18. Ma Lai
Hey, babies, I heard I had some fans in book-land! Just know Ma Lai love all of you! Welcome to the ride down show! This is my only chapter again, I’m about tired of her ass with this one-chapter shit, Lai need a whole damn book!
Let me dial my son up so we can shake some shit up tonight, I thought dialing his number waiting on him to answer.
"Hey, Ma, what's up?” Zelan asked.
“What you doing son? We need to ride down on somebody,” I told him.
“Who are we riding down on Lai?” he questioned.
I sighed because this nigga was acting slow. “Nigga, you know who the hell we’re riding down on, we talked about this shit already.”
“Ohhh, okay, I will be there in an hour.” He ended the call.
I called Cynt and told her to come on over so she can ride out with us.
I went to throw my clothes on, so I could be ready to go when Zelan got here.
Cynt came about thirty minutes after I called her.
Two hours had passed, and Zelan still wasn’t here.
I don’t know what was taking this boy so long, damn, he was supposed to be here an hour ago.
About ten minutes later, his ass texted that he was outside.
I checked myself out in the mirror, and Honey Lai was ready for the ride down.
“Come on, Cynt. He outside,” I told her as we both grabbed our shit and walked out the door.
“Nigga, what took your ass so long?” I asked as we got in the car.
“Ma, it was traffic, I’m here so we good. Lai, what the hell you got on?” Zelan asked.
“My battle clothes boy, what the hell you talking ‘bout!” I responded.
“Does your shirt say, Pain and suffering is a bitch, but Gang Bang got the cure? What the hell that mean?” Zelan asked, with his face all scrunched up.
“You don’t know about us, me and Cynt the gang bang crew.
You can be a member after we see what you working with tonight.
Now drive this damn car. Oh, and after we're done we gotta get something to eat, cause I'm hungry!” I spoke as we traveled through the streets of Harlem.
While Zel was driving I was getting my guns ready for me and Cynt.
I even had his ass a gun. I passed a gun to Cynt, and one to Zelan but he was looking at the shit like I was crazy.
“What the hell is this? Lai, I don’t need this lil ass shit! Then you got the nerve to pass me a lil ass twenty-two. The fuck am I supposed to do with that shit? It ain’t gon’ even graze the nigga right. I’m good, I got my nine tucked and ready,” Zelan said.
“Fine by me,” I responded.
About forty-five minutes later we made it to our destination.
We headed in the building and hopped on the elevators.
We had no problems with the security people from the building because they knew Zelan.
When the elevators opened, I damn near passed out.
This shit was straight outta one of them rich and famous magazines.
“Dammmmn, this is nice, this his shit?” I whispered.
“Yeah, One of them. Now come on and walk light,” Zelan whispered.
“Lead the way, nigga. I don’t know where nothing at in this place,” I said as we followed him down the hall.
“I think he’s in his office,” Zel said. When we got to the door, this damn fool started fumbling with the doorknob, and I slapped his ass upside the head.
“Damn, Ma, what you hit me for?” He asked.
“Nigga, why the hell you making all that damn noise? We can’t ride down on no damn body if they know we the fuck coming. I’ma have to rethink riding out with yo ass, I think I’m gon’ do my riding out with Meek,” I stated, pointing my gun at the door, nodding for him to open it.
He opened the door and Juelz was sitting at his desk, and Zelan, Cynt and I walked in with our guns pointed at him. Juelz looked up and had a smirk on his face and then the smirk disappeared.
“What’s all this?” He asked.
“Nigga don’t ask us no questions. Speak when we tell you to speak, you know what this is! I told your ass not to mess with my granddaughter’s heart. But noooooo what did your ass do? You fucked with her heart, and for that, your ass gon’ pay!" I yelled, and Zel was laughing his ass off.
“Okay, Lai so how do you want me to pay? I will do whatever I have to do. I’m sorry for hurting Ciera. I’ll spend the rest of my life making things right with her,” Juelz stated.
“Well first lean over so I can slap the shit out of you for being so damn dumb!” I responded. Juelz leaned over, and I slapped the fish grease outta his ass!
“Damn, Ma! You didn’t come to play! I know that’s the fuck right, let me get a slap, Ma,” Zel stated, getting a kick out of this shit.
"Go ahead son and get you some, we in this together! Lean your ass back over so my partner can get some of this action!” I told Juelz.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, Ma,” Juelz said, rubbing his jaw.
“Oh, nigga it’s going to happen, now hurry your ass up and lean over!” I said, raising my gun. Juelz leaned over, waiting for Zel to slap his ass.
“This shit is fucking hilarious to see the strongest nigga I know being handled.”
WHAP!
Zel slapped the shit out of him, and we gave each other a high five, cracking the hell up, and Juelz was fucking fuming.
“That was a good one, son! Now, back to you, you should be ashamed of yourself. My Ci loved you, so I think you owe her for pain and suffering. We want five million dollars in small bills and have that shit delivered to Zelan’s house.
When we get it, we’ll break it down between the four of us.
I need a new house on the block, and if they don’t have one for sale build me one.
Cause Lai ain’t leaving the hood,” I told his ass.
