Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George Read Free Book Online Page A

hated Pop’s father to this day, and she was going to die feeling that way.

Chapter Five
    Bamboo sat at his desk in his office, watching Fresh and Rusty pull up in his driveway.
    â€œThese surveillance cameras are lifesavers,” Bamboo said to his bodyguard, King.
    â€œLet me go let these clowns in,” King said, walking toward the front door. “Gentlemen,” King said, answering the door with his Uzi held tight under his armpit.
    â€œKing, what it do, my nigga?” Fresh responded as he and Rusty stepped foot inside the mansion.
    â€œBamboo is in his office,” King said in a flat, unfriendly tone.
    Rusty gave the big man a cold stare as he walked past. Rusty never liked King; it was something about him that bugged Rusty. All Fresh had to do was give him the word, and he would be more than happy to rock his ass to sleep.
    â€œWhat’s going on, baby?” Bamboo asked, giving Fresh and Rusty both a pound.
    â€œYou tell me, what’s up with you raising your prices? We’ve been doing good business with you for a while, what s up?” Fresh stated.
    â€œIt’s just a temporary thing. Shit is a little fucked-up on my side right now, just stick it out with me for a minute,” Bamboo said nonchalantly.
    â€œYou saying stick it out with you like I’m not the one losing money,” Fresh said, not understanding. “I mean, work with me, do something. Raise the prices on them other niggas. They not copping heavy like me anyway so what’s the problem?”
    â€œFresh, in a month when this is all over I’ll be sure to throw you something extra, a’ight?” Bamboo told him.
    â€œMake sure you do that, ’cause I got a lot of people depending on me to come through, and you know when mu’fuckas pockets start getting short, people can’t be held accountable for their actions,” Fresh warned as he stood up to leave. “Yo, Pooh will be up here next week on his regular schedule,” he stated plainly as he and Rusty headed for the door.
    â€œNo hard feelings,” Bamboo yelled so Fresh could hear him. “I’ma take care of you.”
    â€œI’ll believe it when I see it,” Fresh said as he and Rusty made their exit.
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    â€œHey, boss, why are you raising the price on Fresh? He’s a good customer,” King asked, unsure.
    â€œFuck that young punk,” Bamboo snarled as he watched the monitors as Fresh pulled off his property. “He’s lucky I don’t triple the price on that faggot. I don’t respect young hustlers; they think they know every goddamn thing when they don’t know shit. I’ve been out here since the eighties when crack first started. Fuck Fresh—whatever I say the price is, he’s just going to have to pay it point-blank. He need me, I don’t need him. As soon as he try to get tough I’m going to cancel his fuckin’ contract, simple as that,” Bamboo chuckled, giving King a pound.
    â€œBut what we gonna do if Fresh finds a new connect?” King asked. “That’s going to be mad money out of our pockets.”
    â€œFind a new connect where?” Bamboo asked, looking around. “He ain’t gonna be able to find a cheaper price anywhere else and if he does find it cheaper it won’t be the same quality, so fuck him, he can kiss my ass.”
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    â€œWhy the fuck are we paying these high-ass prices for this garbage-ass work?” Rusty asked, confused.
    â€œAt the end of the month when we re-up we’re going to take a package from Bamboo and not pay him shit,” Fresh said, stopping at a red light. “I’m going to get ten bricks from him and just dead that clown.”
    â€œYou know that’s going to start a war, right?” Rusty stated plainly.
    â€œI’m not even worried about that, B. My shoot-out record is twenty-two and oh, I’ll take my chances, you dig?” Fresh paused.