Silas glanced over at B-Mack who was observing the exchange. They were all brothers through hood affiliation. Just like Smokey and B-Mack were road dogs, so were Maniak and Silas. They all had a bond but for the last couple of years it always seemed like it was only three instead of four.
“It seems like somebody is always missing from the pack of four. Take care of this nigga B-Mack because he’s good people.”
B-Mack nodded acknowledging his homeboy as a soldier. He stood tall in a day of snitches. He got caught up on a pistol that wasn’t his and he stood up on the charge. He was a gangster that believed in his code.
“I got Smokey out here to have my back. I’ll put him on my money so he can take care of his daughter. Do you bee what I’m saying?” B-Mack began.
“Na Blood, I’ll give you enough where ya’ll make a living for the both of ya’ll. You gon’ have to move to another spot so that you could get more business. So the smokers can know where ya’ll at.” Silas replied.
“Okay bool, speaking of smokers, that nigga Earl came around here looking for you. He didn’t hit the block but I ran into Big Dave and he was telling that nigga asked about you again.”
“That nigga drop a number on Big Dave to give to me?”
“If he did, it wasn’t given to me.” B-Mack shrugged.
B-Mack handed him a wad of money and he quickly slid it in his pocket. He handed B-Mack another package. B-Mack handed the package to Smokey and he went to find a stash to hide the dope. Before turning around to leave he embraced both his homeboys then made his way in another direction. While walking down the block he noticed the time on his brand new Rolex and picked up the pace. He had only twenty minutes to make it over to the meeting spot where he and Porky always met. Trying to scuff up his white Chuck Taylor’s with the thick red shoelaces, he was only a few steps from jogging. When he walked over to the parking lot he realized that his big homie hadn’t made it yet. He took a moment to glance at his watch again to notice he was a few minutes early. When he looked from his watch Porky was pulling into the parking lot. A smile flashed across his face as he thought about his new purchase. He didn’t count it but if the money was right that B-Mack gave him he was about to get a whip. Porky was selling him a 1988 Cutlass Supreme. It was a rust color brown sitting on twenty inch rims. He was only selling it to him for nine thousand dollars after talking him down. It had a new engine and he had put new upholstery in the interior. Silas was feeling good because now he could floss and get to the places he needed to go. Porky even told him about a stash box where he could hide the pistol. When he climbed in he felt like a child on Christmas morning.
“I’m ready for that new whip, Blood.” He said enthusiastically.
“Okay we can roll over to where I got it parked. You got that nine even…right?”
“Come on Blood, you know I got that. I wouldn’t be wasting yo time if I didn’t have it.”
“Alright, before we roll, I want to ask you something again? Did you do that lick at the liquor store?”
“Blood why do you keep asking me that? How would I keep come at you about the money we talking about based on a four hundred dollar lick?”
“It might be more my nigga. The reason I’m asking you is because that muthafucka Earl came around looking for you. This is the second time I’ve seen that nigga and he asked about you, Blood. You know that nigga be smoking dope…right?”
“Yeah, I heard he was on that shit but he don’t have anything to do with me.” Silas glanced away.
“That nigga coming at you about something. A nigga that’s smoking dope ain’t reliable Sy, and that’s on Damu.”
“I’m telling you Porky, I don’t know what the fuck that nigga wants with me.”
“You gon’ have to kill that nigga, Blood.”
“Why am I gon’ have to kill him?” Silas glared surprisingly at him.
“Because if that nigga wants his cut and you don’t give it to him, he’s gon snitch. That nigga lost his job behind that shit Sy. He ain’t got any money to cop his habit, my nigga. And you best believe if that nigga is getting at me tough about yo whereabouts I ain’t the only one. And you don’t know who is snitching from the hood. If I can put two and two together, don’t think I’m the only one.”
“What two and two together Blood?” Silas frowned.
“Okay my nigga, but I warned you.”