“Nigga, what time is it?”
“I don’t give a fuck what time it is!”
Spy sat up next, rubbing his face. Kev and Joe followed after. Frog got up last, still half asleep.
They all looked at me, confused.
Carlos leaned back on his elbow.
“Nigga I thought we were lying low tonight.”
“Facts,” Frog added. “We gonna hit a lick already?”
I stopped pacing and looked at them, then shook my head.
“Nah, change of plans.”
That made all of them wake all the way up, staring at me.
Them nigga was on the floor, the bed, took up the whole suit that we were in. I walked back to the kitchen area and took a seat in a chair. Them niggas ran in like kids following me.
“What the fuck you mean?” Spy asked.
“We are here for bodies.”
Silence followed me.
“What you mean, bodies?” Joe asked.
“My ex, and her nigga.”
Kev, Joe, and Spy all looked at each other.
Frog rubbed his jaw like he was trying to make sure he heard right.
Carlos laughed like that shit was funny.
“Nigga are you serious?” he asked.
I didn’t blink. “I’m dead serious.”
They stared at me while I tried to pull the Facebook pages up again.
“This shit ain’t no money run. The money is still on the table. That shit don’t care. What changed is that we hittin’ bodies instead of a lick.”
I could feel the room shifting. Not fear exactly, more like understanding what kind of trip this shit really was.
Carlos walked to the door like he was thinking.
“So all that shit before on the porch, that wasn’t about no lick moves?” Kev asked.
I nodded.
“That was me being polite since I did play with them to get them down here.”
“So what we doin then?” Joe asked.
I looked at them.
