TYCE II by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online Page A

face and a ‘you don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with’ look in my eyes. That’s the exact same look I had in my eyes now.
    “You finished?” Sway whispered loudly across the way from me.
    I gave him a thumbs up sign and proceeded to climb back down the tower to the ground below. When my shoes hit the pavement, I heard a man’s voice behind me.
    “What the hell are you doin’ up there?”
    I turned around and saw three men staring back at me. They looked like fake as rappers who were about to put on a late night concert right there in the parking lot. They all had black beanies, baggy jeans and big ass white T-shirts on that looked like night gowns.
    “Jus’ mind your business and keep it movin’ up the bl ock, this doesn’t concern you.”
    The tall stranger standing in the middle swatted his partner to the right in the chest, “He mus’ be talkin’ to you cuz.”
    “Naw this pretty ass nigga aint talkin’ to me like he my daddy! This doesn’t concern me … move up the block ! Nigga who the fuck you think you are? This my hood nigga, and I know you don’t be around this muthafucka everyday like me cuz if you was…I would know who the fuck you are!”
    The third nigga stayed silent and watched Sway descend the tower. His beady little eyes squinted as he looked at my gigantic profile fifty feet in the air. The three stooges looked at each other as Sway joined the party.
    “What the fuck you niggas doin’ out this late, don’t you have curfew?” Sway chuckled rocking back and forth.
    I shared the laugh because that shit was funny, I could appreciate a man that kept a sense of humor in tense situations. The truth was these niggas wasn’t senior citizens by any means but they weren’t teenagers either.
    “Muthafucka you aint Chris Tucker   and you aint Mike Epps …as a matter fact, I think you’re Tyce Adkins.” The one who’d been gazing at my picture pointed at me.
    My jaw clenched as I looked squarely at all three of them, “Yeah I’m Tyce…wasup?”
    “You the million dollar man.” The tall one said taking off his beanie.
    “What?” I asked confused.
    “This nigga retarded cuz. Nigga Diego put the word out that whoever finds you and brings you in gets a cool million in cash!” He rubbed his hands together like he was putting on lotion and smiled.
    The only one that hadn’t said a word was the one staring the hardest at me. He had a dark face and a braided beard; he appeared to be the leader of the pack. He took out a silver gun from his back and pointed it in my direction.
    “A million cash sounds good to me.” He cocked his head to the side. “Where them jokes at now bitches?” I smiled at the three of them, “See that’s the problem with niggas these days. It’s three of ya’ll and only two of us…what the fuck you need a gun for? Oh, I get it, ya’ll learned to shoot but never learned to punch.”
    “Fuck you nigga!” The bearded one shouted. He placed the gun back in his waist and took off his white T-shirt despite the cool night. Jail house tats covered his muscular chest and arms as he balled up his fist.
    Sway looked up at the sign, “Ay man we aint got time for this.”
    “This won’t take long at all.” I said grinning.
    “Alright man, we can dust these niggas off but we gotta make it quick.” Sway dropped his backpack on the ground.
    “Naw man, I’ma handle these niggas myself…after all my name is Tyce Adkins.” I winked at him.
    The two other men followed their leader and started to prepare for a fight. They began to move forward towards me. I motioned for Sway to move back a little to give me some room. Sway shook his head back and forth.
    “Man let me help you with these fools.”
    “Nope…a man’s gotta test his chest every now and then…see what he’s made of.”
    Sway stepped back even more as the men surrounded me and began to raise their hands and bounce around.
    “That’s fucked up nigga, ya boy aint bout to help you!”
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