Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

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СКАЧАТЬ the crowd as he thought about his brother's discomfort being in prison for all those years. A light clicked on his head and suddenly he had an idea how he could free his brother and get rich at the same time. He would need a little help from Faith but he was sure he could bust his brotha out.

      Brick cool veneer finally cracked, his mind raced to the finish line at the same time. He remember he did still have a connect he could holla at. He liked the name Mercenary's Crew and he definitely feigned on the anthem Boss!

      "Um I'm supposed to but, if I don't make it Faith will definitely be there. Yo big brother working on something for you that might set you free."

      Brick whispered. "But I'll definitely be there next week to tell you all about it. I already sent you five hundred dollars last night - same day delivery -did you get that yet?"

      "Yeah, bet dat up - boy 'cause I needed it. I was just saying I needed to call and see why you haven't sent nothin'. My account was low - down to a hundred dollars. Then I checked my account last night before lock down and seen an extra five hundred. Bet dat up."

      "Yeah I was gone drop a lil' more but it's been a little slow 'round here. Aye but hold on a minute Love."

      Brick stood up, with the phone in his hand, and pulled Faith to the side.

      "Faith my nigga look here for a minute."

      As soon as Faith and Brick got to a secluded area in the game-room away from the crowd, Brick smothered the receiver in his shoulder and said, "Boss lady, what'cha thank we can do? 'cause man I'm tellin' you if we had some real money we could get Love out of prison once and for all."

      Brick looked back over his shoulder the whole time he talked. He didn't want anyone to hear what he was saying. But no one was paying him any attention.

      "You really want my answer?"

      "Yeah boss lady - tell me." Brick cheesed.

      "I'm in" Faith chided.

      FOUR

      Several hours later, six killers, Famous, Equal, Justice, Religion, Burden, and Glory left Brick's restaurant to meet the early day heat you normally found at the break of the day in Miami. It was twelve noon and the steamy sun set a blazed over the horizon causing milky waves to seep from the asphalt.

      The partiated crew stood right outside Brick's restaurant for about five minutes or so as they tried to figure out there next move. So far everything was going according to plan. They had convinced Brick to get back in the game on a promissory note that it would pay off for all of them in the long run. Since they were confident Brick was going to deliver on his end of the bargain there was nothing else to be said. But the drugs were just one part of the scheme of things. If they intended on fulfilling on their end of the bargain they had to execute certain prongs that was stipulated in the blue print. - street hustler's manual one of which was to install fear in your competition.

      Brick, Faith, and I hung behind. We watched the crude mugs of the crew as the six of them insinuated their own hybrid ideas about the task they had before them. Each facial expression told a different story. Famous just wanted fifteen minutes, Equal feigned equality, Justice acquired just that, Religion, fathom a moral association, Glory looked for anything he could glorify, and Burden simply felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. I had my own story too. And I was finally glad I had Brick and Faith to their selves so I could try to talk some sense in their head. I couldn't make him understand.

      "Shit it's hotter than a mutha fucka out here." Justice announced.

      "I know dats right, so what's up now, what we 'bout to do now?" asked Glory. He directed his question of Equal. While they talked Burden noticed a late model red Honda Accord LX pulled to the curve. He watched the vehicle with unabashed attention until he noticed a young lady wearing a pair of apple bottom blue jeans with a red apple on the right pocket and a white T-shirt that read right above her full size breast: Free Marvin. On the back of the T-shirt was two photos of the dreaded head Marvin the shirt spoke of. One before he was locked up at a Maze concert, the before and the other during his incarceration, the after. The young lady also rocked a head full of pick tails and a pair of old school blue Puma with the red stripes. But that wasn't what made Burden rise and want to get to know her better, but all that ass she had in them jeans. Burden drifted behind her walking the short length of the sidewalk.

      "My nigga where the fuck you going?" Religion asked. "We ain't got time for you to be hot nutting 'round. We tryna get dis paper, we can get pussy later."

      "Hol' up I just want to get the seven digits." Burden hollered back. He never noticed the inscriptions the girl had on her shirt. But when he caught up with her and got a closer look he froze. "Marvin…" Burden gasped. He started to turn around, but what for? He was only going to ask the girl her name.

      "Tangela," the girl replied sarcastically. It was obvious she didn't want to be bothered with anyone, particularly a man. Her mind screamed can't you read? "I got a man." Tangela thought. The more she played hard to get the more Burden pursued her. Both of t-hem disappeared in the Arab corner store. By that time several other cars started to pull in front of Brick's restaurant. So the rest of the crew was forced to move down the block a little.

      "Man, dat's all that nigga think 'bout is pussy." Equal said, blushing. He looked back to see Burden making his way inside the store behind the girl. A devilish smile slushed across his face as he grabbed his crotch. "Shiit that ain't a bad idea. That's what I need to be doing trying to get my nuts out of pawn." Burden thought.

      Don't tell 'em nothin' one day he gone go after the wrong bitch and she gone give dat nigga something that's going to cause his whole dick to fall off." Justice joked. Everybody laughed.

      "I need to go by my old girl house first and put on some fresh gear and let the old girl see me. Then we need to go scope a few spots out; see who moving what and where. We'll roll through 15th Ave first an' see what's poppin' up there. Who's running shit up there now anyway?" Equal quizzed the crew.

      "Ya know dat nigga Duke still got the main spot locked down, but'cha know it's so many other niggas up there doing lil shit." Glory explained.

      Burden stepped back on the scene flashing a phone number on a torn brown paper bag.

      "Boy I told you I was gone come up." Burden boasted. Religion shook his head and said.

      "Boy pussy gone be the death of you one day."

      "Shit nigga if I die of anything I want it to be pussy." Famous spat. Equal laughed.

      "I know that's right homey." Burden said. He stuck his balled fist out to Famous for some dap. They bumped fist.

      "What about the other niggas up there?" Justice piped up. "What we tryna take over the whole Ave."

      "Not trying to," Equal straightened him, "Going to. And no we ain't gone take over the whole Ave, 'cause we gotta have competition so just the main spot where Duke at."

      "Well dat shouldn't be no sweat." Famous said to everyone's surprise as he fold his flip cell phone closed. It was a burn out. He placed it in his pocket. "'Cause dat nigga ain't got no street credit out here no way soft ass nigga." Everybody shot Famous a curious look like what you know that we don't know nigga.

      "Oh yeah and why you say dat." Equal asked.

      "Oh, I forgot, ain't dat nigga Murph up there too doin' it?"

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