TYCE II by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t need him.”
    The shirtless one rushed me first; I leaned to the right leaving my left leg out for him to trip over. His momentum sent him tumbling over my shin and falling to the ground behind me. I ducked a left hook coming from his partner and countered with a crushing body blow. A piece of gum flew out of his mouth as the wind was forced from of his lungs. Before I could finish him off I was clubbed across my back with a stick. I whirled around grabbing the stick with my left hand and
    punched the dude square in his nose with a straight right. Blood squirted everywhere as he screamed in agony. The man with no shirt on recovered from his fall and took a swing at me but missed. I countered with a fierce elbow that connected with his temple causing him to stagger. I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into my knee. As he fell to the ground, the third man regained his lost breath and came charging at me full speed. He dug his shoulder into my stomach and tried to pick me up, I sprawled wrapping my arms around his thick waist and hoisted his lower half up in the air. I grunted as I held the full weight of his body in my arms. I spotted Sway smiling hard as I fell backward and slammed his ass on the asphalt. I quickly got to my feet and surveyed the damage.
                  The dude with the broken nose had blood running all down the front of his shirt; it looked like a vampire attacked him. He had tears in his eyes, a natural reaction when your nose gets broken. The other two were taking a nap.
    “I’m proud of you boy! I like that suplex you did at the end…I taught you well Danielson!” Sway bowed like a ninja.
    “Ha ha ha…yeah that chunky muthafucka was heavy.” I rubbed my back. “Ay why didn’t you tell me he had a stick?”
    Sway picked up his backpack, “You said you
    didn’t need my help so I kept my mouth shut.”
    “You coulda whistled or somethin’” I raised my hands up.
    “Man let’s get the fuck outta here, we got like two minutes.”
    I looked at the bloody bandit, “Don’t even think about grabbing your partners gun and shooting me in the back...tonight you jus’ got ya ass whooped…don’t get killed too. Ay, do me a favor and tell Diego I said Hola.”
    “Fuck you nugga!” His voice had a nasally sound to it.
    “You might wanna call an ambulance for yourself and your friends. I would get right on that if I was you…you know how long they take to show up in the hood.”
    Sway and I left the scene of the assault in a hurry. We ran to our rides and jumped in peeling out of the neighboring lot and onto the street. The skyline lit up as the billboard exploded into a huge fiery ball. The sound from the blast was deafening causing car alarms to flare up.
     
    So much for my 15 minutes of fame.
     
    Fuck that billboard. 
     
    And fuck a million dollars…I aint no damn lottery ticket.

Meet The Parent
     
                  I decided to give Angelique a break from the stove; I hired a catering company to provide the food for this special occasion. Everybody was excited that Pamela was coming for dinner; she would be our first real guest in the new set up we called home. The excitement coupled with anticipation made me a little nervous…and I never get nervous. I guess having your mom meet your girlfriend for the first time was hard enough, and here I was about to introduce her to both of mine.
                  Angelique was busy getting ready in her room. She’d disappeared in there four hours ago and still hadn’t come out yet. She would never admit it, but she was anxious to finally meet Pamela but at the same time apprehensive about the whole thing. The tragic story of how Pamela came to be my mother wasn’t new to Angelique and she knew all the details of the recent reunion. She recognized that this was a big day for me as well as my mom. Angelique knew Pamela was important to me and automatically that meant she was important to