Etched-n-Stone Present's Them Laney Boys

She opened the door slightly so that she could squeeze out but firmly closed the door behind her. Slurpee was standing behind the door so he walked in front of the door and I turned the light on. I was sitting on a stool right under a pull switch with a single light bulb. Slurpee put the latch on the door making sure that it was secure. There were two chairs and a stool sitting inside the garage. Benny Boy noticed Slurpee first with his pistol held with one hand at his waist. His opposite hand was holding onto his wrist. He looked at him in horror without considering how the light came on.
“Take a seat Benny Boy.” I calmly demanded.
He spun around to see me staring at him with vengeance in my eyes. He nervously glanced back at Slurpee then back at me again.
“Sit the fuck down.” Slurpee barked.
Benny Boy staggered nervously to the chair closest to me. Slurpee grabbed the second chair and turned it backwards with his pistol pointed at him. Benny Boy gasped for breath even though Slurpee was about a yard away from him. I was closer but diagonally to his side. He didn’t have anything to say but it was obvious that he was guilty about something. He took several deep breaths and attempted to relax. Then he went into a routine.
“I know you niggas ain’t pissed at me for not coming to see ya’ll when ya’ll got out? If I would have known that ya’ll was back…”
“How long you’ve been working for the police?” Slurpee interrupted him.
He glanced at me as though I was going to give him a reprieve. The look in my eyes was just as vicious; if not more as Slurpee’s.
“Where the fuck you get that from Slurpee? Nigga we go way back, why in the fuck would you accuse me of some shit like that?” Benny Boy cried.
“We already know that you’ve been snitching. The police ain’t staying loyal to you. Once they used you for what they needed you for they gave up their source. All that shit came out in the court documents.” Slurpee urged him on with lies.
“I’m trying to tell you that’s some bullshit Slurpee. GameFace, you know I’ve always been down since day one.” He turned towards me.
“You need to talk to us then, homie.” I said sarcastically.
“Fuck you nigga. You are always the one that thinks he should be calling shots. You fuck up in the game but you are supposed to be Mr. GameFace. You ain’t earned all the respect that niggas give you. You beat up one nigga in the CGs and everybody is supposed to respect you, fuck you cuz.” Benny Boy sobbed.
For the first time I seen his deep resentment for me. For some odd reason it stung me to the core. You couldn’t tell if you were to look me in the face. I kept my cool and continued with the interrogation.
“So where did all this hate come from? I ain’t did shit to you. All I did was try to put some money in yo pocket and you hate me because Boom-Boom gave me this name.” I calmly replied.
My bottom lip was trembling because of the intense anger that was boiling inside of me. But any common thug nigga could get mad and blow off the handle. I had to handle this like a gangster, like I was Augustus Caesar.
“I would have never caught that gun charge if you wouldn’t have told me to take that gun. You and Sick Nick wouldn’t have gone downtown if you would have just smoked that one nigga instead of trying to question him. Who in the fuck put you in charge?” He continued to sob.
“So you told on everybody because you got caught with a strap?” Slurpee asked.
“Na, I wouldn’t have gotten caught if this nigga would have took the charge on his own.” He snorted, while pointing his thumb behind him at me.
“So it’s my fault you turned snitch.” I asked; my tone was low and sinister.
“It’s yo fault that I was caught with the strap. Slurpee my nigga, I’ve been out there soldiering with you from back in the day.”
“What the fuck that means to me if you snitching? You know the rules to this shit and you gave us up because you pissed at GameFace. You could have got at that nigga head up instead of compromising yo self to the police. You are a bitch nigga.” Slurpee countered.
From the angle I was sitting I could see part of his face and he was actually scared. Before he thought it was maybe a way out of this but now he knew that his fate was sealed. Slurpee glanced up at me and pointed his pistol at Benny Boy.
“You want to smoke this nigga?” Slurpee asked.