“Why do I have to pay y’all?” Juelz asked.
“Because nigga, we suffered with her ass, now get to it! Have them deliver our money tonight. Ain’t that how you rich people do it, have your money delivered?” I asked, laughing at my own damn self.
“Ma, you crazy as hell! Juelz is not about to give us no damn money,” Zelan said, still holding his gun in his hand laughing.
“Okay, I will have it delivered,” he said, picking up the phone. A minute went by, and he started speaking on the phone.
“Yeah, I need you to get me five million together, put it in one duffle bag and have it delivered to Zelan’s house when it’s ready,” Juelz stated and ended the call.
“Now that should handle alllllll the pain and suffering we got! Ohhh, wait. Drug dealers keep a safe in they crib. We want that money, open the safe,” I told him.
“Yep, he damn sure got a safe, and it’s in this office behind that painting.” Zelan pointed out, and you could see the steam coming from Juelz’s ass.
“Get up, nigga.” I yelled, trying to keep a straight face. He stood to open the safe and that bitch was loaded.
“Ohhh Lawd, we done hit the jackpot.” I laughed and opened my purse so he could put the money in. When he closed the safe and took a seat, I put my gun away. I walked around to Juelz to give him a kiss on the cheek and rubbed his face.
“What the hell? We just held this man at gunpoint, barking orders and shit, and now you over there kissing his cheek! Alright, Ma, give us a minute to talk,” Zel spoke. Juelz stood and walked over to Zel and punched him so damn hard, I know his ass was going to have a headache.
“What the fuck?” Zel yelled, and honey me and Cynt was bent over laughing.
“Damn baby, he punched the hell out of you!” I screamed.
“What the hell you hit me for?” Zel asked mad as hell.
“For letting Ma ride down on my ass and hitting me nigga. Y’all lucky I knew the shit wasn’t real and watched you three on my cameras,” Juelz stated.
“Whatever, that’s why you ain’t getting’ your money back from me! I’m going to buy me something nice with my settlement money,” Zel told him, and we all fell out laughing.
“That lady is a rider for her granddaughter’s, damn, she came down on me hard,” Juelz sighed, still rubbing his face.
Cynt and I left the room so they could talk and headed back to the family room.
This boy had some nice shit in here. I was looking at stuff that would look good in my house.
Like this painting, I'm gon’ just go ahead and take this baby home with me.
“Cynt, come help me get this painting off the wall,” I said, as I walked up to the painting and we pulled it down.
“This is a nice painting, Lai,” Cynt said to me. I was still looking around the room for some more shit.
“Yeah, I’m going to put this bad boy in my living room,” I responded, just as Zelan and Juelz was walking down the hall.
“Ohhhhh, I wonder if this crystal?” I asked Cynt. “Get the other one this a look nice on my end tables.”
“Ma, what the hell you doing?” Zelan asked.
“I’m shopping nigga, this painting would look good in my living room,” I told him.
“Ma, you gon’ just shake me down for money, and take my painting and vases? You know that painting is worth some money.”
“How much is it worth?” I asked Juelz because the painting was nice, so I knew he paid a few hundred for it.
“Ummmm around six hundred thousand,” Juelz responded.
“Six hundred thousand? Nigga is you crazy? This painting is nice and all, but it ain’t that damn nice.
Do you know what I can do with six hundred thousand dollars?
Buy me a new house, a car, and have some money in the bank for my granddaughters.
Zelan, you know where I can get rid of this and get the money?
” I asked him, hell I was gonna sell this shit.
“No, Ma, leave the boy painting here. We already got us some money off his ass,” Zel stated.
“You right son, we don’t want to be greedy. You can have your painting back, but when I get my new house can you get me some paintings? I don’t need nothing that expensive, just something nice like this one.
“I got you, ma,” Juelz said, kissing me and Cynt on the cheek. We left his place and headed to grab a bite to eat.
“What you want to go eat ma?” Zelan asked once we were back in the car.
“Let’s go to Dallas BBQ,” I told him. About twenty minutes later, we made it to the restaurant. Zelan got us seated fast; we ordered our food and drinks. Once our food arrived, we dug in, and it was good as hell.
“Ma, you paying for the bill, this was your idea,” Zel spoke as he was finishing up his meal.
“Nigga you the one rich, I ain’t paying for shit,” I told him.
He looked around, and this nigga stood up and walked off.
I don’t know who he thought he was fucking with.
Me and Cynt got the hell up and walked out too!
When we got outside Zelan was running to get in the car, Cynt and I was on his ass. We jumped in and pulled off.
“Nigga how you rich and not gonna pay them people and got me out here running and shit? I’m too cute to be in jail over some damn food!” I yelled, and we all burst out laughing.
“I wanted to teach your ass a lesson, but damn you and Ms. Cynt is with all the bullshit, huh?” Zelan said, laughing as he turned around and parked in front of the restaurant.
He went inside and told them his grandma was sick and thought his aunt had paid the bill.
He left a hefty tip, he said. I would have kept going, shit, we were already out and in the car.
What a fun night this was, glad I hung out with my boy.
I guess we can let him in the gang bang crew.