I had just dropped my boy Memo off at the drug rehab where he would stay for the next thirty days. Shit was high as hell, but that didn’t matter to me as long as he came out with his head straight. His mam signed him off with no problem, didn’t even know what she was signing, and I knew she was part of the reason that his young ass was even getting high. That’s all saw him mama do in and out, so I guess he just succumbed to it.
Next on my list of things to do was go pay a visit to the nigga who had vehemently defied me by selling to kids in the first place. Last night when I was talking to Pia, I thought that she was about to drop a bomb on me, but what she really let me know is that she knew who The nigga Khiri was AKA Ri the dude that owned the detailing shop. Memo had said something about a car lot, and Pia put two and two together that he had to have been talking about her lil’ boyfriend Ri.
That shit messed me up though because I was about to come clean to her, but when she told me that Ri was the person who was selling to the kids, that was the only thing on my mind. Now, I had to handle this shit and I hopped that we could do it amicably, but if not I was with all the shits.
I pulled up to the detailing shop which looked more like a block party. School was about to start back up in a few days and instead of these mama’s spending time with their kids, they were out here half-dressed and assed out looking for a few dollars. I walked amongst the crowd and they parted like the red sea. Even at someone else’s establishment, I was still untouchable.
A few niggas from around the way nodded in my direction showing respect while the bitches’ eyes me with lust in their eyes. A few months ago, I definitely would have been choosing, but I was locked down, happily. I walked into the office leaving the to see a few niggas siting around lounging. The goofiest clown I spotted was Ri himself with his feet kicked up. I only chuckled and shook my head.
“I need to speak to you ALONE,”I stated. The chatter ceased, and all eyes were now on me.
“Whatever you have to say in front of me you can say in front of my partners big man,” he joked slapping his dude’s hand.
“You are right and this won’t be too long anyway. Word is you like selling drugs to kids. That’s how you are rocking?”
“Man, we out here eating. Everybody can’t charge one hundred dollars for haircuts like you do shawty.”
His mans thought that was too funny because they all roared in laughter. Typical clowns, they always knew me when I couldn’t give a damn about them.
I sat down in the chair that was closet to me and clasped my hands together, never taking my eyes of Ri. If this nigga wanted to be an example, he could feel the flame.
“Okay, fair enough. But let me just say this clearly so you and your peons can get it. If this little mishap ever happens again, for every piece a work you are selling, I’ma make you eat it. It’s just that simple,” I shrugged and sat back in the chair.
“Big man calm down. It’s this really what you came here for or is it about your girl? I know you still a little hyped about me getting at her, but it’s not that deep, she’s all yours... now,” he still held that cocky smile but behind it, I could sense how uneasy he was. He was just putting on a show.
Again, his crew busted out laughing hyping his scary ass up. All of this shit was for show and I was about to prove it. The moment the calling hyenas shut up it was my time to laugh.
“Ya’ll niggas so funny, make me laugh.”
They looked around at one another, all four of them.
“You heard me right, I like to laugh too. Make me laugh,” I sat back and waited for the show to start.
“You, make me laugh,” I pointed to the loudest one who thought that whatever Ri said was oh so funny. His fat ass.
“Nigga, you tripping,” he replied, and then turned to his partner only to laugh again.
I reached for my waist and pulled my gat out and sat it on the table in front of me. I actually hated using guns. That was Iggy’s thing, but in this moment it was needed.
“Again, make me laugh,” I said, now it was my turn to smile cockily.
Fat ass nigga was just looking senseless now with nothing to say. Just like I expected Ri tried to discreetly reach in his drawer to pull his gun out.
“It ant there,” I spoke up.
They all looked at me wondering what I was talking about.
“I’m talking to you Ri, that gun you are reaching for not there.”
I had cleaned his entire office out last night, he had better be lucky that I didn’t burn the bitch down.
“And I know for a fact these weak ass niggas you run with ain’t holding, so again make me laugh,” I said with a chortle.
How the hell was you pumping iron in the streets and the niggas that he was surrounding his self with wasn’t even ready for war. None of these niggas was strapped like they thought they couldn’t get got or something. Comfortable ass niggas.
The one I asked to make me laugh was now sweating bullets like a fat black monkey. Now that shit was funny, like funny almost pee on myself funny.
“Y’all niggas tighten up man,” I finally stood.
“Ri, I hope my message was warmly received and yo’ fat ass still owe me a joke,” I said, looking to the black man. “Y’all guys be safe aite ,never mention my girl again nah font do thaaaatt!” I said, with a hint of sarcasm, tapping my gun against his forehead, all Ri did was what I expected him to do, not a damn thing.