TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

TWENTY-FOUR

SAS woke up to his phone ringing. He searched through the covers in the dark to find it.

"Hello?"

"Where the fuck you been at?"

"Trapping, bitch. What's up?"

"Am I seeing you tonight or what?"

"I wasn't planning on going out tonight, Traci."

"Just come over. My parents are out of town."

"Yep, I'll hit you."

Traci was one of SAS's groupies. He didn't really like her, but she was a bitch he tended to fuck on when he was bored. Whatever he felt like doing, she was always with it, no problem. She was just a female who wanted to be with a Razkalz nigga, so she was willing to do whatever was needed.

After SAS hung up, Stevie called.

"What's up, bruh?" he asked irritated.

"Where you at?"

"At the house."

"I need to meet up with you in the morning."

"I thought you were on vacation, blood."

"Naw, I left early, but meet me in like an hour."

"I thought you said tomorrow?"

"You know what I meant, nigga."

"Yep." That nigga is smacking, he thought to himself."

SAS knew Stevie needed to re-up. He didn't understand why he couldn't just do it himself, but that's how it was ever since he and Scrapp fell out.

Scrapp didn't give everybody access to where he kept the supply. Stevie knew exactly where it was, but he knew it was bad. Scrapp didn't trust him with anything anymore. Before the split, he had unlimited access, but now instead of Stevie going himself, he had SAS do it for him.

Plus, he felt he was too major to make his own runs. About an hour later, SAS met up with Stevie on the block. When he saw Stevie's Denali, he parked down the street from the trap house.

He walked up and saw Stevie sitting on the front stairs waiting. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His white tee and khaki shorts were stained and wrinkled.

SAS knew something was wrong. Stevie never went anywhere looking less than perfect.

"What's up?"

"I need you to make a run for me."

"How much you want?"

"Ten bricks."

"Yep."

"Good looking, but, ay, I got a proposition for you, bruh. We'll talk when you get back though."

"Yep."

SAS wanted to make the transaction go as quickly as possible. He walked back down the street leaving Stevie on the stairs to a '98 Toyota Camry and hopped in. The niggas in Da Razkalz Cru who made runs to the supply house had keys to a re-up car. This way if anyone was watching, nothing ever exchanged hands.