A Woman's Work: Street Chronicles by Nikki Turner

Author:Nikki Turner [Turner, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Inner cities, Contemporary Women, Prostitution, Fiction, Sagas, Short Stories; American, African American, General, American Fiction - African American Authors, African-American Women, streetlit3, UFS2
ISBN: 9780345526304
Google: nMCRoIrFfe4C
Amazon: B004P8JPHM
Publisher: One World/Ballantine
Published: 2011-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

Rah, Rah

The following day, C-Lok was determined to squeeze the identity of the killer from the belly of the street. Another of his soldiers had been knocked out and died after three days on a life-support machine. His death made headlines. The city’s murder rate was steadily climbing, and the mayor wanted control of his streets back. As a result, the police were harassing all black males.

Monk, Cuddy, and Red sat across from C-Lok as nervous as a teenage boy caught with his pants down by the drill-sergeant father of his first girlfriend. The boss had a multitude of questions, and he expected the right answers.

“How did you get rid of the drills, hammers, and shit?” C-Lok barked.

“We buried that shit in an old mining shaft somewhere in Pennsylvania,” Monk said with complete honesty.

“The guns too? Please tell me y’all niggas weren’t dumb enough to dump all that shit in the same spot,” C-Lok demanded.

“My mans and me gots more experience at dis. Naw, we ain’t do no dumb shit. We dropped shit everywhere between New York, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Ohio. In various spots and in different ways,” Cuddy explained.

C-Lok looked at the kid like he was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Listen at this nigga here. I know my English ain’t the best but damn, he thought.

“I have more years of experience at this shit than you’ve been on this earth,” C-Lok said. “Something tells me I’m not getting the complete truth from you niggas. Just so I give you fair warning, this shit is about to get real nasty for the three of you if somebody don’t tell me something,” he threatened.

“Okay, why don’t we try this?” he continued. “I’m going to ask questions, and each one of you will give me an answer. A detailed answer. How about that?”

The men all nodded. They had sweaty palms and racing hearts. C-Lok studied each man closely. Decades in the game had taught him how to read people, and what he was seeing now made him nervous. I don’t know how, but these niggas here done fucked up royally, he thought. C-Lok was getting a bad vibe from his soldiers. He made decisions and formed opinions off instinct. Sensors were blaring in his head but C-Lok couldn’t put his finger on whatever was demanding his attention. He knew that whatever it was, it was going to be bad.

“Who disposed of Rocky’s body?” C-Lok asked.

“That was me, boss,” Red replied.

“What did you do with him?”

“I laid that bitch nigga out in the old furnace that was in the warehouse. It was big enough for the cage and everything.” Red spoke with confidence. “I poured the kerosene in and lit that muthafucka up. Believe me, that dude is dust.” Red was being cocky. He was certain he had nothing to be worried about. He’d followed directions to the letter and Rocky was reduced to ashes for sure.

C-Lok watched Red as he spoke. He sat up straight and looked C-Lok directly in the eyes when he spoke.

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