Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest Read Free Page B

trying to get put on, so you can hustle on Wilson Avenue. He aint coming home no time soon, so you good.
He gone tell you to run half that money in to me, but
he only gone know about two ounces. So you getting
in on the strip for one ounce. Just look out for me and
I’m gone look out for you.”
Shakita smiled. I swear she had more game than John
Madden. But she was right. I could do it right there in
my own hood. Shakita laid down on top of me and
kissed my chin.
“Youngin’... watch out for chicks like me. You cute,
young, and you say you gone be a boss. Once they see
you eating, they gone be at you. Before I started dealing with Manny, I was playing niggas for that bread.
That's what every other chick is gone do. They gone
try to complicate your life. You gotta find somebody
that dig you for you. One that don’t care about money... if they still make those bitches! Just find somebody that’s not too materialistic.”
All I could think of at that point was what I had just
experienced. Shakita must have complicated the lives
of plenty niggas, especially with those babies. I definitely didn’t want or need any complications. I didn’t
want to get up, but I didn’t want to fall asleep there
with Shakita. I saw that she would betray her own
man. Before I could lift myself off the bed, the phone
rang and Shakita picked it up.
“Hello...”
“Hey baby I love you...”
“Everybody on Wilson Avenue and Moffat Street got
booked. The cops got everything. I found two circles
though. P.J.’s little brother Rich just came through. He
trying to work... he here now...”
“Aight, hold on.”
Shakita smiled and handed me the phone.
“What’s up Manny.” I said in my most masculine
voice.
“What up youngin’... did you hold that down for me
like I asked you to?” I could hear the distress in his
voice.
“No doubt O.G., it’s done.”
“Aight, that’s what I’m talking bout. Shakita gone
give you some work. I need half of that bread. If you
burn her... you burning me. Put Shakita back on the
phone.”
I could hear the change in his voice as he was relieved. I gave the phone back to Shakita and they
talked about five minutes before she hung up. I
couldn’t help but to ask:
“Shakita, how could you have sex with somebody
and then talk to your dude on the phone like nothing
happened?”
Shakita smiled and laid on top of me again. She whispered in my ear.
“Because nothing happened... right?”
I couldn’t help but grin at Shakita’s statement, but I
had to agree.
“I guess you’re right. Nothing happened.”
Shakita got up. She grabbed the coke and scale and
started out the room. I followed her down to the
kitchen and watched closely and carefully as she
cooked up the coke. She reached to the back of the
fridge and got some bags out of an instant oatmeal
box. After bagging up all the crack, we separated it
into twelve packs. We bagged up more than ninetysix hundred dollars worth of nickel bags. I never been
around that much. My foster brother P.J. Was a big
time drug dealer, but I was never around when he
counted money or packaged up his angel dust. He
used to pass off bread, clothes, and sneakers until he
got booked three years ago. I wish he could be here to
see this. Shakita placed the bundles into a shopping
bag.
“The next thing you do is round up some of your
boys, like four or five of them. Make sure they all under eighteen so they don’t get bail if they get booked.
Don’t deal with none of them directly. Feed your boy
Zeke and let Zeke feed them. Make sure everybody
think you working for Manny so nobody don’t think
they can get away with burning you or robbing you.
And you definitely got to get a stash spot. You can’t
use Moffat Street, and my crib is hot. Stash at your
crib until you find a spot. Don’t tell nobody where
you stash... not even Zeke. Stick to the script
youngin’. When you get that bread right, I’m gone
take you shopping. You gotta get up out those jeans
and