What's Really Hood!: A Collection of Tales From the Streets by Wahida Clark & Victor L. Martin & Bonta & Shawn Trump & Lashonda Teague

Author:Wahida Clark & Victor L. Martin & Bonta & Shawn Trump & Lashonda Teague [Clark, Wahida & Martin, Victor L. & Bonta & Trump, Shawn & Teague, Lashonda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: UFS2, streetlit3, FIC003000
ISBN: 9780446569866
Amazon: B00351DSCI
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2010-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

BoBo could not believe the string of events that had taken place over the past few weeks. LaLa, Serena’s friend, had thrown herself at him and he had caught more than a handful. Although he had felt like it was a setup, he accepted a serving anyway. He had been helping himself to LaLa’s servings since then. His guilt quickly subsided.

Andre had gotten on his last nerve. His smart comments had caused BoBo to hit him in the jaw. He had to admit he admired the young guy’s spunk. Andre had actually hit him back. Having to prove himself to a fifteen-year-old was the last thing he thought he would have to do that day. Tired and out of breath, he still had to showcase his skills. A few of his comrades had told him that he was wrong for it. But, like he told them, if you let the youngsters get out of hand, all hell would break loose.

He and Tasha had hooked up a few times. She was sprung on him. He tried to punish her for the way he hated her boyfriend. Alpo was a known member of the Gangster Disciples, who happened to be the main rivals of the Black P. Stones. Even though he dogged her, she seemed to love him for it. Each tryst he had with her, he thought that maybe she was setting him up for her man. He loved living life on the edge. Most of the things he did were for the thrill or excitement of it.

Business had picked up. He and Looney were making more money these days and, just like BoBo had told him, Jamal had caused problems. He stayed in a Black Disciple neighborhood. They were another street gang that were opposite the Stones. They got wind of Jamal’s selling in their hood and robbed him. It was as BoBo predicted. Jamal was not a Stone nor was he trying to become one, yet, on the strength of Looney, BoBo found himself engaged in some out-of-the-neighborhood beef. In his eyes, Jamal was a fat coward who was not worth a quarter.

Carla had proven her worth once again. She had lured the young baller into a hotel with a promise of not only some top-notch cocaine but also some grade-A sexual satisfaction.

The plan had been for her to get the guy naked and comfortable. BoBo would bust in and pretend to have been watching her and plotting on sticking her up for the longest. When he kicked in the door, Carla was on top of the young baller, moaning in pure ecstasy as she rode him. Jealousy enraged BoBo and he played his part a little too well.

“Don’t move, muthafuckas!” he yelled, entering with his gun pointed at them. He walked over to them where they lay frozen. The shock had scared the young baller’s hard-on away. BoBo punched Carla, knocking her to the floor. “Watch that bitch, breed. She move, shoot her ass in the leg,” he told his masked partner in crime.