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convincingly. “Aight, but I’m a tell you from the jump that we can’t afford no fuck ups, you dig,” Rell said as he, Dave, and Debo stepped inside the bodega. “Come on B, fuck ups ain’t even in my vocabulary,” Dave said grabbing another forty from the freezer. “Aight, I’m just letting you know cause if you have any fuck ups you gonna have to report to the big man,” Rell said pointing at Debo. “Nah baby I got this, all I ask is that you let me put my man, Maurice, on so he can hold me down,” Dave asked twisting open the cap on his forty. That’s your call, but we about to do it real big out here, so I hope you ready like you say you are,” Rell told him. “Rell you know I’m always ready to get this money. You know how I get down.” “You might even have to bust that ratchet,” Rell reminded him. “You know my gun game is still serious,” Dave boasted. “Time will tell. I’m a send somebody around here to hit you off tomorrow,” Rell said as he gave Dave a pound, and broke out.
“That bitch ass nigga talks too fucking much. I hope his bite is louder than his bark,” Debo said once he and Rell were back in the whip. “He was stunting back there but, what fool can’t watch over the block,” Rell said splitting open a Dutch. “But he should be able to handle that block, if not we’ll just replace him,” Rell said shrugging his shoulders.
“Aight cool, but what’s up with that bitch ass nigga, G-money,” Debo asked with ice in his tone. “I’m ready to get at that fool.” “Who Gerald,” Rell chuckled. “We ain’t gonna kill him just yet ,that’s soon though. First we going to hit that clown where it hurts the most.” “And where’s that,” Debo asked confused. “We gonna hit his pockets first,” Rell said as he sprinkled the crunked up spliff in the Dutch. “Getting into a man’s pockets is worse than shooting him. Plus once you in his pockets, his mind is next, then once we in his mind he’s a dead man walking. Trust me, I got this whole shit already planned out,” Rell said giving his partner a wink.
For the past five years Rell sat in his cell coming up with the master plan, and now was the perfect time to execute his plan.
Chapter 15
THE NIGHT LIFE
“ Ahwww shit,” Eric mumbled under his breath, as he noticed G-money followed by at least fifteen thugs behind him. “What’s going brother, how you feeling,” Spanky asked giving the strip club’s bouncer a pound followed by a hug. “I’m cool,” Eric replied emotionlessly. “We not gonna have no problems in here tonight are we,” the big bouncer asked focusing all his attention on G-money and his entourage. “Nah baby, we chilling tonight,” G-money assured the big man as he slipped a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
“Okay gentlemen, ya’ll enjoy yourselves tonight,” the bouncer said letting the group pass through the velvet rope, and enter the club. Once inside the strip club, G-money and his entourage took a seat and enjoyed the show one of the strippers on the stage was putting on. “Damn that bitch’s ass is stupid fat,” Skip said out loud as he watched the stripper do a hand stand, and pop her pussy at the same time. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby you earning this money,” G-money yelled as he tossed a hand full of one’s at the sexy dancer. “You see shorty right there is about her paper,” he boasted to the rest of his crew.
Meanwhile Spanky just sat quietly on the sideline until he saw the person he was looking for. Christie came from the dressing room wearing nothing but a sky blue thong, and a pair of sky blue stiletto’s to match. Her meaty thighs along with her fat ass caused every man in the spot to redirect their attention to her goodies. Christie wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, she had a pretty face and a hustler’s tongue.
“ What’s good with this lap dance,” G-money asked flashing a hand full of singles.
“That bitch ass nigga talks too fucking much. I hope his bite is louder than his bark,” Debo said once he and Rell were back in the whip. “He was stunting back there but, what fool can’t watch over the block,” Rell said splitting open a Dutch. “But he should be able to handle that block, if not we’ll just replace him,” Rell said shrugging his shoulders.
“Aight cool, but what’s up with that bitch ass nigga, G-money,” Debo asked with ice in his tone. “I’m ready to get at that fool.” “Who Gerald,” Rell chuckled. “We ain’t gonna kill him just yet ,that’s soon though. First we going to hit that clown where it hurts the most.” “And where’s that,” Debo asked confused. “We gonna hit his pockets first,” Rell said as he sprinkled the crunked up spliff in the Dutch. “Getting into a man’s pockets is worse than shooting him. Plus once you in his pockets, his mind is next, then once we in his mind he’s a dead man walking. Trust me, I got this whole shit already planned out,” Rell said giving his partner a wink.
For the past five years Rell sat in his cell coming up with the master plan, and now was the perfect time to execute his plan.
Chapter 15
THE NIGHT LIFE
“ Ahwww shit,” Eric mumbled under his breath, as he noticed G-money followed by at least fifteen thugs behind him. “What’s going brother, how you feeling,” Spanky asked giving the strip club’s bouncer a pound followed by a hug. “I’m cool,” Eric replied emotionlessly. “We not gonna have no problems in here tonight are we,” the big bouncer asked focusing all his attention on G-money and his entourage. “Nah baby, we chilling tonight,” G-money assured the big man as he slipped a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
“Okay gentlemen, ya’ll enjoy yourselves tonight,” the bouncer said letting the group pass through the velvet rope, and enter the club. Once inside the strip club, G-money and his entourage took a seat and enjoyed the show one of the strippers on the stage was putting on. “Damn that bitch’s ass is stupid fat,” Skip said out loud as he watched the stripper do a hand stand, and pop her pussy at the same time. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby you earning this money,” G-money yelled as he tossed a hand full of one’s at the sexy dancer. “You see shorty right there is about her paper,” he boasted to the rest of his crew.
Meanwhile Spanky just sat quietly on the sideline until he saw the person he was looking for. Christie came from the dressing room wearing nothing but a sky blue thong, and a pair of sky blue stiletto’s to match. Her meaty thighs along with her fat ass caused every man in the spot to redirect their attention to her goodies. Christie wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, she had a pretty face and a hustler’s tongue.
“ What’s good with this lap dance,” G-money asked flashing a hand full of singles.
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