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Author: K'wan
hot as hell out here man, how long we gonna wait?â
âUntil I say, Charlie.â Sha took the toothpick out of his mouth to make sure he was clear. Charlie didnât press the issue. Sha was someone you didnât want to argue with unless you were ready to get physical.
Ignoring Charlie, Sha went back to watching the front door as he had been for the last few hours. He was beginning to wonder if maybe Charlie was right and they should come back another day, until he saw his mark. A low growl escaped him as a red haze formed over his eyes. He wanted to run up on the man and make him strip before he popped him, but there were too many people. He had to do it as he had planned or it was pointless.
âCome on,â Sha said, checking the clip on his .380 before tucking it back into his pocket. Charlie followed, but made sure he didnât get too close just yet. Itâd look funny if they both approached him. Sha kept his eyes on the young man as he moved coolly in his direction. From the way he was swaying and trying to balance himself against the wall, Sha could tell he was drunk. It would take the fun out of it, but oh well. By the time the young man even noticed Sha, he was right on top of him.
THE MAN OF THE HOUR came half stumbling out of one of the side doors. Don B had told him to stay close until they gathered the rest of the entourage, but he had managed to slip off. The Hennessey was mingling with the champagne in his gut and it wasnât a pleasant meeting. If he was going to throw up he damn sure didnât want to do it with hundreds of people watching.
True managed to maneuver himself over to the wall and lean against it for balance. The world wasnât spinning as fast as it had been,
but his head still felt like it was wrapped in plastic. The sound of crunching glass drew his attention to the street. He looked up just in time to see a dark-skinned kid coming in his direction. The kid had a square face with a wide, flat nose that looked like it had been broken a time or two. Drunk or not, True wasnât foolish enough to let a stranger roll up on him like that. He didnât have his gun on him, but the butterfly knife he had slipped from his pocket to his palm would have to do.
âGot a light, money?â Sha asked, tapping a cigarette on the back of his hand.
âYeah,â True said, using his free hand to dig in his pocket for a lighter. He handed the Bic to the stranger, careful not to get within armâs reach of him. There was something about the kid that made True uneasy. He wasnât sure if it was the fact that the kid kept staring at him or the fact that he looked familiar. True was about to ask what he was staring at when a voice called from behind him.
âYo, fuck you slide off for?â Don B asked as he approached. He was flanked by two large bodyguards and about ten people bringing up the rear. He glared at Sha, but didnât acknowledge him. âYou aâight?â Don B was talking to True but he kept his eyes fixed on Sha.
âYeah,â True said.
âThanks for the light,â Sha said, giving True back his lighter. He gave Don B and his entourage the once-over before disappearing back across the street.
âFuck was that all about?â Don B asked, watching Sha leave.
True just shrugged. âNigga said he needed a light.â
SHAâS LEGS THREATENED TO GIVE out on him before he had made it completely across the street. It wasnât because he was nervous; it was because he was angry. Rage shook Shaâs body so intensely that he looked cold. He could almost taste victory, but the unexpected arrival of Don B had snatched it from him. He couldâve kicked himself in the ass for toying with True instead of just handling his business. He had wasted precious time and undid his own plan. It was okay though. The next time he would be swifter and True would be a statistic.
Chapter 3
THE BLOCK WAS QUIET THAT
âUntil I say, Charlie.â Sha took the toothpick out of his mouth to make sure he was clear. Charlie didnât press the issue. Sha was someone you didnât want to argue with unless you were ready to get physical.
Ignoring Charlie, Sha went back to watching the front door as he had been for the last few hours. He was beginning to wonder if maybe Charlie was right and they should come back another day, until he saw his mark. A low growl escaped him as a red haze formed over his eyes. He wanted to run up on the man and make him strip before he popped him, but there were too many people. He had to do it as he had planned or it was pointless.
âCome on,â Sha said, checking the clip on his .380 before tucking it back into his pocket. Charlie followed, but made sure he didnât get too close just yet. Itâd look funny if they both approached him. Sha kept his eyes on the young man as he moved coolly in his direction. From the way he was swaying and trying to balance himself against the wall, Sha could tell he was drunk. It would take the fun out of it, but oh well. By the time the young man even noticed Sha, he was right on top of him.
THE MAN OF THE HOUR came half stumbling out of one of the side doors. Don B had told him to stay close until they gathered the rest of the entourage, but he had managed to slip off. The Hennessey was mingling with the champagne in his gut and it wasnât a pleasant meeting. If he was going to throw up he damn sure didnât want to do it with hundreds of people watching.
True managed to maneuver himself over to the wall and lean against it for balance. The world wasnât spinning as fast as it had been,
but his head still felt like it was wrapped in plastic. The sound of crunching glass drew his attention to the street. He looked up just in time to see a dark-skinned kid coming in his direction. The kid had a square face with a wide, flat nose that looked like it had been broken a time or two. Drunk or not, True wasnât foolish enough to let a stranger roll up on him like that. He didnât have his gun on him, but the butterfly knife he had slipped from his pocket to his palm would have to do.
âGot a light, money?â Sha asked, tapping a cigarette on the back of his hand.
âYeah,â True said, using his free hand to dig in his pocket for a lighter. He handed the Bic to the stranger, careful not to get within armâs reach of him. There was something about the kid that made True uneasy. He wasnât sure if it was the fact that the kid kept staring at him or the fact that he looked familiar. True was about to ask what he was staring at when a voice called from behind him.
âYo, fuck you slide off for?â Don B asked as he approached. He was flanked by two large bodyguards and about ten people bringing up the rear. He glared at Sha, but didnât acknowledge him. âYou aâight?â Don B was talking to True but he kept his eyes fixed on Sha.
âYeah,â True said.
âThanks for the light,â Sha said, giving True back his lighter. He gave Don B and his entourage the once-over before disappearing back across the street.
âFuck was that all about?â Don B asked, watching Sha leave.
True just shrugged. âNigga said he needed a light.â
SHAâS LEGS THREATENED TO GIVE out on him before he had made it completely across the street. It wasnât because he was nervous; it was because he was angry. Rage shook Shaâs body so intensely that he looked cold. He could almost taste victory, but the unexpected arrival of Don B had snatched it from him. He couldâve kicked himself in the ass for toying with True instead of just handling his business. He had wasted precious time and undid his own plan. It was okay though. The next time he would be swifter and True would be a statistic.
Chapter 3
THE BLOCK WAS QUIET THAT
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