Chapter Three:
Antonio (Tony)
A nigga was back in Houston and already had a body under my belt. That corner store run was only to see where my kin folk head was but da nigga brought baggage. His lil potna wanted to tag along saying he already knew all the tricks of the trade. Not following my first mind I ended up blowing what was suppose to be a smooth in and out. With that little fuck up the block was hot trying to figure out who ran in on that job.
Chilling at da trap with my nigga's I was tryna see where I was gone slide to for da night. I ain't have no stable crib yet so a nigga was in and out of just about everywhere. I wasn't one to impose so I ain't give myself time to over stay my welcome no where. The trap was cool to chill, but it wasn't no place to get no real sleep. Too much shit be going on to close yo eyes around this bitch.
"Aye Tony bitch what's up with that lick you ran up on in spring?" Brandon asked causing me to sit up a little bit on the raggedy couch.
"Shit dat motherfucka still green if y'all up on it. Ole girl work in da jewelry store. All we gotta do is run in dat bitch do our thang and it's good." I said with a shrug getting straight to the point.
I was fucking this girl named Tay who let me in on some info and that's all I really needed from there. The only thing about it is, this ain't no crash dummy mission. Meaning Dylan was out of the rip. Nigga couldn't even rob a corner store. He damn sure wasn't coming to rob no jewelry store.
"Sound good to me. The only thing is I don't trust no bitch as far as I can throw her so is she closed mouth or what nigga?" Carlos asked jumping straight in. Chuckling I rubbed the hair on my chin.
"I been knowing her bro she straight. Plus if she ever veer off I'll knock her ass off no question."
"So when we gone do that?" Mike asked cleaning his gun. "Whenever y'all stop grab assin'." I said covering my eyes with my hat.
"Y'all think Ryan gone want in on it?" Dylan asked causing me to move my hat so that I could see and cut my eyes at him.
"You don't even need to be worried about this ova' hea'. You ain't in dat's for damn sure. Pull a stunt like you pulled in dat corner market again and I'll pop yo ass myself." I said getting pissed off at the thought.
"Clowned yo dumb ass." Dray said breaking down a pack at the table.
"Shut yo bitch ass up." Dylan said obviously in his feelings about what I said.
Did I give a fuck? Not at all. I was dead ass.
"And Ryan tryna play single father and shit that nigga ain't bout to take no risks." Brandon said as I shook my head already knowing.
"Whoever don't come don't get no bread das bottom line. If yo ass get jammed up don't mention my fuckin' name." I said reaching into my pocket for my lighter as I pulled the blunt I had rolled from behind my ear and lit it.
"So we hitting the jewelry store?" Dray asked for confirmation.
Taking a puff from the joint I inhaled before blowing it out.
"Rob da jewelry store and tellem make me a grill." I rapped causing all dem niggas to laugh.
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After dat lil smoke I ended up taking a full blown ass nap at da trap house and ain't get up until about nine. Most of dem niggas was gone except for Mike, Dray, and some young niggas they had around. Dusting my pants off I adjusted my hat before standing up and stretching to wake myself up.
Reaching in my front pocket for my keys I let them niggas know I was out and I bounced. I had a female around the way who let me crash at her spot who was cool, but shawty jus had too much goin' on. I knew she was gone have something cooked though so slid past there.
Pulling up to her crib I parked on the side before calling her up.
"Hello?"
"Say baybeh I'm outside open da' door." I said while getting out the car and walking toward her apartment.
"Why you didn't call me earlier I would've left the key out for you?" She questioned causing me to suck my teeth.
"I ain't even know I was coming by hea'. Shit I'm hea' now though I'm 'bout to see you." I said hanging up the phone.
Opening da door door she'd unlocked for me I kicked my shoes off leavin' dem at da front. Walkin' into da kitchen I went straight to da fridge lookin' through it as I rubbed my stomach.
"You always in my kitchen. I'm starting to think it's the food and not me." Sasha said leaning in the doorway in just her t-shirt.
Licking over my lips I chuckled a little.
"Is dat right?" I asked pulling out a pitcher of grape kool-aide.
"You tell me Tony?"
Rolling my eyes I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured myself some juice. I really ain't have time to do dis with baybeh girl tonight. She knew what it was yet she wanted to pretend she didn't and when I nigga tried to leave she begged me to stay.
Drinkin' the juice I just looked at her as she stood there holdin' an attitude I wasn't up for.
"So you ain't cook nothin'?" I questioned.
"No Tony I didn't cook anything. You not my nigga like you say right? So what I need to cook for?"
"Shit you don't, but a meal would've been nice." I shrugged. "You done though?"
As soon as she was about to pop off again her baby started crying causing her to huff as she went to the back to get him. While she did that I made myself a sandwich to go. Holding the sandwich between my teeth I put my shoes back on by the door. Pulling up my pants I grabbed my keys and made my way out.
Pulling up at the last place I wanted to be I made my way to the door. Knocking on it I stood waiting for a minute before it opened.
"The fuck you want?"
"Bitch I'm tryna crash."
"It's a hundred a night and if you want a bed nigga that's extra."
"Man watch out." I said laughing as Ryan let me in the house.
"Wassup bitch you tired of dicking these hoes for a place to stay?" Ryan joked taking a seat on the couch as I sat on the couch across from him.
Shaking my head I ran my hand through my hair.
"Man say dese hoes want too much. Pay dey lil bills as thank you for dem letting you crash and dey want you to be dey man. As if dey ain't still fuckin' dey weak ass baybeh daddy."
"Scandalous." Ryan mumbled starting his session on da' game back up. "Yo money good though right? You ain't out here pillow to post cuz you broke right?"
"Neva' dat. I can't move into my spot until next week so I gotta move around for a little bit until den. I thought I would be solid at Sasha's but between her baby cryin' all night and her bitchin' I might as well stay at da' trap."
"I feel you." Ryan nodded. "
Shit if you need somewhere to clean up and rest yo head I got you. You good for it but that fee still apply nigga." Ryan joked.
"Bitch you owe me money as is fuck out my face. But I appreciate dat. I only need one night tho'. I'll be straight from dea'."
"Cool."
"While I'm hea' I was meanin' to ask you about sumn."
"Wassup?" Ryan asked tossing me a controller.
"I got a hit on dis jewelry store run. A quick lil in and out. You down?"
Rubbing the back of his neck Ryan twisted his lips to da' side.
"Is yo mama black?"
Chucklin' I nodded my head. "Black as hell."
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