only caught the side of his face, but it was one I would never forget. He had a thick, long, razor edge scar going from the top to the bottom of his chin. The elevator doors closed behind him, and I jumped in the Range and headed home.
On UPN's ten o'clock news they said that an unidentified man had been found shot once in the head sitting on the toilet inside his hotel room. I knew it was Azar and I actually felt bad for him. But what could I do? It was his life or mine. Like I said before; ain't no man worth dying for.
The next day I packed up my shit and moved to the apartment in Harlem. The money in the bag Azar asked me to hold was $50,000. I was going to use some of that to buy furniture for the place. I told my moms I was moving out but would still hit her off every month. That way she wouldn't try to cause no problems for me.
After I left my moms, I went to see Boogie at the detailing shop and told him how one day I was at Azar's crib, and he said he had to step out for a few but never came back. I explained that I believed some sort of foul play happened, and he was never coming back. I told him that Azar left me the keys to his Range, and he had two other cars at a garage.
Next, I made Boogie a business proposition attached with a favor. "Boogie, you can have all three cars. Take them to your friends at the chop shop and sell off the parts. That's easy money for you." Boogie had a lot of money, but he always liked to make more. It didn't matter how little or how much.
"Yeah, I can do that. Azar have some nice rides."
"Just so you know, a couple of the windows in the Benz got blasted out."
"What the fuck happened... don't even tell me. I don't want to know. So what do you get out of this, Precious?"
"All I want is a car of my own."
"You not even sixteen, nor do you have a license."
"Boogie, I'll be sixteen next month, and I'll be getting my drivers license."
"With a car you have to pay insurance, and you defi- nitely can't park it in them projects you live at."
"Boogie, I got all that covered. Just get me the car."
"Alright. What you want?"
"A baby Benz."
"Don't you think you need to start off with a nice Honda or Toyota to keep your insurance down? Yo' boy, Azar, disappeared, so you don't have him to help you out. I could always give you your old job back, but it will probably cover the insurance and nothing else."
"I appreciate you looking out, Boogie, but I'm good. I won't have a note, so I'll be able to maintain the insurance. You also don't have to worry about the car being parked in the projects - I actually moved."
"Where?" he asked, curiosity written all over his face.
"I'll call you with the address when I get settled in. How long do you think it'll take to get me my car?"
"I need at least a month."
"Good. By that time I'll have everything straight on my end." I handed Boogie the keys and wrote down the address to the garage. There was no doubt he would come through.
As promised, Boogie hooked me up with a silver C240. It took a few months, but it worked out perfectly. It gave me enough time to pass my driving test and get my new crib in order. I also transferred high schools. I continued to hit my moms off, and she never questioned my whereabouts.
For the next two years, I managed to graduate high school and keep up my rent and all other bills. The super was mad cool. He questioned me a couple of times about Azar, but I would always say he was out of town. Then one day I pretended to be distraught and was crying right outside the hallway where I knew the super could hear me. When he asked me what was wrong, I told him Azar broke up with me, and that I was devastated. By this time I was eighteen, so I was able to convince him to let me still stay and put the apartment in my name without a credit check. When I hugged him to show my appreciation I rubbed my ample breast against his chest and let him rub his hands down my ass. He was so grateful that he took an additional two hundred
On UPN's ten o'clock news they said that an unidentified man had been found shot once in the head sitting on the toilet inside his hotel room. I knew it was Azar and I actually felt bad for him. But what could I do? It was his life or mine. Like I said before; ain't no man worth dying for.
The next day I packed up my shit and moved to the apartment in Harlem. The money in the bag Azar asked me to hold was $50,000. I was going to use some of that to buy furniture for the place. I told my moms I was moving out but would still hit her off every month. That way she wouldn't try to cause no problems for me.
After I left my moms, I went to see Boogie at the detailing shop and told him how one day I was at Azar's crib, and he said he had to step out for a few but never came back. I explained that I believed some sort of foul play happened, and he was never coming back. I told him that Azar left me the keys to his Range, and he had two other cars at a garage.
Next, I made Boogie a business proposition attached with a favor. "Boogie, you can have all three cars. Take them to your friends at the chop shop and sell off the parts. That's easy money for you." Boogie had a lot of money, but he always liked to make more. It didn't matter how little or how much.
"Yeah, I can do that. Azar have some nice rides."
"Just so you know, a couple of the windows in the Benz got blasted out."
"What the fuck happened... don't even tell me. I don't want to know. So what do you get out of this, Precious?"
"All I want is a car of my own."
"You not even sixteen, nor do you have a license."
"Boogie, I'll be sixteen next month, and I'll be getting my drivers license."
"With a car you have to pay insurance, and you defi- nitely can't park it in them projects you live at."
"Boogie, I got all that covered. Just get me the car."
"Alright. What you want?"
"A baby Benz."
"Don't you think you need to start off with a nice Honda or Toyota to keep your insurance down? Yo' boy, Azar, disappeared, so you don't have him to help you out. I could always give you your old job back, but it will probably cover the insurance and nothing else."
"I appreciate you looking out, Boogie, but I'm good. I won't have a note, so I'll be able to maintain the insurance. You also don't have to worry about the car being parked in the projects - I actually moved."
"Where?" he asked, curiosity written all over his face.
"I'll call you with the address when I get settled in. How long do you think it'll take to get me my car?"
"I need at least a month."
"Good. By that time I'll have everything straight on my end." I handed Boogie the keys and wrote down the address to the garage. There was no doubt he would come through.
As promised, Boogie hooked me up with a silver C240. It took a few months, but it worked out perfectly. It gave me enough time to pass my driving test and get my new crib in order. I also transferred high schools. I continued to hit my moms off, and she never questioned my whereabouts.
For the next two years, I managed to graduate high school and keep up my rent and all other bills. The super was mad cool. He questioned me a couple of times about Azar, but I would always say he was out of town. Then one day I pretended to be distraught and was crying right outside the hallway where I knew the super could hear me. When he asked me what was wrong, I told him Azar broke up with me, and that I was devastated. By this time I was eighteen, so I was able to convince him to let me still stay and put the apartment in my name without a credit check. When I hugged him to show my appreciation I rubbed my ample breast against his chest and let him rub his hands down my ass. He was so grateful that he took an additional two hundred
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