a secluded block on Ninety-something Street and parked the Acura and sparked the weed.
“Man, you wasn’t lying about this weed being good, bro.” Sean smirked goofily. His eyes were glassy, and his speech was beginning to slow.
“I told you.” Alonzo took two tokes and blew them back out without inhaling. “I been making some decent money off this weed thing because the job market is slow. Shit, I got bills and a new a baby on the way, so I gotta make it happen any way I can. It’s crunch time for me, my nigga,” Alonzo said, his tone sincere.
Sean’s brain began to whirl. From what he knew of Alonzo, he had always been a good and loyal cat. With the way some of the circles he was moving in he could use a soldier like Alonzo to watch his back. Knowing that money was the root and salvation of most problems, that’s how he came at him.
“Check it out, my dude,” Sean began. “I been seeing ya li’l movements around the hood, man. I can respect your grind.”
“Thanks, Sean. That means a lot coming from a cat who’s where you’re at with it.” Alonzo stroked his ego.
“All good, my nigga. I’m just calling it like I see it. But, yo, you know I’m making some moves, power moves of my own, right?”
Alonzo nodded. “I see you out here getting it.”
“Yeah, I’m getting it, but I’m trying to share it too, feel me? Yo, if you ever feel like you tired of nickel and diming, you need to come holla at me.”
“That’s love, Sean, real talk. But, yo, don’t you work for that dude King James?” Alonzo asked.
Sean made a dismissive gesture. “I don’t work for nobody, nigga! I work with King James and that’s a temporary arrangement.” Sean took another hit of the blunt and his eyes dipped a little lower. The weed had him feeling arrogant, and he wanted to impress Alonzo. “I got it on good authority that King’s reign on the top is gonna be shorter than leprechauns.”
Alonzo twisted his lips. “Nah, the way I hear it is, King James got the streets in a headlock that ain’t nobody been able to break. None of the crews want it with that cat.”
“That’s because they crews ain’t big enough.” Sean laughed at his own inside joke.
“What you mean by that?”
Sean thought on it for a minute. “Let’s just say that the biggest gang in the world is about to knock the King off his throne, and as soon as that happens, I’m gonna snatch it!”
“Wow, that’s crazy. But I thought you and King were close.”
Sean frowned. “Fuck him; that nigga ain’t good to nobodybut himself. I can’t wait on no man to feed me. I gotta get it how I get it, feel me?”
“Nah, I don’t feel you,” someone said from the driver-side window. Sean turned and saw a kid perched on a mountain bike, wearing a black hoodie and black shorts. A red bandana was tied around his face, but you could see his eyes. They were the eyes of someone who had lost all faith in the world. “In fact, you sound like a bitch-ass nigga to me.” He pulled a long silver gun.
Sean opened his mouth to say something, but the kid shoved the barrel of the gun into his mouth, breaking two of Sean’s teeth on its way to his throat. “This will teach you to keep your big-ass mouth closed.” He pulled the trigger. Alonzo barely had time to jump out of the passenger’s side before the back of Sean’s head sprayed all over the inside of the Acura.
“Why the fuck didn’t you let me get out of the car before you shot him?” Alonzo barked, getting to his feet. He had scraped his hands and knees while diving out of the car.
Ashanti pulled the mask down so that Alonzo could see his grinning teenage face. “Sorry, dawg, I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”
“You be on some bullshit,” Alonzo said, climbing on the back of the bike.
“Shut up and handle your business so we can dip,” Ashanti said, passing Alonzo the gun.
Alonzo looked in the car at the mess that had once been Sean. His throat and the back of his
“Man, you wasn’t lying about this weed being good, bro.” Sean smirked goofily. His eyes were glassy, and his speech was beginning to slow.
“I told you.” Alonzo took two tokes and blew them back out without inhaling. “I been making some decent money off this weed thing because the job market is slow. Shit, I got bills and a new a baby on the way, so I gotta make it happen any way I can. It’s crunch time for me, my nigga,” Alonzo said, his tone sincere.
Sean’s brain began to whirl. From what he knew of Alonzo, he had always been a good and loyal cat. With the way some of the circles he was moving in he could use a soldier like Alonzo to watch his back. Knowing that money was the root and salvation of most problems, that’s how he came at him.
“Check it out, my dude,” Sean began. “I been seeing ya li’l movements around the hood, man. I can respect your grind.”
“Thanks, Sean. That means a lot coming from a cat who’s where you’re at with it.” Alonzo stroked his ego.
“All good, my nigga. I’m just calling it like I see it. But, yo, you know I’m making some moves, power moves of my own, right?”
Alonzo nodded. “I see you out here getting it.”
“Yeah, I’m getting it, but I’m trying to share it too, feel me? Yo, if you ever feel like you tired of nickel and diming, you need to come holla at me.”
“That’s love, Sean, real talk. But, yo, don’t you work for that dude King James?” Alonzo asked.
Sean made a dismissive gesture. “I don’t work for nobody, nigga! I work with King James and that’s a temporary arrangement.” Sean took another hit of the blunt and his eyes dipped a little lower. The weed had him feeling arrogant, and he wanted to impress Alonzo. “I got it on good authority that King’s reign on the top is gonna be shorter than leprechauns.”
Alonzo twisted his lips. “Nah, the way I hear it is, King James got the streets in a headlock that ain’t nobody been able to break. None of the crews want it with that cat.”
“That’s because they crews ain’t big enough.” Sean laughed at his own inside joke.
“What you mean by that?”
Sean thought on it for a minute. “Let’s just say that the biggest gang in the world is about to knock the King off his throne, and as soon as that happens, I’m gonna snatch it!”
“Wow, that’s crazy. But I thought you and King were close.”
Sean frowned. “Fuck him; that nigga ain’t good to nobodybut himself. I can’t wait on no man to feed me. I gotta get it how I get it, feel me?”
“Nah, I don’t feel you,” someone said from the driver-side window. Sean turned and saw a kid perched on a mountain bike, wearing a black hoodie and black shorts. A red bandana was tied around his face, but you could see his eyes. They were the eyes of someone who had lost all faith in the world. “In fact, you sound like a bitch-ass nigga to me.” He pulled a long silver gun.
Sean opened his mouth to say something, but the kid shoved the barrel of the gun into his mouth, breaking two of Sean’s teeth on its way to his throat. “This will teach you to keep your big-ass mouth closed.” He pulled the trigger. Alonzo barely had time to jump out of the passenger’s side before the back of Sean’s head sprayed all over the inside of the Acura.
“Why the fuck didn’t you let me get out of the car before you shot him?” Alonzo barked, getting to his feet. He had scraped his hands and knees while diving out of the car.
Ashanti pulled the mask down so that Alonzo could see his grinning teenage face. “Sorry, dawg, I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”
“You be on some bullshit,” Alonzo said, climbing on the back of the bike.
“Shut up and handle your business so we can dip,” Ashanti said, passing Alonzo the gun.
Alonzo looked in the car at the mess that had once been Sean. His throat and the back of his
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