Chapter 5
FIVE
Loco.
“Ay, where Kyng?” I asked Prynce as I passed him then blunt.
“Prolly the crib, but him and Sy comin’ through. Why?” he asked.
“Need him to do something for me.” I shrugged, unlocking my phone to send him a text and let him know I needed to holla at him when he pushed up.
“He ain’t doin’ cleanup for us no more, nigga.” Prynce looked my way. “He was hot after the last shit you pulled.”
“When he not hot?” I chuckled. “I be wonderin’ if Des be givin’ that nigga pussy as uptight as he is.”
“Shiddd, she ain’t had three of his kids for no reason.”
“The first one came from a cup.” I smirked then dodged the fist he was sending my way while I laughed. “Chill out, Lord.”
“Quit playin’ with my brother and niece, nigga.” He playfully frowned.
“He ain’t lyin’ though, Lord.” Jay chuckled as his ass scrolled on his phone. “I still can’t believe he did that shit. He still got his sperm down there?”
“How the fuck I’m supposed to know that?” Prynce mugged us both. “Like I be askin’ his ass where he got his sperm stored and shit.”
“He yo’ brother.” Jay shrugged.
“Exactly, not my bitch.” He leaned forward to hand him the blunt, but he declined.
It was the summertime, and he usually would indulge a little during the off season, but the shit was far and few in between.
“Only niggas nut I’m worried about is my own, and I know where that shit goin.
’ Exactly why my wife knocked up again.” He grinned.
I shook my head while laughing as I went to Pikz to see if Diamond’s pretty ass had hit me back.
My nostrils flared when I noticed that she’d left me on read yet again.
I knew a nigga talked a lil’ wild sometimes, but it wasn’t that deep.
I was low key tight with myself for being pressed about a bitch, but I couldn’t help the shit.
I thought about her any time I had a down moment, and when I closed my eyes, her pretty ass face haunted me.
“Loc,” Prynce nudged me with his leg causing me to look up seeing that he was trying to pass the blunt back to me. “Damn, Lord, you aight?”
“Yeah, I’m straight.” I nodded, taking a pull from the blunt once my back was to the couch again.
“Why the fuck Safari ain’t cook?” Sy asked when he entered the room. We were all over Prynce’s chilling since his girl and Jay’s had gone out with Des and Dior to get their nails done.
“Why yo’ geriatric ass wife ain’t cook you shit?” P asked and we all laughed, including Sy.
“Fuck you, nigga.”
“My girl ain’t no chef or maid, Lord.”
“She cook good as shit though.”
“Dior can burn too.” Jay replied.
“I know.” Sy smirked and sat back after I passed him the blunt. “Why you think I married her.”
“Spousal privilege, I thought.” P’s dumb ass said causing us all to roar in laughter again. “She knew we killed them niggas and we couldn’t have her ass testifying.”
“Shut yo’ ass up.” Sy laughed. “You killed them niggas, not me. She still coulda testified against yo’ ass.”
“Then you’d be a widower and single father.” Prynce shook his head. “Glad it ain’t turn out like that.”
“Anyways, nigga,” Sy turned to face me. “You get ol’ girl’s info yet?”
“Ol’ girl?” Jay’s eyes locked on mine. “Who?”
“Nobody.”
“Naw, Lord,” Prynce grinned. “Who is ol’ girl, Sy?”
He shrugged, ashing the blunt. “Some hoe he ran into when he was in Atlyn City.”
“She ain’t no hoe, mothafucka.” I glared at him.
“She not?” Jay’s brows lifted as he smirked at me. “Now, that’s new for you. You love hoes.”
“On Lord.” Prynce laughed. “Shit is ridiculous as fuck low key.”
“Naw, for real.” Sy chuckled.
They weren’t lying. I loved a bop that I could get out of the way, but that was just because I hadn’t met anyone that was able to get and keep my attention.
Most of these bitches wanted to fuck with a nigga for status and bread, so I wasn’t interested.
Diamond’s pretty ass was different though.
She was, without a doubt, star struck when she first saw me, but not in hopes that I’d fuck her pretty ass.
Just simply because she knew that I was a celebrity.
“And you don’t got her info?” P continued. “What she doin’? Dodgin’ you or somethin’?” When I didn’t confirm or deny he laughed harder. “Ah, hell naw!”
When Jay and Sy joined him, I couldn’t help but do the same.
“Fuck y’all niggas, aight?”
“So that’s why you lookin’ for Kyng?” Jabari asked.
“Who lookin’ for me?” K asked when he entered the room.
