The House that Hustle Built, Part 3 by Nisa Santiago

Author:Nisa Santiago [Santiago, Nisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Bimmy sat across from Hassan in the visiting room frowning and upset about the loss of his little cousin, Run-Run. He and Run-Run grew up together on the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York, and were like brothers. Bimmy had taken his little cousin under his wing years earlier and groomed him for the game. The love was real. Run-Run was family, not like Avery, who was a perpetual fuckup. Though Avery was Bimmy’s cousin too, he wasn’t family.

The news hit Bimmy like a ton of bricks. It hurt him. It was unbelievable, but it was real. How did they get to him? How did they know about the whore? Bimmy had underestimated his rival. It was now time to go into overdrive.

“They didn’t have to do him like that,” Bimmy said. “They did him bad.”

“We gonna find that muthafucka, Bimmy,” Hassan said quietly, “and we gonna slaughter him.”

Bimmy was in a foul mood. He ached even more to find Kwan, or anyone associated to him, and kill them slowly.

“You know I loved him like a brother, Bimmy. He was a good man.”

“Cash, we find him first. I want him!”

“You’ve been lookin’ for the nigga for a while, and he ain’t come out of his hole yet.”

“What about Pearla?” Bimmy asked.

“What about her?”

“She can find that nigga for us. She can pull that muthafucka out of his hole. She does it all the time.”

“What? No!”

“Why not, Hassan? This nigga Kwan gotta go now.”

“You don’t bring Pearla into this. She has no connection to Cash,” Hassan said.

“And you’re absolutely sure about that?”

“Nigga, I’m sure!”

Bimmy frowned even harder. Hassan was an ass. Of course, Pearla had a connection to Cash—She was fucking the nigga. His boss couldn’t see it. Bimmy wanted to follow Pearla. Maybe that bitch would lead him to Cash.

Once he found Cash, he would find Kwan, though word on the streets was Cash and Kwan were beefing with each other. Anyhow, Cash was still a valuable nigga. Bimmy was going to make him talk, find out the people close to Kwan, and then murder both those muthafuckas.

Hassan said, “I’ll pay for Run-Run’s funeral, no expenses spared. You send him off real good, Bimmy. Your cousin was definitely loved and respected.”

Bimmy was grateful, but paying for the funeral didn’t appease his hunger for revenge. He was burning up inside. There was nowhere Kwan or Cash could hide. He was determined to find them.

“But I got good news,” Hassan said, changing the subject. “My lawyer was able to get me another bail hearing . . . next week.”

“That’s good news,” Bimmy said dispassionately.

“It is. I told you that these muthafuckas ain’t gonna keep me in here. I’ll be home soon. My lawyer is working everything out on his end, and I took care of everything on my end.”

Bimmy nodded, ambivalent about Hassan’s release. It could be trouble for him if Avery fucked up, or Hassan getting out could be beneficial. Who knew?

The hour visit went by, and Bimmy felt slighted by Hassan’s lack of sympathy for Run-Run.

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