When Truth Is Gangsta by Tecori Sheldon

Author:Tecori Sheldon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Strebor Books

“Fly, man, your skirt’s showing, fam,” Ruffneck said from the front passenger seat of the plain-looking, blue church bus. Fly had kept up with his end of the bargain by copping the joint from a cracked-out deacon for a couple hits. They sat around the corner from Cadillac’s joint, waiting for the signal that the coast was clear. Berry-Flavor would leave the front and side doors unlocked once she was inside. She would then thumb out a text to let Ruffneck know when to move.

Fly had a stressful look of disgust on his face; like something was eating away at his soul. “My stupid-ass baby-momma, G,” Fly came clean. “She’s dragging my daughter around in the streets, dog. I heard she’s seeing this cat named Reno. And she takes my baby over to that fool’s stash spot and sits over there with him.”

Ruffneck sincerely felt for his dude. Fly was in over his head with that one. His baby-momma was a straight-up tramp with the hunger to be bigger than life. It was a destructive appetite that had left Fly in the middle of cleaning up her shit, when they had to put Go-Hard and his crew down.

“Listen, guy,” Ruffneck said, trying to be careful at selecting the words. “You gotta get your head together. We’re really depending on you, man. I’m not going up in that house”—he pointed in the direction—“unless you have it all together. I don’t wanna have to bury none of you. This thing might be the only opportunity we get. We have to strike now. This is our time, G. Understand?”

Fly cracked a smile. “Yeah, I guess I have been kinda tripping.”

The tension in the van eased up a little.

It was something to nine, Halloween night. Fly was taking it all in—the sight of the last little ghost-in-goblins innocently trying to get that last-minute bag of candy. Halloween customs and tradition had remained the same since he’d been a little spook running door to door yelling, “Trick-or-treat!”

Fly knew that Ruffneck was right and spoke from the heart. After a thorough self-evaluation, he checked himself. The space that he and his crew were entering was definitely above self. But there was one hot question burning in his mind and he had to ask: “Did you do Bundy McGurk?”

Ruffneck was totally caught off-guard. He hadn’t known that he was so transparent. Ruffneck had been still struggling with the whole Menace-homo-thing.

“What makes you ask that?” was all Ruffneck could say.

Fly pushed. “Did you put Bundy in the dirt?”

Ruffneck looked his boy straight in the face and lied his ass off. “No. I didn’t do the nigga. Looks like somebody else wanted the fool dead more than me.” Explaining why he’d moved on McGurk, without his crew, would’ve proved to be a distraction from the task in front of them. This was neither the time nor the place to go into a conversation on Ruffneck’s complexed reasoning. At times, he felt like a hyprocrite.

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