Chapter 37

“Shiesty Shi?” Spin said looking at K.C. and Rod. They nodded, “who the hell is this bitch?”

K.C. shrugged, and rod said, “Some chick trying to move major weight.”

Spin nodded. He looked at D-loc who had a bag of powder. He stuck his pinky in and sniffed a small amount off his finger. Spin rolled his eyes.

D-loc just started sniffin’ coke out of nowhere. They bought from Columbians, and he used to taste it to check it out. Then one day he began sniffin’. Now, he stayed with an ounce on him, he was constantly playing with his nose.

Spin was waiting for it to become a problem before he intervened. The thing was D-loc had been functioning better since he started doing coke.

“She the bitch that won’t fifty?” Spin asked. K.C. nodded. “Well, she serious?”

K.C. and Rod shrugged. “We met with her people-”

“People?” Spin asked. “People? She got people? What kind of people?”

“Some nigga named King from P.A. He say he work fo’ Shiesty Shi. Said they willing to drop a hunit on it.”

Spin nodded, the price hadn’t returned to normal since he killed T-money and hoarded the drugs he had. So he could easily get another fifty, probably a hundred more out of them. But he’d deal with that later. “Well, what happened?”

“We sent message saying we’ll meet, and we need fifty up front to see if they real. We’ll drop the fifty, and we get the other fifty from them,” Rod explained.

“And?”

“Her man said she didn’t like that and gave us this,” Rod handed Spin a piece of paper.

He could smell the perfume on it. It was a phone number. “Said give her a call when you wanna do serious business.”

Spin raised his eyebrow. “Loc who is this bitch?”

D-loc looked up at Spin. “Don’t know, ain’t nobody eva seen her ass. But she selling weed already, the bitch a hustla. She got money coming in all over… I done been hearing her name for a while now, first with the Shy Girls and-”

“Shy Girls?” Spin asked.

“The bitch’s a pimp, got bout ten hoes working for her, half of her hoes ain’t real bitches I heard. But I’m hearing they bringing it in. Don’t even stand on the track no moe’ all by appointments.”

Spin stared at D-loc and then the number. Who the fuck was this bitch?

50 pounds was lot, a hundred g’s at the least. Spin could pass up the money, but there was something strange about all of it.

“Where’d she get the shit she selling now?” Spin asked hoping she wasn’t some out of towner trying to compete and take over the Bay because Spin had no competition nor did he like it. Men, women or children…if there was a threat they’d all get wet.

Spin treated them equal.

“Don’t know, I think us. Coupla months back someone asked fo’ five pounds…and I think I heard it was fo’ Shiesty Shi..."

“But that should be gone by-”

“Now,” Spin finished nodding. “Who is this bitch?” he asked again.

Curiosity would kill any nigga, but Spin didn’t care. Besides he was untouchable. Before a nigga could get one off he’d have at least twelve in him. Guessing she could be an enemy, a threat. Spin decided that he had to know or try to find out. And if he didn’t find out he’d just have the bitch killed just in case.

Spin tossed the paper across his desk and said, “Call her. I wanna meet her.” Everyone exchanged looks, “And tell her to have my money, and I’ll have what she wants.”

If I decide to kill her I might as well profit from it Spin thought.