Menace by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Five

Cagney

Kim and I had been fucking around heavy ever since I got out. The first couple of weeks I was home, I damn near fucked all of Harlem and half the Bronx. I had to catch up on the years that I was locked down. I hated to do Kim the way I was doing her because she was a good girl and maybe one day in the future, I’d regret not appreciating her. But for now, I didn’t have any regrets. Kim was too nice. Too sweet. Too dependent. Too inexperienced. Too weak. I could go on for days. She wasn’t a challenge. She wasn’t wild and exotic. I knew what I was looking for, and when I found her—I was out.

Kim gave me two thousand dollars that she had saved from her tax return to get on my feet. I was supposed to buy some clothes to go on job interviews and start a small bank account. Instead, I ran through the money in one day. I went to Jimmy Jazz on 125th Street and bought Rocawear jeans, Lacoste shirts, white tees, fitted hats, and a few pairs of kicks. That day, while she was at work, I hooked up with a man from my past. I was walking past the Apollo Theater when I noticed what appeared to be Rick, sitting in the driver’s seat of a blue Cadillac Escalade.

“Rick?” I asked as I approached. He had a few niggas standing around, kicking it.

“Who you be?” he sarcastically replied as he looked me up and down. Immediately, my eyes hooded over and I bit my bottom lip.

“Don’t front like you tough, you bitch-ass, snitch-ass nigga!” I yelled.

“Cagney?” Rick said as his eyes widened. “You home, nigga?”

He jumped out of his truck and came around to the street where I was standing.

“This my man I was telling y’all about. Remember, I told y’all that my man held me down and took the weight,” he said. Both dudes looked at him and didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

Ignoring this silly nigga, I looked at his makeup. He was wearing an iced-out Jacob watch, new kicks, sharp gear, and he had a slight bulge in his pocket. He saw me scoping him out.

“You a’ight? You need anything?”

I was about to tell him to run his pockets but decided to think long term.

“C’mere, let me rap to you for a second,” I said and put my arm tightly around his neck. “Pardon, me,” I said to his two flunkies.

As we walked, I could tell Rick felt uneasy.

“You know Black got jammed up last year. He’s doing a one to three,” he stuttered.

“I didn’t ask about Black.”

“True, true.”

“You seem like you’re doing a’ight for yourself.”

“I can’t complain.”

“You shouldn’t. When I got sent up north, you was walkin’ ’round in borrowed jeans and holes in your sneakers.”

I could tell Rick felt even more uneasy and didn’t know where the conversation was heading.

“So what do you want?”

“I want in.”

“In where?”

“I want in whatever you’re into.

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