Plan to be preoccupied well into the nite. Meet me at the Irish Pub near LAX. See you then. She ended it there not leaving me room for rebuttal. She knew what she was doing. She had my attention.
After leaving the meeting with Big D, while Petey and I walked to the truck, I whistled an old jam: “Sometimes I love her…sometimes I love her not…I ain’t letting her go…she’s all I got…”. I’m not sure where it came from but it was on the dome.
Petey clowned me with, “This broad got yo’ bitch ass singin’.”
“What?” I asked but knew where he was going with it.
He continued to laugh with our muscle, Marcus. Petey was putting me on blast. I wasn’t mad. As I’ve said before, this chick, Rayna, had me going.
“Yo, that thing with the goons in the “Wood” for tomorrow been pushed back. I told ‘dem niggas not to holla at us until they got they shit in check,” Petey informed me.
“I’m sure that didn’t sit well with them. These young niggas are preemies. They lack patience and forethought. They want to go straight for power without learning the trade. I gotta feeling this youngin’, Supreme, is gonna be a problem,” I warned.
“I keep telling my little peoples that he fucks wit’ to tell him to chill for a minute and he can have half those blocks. Word done been out for a minute that you retiring, I heard he threatening war and shit. You offering to meet with the little nigga should’a been all good, you know? He knew you was tryna’ meet ‘em half way. I hear ‘dem little niggas got arsenal,” Petey said.
“I’m tryna’ bow out gracefully. Let them little niggas take shit too far. I got something for they asses,” I declared.
“Yeah, ‘dat’s what I’m afraid of…killin’ these kids. But this here is a game of honor. Fuck er’thing else,” Petey said in agreement.
“Kid still fucking his mother?” I asked.
“Indeed.”
“Let’s keep that in our back pocket,” I advised.
I felt in my gut something was going to pop off. I had a couple of entry level management individuals, also known as block captains, getting knocked and cuffed. I knew when a shake down by One Time was happening, which meant law enforcement was cracking down on street activity. I could also feel an adversary on the come up. Although these were damn near babies trying to run up on my territory, they were reckless. They shot first and recalled later when whatever substance they were high on had come down. They were worse than bitches. Bitches would cry immediately after causing irreparable damage. These young cats would wait ‘til they entered the yard, become somebody’s bitch and then cry. I had seen it time and time again.