IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) (4 page)

             
“Drop me at the crib K. I gotta check in
wit
Wifey,” said Pook.

             
K felt a little stab in the heart, again thinking about Mattie.

             
“Aight Pook. What about you Blass?
You wit me?”

             
“No doubt big cuzzin!
Let’s make moves.”

             
K headed to drop Pook off at his crib, but he still couldn’t shake those thoughts of Mattie.

                                              
    Chapter 3

K–Mo and Blass had gone and checked out two of K’s spots. He picked up the money that had been in the streets from two spots and told Norma and Cash that he would be back to bring them more work in a couple of hours. K didn’t really feel comfortable riding around with over 10g’s on him.
Especially knowing that the undercover cops turned the heat up a couple of notches on Fridays.

             
Wyandanch is a small suburban ghetto, but equivalent in crime to a city housing project. For this reason as well as many others it had earned the title Crimedanch. A niggah getting that money for real had to stay on point and on the lookout for them thirsty broke-ass stick-up kids. K learned to keep the heat (gun) close from the mistake of others.
I’d rather be judged by twelve then carried by six
, was his motto.

             
After thinking about the time it would take for him to go and put up the money he had on him and the time it would take for him to drive about five minutes to Lonnie’s spot to che
ck on his dough, K put his faith in
the Glock .45 automag and went to check on his paper. The front yard at Lonnie’s was poppin as usual on a Friday night. Lawn chairs were spread out and filled with people from the neighborhood and around town that was down with the set, sipping on something. Music from the 70’s filled the atmosphere from the one house speaker that sat on the front porch.

K and Blass pulled up in the rental and parked across the street from the house along with ten other cars that were parked out front. Lonnie was
sitting at the table with a few of his sidekicks playing spades and smoking a joint when they pulled up. K was met with various greetings as he entered the front yard.

             
“Get you a partner and run a game
wit
us big boy,” said Black Justice.

             
“Why you
tryna
get dis niggah to sit in this hot ass front yard? You know he can’t be seen posted up over here by 5-0!” said Lonnie.

             
“Nah
Lon ,it’s
cool. Fuck them pigs – I
gots
to fuck wit my peoples. The boys in blue already know what I do. I just can’t be dirty when I chill. But I got
madd
shit to do tonight. Sunday we gonna get down though, drinks and trees on me
, ”
said K.

             
“That’s what’s up,” said Justice.

             
K knew Lonnie was only looking out for his best interest as well as his own by screaming on Justice. Lonnie removed himself from the table and directed K to follow him into the house. The interior of the home was furnished with all the latest rent-a- center exclusives. A 60 inch HD flat screen was the first thing that was noticed after entering the front door. His daughter’s Mya
and
Moesha were enjoying themselves playing X-Box-360 in the small living room as Lonnie’s wife of 12 years lounged on a large green leather loveseat.

             
“I fried some chicken and
made some bangin’ ass mac and c
heese if you hungry K,” said Lonnie’s old lady Gwen.

             
K had the munchies but he was more focused on handling his business and getting up outta dodge. He saw the look on Blass’s face and knew that he was trying to grub. The munchies had that niggah too.

             
“Why don’t you fix my man Blass a plate and if you got some paper plates and aluminum foil, fix me up something to go while
me
and Lonnie handle business.”

             
“Go ahead and hook that up babe. We’ll be out in about ten minutes,” said Lonnie.

             
As they headed into Lonnie’s bedroom, K said to Blass over his shoulder, “I’ll be right out.”

             
“Man you got here just in time. I only got eleven of them
thangs
left and the fiends been
runnin
all day long,” said Lonnie going into his closet.

             
K had had a drop floor stash spot installed to hold all the work in Lonnie’s bedroom closet floor the week before. Lonnie removed two large $TAXXX of bills and tossed them on the bed.

             
“That’s $7000; $3500 in each stack. You know I always make yours first. I’ve had that there for a few hours now.”

             
K sat down and removed the rubber bands off the money and began counting. That was one rule he had when it came to his paper. Always count money during a transaction. By the time K finished counting his money Lonnie was patiently waiting and counting his own. As K put the rubber bands back on his $TAXXX, there was a knock at the bedroom door. It was Lonnie’s chick.

             
“Babe I know you
handlin
business, but you got about six customers out here,” she said through the door.

             
“Aight-aight.
I’ll be right out,” he looked at K. “See what I’m
sayin
K? This shit is poppin!”

             
“
I’ma
go
and put this paper up and I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”

             
As they exited Lonnie’s bedroom K saw the line of customers waiting to be served. The first one to catch his eye was the skinny white dude.
He looked out of place and extremely nervous.
Lonnie noticed the expression on K’s face.

             
“Paul. Why don’t you wait in my room? I’ll be in there in a minute,” Lonnie said to the cab driver.

             
After Paul went into Lonnie’s bedroom, Lonnie turned to K.

             
“I saw the look on your face and I’ve seen him get high enough times to know he aint no cop. He drives for SUNSET YELLOW cabs.  He usually rounds up his friend’s money and comes to
holla
at me alone. But I keep
tellin
him about
comin
round here in that big yellow cab.”

             
“Look Lon. This is your show and you been
runnin
’ it for a while. All I ask is that you use your best judgment. I got a lot invested in you,” said K.

             
“Yo, K. Come and check this shit out,” said Blass coming in Lonnie’s front door with something in his hand.

             
K took the STATE OF VIRGINIA driver’s license out of Blass’s hand and looked at it. K’s heart skipped a beat and then started to beat rapidly.

             
“Where the fuck you get this from?” K asked Blass

             
“When I
seen
that cracker come in here, I went and checked to see who he came here wit.
Mafuckas
out in the yard said he drove a cab so I went and checked it out. I opened the backdoor of the cab to see if it was anybody inside
duckin
down and shit. When the inside light came on
I seen
that shit
layin
on the backseat.”

             
That was one of the reasons K had so much love for his dudes.
Because they stayed on point.
But now his focus was shifted and he had a personal interest in the white dude in Lonnie’s bedroom. As K looked at Mattie’s face on her license he was bombarded by an array of mixed emotions. K told Lonnie he wante
d to
holla
at Paul. When he
entered the room Paul was visibly confused as well as
nervous .
Lonnie was still clueless as to what was going on.

             
“This chick been in your taxi? “ K asked holding the license up to Paul’s face.

             
“Dam she must have dropped that when I dropped her off at work a little while ago. She’s a regular as well as gorgeous. I’ll make sure she gets it- “said Paul reaching for the license.

             
K grabbed his fingers and twisted them viciously. The sound of fingers breaking echoed disturbingly throughout the room.

             
“Aw fuck dude. What’s wrong?! “Paul screamed out in pain.

             
“Yo K, what’s going on? “
a
sked
puzzled Lonnie.

             
“Where is she now? “ K asked in an even determined tone ignoring Lonnie’s question.