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H A R L E M "BLACK" 5636 HAMPTON AVENUE | MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE |
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"You want me to watch the house, boss?" I sat in the passenger seat of my Escalade, snorting a small pile of cocaine from the back of my hand. I wiped at my nose for a few seconds as the powder temporarily burned my nostrils. Leaning my head back against the leather headrest, I let my eyes scan over the house in front of me. It was nice— not really my cup of tea, but nice just the same. Two-story, colonial style with two, large floor-to-ceiling windows and a freshly manicured lawn. If I had to guess, I'd say the house probably cost somewhere around two or three million dollars— a pretty penny for someone who didn't even make half that much. There was no way in hell he should've been able to afford living in such a high priced area— but I was sure he was generating income in some other kind of way. Wouldn't have been much of a surprise to me if the nigga had his own little drug ring on the side. I knew a dirty cop when I saw one, and ever since I laid eyes on Greg Anderson, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was just that. Now it was time to do what I did best, and put his ass out of commission.
"I want you to do more than watch the house." I finally addressed Miles. "I need you to keep ya eyes peeled for anybody in the neighborhood. This a real tight knit community, and since shit is finna get hectic, I know people 'round here gone try to play hero. Last thing I need is to be sidetracked by a nosey ass fuckin' neighbor. Anybody even look like they 'bouta come up that driveway, you better blow they muthafuckin' top back, ya feel me?"
"What if it's Five-O or somethin'? You know this the white side of town, man. I bet them crackas don't take no time to get over here."
"Nigga, fuck Five-O! I don't give a fuck if it's Jesus comin' up that driveway, use that muthafuckin' gun in yo lap!" I barked. "If I gotta put a couple mo' bodies in the morgue, then so be it! This shit gettin' done tonight, my nigga and whoever dumb enough to stand in my fuckin' way gone feel the blast of this semi-automatic! That's including yo scary ass! So stop bitchin' about some muthafuckin' cops and do what the fuck I said!"
"A-Aight, Black. No disrespect. I was just sayin— Oh shit. You leakin' man." As soon as Miles said it, a blood droplet fell from my nose, dripping onto the trigger guard of my pistol. My hand shot up, wiping my nose briefly before I threw the passenger door open.
