What is Love?

30.

Afta we left Rel sto, we took ol boy ta sum abandoned buildin that took fa eva ta find. We could've drove back ta NOLA, but Loc just gotta see his 'niece.'

"She got a fly lil sto."

"Yeah, good thing I walked in when I did, Rel lil ass probably would've bodied his big ass." We got hea a few minutes ago and started beatin his ass afta gettin him tied up.

"Right, when this nigga get so big?"

"Ain't no tellin."

"True. Y'know you goin back ta Rel shop ta meet ya baby, right?"

"I ain't agree ta that!" Truth is I'm scared ta face Rel right now.

"Ion care, you still comin. I already told Rel, yeen gotta talk ta ha. I know you wanna see ya daughter, right? Ok, then stop actin like a lil bitch."

The funny thing bout all'lis is we beatin this nigga ass and havin a casual conversation like we at the gym or sum.

"Far from a bitch. She not even s'posed ta know we hea, but you just had ta stop by the sto."

"Good thing I did, bitch boy came in dea."

"He not a punchin bag at the gym while y'all ova dea talkin like dis shit normal." Junior mentioned.

"Oh shit. I fa got about him." Loc.

"How? This nigga been cryin and pleadin fa the longest."

"Fa real?" Me and Loc asked ta getha, we stopped throwin punches too.

"Yeah, that shit was drivin me crazy til y'all knocked his big ass out." We looked down and saw this nigga was passed out.

"Cool." Loc said befoe hittin him hard as fuck in his head. That shit hurt me.

"Take ya shot." I told Junior. He shrugged befoe shootin him in his shoulda. Works fa me.

"What we finna do wit em?"

"Eitha call 911 or drop his ass off at the hospital."

"Hell no! We not callin 5-0, ain't too many abandoned buildings out'chea, this shit just read guilty, we gon drop his ass off like he trash."

"Aight, we need ta take the license plate off the car or steal anotha one."

We went out ta the car, and put his big ass in the back seat. Bout a block away from the nearest hospital, Loc hopped out and took the license plate off.

We put on hoodies and sunglasses and they pushed big boy out the car in front the doors ta the hospital. Then I pulled off.

"We need ta get this car cleaned out too."

"We will." I pulled ova, and Loc put the license plate back on. Glad we got leather seats, supa easy ta wipe these seats off. It ain't really all that bad, since we laid em on plastic, but just in case, we bout ta clean this car out.

"Ta be honest I'm really tryna go back ta Rel shop ta see that girl again. Light skin wit pretty eyes."

"She'on want you!" Junior told Loc.

"You goin back ta NOLA ta day, or you leavin wit us tomorrow?" I asked Junior.

"I'm goin back ta night. My job hea is done."

"That bag I gave you befoe we left, keep it."

"You paid me up front?" He was surprised, and I know why, don't nobody get paid until they finish the job at hand first, but I knew we was testin new waters, and I ain't know how this was gon play out.