FORTY-FIVE
The following afternoon, Lil’ Long smiled as he watched the news report on television from the bed of a motel. The authorities identified the body as those of assistant district attorney, Michael Thompson there was no mention of Sophia. Ascot’s face was flashed as a prime suspect in the killing.
“Nah, nah, don’t arrest that muthafucka. Damn, now I gotta go behind bars to kill that muthafucka.” Lil’ Long hollered at the television, picked up his cell phone and putting the caller on full blast. “Yo, I heard y’all muthafucka looking for me?” He said gruffly.
“Where you been daddy? I thought you were dead. They found your driver dead… and the police have been hanging around here asking all kinds of questions,” Ernesto said.
“One thing I wanna know and that is, is it time to collect that cheddar yet, dogs…?”
“Daddy you don’t understand, them Russians…”
“Fuck ‘em Russian muthafuckas… I see they got your ass shook. Whatever you say, man. I’ll be there at the poolroom at six.”
He grabbed the bag with the diamonds and headed out the door. Lil’ Long dialed away on his cell phone. “Is this Freddy Maruichi? Yo man I got that and I’m gonna bring it. Have my five hundred Gs’ and your jeweler standing by. I don’t wanna hear no bullshit outta y’all. I’m on my way.” After checking his guns, he hurriedly left. Downstairs he quickly jumped into a waiting taxi.
Coco and Josephine trudged up the stairs of Coco’s building. The elevator was broken again. When the girls opened the door to the apartment Rachel Harvey was on her knees, with a man’s dick in her mouth.
“What da fuck is this ma? Get da fuck outta here. Get out!” Coco screamed as another man rushed from the bathroom.
The men ran out the door and Coco slammed it shut. The teen locked eyes with her mother. Rachel Harvey scurried off and locked herself inside the bathroom.
In the living room, Coco noticed there were semen markings all over the new furniture. Josephine watched in awe as Coco went to the kitchen, came back with a sponge and began cleaning the furniture.
“That was dumb crazy, Coco,” Josephine said. “Parents just do as they wanna like they babies.”
Coco’s two-way was going off. The message from Deedee read: ‘Po-po arrested uncle. I’m at home.’
Coco led Josephine to the kitchen overlooking the streets. They stood their watching the action below for a minute.
“I think I might be pregnant. And it might be Eric’s.”
“You think or do you know?”
“I’m not sure. It’s too early to tell.”
“You better ask somebody, Eric was arrested earlier. Dee just sent me a text, yo.”
“Get da fuck out! Why they arrested him?”
“For murder,” Coco said after looking at her two-way pager.
“Aw man, why shit always got to get fucked up?” Josephine asked wringing her hands.
“Yeah, that’s soo hood.” Coco said staring at the action on the streets below.
