Eviction Notice by K'wan Read Free Book Online

Holla at the homies and tell them to be ready. I wanna have a talk with this Shai nigga and see where his head is at.”
    By then Sahara was too through with King, Lakim, and their bullshit and was about ready to leave them to it, but she remembered that King was supposed to lay some bread on her. As usual, King had made her wait for the money, thinking that she was just going to run through it on foolishness like she normally did, and he was half correct. A good chunk of the money was going on a pair of boots that she had seen in this store on Fifth Avenue, but she also had moves to make before the party the following night.
    King had been home for more than two years and hadn’t had a birthday party since the year before he started his bid, and back then he was still a teenager. His sister and a few of his comrades had decided to throw him a surprise party for his birthday, and Sahara immediately found a way to earn some points with the family by volunteering to coordinate it. Granted, the task took more work than Sahara had anticipated, but it allowed her a chance to get in good with the few people King held dear. Sahara wouldn’t have gone as far as to say that she was in love with King James, but there was a deep connection between them. He was a man with stars in his eyes and no fear in his heart, so it only made sense to bet on him.
    Sahara dug into her purse for a cigarette and realized that she was out. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to the store,” she called to King and got off the bench, headed for the store. Sahara scurried across the big street to the other side of Broadway. Instead of going into the store and paying almost twelve dollars for a pack of cigarettes, she went two doors down and paid the old Spanish man eight. As she turned around to go back across the street, she spotted a familiar face coming her way on a bike.
    “What it do, ma?” Ashanti asked, bringing the bike to a stop in Sahara’s path. He had grown a bit, but he was still the same kid with the high-pitched voice and criminal nature. Ashanti was off the chain, but he was a cool dude.
    “Chilling. What’s good with you?” Sahara gave him a light hug. “Where you been hiding at? I haven’t seen you around here like that in a minute.”
    “I ain’t never hiding, I’ve just been busy. You know how that goes.”
    “Fo sho. So what brings you to these parts?”
    Ashanti shrugged and raised his shirt so that she could see the nine tucked into his sweatpants. “Trying to see what’s for dinner, ya heard?”
    “Ashanti, you’re still wild as hell. What’s up with the rest of ya peeps?”
    “Niggaz is out and about doing them. Ima go check Brasco later on, you should come through and kick it.” He smiled at her devilishly.
    “Stop it five.” She put her palm in his face playfully. “I know how y’all niggaz do and I ain’t about to have King kill all of us.”
    “Damn, you still fucking wit the god?”
    “Off and on, you know how that goes. Ain’t too many real niggaz left, so when you get one you hold on to him.”
    “You ain’t never lied,” Ashanti agreed.
    “Speaking of real niggaz, any word?” she asked. When she saw his face darken she regretted the question, as everyone knew that the disappearance of Animal was a sensitive subject for him.
    Ashanti looked at the ground for a few seconds before answering. “Nah, still not a peep. But anyway, let me get up outta here. Tell my nigga King I said what’s good .” He peddled off on his bike.
    Sahara made her way back across the street and spotted a girl named Yvonne that she’d been exchanging dirty looks with over the last month or so, and some of her friends. King had been fucking Yvonne but when he started checking for Sahara he backed up off Yvonne. Instead of her taking up her issue with King, she chose to direct her shade at Sahara. The girls watched Sahara and Sahara watched them as they passed one another. Yvonne rolled her eyes and Sahara laughed,