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feeling some type of way.
    “Well, shit, I see I’m not alone in the drama department. Our women are plotting on our asses now,” I laughed.
    “Right. That’s why I’m about to leave the crib, right now,” Kortez retorted.
    “True. But look, the reason I called you was because I received a call from Jacori and it sounds like it was some serious shit that went down with him.”
    “Something serious like what. Is he straight?” Kortez asked.
    “He didn't give me much detail about the situation over the phone, but he did tell me some work got tossed and from the sound of his voice he needs his boys right now.”
    “Damn okay. I'm on my way to his crib right now.”
    “Ok, I'll meet you there shortly.” After disconnecting the line, I shot Makayla a text.
     
    Kay, I had to leave, but I'll see you later my queen. I love you and I'll make it up to you when I get home in a few hours.
    I knew Makayla would be mad, but at least when she woke up she would see my text. My mind was racing with thoughts of her, but it wasn't the time to be beating myself up. I put on Jay Z’s Black Album, turning it all the way up as I hit the next block. I loved to listen to him because he was always politically correct. I made it to Jacori’s house just as Kortez pulled up. I cut off my engine and walked over to Kortez’s Denali.
    “What's up my nigga?” Kortez greeted. We dapped up before heading inside of the house. It was time to handle business so that I could go home and make love to my wife again before she went off the deep end like she was known to do.
    “What’s good bruh?” I replied.
    “Mane I'm just as lost as you are. I don’t know what is going on, but we about to find out.” Jacori’s brother Javon opened the doo r a s we reached the front porch.
    “What's up pineapple head looking ass nigga’s” he jokingly greeted us.
    “You tell us. We want to know what happened today,” Kortez replied. Javon shook his head. “Follow me. I'll let Jacori tell you what happened to him.”
    Javon settled down in Jacori’s leather recliner. “My brother knocked out a police officer today. Knocked him clean off his feet, then he went running in the woods.” After Javon finished his statement, he started laughing uncontrollably. Javon loved to joke all the time so we didn’t believe his playful ass. He played all the damn time. He belonged on TV somewhere with Kevin hart, but this wasn’t the right time to be bull-shitting.
    “What's so damn funny? If you’re serious about what you just said, that shit aint funny. A nigga can’t never be serious with you,” I argued, irritated that Javon could be so juvenile at times.
    “I'm dead serious. This time I’m actually laughing because of the way he explained the shit. I wish I had seen it myself. I mean he knocked out one of the dicks, bruh. You know they ‘bout to be looking for that nigga. Javon laughed again while Kortez and I struggled to find the humor.
    “Where the fuck he at?” Kortez asked getting impatient. “Better yet, where Legacy ass at? I rather hear this shit from anybody’s mouth but yours because you play too much.”
    “He is upstairs getting dressed. Legacy left before I got here,” Javon answered looking hurt.
    “The fuck he call us over here for if he ain’t even dressed?” Kortez shook his head. I don’t know but this that bullshit. I’m about to roll up,” I replied.
     

JACORI
     
    “Damn, y'all that impatient,” I asked walking down the stairs. Javon roll up out my chair.” Javon did as he was told and stormed out of the room like a spoiled white girl as I recounted my story. My niggas gave it to me about having to wade through the creek, but I knew they would do it themselves if they were in my shoes.
    “So what I wanna know is this; where the fuck Breland ass at?” Kortez stated cracking his knuckles.
    “That’s the whole point of me calling y'all over. I can’t find the nigga and it ain’t the best idea for me to go over