When It All Falls Down 3 - Somebody is Gonna Die: A Chicago Hood Drama (A Hustler's Lady) Read Online Free

to see if we can see the connection and if it would be one that she know like that. I don’t wanna waste our time only to find that she know this nigga Byron through someone who live far away or some shit.”
                  Quickly, Ayana pulled out her phone with a smile on her face. She considered herself to be a social media expert, having had all of the accounts and even being able to accumulate a respectable amount of followers. She quickly logged into her Facebook account, having seen that she’d missed several calls and text messages from Sharli wanting to know why the phone call had ended so suddenly earlier.
                  Tramar took the opportunity to get up and go look around for Quan as Ayana was looking through Sharli’s Facebook wall. She found the post of Vivica’s terrified face and the title that said WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU OWE A REAL NIGGA MONEY and did a little more digging to see how Sharli had seen it. Quickly, her searching took her to some guy with gold teeth – just the kind of person who looked like somebody that Sharli would know.
                  “Look,” she said, “this the dude that seems to know this Byron nigga.”
                  Jackson and Tramar leaned in closer to the screen to get a better look. After looking at one another and shaking their heads, Jackson spoke up and said, “Naw, I don’t think I know that nigga.”
                  Ayana turned the phone back toward her as she looked into the screen. She admitted that she didn’t know the guy either. “Well, that’s what we needed to know, I guess, and now we know it,” Ayana said. “Look, I know how you feel and stuff, Tramar, but I think getting Sharli in on this is really going to be the only way we can get to who he knows. I mean, do you really think we need to be hitting this dude, whoever it is, up on Facebook without some sort of connection?”
                  “And how is Sharli gonna be that connection without making us look suspicious, Ayana?” Tramar asked. “Huh? How she gon’ do that?”
                  Ayana stopped in her tracks, trying to think of a response to Tramar’s question. “Look, Tramar,” she said, then glanced around their booth to make sure that she wasn’t talking too loudly. “I know what you sayin’, but we don’t even know how Sharli even knows this dude. For all we know they could be friends and you two could say you try’na sell something that she know he want or some weed or somethin’. I mean, you know she said who he is to her or whatever, but I don’t know how close they are or how she might know him or whatever.”
                  Tramar thought about it for a moment. Against his better judgment, he finally caved in. “Okay, okay,” he said, hesitantly. “Hit her up and talk to her and just be real careful what you say, Ayana. Just be real careful. I don’t want her knowin’ too much. Try to find out and see what she might know already without you havin’ to tell her ass too much about what we got goin’. And if she ask where we at, what will you say?” Tramar himself hadn’t thought of a cover story for that just yet.
                  Jackson paused, trying to think of what his answer would be once his phone started ringing. He then realized something very crucial. “Tramar,” he said. “Me and you can’t be usin’ our phones and shit. For all you know, the police could be try’na track that shit.”
                  “Shit,” Tramar said, looking down at his phone on the table. “You right. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now that they know it’s us and shit, not only do we gotta get rid of them cars, but our phones could also get our black asses caught too.”
                  “Yeah, they could,” Ayana said. “They could. What y’all gon’ do? And when do you want me to call Sharli and talk to