Con Artist (A princeton and roc royal love story)

I glanced down at the scars on my hand shaking my head slowly. It all had to come down to this I thought as I tied my hair in two separate braids. Pulling my black hood over my head I exited the subway bathroom

. Making sure to keep my head low I shuffled around the subway making sure I didn't draw attention to myself. Climbing up the subway stairs two by two I was hit by the stale Chicago air.

Staring at my feet as I fast walked down the street I ducked into a graffiti stained alley and looked around to make sure nobody was watching me. I took a deep breath and slid my hands into my pockets continuing my route until I got to the back of the alley. It smelled like weed, beer and pee my boss looked up at

Me he was smoking a blunt.

"Come closer." He commanded me.

I hesaintly walked closer to him when I was about a foot away from him he let out a big long pouch of smoke right in my face. I wanted to cough but I knew he would take that as a sign of weakness so I just stood there my eyes watering. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the two goons that were standing right beside him. One was built like a truck he was tall and lean he had a scowl on his face like he always did. And the other on was a lot younger he looked about my age he had light skin and a big ass Afro I could tell he was staring at me at his hip was an rifle gun.

Faro my leader pushed a newspaper article towards me. The headline said

"NBA SUPERSTAR SON CHERASANTO AUGUST MOVES TO CHICAGO"

I skimed over the article quickly

"Nba superstar Trey August 15 year old son moves to Chicago to be with his mother. His father Trey Yound made history when he was drafted in 1997 as a first round pick to the Los Angeles clippers the rookie stunned all when he averaged 20 points 4 assists and 12 rebounds a game. Making himself the obvious choice for the 2009 rookie of the year. This year he signed a 3 year contract with the Miami heat that is worth 67.2 million dollars... (C)"

I looked up at faro

"Anddd...?" I said not quite getting the message faro was trying to send me.

"And I want you to get with his son." Faro said calmly blowing out another puff of smoke.

"What?! Do you understand how hard that would be?! He has security

that's always with him and its not like he has any access to his fathers money!" I protested

"Don't raise your voice at him like that." A kind of deep voice said I turned to my left it was Afro boy who was speaking.

"Shut ya wannabe Jackson 5 lookin ass up this conversation does not involve you so Imma need you to step out and not tell me what to do. ok. Thanks." I shot back at him giving him the evil eye.

He pursed his lips and I swear I saw his hand flutter to his hip where the rifle was. Psh I wish that nigga would

Faro shook his head at me like I was the dumbest person he had ever met.

"He doesn't need to hand you money get with him be his girlfriend and make him fall head over heels with you. Make him buy you expensive gifts and shit and we can trade that shit for money. When I say the task is over dump his sorry ass simple."

Faro explained to me like I was a 5 year old.

I looked at him with my eyes wide open.

"And how do you suppose I do that if I look like this?" I questioned looking at my clothes I was wearing a big black hoodie gray sweatpants and timbs.

Faro waved his hand at the Jackson 5 wannabe and he disappeared through the small entrance of the alley. A few minutes later he came back out carrying a big box. He walked towards me and dropped the box at my feet. I looked down in the box were a bunch of clothes

"These better not be some of ya hoes old clothes."

I mumbled under my breath

"What was that?" Wannabe asked me raising his eyebrows.

"Oh nothing ." I replied giving him that I'm lil angel smile. I dug around the box looking for anything decent.

"And I'm suppose to wear these" I asked skeptically.

"Duh." Wannabe muttered under his breath this nigga got one more time before I pop him in the damn mouth.

Faro blew another ring of smoke into the air and tossed me a couple stacks.

"If their isn't anything the box then go buy yourself some decent ish you can't look be looking like a broker version of Kat Williams." He said

"Gee thanks." I murmured.

Something dawned on me just then.

"How am I even supposed to meet him

I don't know where he lives or goes to school or nothing."

I told him trying to get out of the situation.

Faro snapped his fingers at the truck and the truck handed me a piece of paper with a whole lot of info it had restaurant names, addresses, phone numbers, clothing stores etc...

"What is this." I asked

"That is a list of places of where he shops, eats, lives and his phone number." Faro told me

"What y'all didn't have enough time to get his social security number to."

I said sarcastically.

He chose to ignore my comment.

"And by the way Jacob AKA Princeton over here will be watching you and Chersantos every move just to make sure you don't fuck anything up."

Faro said jerking his chin toward Afro wonder.

I inhaled slowly and said to myself Get over it Imani your a con-artist this is what you do.

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-Georgia