Chapter 10 ( Gabos )

Two Weeks Later: Making That Money!

“Damn! Shine and Boo Boo got this bitch booming,” Pokey said, walking up to the building where Mrs. Jones used to live. Knock, knock. 

“Yeah, who dat?” Shine hollered.

“It’s me, Pokey.”

“Oh, come in, lil nigga. The door open,” Shine said.

As Pokey walked in the house, he touched his side making sure the .38 was in place.

“Damn, y’all got this bitch jumping,” Pokey said.

“Yeah, dog, we just trying to make that money anyway possible.”

“I feel that,” Pokey said, looking at all the weed and drugs sitting on the table, while Boo Boo was bagging everything up.

“Dog, look, where ya two lil dogs at?” Shine asked.

“We need them niggas to handle something. Oh, they’ll be here in a minute,” Pokey said.

“All right, Pok. Check this out, all y’all gone be doing is selling weed. That’s what Mr. Big told us, to let y’all handle that.”

“That’s cool,” Pokey said.

“But look, he said as soon as y’all learn the ropes, he’ll move y’all up in the game.”

“All right, that’s what’s up,” Pokey said.

Not really knowing Mr. Big told Shine and Boo Boo that he was his son, and to make sure nothing fucked up happen to him, so that’s why Shine told him to just sell the weed ’cause he know how Mr. Big is about blood and friends.

“The nigga will straight snap if something happens to this lil nigga,” Shine was thinking, when outta the back room comes this fine-ass chick named April, half naked, walking up to Shine.

“Daddy, everything in place. You ready to make it happen and go drop this pack off or what?”

Bam! Shine slapped the shit outta April, “Bitch, what I told you ’bout your big-ass mouth, talking all crazy and shit in front of people?”

“My bad,” the girl said with her head down. “I wasn’t thinking,” she said.

“I know you wasn’t,” Shine said. “Now let’s roll,” he said, walking behind her.

In Pokey’s mind, all he was thinking was, “If that was my sister that nigga hit like that, he would’ve been dead and stinking. But since it’s not, oh well,” was all he was thinking, when Shine turned around, before heading out the door.

“Look, when your homeboyz get here, tell them what’s up, and y’all only serving the people who want weed. Anything else Boo Boo will handle,” he said, walking off.

“Whatever, nigga,” Pokey was thinking. “They wanna make all the money but watch us make nickels and dimes. Bullshit!” Pokey was thinking. “I’mma sit back for a minute, but I can promise you when the smoke clears, I’mma be the man,” Pokey was thinking, when he heard a knock on the door. Boom, boom! 

“Hey Pokey, see who that is for me,” Boo Boo said.

“Who is it?”

“It’s us, nigga, open the door,” Fatboy and Flick said, walking in.

“Where y’all niggaz been? I been waiting on y’all,” Pokey said.

“Man, we was just chilling, but we here now, so what’s up?”

“Man, look, they want us to sell all the weed, while they handle the big stuff. But that’s cool for now, so learn all y’all can by watching, and when we find out what’s what, we’ll deal with things differently. But for now, we’ll listen to these niggas Shine and Boo Boo,” Pokey said.

“Whatever, man, you know we with you, so it’s whatever.”

“All right, man. Boo Boo almost finish doing what he do, and once he done shop back open, so let’s sit back and chill for now,” Pokey said.

“Man, it’s colder than a polar bear toenail in this bitch,” Fatboy said. “These nigga tripping.”

“Nah, they keep it cool for a reason.”

“All right, whatever, but next time I’m wearing my jacket. I don’t give a damn,” Fatboy said, as his two friends began to laugh.

“Yo, Pokey, check this out,” Boo Boo said.

“What’s up?”

“Look, this a lot of weed. It’s all dimes and twenties, so when whoever want something, it’s easy to handle. In about thirty minutes shop will be open, and y’all know how this bitch be flooded, so stay alert ’cause you never know who’s who,” Boo Boo said. “Feel me?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling that, but I can handle myself,” Pokey said, showing him the .38 by pulling up his shirt.

“I’m sure you can with that,” Boo Boo said. “Just make sure you bust the right person,” Boo Boo said.

“Oh, I ain’t gonna pull it, unless I’mma use it,” Pokey said.

“That’s what’s up,” Boo Boo said. “What about ya two lil dogs, them niggas carrying that fire too?”

“Yeah, they strapped and ready for whatever. Mr. Big made sure we got straight two weeks ago.”

“I could’ve figure that, that’s the same nigga who gave me this,” he said lifting up his shirt.

“Damn, what’s that?” Pokey asked.

“Oh, this here ain’t nothing special, but it will put a hole in a nigga ass so big you’ll see through him,” Boo Boo, said. “It’s a .44 though, he gave me this shit ’bout three weeks ago, right before momma got killed. I wish I was here when the shit went down. I would’ve set this bitch on fire with my old G. I still can’t believe she gone,” Boo Boo said, thinking back. “But you know that old junky nigga they call Double D?” he said. “He gonna find out what really happen for us. Anywayz, y’all, let’s get this shit started. Everybody know ’round 3:30 shop’s back open just as quick.” As Boo Boo finished his sentence, there was a knock on the door.

“Dog, y’all might as well keep that bitch open, ’cause when its starts raining, it’s began to pour.”

“Boo Boo, this one for you. She howling she want that white stuff, that powder.”

“Ask her what she want.”

“What you want?”

“I just want a twenty,” the lady said, showing Pokey the money.

“She said a twenty.”

“Cash up front. All right, huh, Boo Boo?” as he threw the lil baggie to him. “Here you go,” he told the lady, and she grabbed the bag and started walking off.

For the next two and a half hours, shit was booming. But when night fell, everything got crazy. People you never expected to see were either there buying weed, crack, or powder, but who cares who’s doing what, as long as the money right. Around eight o’clock, Pokey, Fatboy, and Flick told Boo Boo they were calling it a night, ’cause they had school tomorrow.

“All right then, dog, I’ll take it from here,” Boo Boo said, placing his gun on the table. “Before y’all go, check this out, we made a killing today. And Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Big, said make sure y’all straight every time y’all leave here. So here’s five hundred dollars apiece, small money to a gaints. Anyway, y’all B-E-Z, and stay out them crackers’ way,” Boo Boo said, giving the three niggas dap.

“Bet that up,” they all said, smiling as they exited the door.

“Damn, dog, we getting paid for nothing. All we do is hand out bags and take the money. This shit sweet,” Flick said.

“Yeah, and just imagine when we up the ladder. If they giving us five hundred, what will we make then. Dog, I told y’all this nigga was our meal ticket out the projects!” Pokey screamed, all happy.

“Look, we got school tomorrow, so leave ya gun home. We won’t need them at school anyways,” Fatboy said.

“Word,” Flick said.

“Pokey, you heard dog?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Pokey said. “Look, I’mma catch y’all in the morning,” Pokey said, turning back around, headed in the same direction he just came to go back and chill with Boo Boo. In his mind, he had to learn all he could, and the only way to do that was to be around what was going on.

“Look, Flick, Pokey going right back over there. I hope our boy don’t start to acting funny and stuff. They say money is the root of all evil, but we’ll soon find out, Fatboy,” said.

“All right, lil homey, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“All right,” Flick said, jogging home. And Fatboy went in the house.