head were sitting in the cup holder, and there was smoke still coming out of what was left of his mouth. King James had been good to Sean, and Sean snaked him. He was a traitor and a rat who had been feedingthe police information. That offense was unforgivable, and the sentence was death.
Alonzo shook his head, saddened by what the game had been reduced to. “Alpo-ass nigga,” he said and fired two shots into Sean.
Ashanti and Alonzo peddled from the scene and left it to God to sort out the rest of Sean’s affairs.
Ashanti rode with Alonzo on the back of the bike until they got to 116th Street and Lenox, where they left the bike leaning against a store and headed for the avenue.
Alonzo pulled out a cheap cell phone he had purchased that morning and punched in a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he simply said, “Dead men tell no tales,” and ended the call. He then removed the SIM card, which he placed in his pocket, then shattered the phone in the street and kicked the pieces into a gutter.
“That it for the day?” Ashanti asked.
“Yeah, we done, at least for now. The next move is on them,” Alonzo told him.
“All this chess shit is getting on my nerves, Zo. I say rush homie’s spot and wipe them niggaz out once and for all,” Ashanti said heatedly.
Alonzo shook his head and smiled at Ashanti’s anxiousness to spill blood. “That’s because you’re still too young and too inexperienced to understand the value of life. You don’t rush into a lion’s den and put yourself at a disadvantage; you draw him out and give yourself a fighting chance.”
“Whatever, Zo,” Ashanti said dismissing his wisdom. “What you getting into for the rest of the day?”
Alonzo shrugged. “Not too much. I’m headed to the crib now to blow it down and freshen up. I got a date later. Bumped into this chick I used to fuck with awhile back, and we’re supposed to hook up later. I’m trying to crack that.”
“Damn, it seems like you rocking with a different shorty every night. What’re you trying to do, break Wilt Chamberlain’s record?” Ashanti teased him.
“More like finding a needle in a haystack. It seems like it’s easier to get a job than finding a good chick out here these days,” Alonzo said sadly.
“Then why keep looking? I say to hell with it. Be single and mingle.”
“True, but it gets old after awhile. Sometimes it’s nice to have somebody in your corner who rocks with you for who you are and not what you got or can do for them. I’m just looking for somebody who I can smile with after a long day of frowning out here on these streets. And it can’t be just anybody; she has to be special.”
“I think I understand,” Ashanti weighed his words. He gave Alonzo grief but secretly looked forward to his words of wisdom. “So what happened with shorty from the projects? I didn’t know her too good, but I can tell you thought she was special.”
“Who, Porsha?” Alonzo smiled thinking of the young lady who had stolen his heart not so long ago. “Yeah, she was special in her own way. In a perfect world, I’d have loved to see where things could’ve gone with Porsha, but it wouldn’t have worked, and I think deep down, we both knew it.”
“Why? Because she was a stripper?” Ashanti asked innocently.
Alonzo laughed. “Nah, li’l homie. Her being a stripperdidn’t have anything to do with it. I’ve never too much cared what people said or thought, especially when it comes to my heart. I think Porsha and me were a case of both of us bringing too much baggage to the table.”
“You ever think about following up with her?”
“No,” Alonzo said, but there was uncertainty in his voice. “Anyway, I’m about to bust a move,” he changed the subject. “You wanna come through for a minute?”
“Nah, I gotta go see a nigga about some change, but I might push through later on,” Ashanti told him and started for the train station.
“You need me to roll with
Alonzo shook his head, saddened by what the game had been reduced to. “Alpo-ass nigga,” he said and fired two shots into Sean.
Ashanti and Alonzo peddled from the scene and left it to God to sort out the rest of Sean’s affairs.
Ashanti rode with Alonzo on the back of the bike until they got to 116th Street and Lenox, where they left the bike leaning against a store and headed for the avenue.
Alonzo pulled out a cheap cell phone he had purchased that morning and punched in a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he simply said, “Dead men tell no tales,” and ended the call. He then removed the SIM card, which he placed in his pocket, then shattered the phone in the street and kicked the pieces into a gutter.
“That it for the day?” Ashanti asked.
“Yeah, we done, at least for now. The next move is on them,” Alonzo told him.
“All this chess shit is getting on my nerves, Zo. I say rush homie’s spot and wipe them niggaz out once and for all,” Ashanti said heatedly.
Alonzo shook his head and smiled at Ashanti’s anxiousness to spill blood. “That’s because you’re still too young and too inexperienced to understand the value of life. You don’t rush into a lion’s den and put yourself at a disadvantage; you draw him out and give yourself a fighting chance.”
“Whatever, Zo,” Ashanti said dismissing his wisdom. “What you getting into for the rest of the day?”
Alonzo shrugged. “Not too much. I’m headed to the crib now to blow it down and freshen up. I got a date later. Bumped into this chick I used to fuck with awhile back, and we’re supposed to hook up later. I’m trying to crack that.”
“Damn, it seems like you rocking with a different shorty every night. What’re you trying to do, break Wilt Chamberlain’s record?” Ashanti teased him.
“More like finding a needle in a haystack. It seems like it’s easier to get a job than finding a good chick out here these days,” Alonzo said sadly.
“Then why keep looking? I say to hell with it. Be single and mingle.”
“True, but it gets old after awhile. Sometimes it’s nice to have somebody in your corner who rocks with you for who you are and not what you got or can do for them. I’m just looking for somebody who I can smile with after a long day of frowning out here on these streets. And it can’t be just anybody; she has to be special.”
“I think I understand,” Ashanti weighed his words. He gave Alonzo grief but secretly looked forward to his words of wisdom. “So what happened with shorty from the projects? I didn’t know her too good, but I can tell you thought she was special.”
“Who, Porsha?” Alonzo smiled thinking of the young lady who had stolen his heart not so long ago. “Yeah, she was special in her own way. In a perfect world, I’d have loved to see where things could’ve gone with Porsha, but it wouldn’t have worked, and I think deep down, we both knew it.”
“Why? Because she was a stripper?” Ashanti asked innocently.
Alonzo laughed. “Nah, li’l homie. Her being a stripperdidn’t have anything to do with it. I’ve never too much cared what people said or thought, especially when it comes to my heart. I think Porsha and me were a case of both of us bringing too much baggage to the table.”
“You ever think about following up with her?”
“No,” Alonzo said, but there was uncertainty in his voice. “Anyway, I’m about to bust a move,” he changed the subject. “You wanna come through for a minute?”
“Nah, I gotta go see a nigga about some change, but I might push through later on,” Ashanti told him and started for the train station.
“You need me to roll with
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