TWENTY-TWO
“What da fuck? You for real?” Lil’ Long shouted.
“I’m telling ya, roots. See all da traffic backed up? She was found somewhere round here,” Vulcha said. Lil’ Long gazed at the slow-moving traffic.
“Da bitch wuz akkin’ da fool all evening.”
“Yep, but ya had to do it, didn’t ya?” Vulcha asked.
“What ya trying to say? I killed her? Nah, wasn’t me. I did-n’t hit her like that, kid,” Lil’ Long said.
“Yeah, but...”
“But what?”
“You wanted to hit that bitch hard. I mean, kapow,” Vulcha said. He extended his right fist and laughed.
“Just watch da fuck wha’ your ass is doing, nigga, ‘fore you cause a damn accident,” Lil’ Long said.
“What did you hit her wid? A drunken dick? A suicide knob? Bitch couldn’t stand it. She went crazy. Had to go shoot herself,” Vulcha said belching a violent laugh. “Since you love giving advice, why didn’t you try talking da bitch outta killing herself?”
“I’m telling you, kid, I wuz hitting da bitch. Hitting da bitch. And da bitch got freaky on me, kid. I crashed for awhile. Da bitch was all curled up in a corner, smoking coolies. I woke up. Da bitch an’ my gat missing. I’m running all over da fucking place trying to find her. Now your ass come telling me this bullshit about some naked bitch found shot.”
“That’s why traffic was backed up, I’m telling you, sun.”
The flow of traffic became easy. Vulcha turned for the downtown lanes.
“That’s some real crazy shit, Vulcha,” Lil’ Long said.
“Yeah, hit that bitch. She couldn’t stand it. Had to fucking shoot herself. If it wasn’t da dick, then what did ya put in them coolies?”
“Same as always, man: dust and fucking coke. Yo, but I’m telling ya, da bitch wuz cr-cr-cra-zee way before I hit it, dogs.”
“Yeah, yeah. Seen how da bitch be moaning and grinding on da stage.”
“I’m telling ya, kid.”
“Word,” Vulcha said.
“Word up.”
“Da bitch wuz one bad, crazy bitch,” Vulcha said. Lil’ Long joined in chorus at the end. They squirmed wildly and chuckled at the revelation.
“See how she wuz dancing on cars and shit?”
“Yeah, fuck it, that’s da long and short of it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Look at honey wid them lips, in da next car kid. Over on this side, nigga.”
“Oh, oh yeah. Hmm, hmm,” Vulcha said.
“I would love to put my dick right between your lips. Have a nice day, too.” Lil’ Long waved and smiled at the woman.
The woman held her gun ready, out of sight. She allowed them to overtake her.
“Assholes,” she muttered. She heard the music and laughter echoing from the SUV.
“Bitch,” they yelled as Vulcha swerved in front, awkwardly cutting her off and accelerated.
You don’t stop. You don’t stop... The lyrics blasted in the Navigator.
“I ain’t fucking wid no more dancing ca-razee chicken heads for a while, kid. I’m leaving ‘em alone. Might kill a nigga. Crazy bitch!” Lil’ Long shouted above the blare of the sound system. Vulcha drove and laughed.