A Child of a Crackhead by Shameek Speight Read Free Book Online Page B

money.
    “Yo, I got two thousand for you.” Ace replied while handing him the money.
    “Yo, where the fuck is the rest of it?”
    “Yo, Black Ice we gave you the rest of it yesterday. I gave you 3 G and Ace gave you 4 G. You don’t remember?” Caesar answered.
    Black Ice raised his gun and pointed it in Caesar’s face. “Nigga, you better not be playing with my money. I think you’re playing with my money.” Black Ice said devilishly.
    Caesar looked in his eyes and knew he just saw the devil. “Black Ice, I’m telling you, boss we gave you everything yesterday.”
    “I know, fool. I’m just testing you.”
    Black Ice replied while putting his gun back on his lap. Before Black Ice pulled away he handed Caesar twelve ounces a piece to bag up. Caesar and Ace go out of the car and Black Ice drove off.
    They walked over to Caesar’s car, an Acura Legend and got in. Ace leaned in the driver side window to talk to Caesar. “Yo, you see what I mean that nigga smoking to much of that shit. He almost killed our ass for thinking we didn’t pay him.”
    “Yeah, you’re right. That nigga is tripping, but what we supposed to do?” Ace asked.
    “Yo, I have a plan.” Caesar replied.
    “Hop in.”
    “Hold on let me put this work in my car.” Ace walked down to his car and opened up the trunk and put the twelve ounces in it and locked it. He came back and hopped in the passenger seat and shut the door. “So, what’s your plan?”
    “Yo, you know J-Rock, that nigga on Pitkin Avenue?” Caesar said.
    “Yea, J-Rock has a team over there selling drugs there doing, but they aren’t making more money than us.” Ace replied.
    “Well, listen, I’m going to see if I can get J-Rock to handle Black Ice for us.”
    “Man your crazy. You know that nigga is scared to death of Black Ice. No one in their right mind around here would fuck with him.”
    “Listen, you got to stop thinking like that. Don’t you need more money for Lisa and the kids?” Caesar asked. As soon as Caesar said that, Ace tensed up. He’ll do anything for her and hated when a nigga acted like he wouldn’t.
    “Yo, don’t even bring Lisa and the kids name into this. Yes, I’m down. Let’s roll and find J-Rock.”
    “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about.” Caesar said and started the car and pulled off. He knew by saying Lisa’s name it would get Ace down with him. It was a low blow, but he had to push his buttons.
    He needed Ace’s help to run the business for a while, because he didn’t trust the young boys on the block to do so. But as soon as he found a nigga he could trust, he planned on killing Ace too. Caesar drove three blocks over and made a right and pulled in front of a building with young thugs hanging out in front of it selling crack. One of the boys was named Smoke. He was a tall slim cat who was only eighteen and ran the block for J-Rock. Smoke walked over to Caesar’s car window, “Yo what’s up? What you all doing over here. We don’t have any problems with you.” Smoke said while his hand rested on the gun in his waist band. He wanted no problems with Caesar and Ace, not so much as them. He could care less about killing them. He’ll put a bullet in their heads in a heartbeat, but it was Black Ice he feared. Shit the whole hood feared that crazy nigga. But, Caesar and Ace were part of his team and there would be hell to pay if someone killed them. Smoke wasn’t about to let a nigga come over and shoot him down like a dog. A man is a man, no matter what.
    “Yo, go get J-Rock for me and tell him I need to talk to him.” Caesar said while hanging out of the window of his car. He used the door to cover the cocked 9mm pistol in his hand.
    “Alright I’ll go see if he wants to talk to you.” Smoke replied while walking off and entering the building where all the young hustlers were at. All of their eyes glanced over on Caesar’s car. The young hustlers were leery of them. Caesar never really like Smoke and he was