The Party

Jayceon's View (Chapter 3)

"Shid young nigga lemme get in the game", a old head said walking in on a dice game. "Where yo buy in!?", my nigga Cam short for Cameron asked the old head. He said nothing threw down a twenty. Cam laughed, "Say old man that twenty aint nothing but a gambling fee to play it's nothing leas than a hunnit", he told him. Old school was looking dumbfounded, from his looks I knew he was a homeless junkie which he probably lucked up and somebody blessed him or he conned it. One thing bout these homeless niggas; they have more stories to tell than a army veteran.
"Don't trip old school that twenty good fa na, money is money", I said "Whats yo call?". He said under 7, which meant if I roll and the dice equal up under 7 ima crap out and lose so if I go over; all the money in the pot is mine. I hit the blunt shaking the dice in my hand.
"You know yall niggas over with right!?", I said talking my shit like always when it came to taking niggas money. They was all in protest talkin they shit too, ian pay it no mind I was laughing at the shit as I let the dice roll out my hand. Everybody leaned in to see what it landed on. "Son of a bitch!", "Mane fuck", "Damn!". The number equaled up to 12, sixes on each side. I won, laughing at they ass as I collected all my money. I was now a thousand dollars up in my bank, including the twenty the old head put in. "Game over", I said im done playing, and just like you'd expect motherfuckers don't take kindly in losing they money nobody said shit cause niggas round my way know how I get down except one.
"Say thug you aint leaving 'til you give me another run at that money", he said like it was no other options. My nigga Cam was already reaching under his shirt, I shook my head at him signaling him not to do it. I stand up catching eye contact with dude. He didn't budge, I walk up on him asking him "You give orders round this bitch huh?", for a moment he kept that gangsta posture then it fell as he begin to speak. "All im saying is....." I didn't let him finish before I cracked him in the nose with the bud of my Smith & Wesson glock .45. "All im saying is watch yo fucking tone when you talk nigga" I spat at him, repeatedly pistol whipping him til he was knocked out. His blood all on my hands and gun I wiped it on his jacket. As I rose up, a few of the participants in the game had left, others was still around to watch the show. I saw the junkie gave him a 100 dollar bill and told him quit gambling ya money then me and Cam headed for my car.
"You know you should have killed that nigga" Cam said as we was getting in the car. "His problem was his mouth, nigga gonna have to suck threw a straw for a minute he violate again ima dome check em" I let the words drip with ease cause Cam knew I meant it, yet most of all I knew I meant it. I learned from past experiences people can't be trusted and words aint shit but something you can make vocally, I on the other hand prided myself on sticking to my words which is why I don't say too many.
Cam nodded his head in agreement, "Where we headed?", he asked. "Some shit supposedly went down at this party two nights ago" I said in reply.
"Yeah heard bout K-Dog, nigga always thought he was untouchable" Cam added.
"Yeah and with doing so he got touched and with him dead we out of a connect, I gotta touch base with whoever running his operation now see if them numbers right you know how niggas get when they in a new position of power", I said while Cam again nodded in agreement, as I started the engine heading to Mall City.