Ten-Seven by Dana King

Author:Dana King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

30.

Rasheed Mason didn’t look like much to Wilver. Stereotypical street nigger, far as he could tell: white tee shirt four sizes too big, jeans hanging halfway down his ass, stuffed into the tops of his unlaced Timberlands. Thick gold chain suspended a gold cross four inches high around his neck like he was Jesus’s personal drug dealer. Not a Penns River boy, which explained why Wilver knew so little about him.

Parked in the beer distributor’s lot and walked across the street to where Rasheed stood near the north entrance to the Stewart Tower Apartments. No action there, hoppers on the corner to Wilver’s left. Someone approached Rasheed, directed toward the corner as Wilver crossed the street. How Wilver knew who to talk to. No drugs or money anywhere near the boss.

“Yo, you Rasheed, right?” They slapped and slid hands in Penns River’s current shake.

“My boy down the corner take care of you, yo.” Rasheed whistled through his teeth, raised his arm and pointed downward toward Wilver.

“No, man, not like that. I ain’t looking to buy.”

Rasheed’s eyes narrowed. “Then you looking to step off.” Walked toward the non-sales corner.

Wilver followed, not too close. “I’m here to talk. Might have a business proposition for you.”

Rasheed let Wilver catch up. “What proposition you have might interest me?”

“We both in the same line of work. Word is you have a solid supply of product. Wondering if you might put me onto your connect.”

“Why the fuck would I do that? Give away my advantage to the competition.”

“We ain’t in competition, not really. You selling down here at the Towers. I’m up the other side of town.”

Rasheed sized Wilver up. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Wilver Faison.”

“You the nigger runs that raggedy-ass crew up past the bridge?”

Wilver bit down to swallow the insult. “We sell up that way. By the tracks and into town a little.”

“I got no need to work with you. Fore long you be working for me, or you be gone. I ain’t looking for no half-assed partners.”

“I ain’t talking partners. More like borders. You get your territory, I get mine.”

“Why I want to split with you, when I can take whatever I want, anytime I want?”

Wilver looked up and down the street. “This Penns River, man. Ain’t like them bigger towns like Pittsburgh, or even Wilkinsburg. The bidness not that embedded here yet, and the po-po takes a special interest of anything in the open. I been here all my life. I know how to run things, keep them on the down low, not draw no special interest. I help you with that, you hook me up with your connect, we draws our lines in advance so’s we don’t go to tussling over corners. I even give you points on my package for being the broker.”

Rasheed listened with humor in his eyes. “You small town niggers the cutest things, you know that? Coming to talk with me like we’s equals or some such shit. Now here’s my counteroffer: fuck you. Once my operation consolidated, and word done getting out where we at and the kind of product we got, we’ll come for you.

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