A Bitch's Bad Side 2 by Kawand Crawford & McIntire Edits

Author:Kawand Crawford & McIntire Edits [Crawford, Kawand & Edits, McIntire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00TGHVYF8
Publisher: Pleasure Principle Publications 2
Published: 2015-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Jahmel

I was standing in front of the club, sipping on Hypnotic to knockout the chill from the fall air, waiting to meet someone my Moms was sending who wanted to purchase 500 grams of blow. She wanted me to get the bread and bring it to her at KC’s Gentlemen’s Club later on tonight. I promised to catch up with her around midnight after I took care of a couple of things. I was going to ride around looking for Killa Mike and his brother while White Boy Rick held down the spot.

The word on the street was Killa Mike got hit in the left shoulder and was lying low somewhere in Brooklyn with his arm in a sling. Apparently getting at me was still on his mind because he was still sending death threats. White Boy Rick and I had been driving around Brooklyn almost every night this week after dark looking for his bitch ass. I’d put a $20,000 bounty on that nigga’s head and I had 10 for anyone who knew where he was hiding.

After niggas put the drop on the spot, we didn’t lock up in the mornings without two niggas present at all times. This was the routine when Haitian Matt was alive. He normally closed up shop with Rick or Gusto watching his back. It wasn’t a surprise niggas caught us slipping. Anybody paying attention knew we closed at the same time every morning.

Immediately after doing business with my Mom’s friend, Gusto called. He was on his way with his cousin from out of town who needed some weight. I waited another 30 minutes for Gusto to finally show up. We took the business inside to my office. His cousin was from Buffalo, New York and wanted to exchange two brand-new 40 Glocks, a 9 mm, an AK-47 and cash for a half of brick of cocaine.

“This shit is hard,” I said out loud as I checked out the AK-47. It was nice, but I needed body armor. “Can you get a bulletproof vest?”

Extra hardware was good but a nigga needed chest protection. Gusto’s cousin said he would get his hands on one. I gave him the half for $11,000 and the extra protection instead of the $14,000 I usually charged.

Immediately after he left my office, Gusto and I hit the streets. It was a busy night so I left White Boy Rick to hold shit down since he knew more about running the spot than Gusto. One thing I knew about the streets, niggas couldn’t hide forever. Mom said she would take care of them, but I wanted to put hands on them boys myself.

Moms wanted me to focus on fluffing our pockets and I must say, my chips have increased since she’s been home. I went from making $20,000 a week to $50,000 after I gave Moms the money she was asking for the kilos. Moms knew quite a few people in the game and between her peoples and mine, we were on the rise.

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