IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) (8 page)

“Nah I’m
frontin
, that a
fiend’s
car but I’m getting one just like it,” said Skulls when he saw their facial expressions. They knew he was lying.

“When you get home Dante? I thought you was supposed to get out next year,
“ said
Skulls.

“The Parole board let me out early.
I been
on some chill shit. I’m trying to get some money, fuck the dumb shit. You see who I’m wit,” said Dante.

“Well you dam sure wit the right niggah. Yo K what up
wit
 
Va
?” asked Skulls.

“I’m just $
tackin
right now. It really don’t make
no
sense to go OT (outta town) unless a niggah got something heavy. Feel me? What up out in Philly?”

“I aint in Philly.
I’m in a spot called Allentown. That shit is poppin too. I’m
tryna
to cop something if you got some work. I had to come out here to see my sister
Sha-sha
,” said Skulls.

K had known Skulls for a long time. H
e kne
w Skulls to be one of the younger go getters to come up in the hood, and if Skulls got his mind right he could probably stack some real paper.

“Yeah I got you fam. I’m next in the chair to get a cut. After that we can go and handle that, “said K.

After K went into the Barbershop, Skulls and Dante started to chop it up.

“Yo Skulls who them
chicks over there in the car? “a
sked
Darkside when he peeped Skulls wasn’t alone.

“They just some shorty’s I brought wit me to hold my work on the way back down the highway. You know the game. Some sneakers, some trees, and some dick and some hoes will do anything, “answered Skulls laughing.

“Dam sun the bitches don’t look like
no
bitches around here.
Them
muhfuckas
is
official
,“
said
Dante.

“Oh niggah don’t get it twisted. It aint nothing but fine ass hoes out there.”

“They just love N.Y. niggahs “said Skulls.

By now the three girls that were riding with Skulls had gotten out of the car and were standing in the parking lot stretching their legs. Darkside was in scheme mode now. K had already told him he would throw him something to get on his feet when he was ready. He thought now; that he just might be ready.

“Yo Skulls, If I went back with you and took something with me, would you show me where I could get it off?” asked Darkside.

“Niggah it’s so much paper out there that I come to N.Y. every other day. It’s only
a
hour and fifteen minutes from the Holland Tunnel up I-78. If yo crazy ass came back with me, I would even help you get rid of yo shit first.”

The two Puerto Ricans and one slanted eye dark skinned honey made their way across the street. It was only a few cats out on the block grinding, but they were immediately aware of the outta town cutey.

             
“Cindy fucked up the blunt
tryin
to be fast yo, “Shira the dark skinned chick said to Skulls.

“That shit was stale as fuck. It wasn’t my fault, my rolling skills is tight, “responded Cindy in her defense.

“Aight
aight
, here.
Go in the store and buy some more,
“ said
Skulls handing Shira a ten dollar bill of his re-up money.

They quickly went into the store, switching their asses in tight jeans loving all the attention. As soon as K came out of the Barbershop getting his cut, Darkside told him about his idea to go to PA with Skulls. As K pondered the idea two of the most crooked and shiesty uniformed patrol cops cruised by slowly ice
grillin
him and
Dark
conversing. RAT MAN and FATFACE had been accurately described by the nicknames given to them by niggahs in the hood. They were some funny looking
muthafuckas
, but any run-in with these two was anything but comedy. They had been known to take niggahs drugs and money, lock dudes up for drugs that wasn’t theirs, and had even gone as far as to give false testimony in cases when dudes went to trial.

They had a vendetta against K and a crew of money getting niggahs that he
use
to roll with called The 149 posse. This was the first time K had seen RAT and FAT since he’s been home and it made him a little uncomfortable.

“Yo lets roll out. Tell Skulls to follow us in the rental, I need to talk to you one on one,” K said to Dark.

As K was getting in the rental with Dante he noticed the chicks that were with skulls, coming out of the store headed to the Volvo.

“Damn! Them cuties
is
wit
dat
niggah Skulls? “K asked Dark.

“Yeah and he said it’s plenty more where they came from.”

After they were in the rental K thought about the real reason that he had left town going to Virginia the year before. RAT and FAT had pulled him over in his Acura Legend one night and told him that they were gonna make it their business to send him away for a long time. K took that threat seriously because he had seen them do it to a few other hustlers. So K had packed up, shut down everything, snatched up Mattie and bounced. Now when things seemed to be going well, he was faced with what he knew had the potential to be the same situation.

“I don’t know how much dough Skulls is spending, but what do you feel comfortable taking with you?” K asked Dark ready to break new ground in unfamiliar territory.

“Shit K, it don’t matter. I’m really on some money shit. Whatever you send I’m bringing back everything to the pot,” said Dark.

K wasn’t sure what was too much and what was not enough, so he sent Dark to PA with four and a half ounces. After he took care of Skulls and Dante he figured he would lay low.
At the very least until RAT and FAT changed shifts.
He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about them and now he had to include them in the equation of how he would maneuver.

                                              CHAPTER 8

   
             
Mattie was vacuuming the carpet in the new apartment so she didn’t hear the banging on the front door. The fact that she was listening to SNOOP DOGG knocking through the stereo at full blast didn’t help the situation any either. The person at the front door waited until she caught a break between the songs and the vacuum had stopped.

             
Bang
bang
bang
bang
!

“Mattie it’s me! Please open the door!” she heard a voice scream on the other side of the door.

Instinctively Mattie went and stuck her hand in the couch where they kept the home security system known as The Ripper! The Ripper was a long barrel chrome .357
magnum
. Mattie’s little hands could barely fit around the rubber grip and reach the trigger, but she had been trained to go by past life experiences.  She made her way to the front door of the apartment as the banging continued with the heavyweight of the chrome cannon leaning her to one side. She looked through the
peephole and saw her sister Reebie standing there with a black eye and busted lip. In shock and disbelief she yanked the apartment door open.

“Who did this to you,” screamed Mattie, broken by the condition of her sister.

“That Crazy ass niggah Jeffery!
He hit me like I was a fuckin man,” she cried.

Mattie wrapped her arms around her little sister and pulled her inside the apartment. All of the head games and playing dudes for their cash, making them believe that they were the only one, had finally run its course and caught up with Reebie in the worst way. As Mattie got ice and peroxide and proceeded to nurse her sister’s mental and physical wounds, Reebie explained who Jeffery was. He was a 6 foot 6 inch linebacker for a semi-pro football team that she had recently started dating. Mattie could vaguely recall the name and description sounding familiar, but Reebie was fucking with so many niggahs that Mattie couldn’t recall who was who.

“This crazy muthafucka actually came to my job and was watching me. He had to be waiting for a while because when Gerald dropped me back off by my car after lunch, Jeffery popped up from between two cars and started yelling at me. Before I could respond he attacked me!” said Reebie.

“Nobody tried to help you? Did you call the police?”

“I was parked at the far end of the parking lot, away from the building. He told me that it wasn’t over and if I called the police that he would kill me. Mattie I’m scared!”

Mattie wanted to track this Jeffery dude down and formally introduce him to the ripper. She could clearly see that her sister was terrified. Since the incident at the club with Raven and she had moved into the apartment with K, the closeness that they had established during his incarceration had slowly started to slip away. Mattie’s attention was
diverted away from her sister when she heard the key spring the lock on the apartment door. K entered and headed straight to the bedroom talking on his cell phone. He didn’t even notice the condition of Reebie.

“Yo calm down and tell me what happened,” K said to the voice on the other end of the phone.

             
“They raided the house and locked up Lonnie
,“
said a panicky Gwen into K’s ear.