Page 30 of Just Listen
I nodded, before making a U-turn in the middle of the road, headed to that corner store, expeditiously.
Before the day ended, that bitch ass nigga Rondo had to see me.
Being a cool ass dude, I’d fronted Rondo a whole kilo of raw uncut cocaine. In the past, Rondo had always conducted good business, so I fronted him the dope in good faith. Usually, he’d come back with my money in full, whenever he needed a front. However, this time, the nigga had been ducking and dodging my calls, and it had been a whole fucking month since I’d laid eyes on him.
In the game, shit like this was bound to happen, and it was always imperative that it was handled appropriately. The streets were always watching, and letting a man slide with that type of load would be like opening the flood gates for the takers. Niggas loved a easy mark, and that would never be me.
So, it was time to send a message loud and clear. There was no running off onthisplug, without dire consequences.
Riding with fully loaded choppers, we could slide through and light up the whole block, but that wasn’t the plan. Shooting into a crowd was coward shit, and I was frankly above it. If anything, I could hop out of the truck, and walk a nigga down, but it was broad daylight, and far too many witnesses to make that move.
With me, I played for keeps. So, I didn’t let my emotions rule me. No matter the situation. Even if a fuck nigga was inviolation, I wasn’t going to recklessly throw my freedom away, if I could help it.
My adrenaline was pumping, as I pulled up on Rondo’s block in the heart of Third Ward, with my AK 47 in my lap. Just as I suspected, there was a crowd of niggas loitering around, which was something that I didn’t need. But I was unquestionably still proceeding.
“Look at ‘im.” PJ craned his neck, as he spotted Rondo. “Chilling out here like shit is sweet.”
I nodded, as I locked in on Rondo. “Yeah, he’s definitely a bold muthafucka.”
PJ tapped my arm. “Pull up closer.”
I nodded, before pulling my truck right up on Rondo and some other niggas, as they leaned up against a BMW SUV. Rolling my window down, I wanted to ensure that Rondo saw my face.
“Say, Rondo, my nigga,” I called out, immediately capturing his and everybody else’s attention. “Come holler at me.”
Pausing, I could tell that Rondo was shook to see me. “Aye, what, what’s up?” He stuttered.
I gestured my head back. “Come holler at me.”
He hesitated, and one nigga picked up on it. He was some tall, chocolate cat. “Say, Rondo, who is that nigga?”
Rondo scratched the side of his head. “This nigga I know—”
Ole boy frowned, while another cat stepped in front of them both to address me. “Say, who is you niggas? Cause aint no outsiders allowed ‘round here.”
He reached for something behind him, which alerted me, causing me to grip the chopper and aim.
“Oh, that’s what we on?” The nigga out front questioned. He was a big burly muthafucka and looked like he could take quite a few bullets.
“Shit, ask yourself, nigga. This is about Rondo, and you niggas is inserting yourselves.”
His partner chimed in. “Y’all in our fucking hood!”
“Okay, so you niggas help your broke ass boy come up with the money he owes me, then,” I commanded, with my finger on the trigger.
The big burly tough guy spat on the ground. “Fuck you. And as long as Rondo is onthisblock, then you niggas aint touching him.”
Knowing that too much of a scene had already been made, and I was in a vehicle registered in my name, I realized that it wasn’t the time to let loose. “Alright.” I calmly nodded. “Just know that you niggas just officially bought into that man’s smoke. So, either y’all help him come up with my bread, or I’m handling you niggas too.”
“Shit, it’s whatever,” Big Boy growled.
“Fuck that! Shoot them niggas,” PJ insisted.
Ignoring that urging, I remained focused on those niggas. “Yeah, alright. I’ma see y’all around. And I swear to God, you niggas better stand on that,” I warned, before skirting off the block.
~~~Chapter 7~~~
Jaylah
