Dream Weaver (G Street Chronicles Presents) by Nene Capri

Author:Nene Capri [Capri, NeNe]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, love, bookclub, series, urban lit, sex, Romance, lies, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), scandal, david weaver, street lit, womens fiction, Urban, kwan, tv, gstreet, eric jerome dickey, urban books, fast paced, essence, Erotica, Genre Fiction, Thriller, Women's Fiction, Mystery, relationship, drugs, short story, wahida clark, United States, deceit, African American, michaelbaisden, true glory, gstreetessence, urban fiction, maintenance man, drama, Suspense, goodreads, action, Literature & Fiction, ericjdickey
Amazon: B00UNZQDQW
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
Published: 2015-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 - Caught

Money moved across the airport parking lot quickly, heading for the departure gate. He had been running from one state to the next. Every time he would get a little settled in, he would get word that Dream and his team were right on his ass. He had decided to go to Cali when he got a phone call from Jocelyn telling him to meet Derrick in Atlanta. He packed up what he had and drove straight to the airport.

“Shit,” Money yelled out when he patted his pockets and realized that he had forgotten his wallet in the glove box. He turned on his heels and went back to his car.

Money double timed it back to the car, looking at his watch and saying one hundred curses in his head. He hit the locks and reached inside. Money grabbed his wallet and slammed the glove box closed. He tried to force his wallet into his back pocket, causing it to fall to the ground and bounce under the car.

“This ain’t my fucking day,” he huffed, shaking his head and getting on his knees to retrieve his wallet.

Money rose to his feet, picked up his bag, and was stopped by the heat he felt coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and his eyes met Dream’s cold, black stare.

“What the fuck?” Money said aloud as he froze in place. Money began looking around for any witnesses, but there was no one in site. Then his eyes settled on the silver piece in his hand.

“Scary-ass nigga,” Dream uttered looking past his eyes and into his soul.

“If you gonna make a move, make it.” Money pushed a slight amount of courage to the surface.

“Nigga, don’t force boss through your veins. I know you got shit in your boxers,” Dream said. He adjusted his finger on the trigger, praying the disrespectful nigga would give him a reason to tie up every news station with a headline.

Money swallowed his spit and tried his hand at reason. “Look, your problem is with Derrick. He violated you and us. I’m out here dolo. Your beef ain’t with me.” He paused to see if any of his words took root in Dream’s mind

“It’s funny to me how you niggas shout and cheer that punk nigga’s name. All of y’all niggas broke, and then when shit get tight y’all bitch-ass niggas run and hide, throwing each other under a moving train on an icy rail.”

“Nah, nothing like that. We a team, but sometimes a team moves together, and sometimes they don’t,” Money tried to spin his situation.

“What the fuck does that mean? You was with that nigga the night he hit my shit, and now you want an excused absence on this payback? Fuck I look like, Boo Boo the Fool?” Dream gripped the handle snugly, trying to keep calm.

“I ain’t have nothing to do with that hit.”

“That’s funny. Your bitch seems to know otherwise, and when she getting that pussy handled right, she sings like a fucking canary.

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