Bury Me a G 3.5 by Tranay Adams

Author:Tranay Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tranay Adams
Published: 2018-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

10:00 A.M

As soon as Te’Qui pulled into the AM/PM gas station, he noticed Poochie posted up. He was standing beside a purple ’95 Honda Civic smoking a withering Newport. The nigga looked fucked up. He had a big ass knot on his forehead, bluish black rings on his eyes, a swollen nose and busted lips. There was also a cast on his right arm. The nigga was dressed down too. He didn’t look nearly as fly as he did that night he ran into him at CVS. That day he was wearing a dingy black tanktop with the Toxic Crusader on it, light blue jeans with tears in their knees and some mothafucking sandals. It was from his appearance that Te’Qui knew that the nigga was broke than a mothafucka, because any time he had money, he made it his business to broadcast it through his jewelery, clothing and cars.

Poochie’s habit had gotten the best of him. He’d lost all of his money and assets thanks to his addiction to coke. When he found himself struggling to support his habit, he started stealing product from Quervo’s spots. Once he was caught, Quervo and his goons’ pistol whipped him and stomped him out. The only reason why the niggaz didn’t kill him was because he begged and pleaded with Quervo to spare his life. Feeling sorry for his ass, Quervo granted him clemency, provided he left the city and never returned. Poochie agreed. He then packed his belongings into his car and drove away. As soon as he left the house, Poochie pulled out his cell phone and hit Te’Qui up with a plan to rob Quervo.

This wasn’t the story he’d told Te’Qui though. Nah, he told him that someone had lied and told Quervo that he was stealing and that’s why he’d gotten his ass beat. You see, he led the young gangsta to believe that his wrongfully getting punished was his reasoning behind wanting to set his ass up.

Poochie dropped the Newport at his feet and mashed it out underneath his sandal. He then snatched open the back door and sat down, pulling the door shut behind him. His forehead creased when he noticed T.J. sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn’t have any idea that Te’Qui was bringing someone along with him. As far as he knew, it was only him and Te’Qui that were going to be in on the lick. Having someone else there in on the caper meant that his slice of the pie was going to get considerable smaller. He wasn’t tripping off of it though. The dough they were going to get for the hit would still be more than enough to keep him happy.

“Who’s this?” Poochie inquired.

“Oh, pardon my mannas. Poochie, this my man T.J. T.J. this my homeboy Poochie.”

“’Sup witchu, Blood?” T.J. asked as he sucked on a cherry Tootsie Roll pop, looking over his shoulder at him and holding out his fist.

Poochie touched fists with T.J. and said, “Ain’t shit, tryna see about securin’ this bag.

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