One Hustler's World by Nikita Stewart

Author:Nikita Stewart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African American, urban, drama romance, crime police detectives, true crime, urban lit hood, contemporary women suspense, mystery action fast paced, women's fiction
Publisher: Firing Pen Books
Published: 2021-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

I do not have to forgive my enemies. I have had them all shot

-Ramon' Maria Narvaez 1800-1868

Norfolk, Va.

90 minutes later

A burgundy Dodge Stratus was parked near the Riverside Drive/Wakefield Avenue residential intersection. One with the early morning night, gloved hands held onto the steering wheel. Behind the light, 35% tinted windows, Dynamo wiped his sweaty. He tensed, watching Meatball & Ski-Beau finally exit Yolanda's slow dissipating house party.

KT, occupying the front passenger seat, incensed how the intoxicated men staggered towards a green Toyota Camry—seemingly without a care in the world. He wrote down the license plate and said. "Fam, the fact they able to come to Yolanda's house-party, why outside of you and her, I say the hell with every muthafucka out here. That rep yo hood shit a false love. When the chips down, if the hood had to choose, they'll rather see us pine boxed than on top."

Dynamo nodded.

The Toyota Camry pulled away from the curb. Once the vehicle made a distant left onto Ingleside Road, he pulled the Dodge Stratus away from the Riverside Drive curb. Dynamo, tracking the distant taillights, broke the brief silence. “Ace, I was way outta pocket going at Maxine like that. I got so caught up... I don't know what I was thinking.”

KT waved off the apology. " You apologizing to the wrong you.”

“You can't talk to her for me?"

“I could, but real talk, that's something only you can square with her. Squaring it with Yolanda might be a lil more difficult. So, I'll talk to her."

Silence fell.

The men lost within their thoughts kept a safe, inconspicuous distance. For nearly an hour, the men surveillance the Toyota Camry around the city, seemingly on a course to nowhere in particular. After another twenty minutes, the vehicle turned into the Coleman Place, Norfolk area—a mere quarter mile from the Fox Hall Quarters Apartment. Traveling down Azalea Garden Road, the Toyota Camry made a left onto Cape Henry Avenue. Twenty seconds later, Dynamo made the turn. Sighing with frustration, he spat. “We can't keep this up. So, let’s just take care of this bizness now."

KT replied. "Stay patient Ace, they drunk asses bound to call it a night soon."

“Them fuckas right there! I say we get to it while we still can!"

“We need to hit all the shot-callers, all at once. How can we do that unless we learn everything about them two? Especially Ski-Beau." Pleased by his friend's silence, KT continued. "Once we catch em at home, we can make em call an IGC meeting. Then we body the whole top tier. Not to mention the cash and other shit we know they holding. We win for winning.”

Dynamo looked around the dark landscape. Small roadside ditches were on both sides of the two-lane street. Middle-class homes were to his immediate right. Railroad tracks and a wooded tree line to his left, he floored the accelerator.

KT snapped. “Ace, slow this bitch down before they catch on.”

“Fuck em and that dumb ass plan!”

“Think about what the fuck you doing!"

"I am.

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