Passionfruit

No Long Talk

Savon
Chicago, IL, 2016

It was day five and we still didn't know who was takin' Pack's money. Honestly this shit was exhaustin', what made even worse was that this shit was happenin' right under our noses. I was tired of babying this niggas, we too grown fa' this. It was time to do this shit my way.

"Trell, call up a meeting."

"Aight V, I'm on it."

In the meantime, I decided to pull up on my lil cousin. I seen him at the basketball court, cornering this girl, smilin' and shit. Almost reminded me of me and Passion when we was younger.

"Aye Q, lemme holla' at you real quick.", I got his attention. He rolled his eyes before comin' my way.

"What? You clockin' on my game dude."

"Nigga, you ain't got no game. Get in.", Quincy was my lil cousin from my favorite uncle. Uncle CJ. He walked in on his wife cheatin' on him and lost it. He killed her and him, and now he was in prison for life without parole. With Uncle CJ being in jail and Q not havin' a mama, I made it my job to look out for him.

I pulled up at Jessie's, a local ice cream shop. We ordered the regular, and sat down.

"What's been up? How school?"

"It's alright. I'm makin' all A's. I'm so ready to get out of middle school though."

I chuckled, "Is that so?"

"Yeah. All of these girls thots. I'm lookin' for the right one. Speakin' of girls, when dat' red head shawty gon' slide me her number?", he asked, referring to Passion.

I shoved his head, "Hell naw nigga, you gotta get yo own."

"Yeah, whateva'", he played with his ice cream.

"Put ya focus on somethin' like basketball or football. Girls ain't shit."

"I like basketball. But the only reasons girls "ain't shit" is because niggas treat them like shit. If you respect a girl and treat them the way they suppose to be treated, it'll last.", he shrugged.

"Nigga don't try to drop me no advice. Stay in middle school.", I ruffled with his hair. But deep down inside, I was thinkin' about what he said.

After I chopped it up with Q, I headed back to the warehouse. I hopped out of my car, expecting to see Trell. But he wasn't here.

"Where you at?"

"Oh, I gotta double date with Kae, I can't make it."

"Since when you started askin' people out on dates. Sap ass."

"Nigga hop off me. This is why I get the drawls and you don't. Don't hate the player, hate the game."

"You said a double date? Who else?"

"Passion and some other nigga. Ion' know. Lani set them up."

Wayment? Did this nigga just say Passion, he couldn't have. I'm trippin'.

"Run that again."

"I said Passion and some otha' nigga."

"Bet. Text me the details."

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"So, I couple a days ago, boss informed that one of y'all niggas been stealin' from him. Now, I was gon be on some detective shit and figure it out myself, but I don't have the patience for allat.", I pulled out my gun. "So this what we gon' do, y'all gon' tell me who it is or either confess or all y'all gon' suffer the consequences."

"It's now or never. No long talk. I got places to be.", I looked around, a couple of moments later someone spoke up.

"Come on y'all damn, just tell him who it is. Or either fess up.", Tye spoke.

"Be quiet nigga, it probably was yo' thievin' ass!", Reggie yelled.

"Mhm!", after a couple of minutes of this petty commotion, I finally did something.

I raised my gun, shooting through the roof.

"What the fuck? Are y'all in Kindergarten? Damn. Since nobody wanna confess, I'm giving y'all half the product y'all usually receive.", there were a lot of boos and teeth smackin'.

"Anybody got a problem?"

Tye stood forward, ready to speak.

"I feel like everybody shouldn't have to suffer something somebody else did." A lot of people agreed, backing him up. I didn't have time for this shit. I was already in a bad mood because of Passion dumbass.

With one swift motion, I pistol whipped Tye in the head, he fell to the floor. Now, it was silent.

"Ya'll ever heard the phrase, 'Don't open your mouth unless you chewing'. I suggest if you don't wanna end up like this nigga, you can keep your comments to ya self."

I left out of the warehouse, hoppin' inside my car with my gun tucked in my waistband.

This wasn't the only body I was about to catch.