“Damn, Lord,” Prynce sat up and frowned at his brothers. “I want my keys back from you and Sy. Y’all don’t even bother knockin’ on my shit no more.”
“Fuck we knockin’ for and we got keys?”
“Nigga, I be havin’ my girl bent over in the foyer sometimes,” he snapped. “Yall gon’ fuck around and walk in on some shit one day.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time we walked in on you fuckin’, Prynceton.”
“It’ll be the first time you walked in on me and my wife though, Lord. And then you’d have to die because any nigga that’s seen my wife naked already six feet under.”
“Anyway, who lookin’ for me?” Kyng asked.
“Loc,” Sy pointed to me, amused as fuck.
“Yeah, you texted. What’s up?” he asked then added, “I ain’t cleanin’ up none of y’all messes, so if you did some dumb shit, you do the shit ya self, my nigga.”
“Chill, Lord, I been chillin’.” I grinned. “I just need you to look into somebody for me.”
His brows dipped. “Who and why?”
“Chick I met in A.C.” I answered while the three stooges were all looking and listening with goofy ass smiles on their faces.
“Aight, what she do?”
“Curved his goofy ass,” Prynce laughed. “He stalkin’ the bitch, K!”
Kyng’s hard glare lightened up as he smiled. “Yeah?”
“No, Lord.” I chuckled. “I got some business…”
“Man, get the fuck out of here,” Jabari smiled and waved me off. “He feelin’ ol’ girl, and she dodgin’ him. Stop the cap.”
“She ain’t dodgin’ me, aight?” I frowned, more to myself than at them because she low key was ignoring me. “I just said some wild shit, and she wasn’t havin’ it.”
“Somebody that ain’t gon’ put up with ya disrespectful ass mouth, I like her already.” Kyng nodded. “What’s her name?”
“Diamond.” I answered.
“Last name?”
“I don’t know.” I mumbled and regretted the shit immediately because the group of bozo’s snickered.
“So, you just know Diamond?”
“Yeah, Lord,” I looked away. “She gave me her Pikz handle though, so maybe you can use that.”
“Aight,” Kyng nodded. “You ain’t stalkin’ this hoe or no shit are you?”
“She ain’t no hoe, and naw I’m not.” I shook my head. “Not really. I just need to know where the fuck she stay and shit so I can push up on her.”
“So, stalking her basically.” Prynce’s goofy ass said and giggled like a bitch. “You gon’ be an accessory bro, and mama gon’ be pissed.”
“Shut up, P.” Kyng laughed while shaking his head.
“Aight, I warned him, right Sy?”
“Yeah, bruh, you did.”
“Fuck you, Lord,” I laughed. “We cool, dead ass. I ain’t even goin’ straight there. I’m gon’ send her some shit first.”
“Man, this shit here is hilarious.” Jabari shook his head. “What happened to you never chasin’ or settlin’ for a hoe.”
“Keep tellin’ y’all niggas she not a hoe and I ain’t tellin’ y’all to watch your mouths no more either.” I glared at them all. “She cool though. I like talking to her and looking at her fine ass.”
“Man, let us see her, Lord.” Prynce leaned forward. “We need to see who all this fuss is about.”
“Naw,” I shook my head.
“Must be busted.” Sy snickered.
“Busted like that booger faced ass bitch you almost had a baby with, nigga,” I cut my eyes at him, and his smile quickly dropped.
“Facts.” Jay agreed.
“Naw, busted as the hoe Dior’s baby daddy was with.” Prynce said and laughed. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that mothafuckin’ hikin’ boot!”
Kyng joined in on the laughter when he said that. I wasn’t there when they ran down on him, but I heard the stories, and my homeboy didn’t let up when he was talking about her.
“Aight, chill out, bro.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I smirked. “She pretty as hell though.” I pulled up Diamond’s page and let them all look at her.
They all looked for a second or two, passing the phone around until it made it back to me.
“Aight, she straight enough to stalk.” Prynce grinned.
“Fuck up man. But yeah, K, I need you to get that for me.”
“I got you.” He pulled out his phone and began to text. “Give me ‘til the end of the day.”
I grinned and nodded, slipping my phone back in my pocket.
It paid to be plugged in and connected to the right mothafuckas.
I could have taken my ass back over there and pressed her myself, followed her or some shit to find out where her crib was, but I wanted to go about it the right way.
My homeboy was the top dog, and had the ability to find whoever we wanted, so why not?
I pulled up to the gas station and threw the shit in park before killing the engine then climbing out. I’d just gotten back to Atlyn City because Kyng came through with the shit that I needed. Diamond still wasn’t responding to a nigga, so I just took that as she wanted to see me in fucking person.
