4 #3
"Shut yo big soft ass up and pull in 711 real quick. I need to get some swishers," Jugg said.
"Soft? Nigga you can't stand under these bitches," Kilo said.
"Shit who can't?" Jugg said as Kilo pulled into the parking lot and turned off the truck.
"You nigga. Remember I used to have to run down on niggas bout you not the other way around," Kilo said laughing.
"Nigga you got me fucked up. You only fought one nigga that tried to press me cuz his bitch got caught suckin' my dick behind the gym bleachers.
And you ain't run down on that nigga for me, I was gone slide his pussy ass if he had stepped to me like a man bout the shit.
He ain't want no smoke for real. Luckily for him he was running his mouth on the basketball courts loud as fuck and you heard his ass.
So, you gave this nigga a black eye. I would have blacked both his eyes after I pistol whipped his bitch ass had that been me," Jugg said.
"Nigga you ain't living like that, you still got Similac on yo breath," Kilo said laughing. He always gave Jugg a hard time like his ass was decades older than him. When in reality, he was just five years older.
"Shut the fuck up, I'll shoot both you niggas, now is not the time for yall shit," I said in a tone that was kinda playful but they also knew I was serious. It got silent for a few seconds before Kilo opened his driver's door preparing to get out of the truck.
"We need gas," he said.
"Don't get mad at us cus your dry dick ass ain't got no pussy in a minute. Better get used to it cuz you gone be on hand duty a few months," Jugg said opening his door as well.
"Nigga you got me fucked up. That might have been what yo ass had to do but I'm straight over here," I said even though his ass might have been right.
If I wasn't releasing pent up energy by fucking, I was killing a nigga, torturing somebody, or something.
I haven't did any of the above since I made it to the hospital with Journi.
Today was really the first day I've been gone as long as I have.
Still I wouldn't tell these niggas that.
Before Jugg could reply to me, a police cruiser pulled up to the pump across from us since Kilo had pulled into a pump.
Unlike other niggas, the sight of a police officer didn't put fear in our hearts.
But, we also didn't have time for their bullshit, and didn't bring unwanted attention to ourselves.
So, instead of just playfully continuing our banter, we just headed inside the store.
Walking in, I headed towards the back to grab something to drink and grab a few snacks for Journi.
They never said she couldn't eat snacks, they were restricting certain foods.
She's been craving pickles, and ice cream and the specific kind she wanted the hospital didn't have.
As I was grabbing a few things, I noticed one of the officers walk back to the freezer section that I was in and look inside as if debating on what to pick.
Not paying it any mind, I grabbed what I was looking for and walked off.
As I was walking down another aisle searching for the chips I saw Lyric give her the other day, I peeped that same officer making his way down the same aisle as me.
Now, I wasn't a nigga that believed in coincidences, so I immediately knew something had to be up.
I had about fifty thousand dollars on, with my suit and shoes alone, so the nigga can't have suspected I was trying to steal shit.
Playing it off, I pulled my phone out and pressed FaceTime on my other phone just so the FaceTime ringtone would play.
I then discreetly put my hand in my pocket and answered the phone and started talking.
"These the chips you wanted?" I said walking past him still holding my phone up. I made sure to get his face in the camera as I took a clear photo before I kept walking. Making my way towards the front, I got in line behind Jugg and Kilo.
"Let me get a pack of grape swisher sweets," Jugg said as I peeped the other officer walking in.
"Put this with y'all stuff I need to run to the bathroom," I said to Kilo handing him my items. As I turned to head towards the back, I noticed both officers were in line and only one had a damn 711 Big Cup in his hand.
"How you doing sir," I said to the other officer as I discreetly snapped a photo of him as well before heading towards the back.
Once I was in the hallway, I stood in a spot where I could see them, but they couldn't see me as I noticed them giving each other looks before focusing back on Jugg and Kilo.
Ending the FaceTime call, I pulled up both their photos before sending both of them in a text message along with a text saying "I need everything on them from their name, address, what they ate today, to the last time they took a shit. I need it now not later." SEND.
After I put my phone back in my pocket, I noticed Jugg and Kilo finishing up at the register as I made my way back towards the front.
"You saw these bitch ass niggas staring our asses down," Jugg asked loudly as we headed back toward the truck.
