Baltimore Chronicles by Treasure Hernandez

Author:Treasure Hernandez
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Stay Away From the House

Talisa and D.J. came barreling through the front door with toys filling their arms. They ran directly to the living room, dumped their toys on the floor, and energetically ripped into them. Flex followed, looking exhausted. The kids had him running all over the toy store. He was afraid of what Scar would do if anything happened to them, so he had been extra cautious, not letting them out of his sight.

“Ay yo, Scar,” Flex called out.

Scar came lumbering down the stairs when he heard the ruckus the kids were causing.

“Look at my new dolls.” Talisa presented them to Scar.

“That’s nice.” Scar brushed her off.

“Where is Charisma? She said she would play with me,” Talisa asked.

“Charisma, get your ass down here!” Scar yelled up the stairs.

Charisma quickly came down like an obedient dog.

“I got new dolls. Look. You want to play?” Talisa asked Charisma.

“Play with the kids,” Scar ordered.

“Sure, I’ll play with you, honey.” She pursed her lips at Scar and sat on the floor to play with the toys.

“Speak to me in the kitchen,” Scar said to Flex.

They both moved to the kitchen and sat across from each other at the table. The pile of cash was between them, still covering the tabletop.

“What we gonna do about the white boy?” Scar asked.

“We got to get rid of his ass,” Flex said matter-of-factly.

“Goddamn.” Scar shook his head in disbelief. “Why this fool had to be so nosey? I came out here to lay low and not attract any problems. Then this mu’fucka come snoopin’ around.”

“Maybe that fool is dead already. I’ll go look.” Flex got up to go to the basement.

Arnold started writhing around the moment he saw Flex. He strained against the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles. The chair he was sitting in was bucking back and forth. He was unable to speak or scream because of the gag stuffed in his mouth.

“Calm down, nigga. Ain’t no sense in you actin’ all crazy. Your snooping ass ain’t escapin’.” Flex stood in front of Arnold and smiled. He enjoyed watching the struggle.

Flex slapped Arnold across the face, which stunned him and stopped his struggle instantly. Arnold just stared at Flex in shock. The slap knocked him back into reality. He realized it would be better to relax and cooperate than to fight.

He had no idea how long he had been down in the basement. If only he could speak to them, he could tell them he wouldn’t tattle on them. He would tell them that it was their business, not his, and they could use drugs if they wanted. Arnold wanted to tell them that he had smoked a little marijuana when he was a teenager. He figured it would show them he understood and passed no judgment against them. He wanted to assure them that he would not turn them in. If only they would take the gag out of his mouth, he figured he could make things right and be back home.

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