Knee Deep in the Game Read Online Free Page B
Author: Boston George
over the white manâs unconscious body.
When Fresh saw what happened a big smile appeared across his face. That li âl nigga gives no fucks. He ruthless.
âHey, yo, shorty!â Fresh yelled.
âWhatâs poppinâ?â Pop asked defensively.
âNice work back there,â Fresh said as handed the young warrior $500 dollars.
âIâm looking for a good soldier like you. I been seeing you put in a lot of work around here lately,â he told Pop.
âIâm just trying to eat, man. I got to do me,â Pop said honestly.
âWhatâs your name, shorty?â
âPop,â he answered.
âEverybody calls me Fresh. How âbout you come take a ride with me?â Fresh posed it as a question, but it was more like a demand as he stepped away from the building, knowing that Pop would follow.
âAâight bet,â Pop replied.
With no hesitation he hopped in the passenger seat of the Range Rover.
Damn, this shits look like a fuckin airplane, Pop thought as he looked at all the buttons and lights.
âI appreciate what you doing for me,â Pop said, thankful for the $500 dollars he just received.
âDonât worry about it, shorty, Fresh said as he made the engine come to life and stepped on the gas.
Popâs eyes lit up when he saw Fresh pull up into the IHOP parking lot.
âYou hungry, little homie?â Fresh asked, already knowing the answer.
âA little bit,â Pop lied, trying to save face but deep down inside he was starving and literally would eat a horse.
The slim waitress escorted the two men to a booth in the back of the diner.
âHow would you like to work for me?â Fresh asked, sipping on his water and getting straight to the chase.
âWork for you how? What would I have to do?â Pop questioned defensively.
âListen, B. I know about your situation, and Iâm just here to help,â Fresh told him.
âHow you going to help?â
âIâm going to help by putting some money in your fuckinâ pocket, Fresh answered quickly.
âWhy me? Iâm pretty sure you got hundreds of people to choose from, people who would love to prove something to you.â
âBecause I see something in you that you donât even see in yourself,â Fresh responded.
âAnd whatâs that?â Pop asked curiously.
âThatâs my little secret,â Fresh laughed as the slim waitress brought them their food.
âSo what does this job consist of?â Pop asked as he cut off a piece of his waffle and gobbled it up.
âI need you to be an enforcer for me,â Fresh said bluntly to see where Popâs head was at. He had seen Pop go for broke so he knew that he had the heart.
âYou mean a goonie,â Pop corrected him.
âIf thatâs what you want to call it. You wonât be doing shit you havenât been doing already. You might have to beat a few people up, stab a few cats, hang âem out the windowâyou know, regular shit,â Fresh said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. âCan you handle that?â
âOf course I can,â Pop answered, happy to finally be on the winning team.
âIf Iâm going to be a goon, believe Iâm going to be the best goon that ever lived,â he said, accepting Freshâs proposition.
âThis is the beginning to a great friendship,â Fresh said as the two menâs glasses clinked together. âIf you be loyal to me, I will always be loyal to you,â he said as he slowly sipped from his glass. âI love your heart.â
âIâm just doing what I gotta do, itâs never personal,â Pop stated honestly.
âYou ever heard of a guy named Bamboo?â
âIâve heard the name but I donât know him, he could walk past me right now and I wouldnât even know that was him,â Pop answered.
âWell, real soon Iâm going to be shutting that
When Fresh saw what happened a big smile appeared across his face. That li âl nigga gives no fucks. He ruthless.
âHey, yo, shorty!â Fresh yelled.
âWhatâs poppinâ?â Pop asked defensively.
âNice work back there,â Fresh said as handed the young warrior $500 dollars.
âIâm looking for a good soldier like you. I been seeing you put in a lot of work around here lately,â he told Pop.
âIâm just trying to eat, man. I got to do me,â Pop said honestly.
âWhatâs your name, shorty?â
âPop,â he answered.
âEverybody calls me Fresh. How âbout you come take a ride with me?â Fresh posed it as a question, but it was more like a demand as he stepped away from the building, knowing that Pop would follow.
âAâight bet,â Pop replied.
With no hesitation he hopped in the passenger seat of the Range Rover.
Damn, this shits look like a fuckin airplane, Pop thought as he looked at all the buttons and lights.
âI appreciate what you doing for me,â Pop said, thankful for the $500 dollars he just received.
âDonât worry about it, shorty, Fresh said as he made the engine come to life and stepped on the gas.
Popâs eyes lit up when he saw Fresh pull up into the IHOP parking lot.
âYou hungry, little homie?â Fresh asked, already knowing the answer.
âA little bit,â Pop lied, trying to save face but deep down inside he was starving and literally would eat a horse.
The slim waitress escorted the two men to a booth in the back of the diner.
âHow would you like to work for me?â Fresh asked, sipping on his water and getting straight to the chase.
âWork for you how? What would I have to do?â Pop questioned defensively.
âListen, B. I know about your situation, and Iâm just here to help,â Fresh told him.
âHow you going to help?â
âIâm going to help by putting some money in your fuckinâ pocket, Fresh answered quickly.
âWhy me? Iâm pretty sure you got hundreds of people to choose from, people who would love to prove something to you.â
âBecause I see something in you that you donât even see in yourself,â Fresh responded.
âAnd whatâs that?â Pop asked curiously.
âThatâs my little secret,â Fresh laughed as the slim waitress brought them their food.
âSo what does this job consist of?â Pop asked as he cut off a piece of his waffle and gobbled it up.
âI need you to be an enforcer for me,â Fresh said bluntly to see where Popâs head was at. He had seen Pop go for broke so he knew that he had the heart.
âYou mean a goonie,â Pop corrected him.
âIf thatâs what you want to call it. You wonât be doing shit you havenât been doing already. You might have to beat a few people up, stab a few cats, hang âem out the windowâyou know, regular shit,â Fresh said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. âCan you handle that?â
âOf course I can,â Pop answered, happy to finally be on the winning team.
âIf Iâm going to be a goon, believe Iâm going to be the best goon that ever lived,â he said, accepting Freshâs proposition.
âThis is the beginning to a great friendship,â Fresh said as the two menâs glasses clinked together. âIf you be loyal to me, I will always be loyal to you,â he said as he slowly sipped from his glass. âI love your heart.â
âIâm just doing what I gotta do, itâs never personal,â Pop stated honestly.
âYou ever heard of a guy named Bamboo?â
âIâve heard the name but I donât know him, he could walk past me right now and I wouldnât even know that was him,â Pop answered.
âWell, real soon Iâm going to be shutting that
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