Chapter 39

“The fuck you mean the bitch hung up on you?” Spin yelled at K.C.

“I called and told her we, well you might be interested in doing business with her. She said that was cool and why were you not calling her… I told her you were very busy.

“She said she was busy too, and maybe you two can schedule a time when your both not busy. Then she asked me not to call her anymore, and if I needed her to go through her people and to tell you to feel free to call her. She said, ‘goodbye,’ and hung up.”

Spin blinked…who the fuck is this bitch? he thought staring at K.C. He was debating and seriously considering just putting’ her down, whoever she was.

“Where’s the number?” Spin asked calmly while thinking I’m gonna kill this bitch.

“Spin we don’t need her money. Fuck that bitch; she came to us, she needs us.”

Spin looked at D-loc. He was right but still Spin wanted the money. He was also curious about the hoe. And although the bitch was pissing him off he had to, but hated to admit the bitch had balls. She was fucking bold.

Bitch must not know who she’s dealing with, Spin thought picking up the phone on his desk. He looked at K.C. and waited for him to hand him her number. Spin began dialing the number K.C. followed D-loc and Rod out of the office.

Spin sat listening to the phone ring. He thought it would go to voicemail but then someone picked up.

“Hello,” she said.

She sounded sexy. Spin tried to gage her voice to see if he could tell how she looked.

“Who’s this?” Spin asked.

“Who’s this?” the female echoed with an attitude.

“I asked first cuz.”

“First off you called my phone; now you obviously know who you looking fo’ that you called this number.”

“Let me talk to Shiesty Shi cuz,” Spin said getting upset.

“Don’t call my phone asking who I am nigga, you don’t pay naaa bill. When you call someone you say, ‘hello my name is…’ and then you ask may I speak with whopty whoop.

“Now, I’m hanging up; you can try again later.”

The line clicked. Spin stared at the phone. What the fuck? he thought. He was heated, but he had to laugh, who the fuck was that crazy hoe? I hope that ain’t Shiesty Shi Spin thought hitting redial.

The phone rang twice and then the same woman picked up again.

“Hello…”

She must be playing. Spin knew she had caller I.D. and that she knew who was calling.

“Hello,” Spin said and then biting his tongue said, “may I speak with Shiesty Shi?”

“May, I ask who’s calling?”

You may Spin thought and then decided to say his name. He knew once he made his presence known Shi would run to the phone, and there will be apologies. “Spin.”

“Oh, hey. This is Shi. How are you doing Spin?”

Spin could not believe the bitch was Shiesty Shi. He knew she knew who he was from the jump.

“You have some business for me?”

“Yes I do, I’d like to cop fifty pounds, and I got one hunit g’s…is that possible?”

“Of course my boys were ready to do business,” Spin said leaning back in his chair.

“And so was mine but I ain’t frontin’ fifty g’s Spin. Now we can do business or not, I got the money, you got the shit.”

Spin sighed, “Well we can work a little something out.”

“If ‘WE’ do then ‘WE’ need to show up, if ‘WE’ ain’t gonna show up then ‘WE’ can have ‘OUR’ people take care of this.”

Spin smiled, “If you wanted to see a nigga all you had to do was ask.”

The line was silent.

“I’d like to know who I’m doing business with.”

“How about tonight?”

“I’m busy.”

Spin looked at the phone and then put it back to his ear, “What?”

“I have something to do,” she said slowly. “How about tomorrow?”

“I’m busy,” Spin replied playing her game.

“Well you call me and let me know when you ain’t busy other than today, and I’ll see what my schedules like. Bye Spin.”

She hung up.

Spin was staring at the phone shocked. She showed no fear at all, and it made him wonder if she knew who she was fucking with.

“Who the fuck is this bitch?” he asked himself walking to the game room.

He sat down in recliner thinking about Shiesty Shi as Rod and K.C. played And1 Street Ball.

“So what happened?” K.C. asked not looking away from his game.

Before Spin could answer a loud Ding Dong echoed through the house. The game was paused, and everyone looked at one another.

Who the fuck is that? Spin wondered silently.

Sure he had a door bell, but that was the first it had ever been used. No one rang a door bell but people on television.

D-loc was sniffin’ a line off the bar.

Spin City was gated like T-money’s mansion. He did not have the security set up like T-money however when someone wanted in they had to press the button at the speaker box which Spin could answer in any of the many rooms. The speakers were equipped with a camera. Spin hadn’t heard the buzzer nor had he buzzed anyone through the gates.

Only a fool would attack him especially on his own turf.

Spin looked at D-loc who was shaking his head.

“Y’all expecting anyone?” Spin asked looking at Rod and K.C. as the doorbell Ding Donged again.

Everyone shook their heads.

D-loc pulled out his glock and sighed, “Don’t trip I’ll take care of it.”

He was walking out of the room mumbling.

The room was silent for a minute, and then K.C. looked at Spin as Rod un-paused the game.

“So…” he said turning back to the game.

“She said she was busy today,” Spin told him acting as if the doorbell had not interrupted the conversation.

“And… fuck that was a three…”

“Naw nigga a brick,” Rod shouted back at K.C.

“She hung up.” K.C. stopped and looked at Spin who said, “I’ll call back and talk to her later.”

“Spin we got a problem.”

Spin looked up at D-loc standing in the doorway to the game room.

“Wha-”

D-loc was pushed into the room, and Spin saw the gun. Instinctively he reached for his and so did K.C. and Rod forgetting all about the game.

Behind D-loc stepping in the doorway was a tall figure in a trench coat with a hoody. Spin noticed he had D-loc’s gun.

“Wrong house cuz,” Spin yelled heart pounding.

The figure kicked D-loc forward still pointing the gun.

“Oh I’m in the right place,” the figure said pulling off the hood.

Spin was shocked to see it was a woman. He began wondering was it Shiesty Shi. Her long burgundy hair fell to her shoulders and her brown eyes which were almost red glowed.

Smiling she let the gun twirl around her trigger finger and then tossed it to the floor.

“Sorry,” she said smiling her perfectly white smile. “The only way I could get yo’ attention.”

Spin heard the unmistakable southern accent. Still holding his gun he did not look as D-loc retrieved his.

“Well, what can we do for a pretty young woman like you,” Spin asked.

“It’s not what you can do for me,” she said taking off the trench coat, and the zip up hoody to reveal a nice body.

She had on skinny jeans with black knee high boots with heels. She had on a tight white tee with a longer black tee under it.

Flipping her hair she finished, “…it’s what I’m gonna do for you.

“Hello Spin, my name’s Clair…”