Page 36 of Ghetto Heartstrings

“Foreal bro, you on some spook shit.” Boom told him blowing a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth.

“To be honest, I don’t even fuckin’ know, my head just all fucked up right now yo. I couldn’t even stay in the house with Brook’Lynn cause the shit too painful looking in her eyes right now man.” He then pointed to Maine’s house. “But this man here, I should’ve hollered at him while he was here…”

“Shit, just about everything period.” He said pulling back off into traffic.

“So this nigga could go get in that pussy while fantasizing about it being Kema’s…his weak ass.” Boom roared in laughter from the backseat.

C2 didn’t find shit funny though, “Hatin’ ass nigga ain’t nobody thinkin’ bout that muthafuckin’ girl.”

“The lies niggas tell.” Boom shook his head.

Perfect could care less either way, his brother could do what the fuck he wanted with his dick as long as he fucked smart and put a jimmy on that shit. “You gotta wait.” He told him.

“Come on bruh.” C2 said tossed the roach of the joint out the car after the rotation was over, “We right down the street and I promise this shit gon’ be quick. Nigga stressed the hell out.”

Boom sat up and used the back of his hand to lightly tap Perfect’s shoulder, “Man drop this cryin’ ass nigga off, we might as well go check on the spot while he doin’ that, shit we been MIA all day long.”

Ten minutes later they were pulling up and dropping C2 off, Perfect never did like Tika’s wanna be uppity ass so he didn’t bother to speak to her when she waved from the door. “Yo C2!” He told his brother. “Jack rabbit nigga! I’ll be back in thirty minutes!”

Boom stuck his head out the window, “don’t get lost in the pussy man, hurry up.

” He said quickly, sticking his head back inside before they peeled off leaving nothing besides the smell of rubber from the tires.

They pulled up on 95 th Street and hopped out the car wondering why the fuck there were so many stragglers hanging out front.

“I don’t know why the fuck these niggas tryin’ me knowing I don’t even play this shit.

” Perfect said pulling his 9mm from the small of his back pointing it in the air letting off two shots.

“Ya’ll niggas gotta get the fuck from around here or this heat gon’ have yo fuckin’ flesh burning next!

” His nostrils flared, if niggas got sloppy then that shit would fall back on him, and he didn’t need his operation fucked up.

Everybody started scattering like roaches up out that bitch.

Boom didn’t agree with Perfect just wildin’ like that all in the open but that was his nigga so like always, he had his back.

They both walked inside the trap to make sure the niggas on the inside were doing what the fuck they were supposed to be doing but the sight in front of him only pissed him off more.

One of his main captains sat in front of the TV screen with a blunt in his mouth, staring at a flick while the other niggas counted up the money, all out in the fucking open.

“Mannn, what in the fuck am I looking at right now?” Perfect stepped over a duffle bag and pointed his gun right at the nigga Loco, causing everybody to freeze.

“Yo P! What’s up man? Why the fuck you trippin’ and shit?

It’s all good baby.” Loco threw his hands in the air, but from the look in his eyes he knew he was busted.

He was moving sloppy as fuck knowing he should’ve been focused at all times, and he should’ve especially been the one counting all the money and not his lil young niggas.

It was his fault for thinking that Perfect would be occupied all day knowing that he had to bury his baby girl and all.

Perfect was so mad, he couldn’t even say shit else in regard to that, it was crystal clear to him that that those niggas needed a fucking reminder, he tucked away his savage card and tried to be more low key, he wasn’t trying to live like that but niggas seemed to be under the impression that he folded or something.

With a slight deranged looking smirk on his face, he quickly shot two rounds in Loco’s chest watching him fly backwards out of the chair with blood oozing from his chest. “Ya’ll niggas act like ya’ll wanna say something about it? ” He grilled the lil young heads.

They all shook their heads with a look of fear, that shit pissed him off even more, like how the fuck you gon’ be settin’ up shop if you scared as fuck?

It was only one lil nigga that stood out to him.

The dark skin dread head looked like he couldn’t have been no more than twenty-one years old and Perfect could tell he had a hard life.

He had a roughness about him, but he could look in his eyes and see he was a beast. “What’s yo name fool? ”

“Head.” The dude told him standing there unfazed with his arms folded across his chest. Perfect knew right then and there he wasn’t new to death; he’d seen the shit before and probably more then once.

“How old are you?” He asked him.

“I’m twenty-two.” He replied.