"Yeah, but I'm not worried about their asses," I said as we made it back to my truck.
Kilo and Jugg stayed outside because Kilo was about to pump gas and Jugg wanted to smoke a cigarette.
I didn't care bout the nigga smoking, however I didn't allow smoking of any kind in any of my cars.
Today I had pulled out my black on black 2026 BMW XM.
Climbing back in the backseat, I loosened my tie and begin checking my emails making sure I hadn't missed anything important.
I had already did payroll yesterday, even if I hadn't checked in on any of my stores.
And, although the shooting didn't damage other stores, I wouldn't open the plaza until that store was finished being cleaned up.
"Why the fuck you asking?" I heard Jugg say as I glanced up and noticed the officer walking over from his car. Opening my door I got back out the truck.
"What's going on?" I asked just as the officer approached.
"His ass gone ask how dark is the tint cuz he thinks it's past the law limit," Jugg said.
"It's a simple question," the officer said as his partner walked over.
"Nigga," Jugg started before Kilo put his arm on his shoulder to shut him up as he finished pumping the gas.
"The question may be simple, but it's irrelevant to me. Whatever is the legal limit is what I have. This is a custom made limited edition truck that cost me almost two hundred grand," I said.
"Oh yeah? What do you do for a living to afford something that expensive?" The officer whose badge read Daniels said. I noticed Kilo putting the gas pump up so I said,
"I'm sorry fellas, time is money and standing here answering questions is not making me money. You gentlemen have a nice day," and turned to get in the truck as Jugg and Kilo did the same.
Kilo started the truck up and we simply sat at the pump for a few minutes before pulling off.
"You know they gone fuck with us when we leave right? Bitch ass niggas," Jugg said.
"I know but I'm not worried. Let's go Kilo I gotta get this ice cream back to Journi before I go holla at Shaniya's ass. I need that information today," I said as Kilo pulled out.
Just as we suspected, as soon as we pulled out and got one block down, they hit their lights on us. Pulling over, Kilo retrieved his license, and grabbed my registration, and insurance information.
"License, registration, and insurance," Officer Daniels said once he approached the truck.
"What's the reason for the stop officer?" Kilo asked him.
"Don't question me boy, get me your license, registration and insurance or I'll book you for obstruction," Officer Daniels said as the other officer approached from the passenger side and tapped on the window. Jugg and I both let our windows down at the exact same time.
"I need both of you boys license as well," Officer Rowland said.
"I haven't been a boy in years," I shot back. "And, it doesn't appear that your body camera is on, did it magically malfunction?" I said. Jugg knew to be quiet because his ass was hotheaded and would definitely end up in jail for killing these cops.
Laughing, Officer Rowland said, "Just like a cocky ass nigger, but we'll see who has the last laugh."
"Indeed we will," I shot back, completely unfazed as I got a text on my phone. Opening it up, I smiled as I glanced to the left and noticed that Officer Daniels hasn't made a move to go run any of the information Kilo had provided him.
"Either run the shit or give it back," Kilo said as Officer Daniels pulled his gun semi out of its holster.
"Easy boy, you better watch that fucking tone," he said clearly on a power trip.
"You smell that Rowland? Smell like weed to me. We gone need you guys to exit the vehicle we have suspicions that-" Officer Daniels was saying until I interrupted him.
I didn't have time for this bullshit and my patience had officially run out.
"Okay, this game is over, give him back his shit so we can go. And, Officer Daniels, if you want Jamie Lee and Stacy to grow up with a father, you better holster that fucking weapon." I said before turning to his partner and saying,
"I would sure hate for your pregnant wife carrying your first child to take a nasty ass fall and break her fucking neck, accidentally, of course. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse us, we have somewhere to be.
But luckily for you both I'm in a very forgiving mood today so I will forget this ever happened," I said as Officer Daniels pale faced ass quickly handed Kilo his information back.
Not bothering to continue small talk, he instantly pulled off.
I wasn't worried about their asses following us because I knew my message was heard loud and clear.
"Where is the information I asked you for?" I said as soon as Shaniya opened her door.
"You need to stop coming over to my damn house not even acknowledging me," she said.
"I did acknowledge you, I just said where is the information I asked you for? That's acknowledging you because who the fuck else I would be talking to?" I said as I pushed past her.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about Khi," she said.
"Don't call me that," I said.