Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

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"Trouble?" I asked.

What kind of name was that?

"That's what Black said his name was," Lucky said.

"What kind of name is that?" I asked out loud.

"Beats me," Lucky shrugged. "What kind of a name is Bite Size?"

"Don't play with me," I said. "That nigga looked like he's about his business. But Trouble? That name sounds like he be lighting up school buses and pushing people down steps."

"Well, that's his name," Lucky shrugged again. "Besides who cares what his name is? He's cute, obviously he's a Paid Boy because he roll with the Willows family and they stack paper. So what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that I don't want to be with a dude that sounds like he's a running candidate for the Dennis the Menace award," I said.

"It's just a name," Lucky said.

"It's a crazy name," I protested, "Like Maniac or Drama."

"Whatever," Lucky stated.

Lucky pulled her car over to the curb adjacent to the housing project she lived in and pulled out her steering wheel lock from under her seat. She clipped the lock to the steering wheel and put a jammer in the keyhole slot. She then pulled out the radio from the dashboard attachment.

"Let's go," Lucky said.

"Damn, you done breaking apart the car?" Cass joked and got out the backseat.

Lucky ignored her and got out the car. I followed suit and slammed my side door as I got out.

Lucky clicked a button on her key fob and the trunk of the car opened up slowly. Lucky opened it the rest of the way and pulled out a car boot.

Lucky had nice things but still lived in the projects. She was accustomed to keeping next thing despite living in the projects so she used extra precautions every time she came there. Boot on her car so the neighborhood thugs wouldn't try to steal her whip and she took her radio so nobody would break her windows trying to get at it. Lucky could have been moved somewhere else, way better even, but Lucky loved the hood. I never understood it.

Lucky pressed another button on her key fob and activated the car alarm.

"Let's go," Lucky said after she done all her preparations.

"About time," Cass said. "You finished locking down the Batmobile. You know you could just pay one of those lookout kids to watch it."

"Who you think  I'm locking the car up for?" Lucky asked then proceeded walking to her building.

Now despite living in the quote on quote projects, Lucky's apartment was on point. Of course it had four locks on the door to even access the place but once inside, you could see Lucky put a lot of work in her apartment. Name brand furniture and appliances surrounded her whole house as while as a Rottweiler, Rocky, that roamed the premises when she wasn't there. I never seen a dog more trained than Rocky. I don't know how Lucky did it. As soon as she came to the door, he was there greeting her as soon as she opened it. Rocky already had Cass and my scent so we were good to enter. Before we had to stay out in the hall until Lucky locked him up in the next room.

Lucky had a three bedroom apartment she got through a hookup, like everything else. One room was for her prized dog. Rocky usually stayed locked up in that room when Lucky had company unless it was us and then we requested it. There were tons of newspapers all around the floor in his room where he did his 'business' when Lucky couldn't walk him. Also there was a bowl for food and water in the corner. The door usually stayed opened so he could walk in and out of unless Lucky locked it with him in it.