parked.
As he headed to the rental he noticed the locals, a few elderly couples, sitting on their porches living life and was slightly consumed by quilt. This place was nothing like his hood in NY which he had left. This was a quiet place where people felt comfortable letting children and grandchildren play outside without the threat of violence. But on the front side of the building in an apartment across the street, he and Dark were contributing to the destruction of their community. He pushed the thought out of his mind knowing that if he wanted to get where he was trying to be, he had no room for empathy. He could hear the sounds of salsa music playing a few doors down from where the elderly couple lived as he hit the button on the key ring releasing the automatic locks on the rental.
K slid in the brand new champagne colored Cadillac that he’d rented from Enterprise. He smelled the new car scent mixed with the smell of the tan leather interior. Shit was flowing real decent so he felt entitled to treat himself to this small luxury. His Acura was also sacrificed as one of the losses from his last incarceration. Another casualty which he knew when his pockets got right, he would replace. K pulled up to a club called HARRYS which was attached to a hotel called The Traylor. As he cruised the parking lot looking for a space he noticed various groups of honeys in all flavors making their way to the entrance of the club. He saw a few dudes here and there, but the numbers of cuties were far more than dudes. He smiled to himself considering the possibilities. He pulled into a spot next to a green Navigator. He was familiar with the car and the driver because he was one of the cats Dark had put him onto who had been copping weight. You would have thought by his car game that dude was doing big things, but he turned out to only be an ounce copping niggah. K turned off the caddy and exited the vehicle. As he started towards the entrance of the club, he felt the weight of the snub nose.357 magnum that was tucked in his waist. He had close to 7G’s in his pocket, which when he thought about it, wasn’t a real good idea to be carrying going into a hood spot for the first time. He returned to the passenger side of the caddy and checked the parking lot carefully. Seeing that the coast was clear he peeled $1500 off his bank roll, which was more than enough for Henny and Heinekens.
He locked the rest of the money inside the glove compartment. Next was the issue of the hammer(gun). He wasn’t sure what the security was like or the atmosphere in the club. Just because he didn’t see niggahs, didn’t mean that they weren’t inside and on some bullshit. Still observing his surroundings, he slid the heavy steel from his waistband and slipped it under the wheel well and sat it on top of the back tire. This was an old trick that he’d learned coming up in the hood. If shit popped off it was always easy access to get to his piece.
Just As he was starting towards the club, he heard female voices coming up the parking lot. He turned to to see four cuties headed towards the club and dressed to impress.
“Hi,” one of the honeys said catching K off guard.
Upon further observation he noticed that all four of them were bad as a motherfucker.
“What’s good gorgeous? How you?”
This piece of eye candy was giving K some mean eye contact; leaving no room for dispute that she was interested.
“What’s your name? I’m Trish. I saw you in the diner with Skulls the other night,” she said in a seductive Latino accent.
“This is Jeanette, Julie, and Heather,” she added introducing another Puerto Rican and two white girls.
The statement about Skulls put K on point to what type of chicks he may be dealing with. If they knew him they were probably, hoodrats in Diva disguises. Good enough to freak with, but you probably didn’t want to put too much time in with them. And you definitely didn’t want to wife one. He had seen the type before. The
But K wasn’t looking for a relationship, just something to do to occupy his time and take his mind off Mattie.
“I’m K. What’s up, yall trying to hangout wit a niggah?” he said returning the same eye contact she was giving him. “Drinks on me.”
That pretty much sealed the deal as they made their way to the club. After paying for everybody to get in and passing security, he realized that he had just found him a new hangout spot. Of course the grimey cats he anticipated might be inside were there, but he could deal with them. He had been dealing with them all his life. The part that officially locked him in was the wall to wall to wall honeys that filled the spot.
K headed straight to the bar with his newfound friends close on his heels.
“Get what yall want,” he told them over the loud music.
K noticed a couple of cats who he’d met since he’d been in the town and dealt with on a business level. He also noticed all the chicks that came by the bar trying to see who the new niggah was hanging with Trish and her crew. A few shots of Hennessy later and K felt a tug on his hand. He had been deepin thought after hanging up his cellphone with yet another straight to voicemail call to Mattie. Trish’s smile combined with cognac was all that was needed to stitch up the wound in his heart that was reopening.
“Come dance with me Papi,” she said seductively. Thoughts of Mattie vanished. She swayed her hips like a snake charmer and K followed her lead.
Mattie and Reebie entered the apartment just after six in the morning. They were both tired from the night of partying at a club in Manhattan that Reebie had talked Mattie into going to.
“Come on Mat. Let’s go hangout in the Village. I’m tired of sitting around in this apartment,” Reebie had said yesterday.
Mattie was also tired of sitting around, and she was still fairly content with a couple of blunts and some loud music. But Reebie had kept pushing the issue.
“We can go shopping and go to Juniors to get cheesecake. Please?” Reebie whined.
Now Mattie thought, this bitch aint playing fair. Cheesecake and shopping.Her two weaknesses. So after a little more persuasion, Mattie had reluctantly given in. She really didn’t want to leave the apartment either. Especially due to the fact that she had misplaced her cellphone, which she kept on vibrate because she always listened to her music at such a high volume. The last time she had spoken to K was yesterday and he said things were going good. He was also coming home in a couple of days and had something important to talk to her about.
Now as she stuck her key in the apartment door, she wished she would have kept her ass at home. They had almost missed their stop on the train and would have had the conductor not woke them up. Of course they didn’t have to catch the train back out to Wyandanch, which Reebie reminded Mattie all the way through Penn Station. Of the five crews of dudes that tried to get with the undeniably gorgeous sister, three dudes actually offered to bring them back out to the Island… after breakfast.
But of the dudes that had offered, none of them were the ones out of the crew buying drinks. Not to mention one of them looked like he couldn’t even spell car, let alone own one. As soon as Reebie was through the door she kicked off her heels and headed straight to the couch. Look at this crusty bitch, Mattie thought as she smiled to herself. There was no doubt how much she loved her sister. At times she wished that she could put her in her pocket and protect her from the world and all the hurt that she had been through. Mattie dreaded the thought of some manipulating man entering her sister’s life and destroying it.
It wasn’t five minutes before Mattie could hear Reebie snoring. She was dead tired too, but she had to shower before she went to bed. She also wanted to make another attempt to find her phone. She knew that it had to be somewhere in the house. Mattie kicked off her shoes and headed towards the bathroom. She knew the weed that K had left wasthe reason that she kept misplacing shit. She didn’t know where he got that shit from, but it was straight fire.
Mattie was on her way to turn on the shower when she heard it.
What the fuck? aw hell naw! She thought as she looked at the medicine cabinet. She pulled open the mirror and there it sat next to the Advil that she’d taken earlier for a headache. She grabbed her phone which was vibrating out of control. 46 missed calls.
“Shit! I know this niggah is buggin right now,” she said in a worried whisper.
