I pulled up to the store and saw Keith already waiting outside, leaning against his car, smoking.
“You look calm again,” he said as I hopped out of my car.
“That’s the only way to be, my boy,” I said, walking into the store.
I walked around and checked on my staff, and took a few customer orders before me, and Keith was back out the door and hopping into my car.
As we pulled off, Keith asked, “What’s the move?”
“Reeling this nigga in means I have to turn my niggas up.”
“On this good ol’ Sunday?” Keith responded.
I laughed. “Yes, Lawd.”
Keith shook his head while I moved through traffic.
Sundays in the city were always a slow day. Stores opened late, old heads sat outside early with music leaking from their cars, trying to enjoy the day before Monday hits again.
We slid through Zone 6 and stopped in front of the barbershop. As we hopped out, some kids came over to speak as we made our way inside to see it full of all the niggas I needed to speak to.
I smirked and walked through. You could hear a pin drop in that bitch.
One of my niggas, Mikey, was in my barber chair. As he saw me getting closer to him, he raised the fuck up so I could sit down.
“So,” I said as Sammy threw the cape around me. “It’s funny y’all all are in here. I was coming to speak to a few of y’all.”
All them niggas sat up, eyes wide as hell while I continued.
“Some of y’all niggas laid eyes on him, and led me to a place he should have never been, and some of y’all were blowin’ my phone up with bullshit.”
The room was still quiet. All you could hear was the clippers going.
“Richie, JP, and Stacy. Y’all three spotted him the most, and Richie, you caught the nigga outside my lady’s job, so because of that, I’ma throw you a stack.”
I pulled it outta my pocket and tossed it to him. It landed in his lap.
He nodded at me to thank me, and I turned my attention back to the room.
“The rest of y’all niggas is done in my game. My startin’ four, I need y’all to lock in, and gimme that nigga when he’s somewhere I can lay his ass down. I don’t care if you have to speak to that nigga and set him up so I can get him in the cut…I got too much to lose, that nigga doesn’t.”
The room nodded, and them niggas raised up, dapping me up before they left.
“Aye, Lo,” JP said, walking up to me. “I have a picture for you, it’s in my other phone. I lost the charger.
“Well, if it’s worth it, send it to Keith. You might get broke off with something.”
He nodded and walked outta the barber shop.
“You still keep a pinky finger in the streets,” Sammy said.
I smirked. “And in a moment like this, it’s good that I do. A nigga don’t know how to take no for an answer.”
Sammy finished my line-up and took the cape off me.
“You know these niggas don’t move the way they used to. Back in the day, it was easy to catch a nigga, now, they don’t mind being scary.”
I nodded as I pulled money outta my pocket. “Facts, but I don’t mind dragging a nigga out, and by the looks of it, I’ma have to.”
