Girls from da Hood 11 by Nikki Turner Read Free Book Online Page A

stack of legal size papers. After the first couple of lines, and before long, Kima was enthralled with what was contained in those documents.
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    Smoke shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited outside of the BBQ’s in downtown Brooklyn just like Kima had asked him to do in the letter her cousin had passed on to him. He scanned every chick that passed by the restaurant, wondering which one was going to be this girl named Allison. Smoke looked at his watch for what must have been the twentieth time.
    â€œSsss,” he hissed out a long breath of air.
    He hated when people didn’t keep their appointment times, but more than that, he hated to be stood up. After forty-five minutes of waiting, Smoke shoved his hands down into his pockets and got ready to walk away. He jumped when he felt a hand on his arm from behind.
    â€œYou’re Smoke, right?” a real cute, light-skinned, thick female asked, smiling. Smoke took immediate notice of how attractive she was with her seductive cat-like eyes.
    â€œYou Allison?” he asked, eyeing her up and down.
    â€œThat’s me. Sorry I’m late. I’m from the Bronx. That train shit had me all fucked up,” she laughed.
    Smoke could hear her accent. “Damn, I would’ve came and got you. That’s a long-ass ride,” he said, pulling open the door for her.
    â€œIt’s all good. I would take that long-ass ride for my girl Kay Kay,” Allison replied. She noticed the look on Smoke’s face. “Oh, I mean Kima. I called her Kay Kay while we were locked up together,” Allison explained.
    â€œOh, a’ight. I gotchu,” he said.
    They were seated and the conversation immediately shifted to business. Smoke laid out his idea for the plan and Allison shared Kima’s side of it. Over their Texas-sized drinks and sticky wings, Allison and Smoke devised the perfect layout of how shit was going to go down.
    Smoke was happy with the plan too. The one thing he felt the best about, was the fact that doing business with women didn’t draw any suspicion. If any niggas from Kori’s hood had seen Smoke and Allison together, they would’ve just assumed they were out on a date. That’s exactly what he wanted too.
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    Allison checked herself in the mirror one more time. The form fitting dress Smoke bought her was perfect on her body. It looked like someone had poured her into it. Allison had butterflies in her stomach, but she couldn’t wait to meet the infamous Kori. After what she learned about him and knowing what he had done to Kima, Allison told herself she would even do another bid behind getting revenge on his ass. The money Kima had arranged for her to get as a result wasn’t bad either. Allison took a cab to the party in the city at a place called Nobu. It was swanky just like she suspected. All she had to do was get Kori’s attention, from what Smoke had told her, Kori had a serious addiction to pretty women with fat asses, so she didn’t think she would have a problem.
    Once she was inside of Nobu, Allison didn’t see Kori or Smoke right away. She climbed up on one of the beautiful, shiny metal, ultra-modern bar stools and ordered a Coco-Loso. Allison nursed her drink and took in the atmosphere. After being locked up for more than three years, the club scene was all new to her. The music wasn’t, since inmates watched all of the new videos and heard all of the new songs just like people in the world did.
    Allison’s heart jerked in her chest when she noticed Smoke walk into the club. He was surrounded by dudes and from what Kima and Smoke had described, the nigga in the middle, with the huge cross, blinging on the center of his chest, was Kori.
    Kori and his crew quickly grabbed a spot on one of the leather lounge chairs that extended from the far back wall of the place.
    â€œPerfect! Right near the bathroom so all I have to do is get his fuckin’