Thirsty 2 by Sanders Mike & Art Nuance

Author:Sanders, Mike & Art, Nuance [Art, Nuance]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Thirsty, Wahida Clark
Publisher: Wahida Clark Presents Publishing
Published: 2011-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chris looked at all of the construction taking place on North Tryon near the new Wal-Mart. She glanced over at Red and noticed that he had become frustrated. He hated traffic just as much as she did and the drivers in these slow moving cars were not doing anything but being nosey and wasting valuable time. As she looked at Red on the passenger side, she knew he was up to something, but she couldn’t figure out what it was just yet.

“How the hand feel?” Chris asked out of concern. Red looked at her, sucked his teeth and exhaled. She wanted to smack Red because she hated that shit and he knew it, but she knew his anger was his way of expressing that his hand was still sore.

Before Red and Chris left Atlanta, they had a change of plans because they had gotten word that some clown ass nigga from Patterson, New Jersey was in town flaunting his street wealth. It was one thing for a nigga to come to the ATL and get quiet money, but when you came and flaunted that shit in a nigga’s face, it was an insult. To put the icing on the cake, the nigga didn’t even like niggas from down south. He even talked mad shit about how green and how soft they were. This infuriated Red. This nigga had moved himself to the top of Red’s hit list and he decided to touch that nigga before they hit the road. Initially, Chris had objected. She wanted to get to Charlotte, handle their business, and get the hell back to Atlanta because she had heard the police in the Queen City didn’t fuck around.

“We gonna touch this nigga and hop straight on 85. In and out, babe,” Red had said, trying to convince Chris.

Satisfied that they would be in and out in a matter of minutes, Chris finally agreed.

They donned ski masks and promptly kicked the back door in and stormed the nigga’s trap house like the SWAT team. He was not there, but two of his flunkies were. Once Red demanded the money and dope, they promptly told the two robbers to kiss their asses.

Red hauled off and smashed the older of the two in the jaw with a right hook. As soon as his fist made contact with the man’s face Red felt the bone in his hand crack. Seeing the older man get his jaw broken, the younger guy led Chris to a small stash of cocaine and seven stacks. Holding his throbbing hand Red announced, “Y’all niggas lucky we ain’t got time to tear this muthafucka up.” He looked down at the man on the floor holding his jaw. “Nigga, think about me when you sippin’ soup for the next few weeks, bitch!”

Red and Chris exited the same way they entered, swiftly out the back door. They were surprised they didn’t hear any gunshots as they ran toward their getaway car. They hadn’t wasted time searching the house for guns and were certain the two guys had them stashed close by.

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