on purpose.
I finally felt like I was in my element again. I was back, back on center stage where I belonged. All of a sudden, the room fell quiet. I was still popping shit with one of my niggas when I heard somebody whisper, “Poppo’s here.”
I looked up to see that bitch-ass nigga standing in the door, staring at me. In one quick motion, I went for my Glock, which was in the holster hooked on my belt. My first instinct was to kill his bitch ass, but I knew I was in a public place, filled with snitches. I knew wherever Poppo was, Calico wasn’t too far away. I threw my left hand in the air as to say, “What’s up?” I didn’t want to have to light the barbershop up, but I would, if I had to.
To my surprise, Poppo threw both hands up in the air on some white-flag, I-surrender shit, letting me know he wasn’t trying to beef, at least not at that point. I didn’t trust that nigga as far as I could see his scandalous ass, though.
“Hey, nigga, you need to relax. Just consider me your savior,” Poppo said in a low tone as he passed me.
Everyone’s eyes beamed on that nigga Poppo, their ears almost peeled back. Poppo looked just like one of those 2Pac-ass West Side muthafuckas too, dressed in Converse, jeans, and a flannel shirt. This cat was a fucking joke.
“Nigga, what is you talking about?” I screwed my faced up and wondered how his bitch ass could ever be my savior.
“Ask your bitch.”
I could feel my temper rising. “What the fuck you say?” I started to rush his ass, but everyone grabbed me and held me back.
Poppo looked at me and said, “I ain’t got no beef with you, little homie. Just ask your old lady what it is.” With that, he left.
Although I stayed and let the African broad in the shop braid my hair, my mind was churning, and I was burning up inside. Ain’t life a bitch? I almost got killed, my wifey stands by me, then the next thing I know, that bitch is trying to do me.
Chapter 13
“The Run-in”
Poppo
I walked out the barbershop wondering if I’d just fucked things up. It was bad enough I had missed my meeting with Jewel when I’d gotten arrested, and I hadn’t heard from her since. Then I get into a fucking argument with Touch. I probably shouldn’t have said shit about nothing, but that shit just came out of nowhere. I never expected to run into that nigga, Touch. Then it was how this nigga came at me. What the fuck was I suppose to do? Bitch up? Nah, I wasn’t about to let that shit happen. But I should have been a little smarter about how I handled shit ’cause, if Touch didn’t know about the plan, for sure it was gonna bring problems between him and his bitch. I was expecting a call from Jewel soon enough.
Ring! Ring!
My phone rang sooner than I’d expected. I thought it was Jewel. I looked down at my phone. To my surprise it was Murdock.
“What up, nigga? You ready for me?” I said, hoping this nigga had my ten grand.
I’d been waiting some time for my dough, and a nigga was getting restless. For a minute I thought he had bucked on me for my money. I had actually called that nigga a few times and left a couple of threatening messages. Sometimes that’s what it took to get a reaction out of a nigga.
“I got a little something for you, man. You can come check me at the Caribbean spot.”
“I’m on my way.”
It took no time for me to arrive at our usual spot, Mo Dean’s. I walked in the restaurant to find Murdock sitting at the bar.
“What up, duke?” I dapped him up.
“Can I get you a drink?” Murdock offered.
“Nah, man. I ain’t here for that. Let me get that off of ya, so I can get out of here. You know I don’t like hanging around out here. This spot getting hot. I got locked up on some bullshit the last time I was out here fucking with you.”
“Yeah, man. The fucking police flooded the joint as soon as you left that day. They had niggas lined up on the wall, searching cats and running IDs. I was lucky though; everything
I finally felt like I was in my element again. I was back, back on center stage where I belonged. All of a sudden, the room fell quiet. I was still popping shit with one of my niggas when I heard somebody whisper, “Poppo’s here.”
I looked up to see that bitch-ass nigga standing in the door, staring at me. In one quick motion, I went for my Glock, which was in the holster hooked on my belt. My first instinct was to kill his bitch ass, but I knew I was in a public place, filled with snitches. I knew wherever Poppo was, Calico wasn’t too far away. I threw my left hand in the air as to say, “What’s up?” I didn’t want to have to light the barbershop up, but I would, if I had to.
To my surprise, Poppo threw both hands up in the air on some white-flag, I-surrender shit, letting me know he wasn’t trying to beef, at least not at that point. I didn’t trust that nigga as far as I could see his scandalous ass, though.
“Hey, nigga, you need to relax. Just consider me your savior,” Poppo said in a low tone as he passed me.
Everyone’s eyes beamed on that nigga Poppo, their ears almost peeled back. Poppo looked just like one of those 2Pac-ass West Side muthafuckas too, dressed in Converse, jeans, and a flannel shirt. This cat was a fucking joke.
“Nigga, what is you talking about?” I screwed my faced up and wondered how his bitch ass could ever be my savior.
“Ask your bitch.”
I could feel my temper rising. “What the fuck you say?” I started to rush his ass, but everyone grabbed me and held me back.
Poppo looked at me and said, “I ain’t got no beef with you, little homie. Just ask your old lady what it is.” With that, he left.
Although I stayed and let the African broad in the shop braid my hair, my mind was churning, and I was burning up inside. Ain’t life a bitch? I almost got killed, my wifey stands by me, then the next thing I know, that bitch is trying to do me.
Chapter 13
“The Run-in”
Poppo
I walked out the barbershop wondering if I’d just fucked things up. It was bad enough I had missed my meeting with Jewel when I’d gotten arrested, and I hadn’t heard from her since. Then I get into a fucking argument with Touch. I probably shouldn’t have said shit about nothing, but that shit just came out of nowhere. I never expected to run into that nigga, Touch. Then it was how this nigga came at me. What the fuck was I suppose to do? Bitch up? Nah, I wasn’t about to let that shit happen. But I should have been a little smarter about how I handled shit ’cause, if Touch didn’t know about the plan, for sure it was gonna bring problems between him and his bitch. I was expecting a call from Jewel soon enough.
Ring! Ring!
My phone rang sooner than I’d expected. I thought it was Jewel. I looked down at my phone. To my surprise it was Murdock.
“What up, nigga? You ready for me?” I said, hoping this nigga had my ten grand.
I’d been waiting some time for my dough, and a nigga was getting restless. For a minute I thought he had bucked on me for my money. I had actually called that nigga a few times and left a couple of threatening messages. Sometimes that’s what it took to get a reaction out of a nigga.
“I got a little something for you, man. You can come check me at the Caribbean spot.”
“I’m on my way.”
It took no time for me to arrive at our usual spot, Mo Dean’s. I walked in the restaurant to find Murdock sitting at the bar.
“What up, duke?” I dapped him up.
“Can I get you a drink?” Murdock offered.
“Nah, man. I ain’t here for that. Let me get that off of ya, so I can get out of here. You know I don’t like hanging around out here. This spot getting hot. I got locked up on some bullshit the last time I was out here fucking with you.”
“Yeah, man. The fucking police flooded the joint as soon as you left that day. They had niggas lined up on the wall, searching cats and running IDs. I was lucky though; everything
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