Philly Girl by Marcus Weber

Author:Marcus Weber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2021-08-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“Get in here. Did you make sure nobody was following you?” Hassan asked Chuck when he entered the house.

“Nah, wasn’t nobody following me. But check dis out. I found the muthafuckas who been robbing us,” Chuck said. “And you’re not gonna believe dis shit.”

Chuck took a seat on the couch and started to give his spiel just as Sarita walked out of the kitchen. She overheard what Chuck said and gave him a devious look before she too took a seat on the couch. There was an awkward moment when Chuck and Sarita stared at each other.

With the two staring at each other with uneasy eyes, Hassan took notice. “What da fuck is up wit’ y’all two?” he asked, looking back and forth at them.

Chuck was about to say something, but Hassan’s phone began vibrating on the coffee table. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Torres. “I gotta take this,” he said, taking the phone into the other room.

“Bitch, I know about you!” Chuck whispered, looking back to see where Hassan was.

“And I know about you too. Buying dope from the same person who’s trying to kill ya brother. What do you think he’s gonna do to you when he finds out?” Sarita taunted.

“Bitch, I should kill you right now!” Chuck snapped, pulling the compact .45 from his hip.

“You not gonna do shit. You kill me and I guarantee Hassan finds out about you and Dion before the end of the day,” Sarita said. She reached into her bag, pulled out her cell phone, and showed him a picture of him and Dion walking hand in hand through the front doors of the Holiday Inn. “You might as well dig ya grave right next to mine,” she continued, and quickly put her phone back into her bag before Hassan walked back into the room.

Chuck tucked his .45 back into his pocket, seeing that Sarita had the upper hand on him. The information she had was a sure death sentence, brother or not.

“What da hell is going on wit’ y’all two?” Hassan asked again when he sat back down on the couch. The tension in the room was thick.

“Nah, everything’s good,” Chuck replied.

“Good, ’cause Poppy got it in. Sarita, you’re gonna make the pickup—”

“Hold up, brah! You gonna trust her wit’ all that product?” Chuck protested. “I can handle it.”

Hassan turned around and looked at Chuck like he was crazy. “Nigga, if I thought you was responsible enough to make the pickup, you’d be doing it. But being that I don’t have that much confidence in you, Sarita’s gonna run point on this one.”

Chuck was really pissed off, and Sarita sitting there with a smirk on her face made it even harder for him not to blow a gasket. He gave Hassan a look of disappointment before getting up and leaving the house.

Hassan felt bad for about ten seconds and then got right back to business. “The pickup is at ten o’clock tonight. Don’t fuck dis up,” he told Sarita before dismissing her.

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