a remote, pressed a button and all the several screens popped up. SB watch the three screens that showed Nic's front door from different angles as she stood by her door. She hugged the white boy as he squeezed on her ass. I want to fuck his ass up. Cracker fucker. Mother fucker better watch his hands.

"I'll be back."

××××××

SB knocked on the door with a fruit basket and a bag in his hand. His dick got hard as Nic open the door in the nude. She huffed then walked back to her bedroom. He looked around at all the games on the floor, pillows everywhere and a table full of untouched snacks. What the fuck? She never spent a dime on me and we've had more than one date.

"Yo, you acting like I did something wrong."

"You're here that's wrong."

"Get some white dick and a nigga not good for you."

"Okay, SB."

"What that's how..."

"Would it satisfy you if I was out fucking every night?"

"No."

"You damn sure think I am. Let me call Fil and see..."

"Alright Alright... shit."

"I don't want your gifts. Take it back and get your money."

"How'd you pay for all that out there?"

"I didn't, the guy who lent it to me is close friends with Bra..... Brim."

"So you still...."

"Fucking him? No, but I'm not fucking you either, so you shouldn't be worried about me."

"Yesterday you wasn't saying that when I had you riding my dick in the shower."

"I'm saying it today though."

"Yo, fuck you dead ass."

"Bye and tell Susan to stop clocking me."

"You don't have to worry bout me anymore."

"NEWSFLASH, I never was."

He threw the basket in the trash then threw the bag at her feet.

"When you want a real nigga call me."

******

[3:50am)

Kris stood on the side of Boss as he mapped out a plan for when they made it to Detroit. He looked to be making mental notes and learning quickly as the night began. They all loaded two buses and had their cars towed in an eighteen Wheeler hours after them to keep their trail light. I watched my mentee watch the roads with excitement like when he was three and I showed him a gun for the first time. Nigga was too excited.

"You ready?"

"Born. Raised."

"Let's go."

We pulled up to a restaurant with a open sign on. It was a little after 11 as we entered the building through the side door and sat at the table we were doing business at. CJ was the new hustler on the streets and wanted what I got, but he had to start at the bottom. He walked in looking nervous just like a newbie. He repeatedly licked his lips.

"You can't sell and smoke your own shit."

"I know."

"Then why you do it?"

He tried sizing him up with his next statement, but was shut down by Kris' interruption.

"I don't do it all the time just when I get to the last bit."

"Then your dumb ass will be paying double for Boss's shit."

"Calm down Kool no need for brash statements until after the deal is down."

"My bad Boss."

"Now, how much you want or what money you got?"

Boss, his entourage, Vak, C boy, Big John, Pop and Kris, and Stacy watched as CJ pulled out a twenty. They all laughed, but Kris and Boss. This nigga is dumb just drove from NY to D Town for twenty bucks worth a crack. He gots to be joking. SB stood up from the table and dropped his card.

"Call me when you got at least a G."

"I need this now though!"

"Yo, Boss, let em do a run with that lil bit and see what happens."

"Naw he good."

Boss grabbed his shoulder then shook his head. So young and naiive. We walked out the restaurant then heard a click and for a second my heart stopped then I reached for my arm. This nigga shot me, but before I could pull my gun, Kris bag em with a shot to the forehead.

"Boss, we got to get you to Sterile and fast."

"I'll be alright."

Was all he said before hopping into his truck and driving off with them following behind. He sat at a red light with Stacy in the passenger side crying her eyes out.

"Stac, it's just my arm."

"But..."

"Pass me them bandages back there and the alcohol."

"Okay."

She grabbed the items then looked at him. He turned on an alley and stepped out walking around to her side of the car.

"You got some of them things you pull yo eyebrows out with?"

"Yeah."

"Give me."

She handed him her eyebrow plucker then watched as he pulled the bullet out of his right arm. She gave him a gauge soaked in alcohol. He laid it on his wound, she quickly wrapped it to apply pressure then he rounded the corner, got in the car and sped off to catch up.

××××××

SB laid on his back after Dr. Sterile cased him. She looked him over then spoke in a low, but audible tone.

"She's afraid just as much as you love her."

"Huh?"

She pointed to his phone screen then packed up her equipment and left without another word. First time she's ever said something that didn't concern business or medicine. He paced the floor looking at the picture of Nic in her paintball gear before they started.

"Damn, I can't shake her."

Future: What?
Boss: Meet me at Lanes in an hour.Future: I thought it was "Fuck Nicki"
Boss: Meet me please.
Future: Maybe.
Boss: Why you still playing?
Future: I'm not playing, I have company.
Boss: Who?
Future: Worried about the wrong things play boy.
Boss: An hour

He groaned then got up and headed for the club in NY. He decided to drive his candy apple Benz. He looked at his nicely done shape up and hair cut then raised an eyebrow. He put on his pinky ring, two black diamond necklaces and a watch.

He pulled up to the club and hoes flocked to his car like flies. Titties and ass all over his windows. He honked his horn and they all scurried about. He got and pulled three girls into the club with him. One was all over him looking like a bucket of glitter fell on her.

"Waddup Boss?"

"Same shit, give me my original."

"Iight."

He waited around with the people as different girls approached him. One girl sat next to him and flashed her pussy. He rubbed on her thighs and sat on her on the bar top then called over her friend.

"If you can make her cum I'll let yawl come back to the VIP with me."

"Okay.."

Hoes. He watched as the girls made out as the light skin one finger fucked the brown one on the table then started eating her in front of a crowd. They were loud and nasty which caused SB to shake his head and chuckle. Bitches do anything to get back there. He smirked as the girl squirted in her face then pointed them to the VIP. The boys gone love they nasty asses. He walked in behind them giving his guys the secret signal. Easy pussy.

BOOM! CLICK! POP! POP!

"Boss D Fo and his boys shooting up the club."

"Fuck, Where Kris?"

"Down there shooting back!"

"Walkie that nigga and tell em to come back."

Safaree looked out the bullet proof window for Kris, but couldn't see him. He searched the front and spotted him behind the bar laid out. NO! SB charged out as Big John called out for him. They shot my lil nigga. Safaree pulled out his gun and popped about six niggas as he charged behind the bar.

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

"Kris hold out for me yo."

"I can't. Tell my girl that her pussy was fire."

"Still stupid as hell."

SB held him in his arms as he took his last breath. The police and ambulance replaced the shooters as.SB tossed Kris over his shoulder and walked out the back.

"Let's go!"

"Cemetery for Young Cats."

They poured wine and beer over Kris as Big Pop prayed. One body in my team gone. Twelve years with zero count now its time for pay back. D Fo better guard up.