After shutting the door to my car, I strolled inside the store.
I peeped the group of niggas huddled on the other end of the store by the bathroom.
They were mugging the shit out of me, so I gave the vibes right back to them.
I could tell they were gang affiliated because of the flags in their pockets, and they thought they were intimidating, but they had me fucked up.
I wasn’t afraid of a mothafuckin’ thing.
I was built for this street shit, and if they fucked with me, they’d find out just how serious I was about the shit.
I grabbed a Bahama Blueberry Mistic then went over to the chip aisle to get some Spicy Nacho Doritos before making my way to the counter. I’d asked the clerk for three packs of cigars because I fully intended to burn once I got to Diamond’s crib, then I paid, got some gas, and headed out.
The group of niggas had migrated outside.
I glanced their way and smirked before finishing my journey to my ride.
I tossed my shit inside then went to pump my gas.
My back was facing the door where the group was standing, but I heard the chatter right before I heard the sound of their feet dragging across the pavement.
“Ay, Crim,” I heard one of them call out.
Crim.
They must be with the Crimson Crew.
I figured they could have been when I peeped the red flags, but I was unmoved.
“Ay, Crim,” the same voice called out again.
“You got me fucked up, Lord,” I glanced back. “You can clearly see I ain’t no dirty ass Crimson, so quit addressin’ me by that shit.”
“What you say, nigga?” the obvious leader of the crew stepped forward calling himself mugging me. “You know where you at?”
I looked around before attaching my gaze to his and smirking. “Judging by the way yo’ ass look and as filthy as the area is, I’d say Crimson territory?”
“That’s right, nigga, and hold the cute shit down. You clearly don’t know what you don’ walked into.”
I took a second to count the few niggas in the group before chuckling. “Y’all niggas ain’t on shit. I’d punish all of you with one hand behind my back.”
I’d already stopped pumping my gas, but I kept my hand on the nozzle.
“Ay, Scoob, peep his chain, Crim.”
The little leader turned back to face me, doing what his bitch ass was told, then smirking. I guess it finally set in who the fuck I was, and without a doubt, what I stood for.”
“Oh, shit,” he grinned. “You a little far from Lords territory, ain’t you Loco.”
“Wherever I’m at is Lords territory, my nigga.” I chuckled. “You gon’ get to the point of why you and the rest of these bums walked up on me or what?” I peered down at him. “I got more pressin’ shit to do.”
“This nigga,” he glanced back and chuckled to his homies, pointing at me with his thumb. The moment he turned back toward me, he tried to swing but I was too quick. I weaved and clocked his stupid ass upside his head with the butt of my gun, which I swiftly pulled from my side.
He was dazed, so I took the opportunity to douse his ass with the gas. Like the bitches they were, the rest of them stepped back, the ones up front holding their arms in front of the ones behind them.
Couldn’t be me.
A nigga even look like he gon’ do somethin’ to one of my Lords, he was gon’ be in for a mothafuckin’ ride.
Tossing the handle to the gas pump on the ground, I reached in my pocket for a lighter. I struck that bitch up and tossed it on the hoe ass nigga that thought he was tough. I didn’t know what the fuck they were used to, but I wasn’t the nigga to be playin’ with.
I got back in my ride getting ready to pull off, sure that nobody was gon’ do shit, but I remembered I didn’t have a lighter now that I set that bitch ass nigga on fire.
Swerving into a parking spot in front of the store, I hopped out, leaving my shit running, daring a nigga to touch it, then went inside to get a lighter.
The clerk looked shook, having witnessed what just took place outside. I gave him a hard ass look as I placed a stack of money on the counter, sliding it toward him.
“I ain’t got to tell you to keep ya fuckin’ mouth shut, right?” I wasn’t worrying about him knowing who the fuck I was. He was one of them Indian mothafuckas that didn’t have a clue who I was, nor did I think his ass listened to my music. Still, I’d pay him just for the hell of it.
“I-I… me no see.” He finally said.
“Good man.” I smirked. “I’ll have somebody come through to handle this shit for you.” I said, referring to the mess I’d made in the parking lot.
Kyng was gon’ talk shit, but I had to make sure the shit was done right, and that the nigga didn’t talk. He had people all over just for that reason.
I left out of the store, laughing seeing the Get Along Gang trying to extinguish their boy. Some of them were using their shirts to fan it, and others were pouring their drinks on his bitch ass.
I bet they’d think next time they tried to press a righteous nigga like me.