turned to leave. She watched him go hoping one day he’d realize exactly what he was passing up .
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“ Goddamn , you need a shower!” Domingo exclaimed as Alfonzo settled in the passenger seat of the SUV .
“Shut the fuck-up and drive. I’m tired!”
“ Yo , don’t take shit out on me because your ass don’t want to stay long enough to bathe . I don’t understand you cuz , w hy not just stay over ? ”
“The minute I do , it ’ll become an expectation. I ’ll handle my business and you take care of yours primo .” Alfonzo rolled down the window as t he SUV rolled away from the eight story building. “I’m flying out to Puerto Rico, I need to get outta’ here and chill.”
“I hear that.”
The serenity of the island’s clear ocean and soft sand beckoned. Alfonzo’s property in San Juan possessed a panoramic view of the Atlantic Ocean that soothed his restless soul. There were too many things on his mind and he needed somewhere secluded to kick back and contemplate the future.
Domingo noticed the change in Alfonzo during the past few days . He was taking shit out on everybody. The dude was itching for combat at the slightest provocation, which isn’t good considering his history. Alfonzo got crazy in a fight, he’d wild-out on a motherfucker and they never got up!
“What’s up with you man – putas stressing you ?”
Alfonzo settled against the plush leather interior and exhaled, “ Yo no se, I’ve been getting bad vibes…tu sabe ?”
“Not really, “Domingo said as his eyes followed a girl waiting at the crosswalk once they came to a stoplight , “ Oooh mami .”
Alfonzo pulled down his cap totally disinterested. He tried to catch some Z’s while the SUV cruised along Malcolm X Boulevard with its music pumping. Tomorrow he’d call Uncle Al for advice on a few things. It’ s been a while since they chilled , had a real man-to man talk . His uncle was the only dude in his life who talked sense. H e thought about Uncle Al ’s phone call the other day, asking him to come down to City Hall. At first he thought tio got himself in trouble , until he stepped through the doors of the courthouse and saw him standing there sharp as hell with this gorgeous woman at his side , and then it became obvious. His uncle was getting married by the Justice of the Peace, sneaky bastard. The woman Darlene was nice from the short time he spent with them . Uncle Al swore him to secrecy before he took off .
“Listen, don’t tell anybody , yet. We’re going to have a huge celebration and invite the entire family over. Right now , we just want to keep things quiet, tú sabe ?”
“ Sí , entiendo . C ongrat s man. I’m happy for you.” He said.
That was a week ago , and he hadn’t spoken to his uncle since. It was time he broke up their honeymoon and became acquainted with his uncle’s new family.
Finally , Domingo reached the crib , “ Te veo mas tarde!” Alfonzo said drowsily as he stepped out .
“Call me manana and get a fuckin ’ bath!” Domingo replied.
“ Shut up!” Alfonzo retorted then strolled past his Mercedes Benz SL600 Roadster , checking it for any damages . I t remained undisturbed in front of the brownstone. Nobody messed with his shit , they were too afraid. He jogged up the steps to the newly renovated home he purchased for a bargain during the market crash. The property owner was in foreclosure and the bank was selling it for a steal . The property values in this exclusive neighborhood near the university were well over a mil. He grinned and to think he got it for half. Upon completion of the renovation, it‘s value increased exponentially. With the equity alone he could purchase two or three more houses in this distressed market with ease.
Real estate turned-out to be a very lucrative business if you know what you’re doing .
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CHAPTER FOUR
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