SouthSide King by Alterick Gaston

Author:Alterick Gaston [Gaston, Alterick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Urban
ISBN: 9780983457350
Google: tLndoAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00OPP6KT6
Publisher: No Brakes Digital
Published: 2014-07-25T08:00:00+00:00

When Ramon, Ronnie, and Fat Man pulled into the parking lot of Jefferson Village apartments where Felicia stayed, they saw a brand new money green Cadillac Coupe DeVille with 30 day tags.

“That shit is fly as hell!” Ronnie said. “I got to meet that nigga there. I know he high rollin’ for real.” She added.

“I wonder what lot he got that off of.” Fat Man said.

“And do they got any more.” Ramon added as everyone in the car started laughin’.

They got out of the car with a few shoppin’ bags containing the morphine base and lactose they would need to cut the heroin. As they walked into Felicia’s apartment, they were greeted by an unfamiliar sight.

“What the fuck?” Ramon said as he opened the door.

“What you don’t like it?” Felicia said getting up off her brand new cream leather sofa. The whole living room had a makeover including Felicia. She had on a Liz Claiborne silk dress to compliment her hour glass figure. Her hair styled and freshly relaxed. She had a fresh French manicure and pedicure with freshly painted coats of red nail polish. A big screen floor model color television along with a new stereo system and a glass coffee table with matching end tables.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ramon asked slammin’ the front door behind him.

“I needed a new look, so don’t start shit with me Ramon.” Felicia said rolling her eyes and picking up a joint of reefer she was smoking before they came in.

“You gonna need more than a new look if you don’t send this shit back. What did I fuckin’ tell you?” He shouted clearly heated by her disobedience.

“You not my man and you don’t pay no bills! Shit, you ain’t even fucking me, and even if you were doing one or all of the above, you can’t tell me what the fuck to do in my mutha...”

“Bam!” Before she could get the last word out of her mouth, Ramon hit her with a short right hook taking her off her feet knocking her to the floor flat on her back. “Nigga, you done lost your fucking mind. Don’t no muthafucka put their hands on me.” Felicia said with teary eyes as pain sot down her jaw. She reached for the box cutter from off the coffee table as she was getting up. Before she knew it, she had two pistols pointed at her.

“Bitch, I wish you would!” Ramon said with the .38 snub nose locked in between her eyes as Fat Man had his .45 automatic to the side of her head.

“Felicia, just put the blade down before we do something we don’t wanna do.” Fat Man said.

“Speak for yourself.” Ramon coldly stated.

“You’ll kill me? Your nephew mother?” Felicia said with pain in her eyes and voice in disbelief.

“You were getting ready to kill your son’s uncle.” Ramon replied cocking the hammer on his pistol.

“Com’on dog. You sho’ you wanna do this?” Fat Man said then continued on. “Felicia drop the fuckin’ blade.

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