Me and My Hittas by Tranay Adams

Author:Tranay Adams [Adams, Tranay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Pavielle had assembled an All-star dream team. The seven man crew hustled all day every day. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. From sun up to sun down the crew was at it, pulling in every dollar that they could.

Pavielle’s crew was bringing in so much paper that he was running out of safes and stashes to put it in. Business was good and everybody was happy. The dream team was hood rich and loving it.

Black Jesus had taken a chance on Pavielle and it had paid off. The young kingpin was making him a lot of money. When the damu would come and cop he would bring bags of money so large that it looked like he was going to do laundry. As time progressed the Arturos and the Hoods grew closer. Black Jesus and Pavielle’s relationship had become like his and Gangsta’s. The two were business associates as well as good friends. They would hang out when ever their hectic schedules would allow it.

Pavielle was lying in bed asleep, when he was awoken by a combination of delicious aromas escaping from the confines of the kitchen. His nose alerted his empty belly to the scrumptious morning breakfast awaiting them. His belly growled at being teased and he licked his chops. Sitting up in bed, the young kingpin yawned and stretched. He looked over to Vayda and found her fast asleep. He smiled, kissed her on the forehead and threw the covers from over his person. He pulled a red homemade stocking cap down over his corn rows, slipped on some red basketball shorts, and slid his feet into some red corduroy house shoes. He then headed into the bathroom, where he washed his face and brushed his teeth. After giving himself a once over in the bathroom mirror, he made a beeline for the bedroom door.

*** G-momma had just pulled a pan of biscuits from the oven and placed it on top of the stove. She turned the fire off of a sizzling skillet of bacon and laid all ten strips on a plate covered by three paper-towels to absorb the grease. On the kitchen counter was the rest of the morning breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, grits, hash browns and sausages. There were also glass pitchers of milk, orange juice and apple juice.

Crossing the threshold into the kitchen, Pavielle found Gouch with his face buried into a plate of food. Pulling his head up from his plate to suck his fingers, Gouch gave his baby brother a nod of acknowledgement. Pavielle chuckled and shook his head at the sight of his big brother. He looked like a baby with all of those grits and eggs around his mouth.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” Pavielle asked G - momma as he wrapped his arms around her and pecked her on the cheek. She was taking a sip of orange juice when he had crept behind her.

“It’s all on the counter, Booby,” She smiled, taking another sip of orange juice.

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