“Lucky?” He whispered before punched his ass in the face making him hit the ground. The other two took off running but came face to face with Perc and his extended clip that I told his as not to bring. “Y’all two muthafuckas carry this nigga over to the car and put him in the trunk.”
“Huh?” The skinny one said.
“If you can huh you can hear. I said pick your goddamn friend up and carry his ass to the car.”
“You still got it, nigga,” Perc laughed.
“One hitta quitter,” I flexed.
Perc popped the trunk and they threw their friend in the trunk.
“Aight, y’all get in with him,” I told the two.
“Come on man. I ain’t did shit,” one of them whined.
“You get in the passenger side,” I told the skinny one. “You, get your ass in the trunk.”
I sat behind the nigga as my brother drove to the Industrial side of town. Before we got there, I started asking the lil’ nigga questions.
“Who y’all sell for?”
“Huh?”
“Say huh one more time, I’mma have my brother blow your fuckin head off, nigga. Who are you selling for?” I warned.
“I don’t know the nigga name.”
“But y’all know that’s my block though, right? You let a no named nigga talk you into walking into a territory that don’t belong to him?”
“I was hanging with my friends. I didn’t sell shit.”
“Why is that? You scared?” Perc asked, looking over at him.
“He wouldn’t let us. We were just there to make sure nothing happened to his drugs or money.”
He started shaking so bad that I felt bad for the nigga. I knew he was the weakest of the three. His ass was probably supposed to be home, but his mama worked and couldn’t keep up with his ass.
“What your name?”
“Hendrix.”
“Aye let this nigga out. He looks like he comes from a good home,” I told Perc.
“Man, nigga nah. He gotta die with the rest of em’,” Perc continued to drive.
“Let him out.” Perc pulled over and stopped the car. “Hendrix, take your ass home and don’t let me see your face again. This street shit ain’t for you. If I hear anything about this night, I’ll have some big scary men at your house to take your family out. We clear?” He nodded before he got out and took off running.
“That nigga pissed in my seat,” Perc stated.
“He doesn’t know shit. Niggas like him go do jail time for nothing and kill themselves. He won’t make it long.”
We got to our resting place. We both stood at the trunk ready to pop and give them the business. Perc had his gun ready as he hit the trunk and it popped open.
“Lucky I would’ve never disrespected you, man. I thought you was out the game.”
“Who you sell for?”
“Big Bank from Bankhead,” the leader said.
