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decided not to ask.
Iyani showed me up to her suite, which was complete
with it's own bathroom and alcove. I was outdone.
She cut on the television and we kicked back on the
bed. She rolled on top of me and kissed me on my
neck. I grabbed Iyani's ass and kissed her in the
mouth. I reached for her hand and she stopped me.
“Chill my period came on last night.”
“Yo, you crazy, why you gone start some shit you
can't...”
Iyani put her finger over my mouth with one hand
and pulled my zipper down with the other. She made
her way down and took me into her mouth. Iyani
sucked me off super slow and I enjoyed every minute
of it.
After some head, we smoked, talked and watched television. I stayed over Iyani's house for three days. I
told Zeke to keep all the workers in for three days,
even from going outside to chill or to the bodega.
I figured the shit would hit the fan on the streets. I
just wanted my niggas to get low until the smoke
cleared.
My cellphone was ringing off the hook, but I never
answered it. I was enjoying myself. I had fun chillin
with Iyani for that short amount of time. I hadn’t been
out of the city much, so this was a much needed getaway for me. Iyani offered me a ride home when I
was ready to leave. I called Zeke to see what's up. He
answered the phone frantic.
“You aight nigga... I been trying to call you for three
days. You just left the hotel and went missing. Yo
where you at? This shit crazy. Them niggas from
Brownsville fire bombed Fats house. He tried to run
out and they shot him in the head. Some Bed-Stuy
niggas caught his daughter coming out of Junior's
downtown. They put her in the trunk and set the car
on fire. His workers got low, I aint seen none of 'em.”
I smiled as a weird feeling of happiness came over
me. The news was good. Iyani dropped me off at the
the Hot Bar, where I met up with Zeke. His jaw
dropped when he seen me hop out of that 760Li.
“Damn Rich, who was that?”
Zeke asked as he watched Iyani make a u-turn on
Wilson Ave.
“Oh yeah, that’s one of my dimes, nine more and I'll
have a dollar!”
We went into the bar to have a few drinks. Before
long Zeke started poking around for info. He asked
me about the guns we used to hit up those Central
Ave niggas and the one I stashed for Manny. I lied. I
told him they were all in the abandoned house
around Knickerbocker and Cooper, under the armoire
in the basement. He looked into my eyes.
“Damn dog... Don’t nobody else know?”
“Nah... only you and me. I Don’t trust too many of
these dudes around here. We been getting this money
all summer long yo. Its all us, we Brooklyn's Finest,
you dig me?”
“Yeah man, we gotta stay tight... Brooklyn's Finest.”
Zeke lifted his glass for a toast. We toasted.
“Yeah man, I got a bad vibe though, like niggas plotting, so you need somebody to watch your back nigga. I hear niggas talking bout sticking you, this and
that, I aint letting that shit go down, you dig. Next
time you re-up I’m gone be at your side nigga. Like
you said Brooklyn's Finest, its all us.”
I knew Zeke was lying, because he wouldn’t let nobody slide with talking about sticking me. He was too
hot headed to sit back and not do anything. He would
have already reacted. I played along though.
“Yeah, I dig. You know what man... you right. I’m
gone pick this work up from Shakita's crib and take it
down for the night. You got enough work for tonight
right?”
“Yeah we good on work.”
“Aight, follow me to Shakita's crib and then home so I
can put this work up. Matter of fact, I’m gone to sleep.
Just make sure I get in the house okay.”
“Aight yo.”
Damn. My A-alike, my homie? I could sense deceit in
his tone. I could hear the bullshit alarms going off in
my head. The crazy part is, how do I take it. He could
be setting me up to get robbed, but that wouldn’t
make sense. He knows I’m low key... besides, he
could just burn me for the packs on that shift and say
he got robbed. I