Boondocks: The New kids.

Vengful

Huey's POV.

The next morning, me and Riley caught up on a lot of things. I told him about the deal I made with Birdie and he was kinda happy I was now "making moves." He wanted to work with him.

"What?" I said, after Riley said it.

"Yeah, I wanna blow that nigga head off, what he did to Granddad ain' right!" Riley exclaimed.

"This shit is dangerous, Birdie is dangerous. And you saying you want to get involved? I might have to spend the rest of my life repaying this mans favors and you wanna get involved?" I questioned Riley.

"Damn straight. I missin' most of my goddamn teeth and I'm tired of my shit getting fucked up, I want in."

I stared at Riley for a long time. I finally sighed. "Okay, but you are going to follow my lead... We don't need another body... Ever again." ... Me and Riley finished up breakfast. We both headed outside the house. There was the black SUV.

Birdie had given strict orders not our new "chauffeur" not to take his eyes off of his. So, he parked infront of house and fell out.

I walked up the passenger side door and knocked on the window. "Ay!" He jolted a bit and once he was saw it was me he unlocked the door. Me and Riley got inside the car.

"To Lucky's." I said and we began moving.

"Damn, this is car is fucking off the chain... Shit it was never on it." Riley stated.

The man chuckled. "Wass yo name little nigga?" He asked Riley.

"Young Reezy." Riley responded.

"They call me Slim." The driver said.

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We arrived in front of Lucky's. We all climbed out of the car and went inside. I led Riley into the back, where as usual Birdie was playing cards.

Birdie looked at Huey and then his gaze switched to Riley. "Who this little brudda?" Birdie asked. "Our brother, my brother. The one that was supposed to be dead." I said, whilst finding a place to sit. "What's your story, brudda?" He asked Riley.

"Shit, niggas tried to dump me in the country side, left a nigga for a dead and shit. Had to steal a dude's pickup and eat some wild-berries. Shit was tough out there. Now a nigga back and ready for vengeance." Riley finished his story.

I looked around the room and noticed the girl I got for Birdie yesterday was here. But, she was wearing skimpy clothing and she had her hair down. She looked said and she had a noticeable scar on her head from when I hit her.

She caught my gaze and gave me a look almost telling me she wanted me dead. Truth be told, I was sorry. I didn't want it to happen like this.

"That's interesting..." Birdie said... "I may have use for a brudda like you... Hard as nails, ready to get the job done type of motherfucka..." Birdie twirled his mustache. "If you do me a favor, little brudda. You'll be welcome to whatever your heart desires."

Riley rubbed his hands together. "Whateva ya need.." Riley quickly responded. "So, I got this butcher, who used to be apart of what we got going on... Gettin' his daily cuts and shit. He was loyal. The cops raided this place, but I entrusted him with some of my money. Now, the nigga won't cough it up. Get it back, whatever it takes." Birdie snapped.

Riley nodded and left the room, I quickly followed. That went well... We climbed back into the car and drove off... "Huey, I don't want you helping on anything bruh, I can handle this shit on my own, I'm 15 aigh..." Riley said.