Cleanin' Up The Hood

Chase down

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Vee tried once again to peer through the curtains of the rundown house. This time she lifted up her sunglasses to see if she could get a better view of the inside. The curtains were still drawn tightly back and there seemed to be no movement.

She pushed down her sunglasses back down and peered back at Zay."What the fuck?" She growled, growing quite irritated. She rubbed the sides of her head. It didn't help that the incessant barking mixed with the sticky heat of 89 degrees.

" You told him we were coming right or nah?" Vee asked him for the millionth time.

The pair had been promptly standing there for a good five minutes while Vee now beat on the door.

Zay emitted a long, irritated breath. "Again, yes." He paused before looking down to check his phone before calling Vonnie again. "Straight to voicemail." He replied hanging up and putting the phone in his pocket.

A red motorbike with keys still in the ignition ran quietly in the driveway. Vee glanced back at it. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, it has to be someone in there. That bike has keys still in it. I don't think nobody is that damned dumb to leave their keys in their vehicle in this neighborhood." She reasoned. Was this dude avoiding them? She wasn't too familiar with Vonnie. The families only had started protecting his strip club a month or so before she left for Liberty City. She didn't know what type of cloth 'ole boy was cut from. As much as she hated to admit, Zay probably knew him better than her.

But, she would be damned if she would admit that.

Instead, she took the stubborn route as per usual.

"Well try again. Time is money. Are you sure you're calling the right number? Probably not. Let me -"

Just as Vee went on her string of rants and Zay was about to tell her where she could go, the sound of a trash can falling over caught both of their attentions.

A frightened young black male in a Lakers Jersey with dreads met their gaze.

"Fuck!" He cried out. He leapt over the trash can and took off behind the house. There was a sound of a cage opening. The barking that Zay and Vee heard when they first arrived grew louder. The sound of charging canines caused Vee to break into a sprint toward the tree. She leaped onto the large branch and let herself dangle. Vee glanced over just in time to see the guy who released the dogs quickly reemerge on a child's pink princess bike. He quickly disappeared through the large hole in the fence behind the house on the bike.

This motherfucker is runnin' off on the damn plug!

Vee had no doubt that this had to be Vonnie.

Gunshots rang in the air causing the dogs and the people to scatter. The gunshots didn't seem to come from nearby nor aimed at them. So, it couldn't have been Zay firing his gun to scare off the dogs nor anyone shooting at them. She sighed in relief. The small miracles were something else. She started to shimmy down the tree.

"Get that mother-"

"HEY!" She cried out. She turned back in time to see Zay get into his car and back out of the driveway.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" she exclaimed she gestured wildly toward where Vonnie escaped. Zay zoomed out of the driveway before she could even smack the hood of his car in defiance. He didn't even give her a second glance from his rearview mirror.