Love Trumps Game by D.Y. Phillips Read Free Book Online Page B

niggas made sly comments about his woman, but weren’t man enough to drop the truth. On the real, Slick was probably jealous because he didn’t have the skills or looks to pull a classy-looking number like his Neema. He could dig that. What normal man wouldn’t be jealous? Still, Slick was his closest confidant. Damn near like a brother. Any other nigga talking like that about his woman and he would have taken his pistol out and went upside his head. But Slick was his boy from back in the day. He was the only one he’d take that mess from.
    â€œMatter of fact,” Topps tossed the paper towel in the trash, “get Neema’s ass on radar now. See where the hell she is with my money.”
    Slick was happy to oblige. “I’m on it.” He punched in the code for the computer’s software that linked GPS tracking to the cell phone that Neema carried. Topps had convinced Neema that the reason he was supplying three new cell phones was for their top-of-the-line features: camera and MP3 player. In truth the three units he’d given Neema and their two kids were sophisticated tracking devices.
    It took a couple of minutes for her location to flash on thescreen’s digital map. “She’s nowhere near Hollywood; that’s for damn sure.”
    â€œNo shit?” Topps came around him to check out the screen for himself. Equipping all their soldiers with GPS cell phones had been Slick’s idea. Expensive, but the best idea so far. This way, he always knew where his soldiers were with his money or his merchandise. Niggas trying to slip away couldn’t get far. “Where the hell she at? Her ass should be back by now.”
    â€œLooks like the Crenshaw District.”
    â€œCrenshaw and Martin Luther King. That dizzy-ass woman. Looks like she’s at her crib to me.” Topps pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed her digits. Neema answered on the third ring.
    â€œHey shawty. What’s up?” He listened to what he knew would be lies.
    â€œWhere you at now? Hollywood? No shit? On your way back, huh? Hey, it’s all good.” Just like he thought, she was straight up lying to him. “Alright then. Check you when I see you at the house. Later.” He punched off. “Damn, my boo bitch is lying like a rug.”
    Slick gave him an I-told-you-so look but held his tongue.
    â€œDamn. She’s been my best one yet.” For a second, it looked like his eyes tried to fill with water. He was hurt. They had been kicking it for over seven years and had their ups and down like any other couple, but Neema kept convincing him that she had changed her sneaky ways. And yeah, there had been a few discrepancies over the years, but nothing major. Caught in her web of lies more than once, Neema always promised to do better. Topps had believed her and was getting to the point of thinking that he could take her as his wife. Maybe have a couple more kids. Live happily ever after. Yeah, right, like that shit really happensto people like him. “No sweat. My boo loves that bling-bling living. She’s wicked as hell on a nigga, but I caught feelings for her ass and she got my kids. I’ll get her straight, fo’ sho.”
    Slick thought he heard commotion out on the line. “What the hell?” Always alert, he shot up to go investigate but it was nothing serious. A soldier thought he spotted a worker tucking a rock beneath her hanging breast. A quick check had revealed nothing. Everyone was back to work.
    â€œMan, women are like small children; you have to keep an eye on they asses at all times.”
    Topps wasn’t listening. He was back at the sink washing his hands again. Shaking his head, Slick watched him.
    â€œTopps, man, you know they have medication for yo’ condition.”
    â€œMy condition?” Topps turned around to regard him. His look was vexed.
    â€œHell yeah, man. Had an uncle had the same affliction. Couldn’t