Raunchy by T. Styles Read Free Book Online

putting a hand on his shoulder, “you need to put that shit down, man. You not ‘bout to kill no kid in my crib.”
    The little girl was shaking scared and Bam was trying to get himself untied and off the table. He was doing a pretty good job of it too, until Paco hit Bam on the head with the back of his gun. The rest of my men provided cover.
    “This little bitch been givin’ me and Vaughn shit since we got here.” He said, still aimed, the gun shaking in his hand. One wrong move and she would have a bullet in her head.
    “Kali, put the fuckin’ gun down!” I yelled. “Now!” Kali looked at the little girl and then at me.
    “Herb, you on it?”
    “You know it,” he said holding his .45 automatic in position in case I needed him to smoke Kali.
    Kali looked at him but listened to me. “I’m not gonna ask you again, man.”
    Finally he lowered his weapon and tucked his gun in his waist. The little girl held onto her mouth and judging by the way her jaw shifted, I knew it was broken.
    “So you were really gonna shoot me?” He asked Herb Dayo.
    Herb put his gun back in his waist and remained silent.
    “What the fuck is goin’ on, Kali?”
    “I’m sorry, man. I...I took shit too far wit’ the kid.” He said pacing the floor.
    “You always sayin’ how I be fuckin’ up, and then I go fuck up again.” He continued bashing himself like he normally did. “I don’t know what’s wrong wit’ me. It’s like, I be meanin’ to keep shit one hundred, but when shit don’t go my way, I lose it!”
    “Kali, what the fuck is she doin’ here?” I said bringing him back to what was important. “And where is Star?”
    Somebody told the nigga we was on the way, so he left town. And then I remembered you and Tony Wop talkin’ ‘bout Bam havin’ a daughter. So I found out what school she went to, picked her up and brought her here. This nigga gotta give us our product now.”
    “We been torturing this nigga for a hour, and he still say he ain’t got shit.” Herb Dayo said. “I gotta believe he tellin’ the truth.”
    Herb was light skin and good with washing money. He was older than us, especially me and Kali who were only seventeen.
    “Bringin’ the kid here was stupid!” Sick Sense said. “And I know somebody saw you.”
    Sick Sense had good senses, hence the nickname. But like most niggas he had his downfalls. He smoked a lot of weed but was good with scoping out scenes. So before we made a move we sent him in to check things out first. We did that every time we moved a stash house until last week. Had we done it, Star and Bam would not have gotten us for our product and money. Sick’s other downfall was that he was an ugly nigga who hung wit’ faggy Barry from 58 th , although he think we ain’t know it.
    “Naw, they’ll probably think it’s somebody out Maryland. Or that dude who be rapin’ and killin’ them kids.”
    “Nigga, you kidnapped her with a hatchet on your back! I know somebody saw you.” Paco persisted.
    “Kali, ain’t nobody gonna make a lotta fuss if a dope boy come up missin’, but a kid is a whole ‘notha story.” Kreshon added.
    Kreshon was tall, linky and sly. He had some shit with him, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. But he was good with collecting the money from the soldiers on my squad, on time all the time, so I kept him around.
    “I know for a fact ain’t nobody see me.”
    “How?” Sick Sense added. “You fucked up before and we had to clean up behind you. You ain’t ‘bout to get me in no shit again.”
    “And what about fingerprints? Did you touch anything?” Herb Dayo continued.
    “No..I don’t think...um, I can’t remember.”
    “Well I’m with Sick.” Herb Dayo added. “You ain’t ‘bout to get me in no shit either.”
    “If you a member of this crew, and you gettin’ from this crew then you already in some shit.” I said looking at my men. “All of you. We in this together.” When I heard or saw no more objections I