The Reunion Show by Brenda Hampton

The Reunion Show by Brenda Hampton

Author:Brenda Hampton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Strebor Books


The day that I’d gotten a call from Jeff about Jada winning Hell House, I was in the middle of something and had to call him back. I slammed the phone down to see what the fuck was going on.

“Everybody, on the floor. Now!” the man shouted as I peeked at him through the door in my tiny, corner office. This made the third time within two weeks that some fool done came up in my laundromat robbing my customers. Business had already been suffering because of it. It pissed me off that every time somebody black in the hood tried to run a business, the niggas around here would do their best to shut it down with bullshit like this.

“I want all you bitches to slowly stand up and put your purses over here on the table. Anybody caught trippin’ will be dealt with.”

Mostly all of the women got off the floor and placed their purses on the table. One lady, however, was tending to her baby and to her son who were both crying. The robber appeared irritated. He scratched his head and rubbed across his crusty lips. Crack-head fool was written all over him, and as I plotted my next move, I was sure I could take him down.

“Shut that goddamn baby up!” he shouted. “And hurry the fuck up with yo purse!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t quiet a baby who’s hungry. And my son is afraid. Don’t you see that he’s afraid of you?”

“Either you shut them up or I’ll settle this problem myself! You got one minute to do it or you gon’ be lyin’ yo fat ass in a pool of their blood.”

The crazy nigga rushed over to the table. He picked up the women’s purses and dropped them into a huge garbage bag that he carried. Obviously, he came prepared, or at least he thought he did.

I removed the Glock 9 from behind me and held it in my hand. My sidekick, Poetry, touched my shoulder and pulled on it.

“Be careful, Prince” she whispered. “You see that he got a gun too, so be real careful, baby.”

“I will, but I need you to stay back. I know how you are, Poetry, but I want you to stay right here so you don’t get hurt.”

She nodded.

As I made my way out of my office, ol’ boy had his back to me. I was able to tiptoe my way close to him. What made him turn around was another little boy in the laundromat who was lying on the floor with his sister. He shouted to the man, “You’d better watch your back!”

With everyone’s eyes shifting in my direction, the man turned around. He aimed his gun at me; my gun was aimed at him. While my face displayed a cold stare, he was all smiles, showing his stained, broken teeth.

“Back the fuck up, li’l nigga,” he said. “I didn’t come here to hurt nobody, but I will if I have to.”

“I don’t want to hurt you either, but you picked the wrong place to do this shit.



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