My Family in Exchange for Yours by Ron C. & Shelby Lazenby

Author:Ron C. & Shelby Lazenby [C., Ron & Lazenby, Shelby]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Urban, Thrillers & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, United States, Crime Fiction, African American, Crime, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
ISBN: 1499570864
Amazon: B00JWXTPFM
Publisher: Street Affiliated Publishing
Published: 2014-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Breezed went into the corner store to grab a pack of Newports. He was damn near smoking two packs a day. This was definitely not good for him at his age. The kid was starting to stress a bit. He walked pass some hot ass hoochie-mama who was at the microwave warming a sandwich, her name was Tia. “Let me get a pack a Ports in the box, short,” Breeze told the Indian man behind the counter. “Bitch, what da’ fuck you doin’ in here ho? I saw y’all bitches at da’ club last night,”,a girl named Joyce teased Tia after entering the store.

“And bitch, we gon’ be there again tonite. You know Cecil gon’ perform tonite gurl,” she said referring to a local Mobile rapper.

“For real? Oh you know I got to be up in dat’ ho,” Joyce said.

“Bring da weed bitch. I know you got some. Y’all bitches ova in RV stay on dat’ loud,” Tia said as she pulled her sandwich out the microwave. Breeze lightly shook his head at their conversation. Good stupid ass muthafuckin’ hoes! Even the Indian man had a few thoughts of his own…Ump-ump-ump. Dumb whore but you a great customer though. He laughed like hell on the inside. He really had to control himself because he almost burst into laughter.

The man behind the counter and Breeze shared a look and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing. Silly bitches.

It was people like this that gave him the very reason for wanting to open a club. Getting their money was like taking candy from a baby.

“Gurl, I’m on dat’ loud now. What you eatin’, ho?” Joyce asked and leaned over to smell Tia’s burger. They were two silly ass females. Breeze paid for his smokes and proceeded to exit the store. “Bitch, I’ma be on dem’ pills tonite at the club. Bitch, it’s goin’ down!” Tia said.

Breeze went home and waited for his father to return. He could not take this shit anymore and it was killing him. He had his mind set and if his father rejected his proposal this time, he was just going to go out and rob the nigga he had already scoped out. It was just going to have to be a penitentiary/death chance and at this point he was like, fuck it. Little did he know, he wasn’t going to have to take it because when Allen returned home, Breeze attacked him with his proposal again, but this time he did not go hard as he first did the first time. He kept the shit short and simple. He drew up an estimate and showed his father what could be made and how fast it could be made. He asked his father to do only one thing and that was to trust him.

“All right, Breeze, but you are fully responsible for this club and you better run it with an iron fist. When you find a location let me know.” Breeze didn’t even smile on the inside because he was too fuckin’ serious.

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