Perfect then looked around at the other three faces and realized those were the niggas he should be worried about foreal, they didn’t look no older then eighteen. “Man, how old the rest of ya’ll lil young ass niggas? And don’t lie.” He balled his face up.

They all responded and Perfect wanted to snap, none of them lil young ass niggas were even old enough to get in a fucking club, or drink legally.

He shook his head and wished he could’ve put some more bullets in Loco’s dumb ass.

He walked over to the small safe and unlocked it, pulling out a couple of stacks, he passed it to the remainder of boys.

“Here, take this and get the fuck on, don’t come back, ya’ll niggas ain’t even old enough to be makin’ yo own decisions and ya’ll up in this bitch bout to lose ya life and don’t even know it.

Don’t let me catch ya’ll niggas in none of my other spots either.

” He warned they ass. “Ay Boom, get all the names and addresses of these niggas.” He then looked back at the dudes that looked like they wanted to haul ass.

“Open yo mouth about shit you saw here today and say goodbye to all ya fuckin’ people ya heard?

Ya’ll aint even ready for this kind of life, get the fuck out of here. ”

They didn’t say another word; they gave Boom everything he wanted to know and left out glad that they made it out that bitch alive. “Head right?” Perfect asked the dude again, making sure he had it right.

He nodded his head.

“Help me clean this shit up.” He pointed to Loco’s lifeless body laying there.

Head shook his head and stood in place, “I’m not touchin’ that man, fuck that…the folks won’t be at me talkin’ about no DNA and all that other shit they like to throw on niggas.” He told him straight up.

Perfect liked his lil young ass, that was a good answer.

They were never touching the shit anyway.

“Come let me holla at you, I got a new job for you.” Perfect walked him off to the side and got a little more acquainted with Head.

When that was over, he called Rasta so he could get his crew over there to clean up the mess only for Rasta to not answer and call back five minutes later.

“What the fuck do you want Perfect? You pulled a fuckin’ gun out on me tonight and then call me like it’s all good? The fuck you want?” Rasta asked.

“Shut the fuck up, you’ve done way the fuck more to me than I could ever do to you. I got a clean up on 95 th …ASAP.” He said before hanging up on him.

Boom walked back inside and couldn’t help but look into Loco’s lifeless eyes. “Damn, homie fucked up foreal.” He shook his head and sat on top of the desk looking at Perfect like he was crazy.

“Nigga…what?” Perfect asked.

“You know you wildin’ right? Like I know all kind of shit eatin’ you up right now, but you can’t let that shit turn you back into somebody you don’t wanna be my nigga.”

Perfect leaned up against the wall and scratched his head with the tip of his gun, he let out a deep breath. “I’m cool man, I’mma be aiight.”

“Aiight now, cause you know you my nigga, I just wanna make sure you good. Keep this shit solid, don’t let it break you.”

“I hear you.” He told his friend while they waited for the clean up crew to get there. Once it was all done, they locked up the spot for the night and bounced.

“I think we should relocate, shit gettin’ to hot over here.” Perfect drove with one hand on the wheel heading back to pick C2 up.

“I don’t think that’s a bad idea, shit, I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Boom replied.

Perfect pulled out his phone and called to check on Brook’Lynn only for her phone to go to voicemail. He figured she turned her phone off, so he called the house phone and didn’t get a response. He didn’t like that shit at all. “Call Yaya real quick and see where she’s at.” He told Boom.

“Why the fuck can’t you call?” He questioned Perfect. “Man, I ain’t tryin’ to deal with that crazy ass girl right now man.”

I don’t have her number in this phone.” He lied.

“A lie just don’t give ah fuck who tell it.” Boom pulled out his phone and called Yaya. He put it on speakerphone.

“What up Ya?” He spoke to her.

“Hey Boom.” She said dryly.

“Damn, you act like it’s pressure just to speak back to a nigga.” He called her out fucking with her a lil bit.

“Nah, I’m actually just kind of busy right now, I’m in the middle of something.” She lied; she was actually right there in the car with Kema in Brook’Lynn’s neighborhood about to pick up some food.

Boom didn’t expect that shit to make him feel some kind of way, but it did, he automatically assumed she was with a nigga or some shit.

“Well tell that nigga give you a few free minutes then cause I know I’m worth that ain’t I?

Tell the truth, you suck his dick as good as you did mine?

” He asked trying to get up under her skin.

She cleared her throat and had to take a deep breath, “You don’t want a bitch so why does it matter? How can I help you?”