TYCE 6 by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online Page B

If you need anything else call Fah first. Okay.”
    “You got it Fah. Ay, can you throw in a large box of chicken fried basil rice? Michael likes that shit.” I grinned at him.
    He put one bony finger in the air. “No problem, after we load up…Fah fix it fresh for you. I told you anything you want, Fah can get.”
    I pointed my own finger at him. “And that’s why I fuck with Fah.”
    After several years of doing business my favorite crooked Thai restaurant owner still didn’t know my real name. And I doubt his government name was Fah either. He never asked questions and I never asked questions. I ordered, he filled the order, and I paid…simple. I preferred to deal with people who embraced their criminal side. I liked good people at heart, but who sometimes did so-called bad things…just like me.

~Opposition              
     
    Jax paced the floor of his down town L.A. suite with an obvious attitude. His intense beady eyes narrowed and his deep chocolate face hardened with each heavy foot step he took.
    “Who the fuck is this nigga Tyce? And why did Mack jus’ call me about this muthafucka?” He stopped abruptly. “He asked me was I sure I could handle the job. Mack never asked me that shit before! We’ve done six runs for Mack and not once has he ever got shaky on me. But now that this nigga named Tyce is on the same ticket as us he gettin’ all paranoid and shit! Who the fuck is he?!” Jax pointed a thick finger at Bishop.
    His right hand man looked up from his comfortable seat in the oversize d recliner.
    “ I don’t know boss. I mean, I heard his name before, but that’s about it.” He shrugged his muscular shoulders.
    “What about you?” He stare d at the only woman in the lavish room. “Have you heard of him?”
    Rachael twisted a lock of her long red hair around her finger. “Give me a sec. I’ll start digging and see what I find out. If he’s local, and I think he is…it shouldn’t be that hard.” She blinked her icy blue eyes slowly.
    Jax exhaled deeply. “Alright, but I don’t wanna hear these same empty ass answers tomorrow. In 24 hours I wanna know everything about him, and I mean everything. I want a location, friends, relatives, criminal record, associates, the jobs he pulled off, and who’s in his crew cuz I know the nigga don’t work by his fuckin’ self.”
    Rachael nodded her head slowly. Unlike her boss, it wasn’t her style to get so amped up. To her, Tyce was just another chump in a long list of chumps she had encountered being in their line of work. She was confident that he wouldn’t pose a problem just like the other dozen or so fake thugs that came before him.
    “I got it. I’ll get started right away.” She stood up casually.
    “Good, we’ll meet back here tomorrow evening. Now get the hell out and tell the bitch waiting in the hallway to come in.” Jax adjusted his dick through his jeans.
    Bis hop stood up and followed Rachael as she walked toward the door. Jax turned his back on the two of them and headed for the round table in the corner. He heard the door open, he heard Rachael tell the woman to come in, but he kept looking at the top of the glossy wood table. The door closed with a soft click before he heard a light voice address him.
    “ Hey.” The woman walked into the quaint living area.
    “Wasup, have a seat.”
    He kept his back to her while he unzipped an overnight bag. The young lady sat in Bishop’s empty chair and crossed her long smooth brown legs at the knee. She wore a tight dress with a deep plunging neck line that dipped all the way to her pierced belly button. Her ample cleavage was in clear view as she put her purse next to her thick thigh.
    “You mind if I smoke?” She asked.
    “Go ahead, ” Jax’s deep voice sounded.
    He finally turned around. His expression had changed from a look of frustration to one that was more relaxed. In the middle of his wide palm there was a little blue pill. In his other hand he held a