Catching Feelings for the Plug 4

Toy

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• Urban Books

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 29 septembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540905
• Langue: English

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Contents



1. Jon-Jon

2. Shonda

3. Toxin

4. Jon-Jon

5. Capria

6. Shonda

7. Jon-Jon

8. Capria

9. Jon-Jon

10. Capria

11. Toxin

12. Shonda

13. Capria

14. Toxin

15. Jon-Jon

16. Toxin

17. Jon-Jon

18. Talia

19. Toxin

20. Shonda

21. Toxin

22. Jon-Jon

23. Talia

24. Jon-Jon

Epilogue


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Chapter One

Jon-Jon

“I don’t see how y’all do this shit,” I complained to Toxin.
“Shut the hell up,” he said as we pushed the damn sofa into this damn outhouse thing that Shonda called a she-shed.
“Don’t get mad at me because she just punked your ass into getting her this shit, when all she had to do was use one of the five rooms y’all got in the house. Shit, you could even move the house from Virginia here if you want to. But nah, she just had to have a barbie house in the backyard,” I told him.
The shit didn’t make sense to me. He was just doing shit to make her happy, no matter how stupid it was.
“You just wait until your one comes to change ya life,” Toxin said.
“Lies, you tell. I don’t want a female to change nothing about me. I’m straight just like I am. I come and go as I please, come in drunk or not, sit in the strip club without my phone blowing up or some chick popping up talking shit. I’m good just like I am,” I told him.
“Yeah, just be ready to pay me $25,000 when that one comes to you, and you can’t get her out of ya head. You smell something, and it makes you think of her. The shit just hits you. Trust me when I tell ya, the shit just happens. I can’t wait to see how you’re gonna act when you get caught up,” he said and laughed.
“Your ass will always be broke then because love don’t live here, nigga,” I told him.
“Oh, bae, it looks good in here,” Shonda said, breathing her hoe ass breath all on me.
Yeah, yeah, I agreed not to say nothing about her hoe ass ways, but that doesn’t mean I had to stop thinking the shit. It had been almost three damn years, and I still saw her as the hoe that she was always gonna be to me. It was just that she was family at the moment. Everybody has a few hoes in their family, so why not me?
“You said you were gonna be here by the time everything was delivered. What happened to that? I hope you know that we’re just putting it where you want it. All that other shit is on you,” Toxin told her.
“My bad, I got caught up,” she said, looking suspect as hell, but it ain’t my place to say nothing.
Toxin and I looked at each other. I just walked out because whatever they had going on wasn’t none of my business. I just hoped she wasn’t out here on her hoe shit again. If she was, then she was gonna see a side of Toxin that she’d never seen before. That’s why I could never love a female with a pussy. As far as I knew, they all had one, so I had no love for any of them. Yes, this includes the one who gave birth to me. I think she’s the reason I felt this way in the first place.
She gave birth to me, stuck around for the first five years, then she dipped. Left me with my grandma and then forgot the address and phone number to where she left me. This was the shit that first put me in the love no woman frame of mind. I cared about my grandma, but she made it known that I was just in her house because she knew how fucked up the foster care system was at the time. She did what she could, but there wasn’t much for me to expect. She was old as dust as it was.
“You hear that shit?” Toxin said, standing beside me.
I had walked out, hoping they could talk or whatever, but here he was, looking like the big bad wolf, huffing and puffing and shit. He knew damn well I wasn’t gonna go down this road with him about his woman. One thing my grandma did teach me was that if you don’t have anything good to say, then just shut the fuck up. So, yeah, my black ass was quiet as hell.
“She told me she was just going to make a run, then come back. How the hell you been gone for four damn hours then gonna say, ‘my bad.’ Oh, it’s her damn bad all right. I hope she ain’t out here fucking off because I’m gonna catch a body and end up doing some football numbers. I got a bad feeling, man,” he fussed.
I said nothing; just puffed on my blunt. Well, there was a lot that I could say, but what I had to say wouldn’t help shit right now. Trust me, I had a bunch of shit that I could say for sure.
“I’m ’bout to dip. You’ve got some shit to handle,” I told him.
“No doubt,” he said and threw me a head nod. “Good looking out on the help, man,” he said as I walked away.
I just threw my hand up, still keeping my mouth shut.
Shaking my head, I pulled off. It just didn’t make sense to me. Why would she do all that to get with him if she knew she was gonna start moving funny? Women are some confused, misguided creatures sometimes. She should've just stayed friends with him. I wasn’t gonna say nothing, though, until the time was right.
When Toxin gave my ass the go ahead, then it was all gonna fall out. I guarantee that her feelings were gonna be hurt if the time came.
Since I was done being the help for the day, it was time for me to get some business done. I headed straight for the spot. It was a holiday weekend, and all the fiends were out spending their kids’ back to school money, so the block was jumping. I parked a few houses down just because I didn’t want the young boys to stop doing whatever it was that I was gonna choke their asses about.
I felt like I was the baby-sitter sometimes with these niggas. I got it, though. They were young and had access to a lot of money. That access made them do dumb shit. They were doin’ what everyone did in that situation.
“What up, Jon-Jon?” the little nigga, Tony, said.
“What’s good?” I shot back at him.
“Everything is everything. What brings you by?” he asked.
“This is my shit. I can come any fucking time I want to, nigga. What the fuck you thought?” I asked him.
“Hold on, hold on,” he said, holding his hands up. “I ain’t mean shit by it. I was just asking a question, boss,” he said.
“For future reference, don’t question me about the moves I make,” I said and walked past, making sure to bump him in the process.
Walking in the house, I saw niggas playing the game and shit like that’s what the fuck they got paid for. I pulled out my gun and shot the TV and the fucking game system. They all jumped up, looking fucking crazy.
“Yo, what the fuck? Oh shit, bossman. When did you get here?” one of them asked.
“Who brought that game here?” I asked. They were all standing around, looking dumb as hell. “Nobody knows where the hell this game came from?” I asked.
“It’s my game, Boss,” the young nigga said. Without giving it a second thought, I lifted my gun and shot the nigga in the hand. “Ahh, oh shit,” he said, jumping around.
“This ain’t a fucking arcade. Y’all done lost y’all damn minds. If I come back in here and it’s a TV, game system, Pinball machine, or anything else in here besides the drugs that y’all sell and your damn cell phone, I’m killing you and the fucking game. This is a trap. That means you don’t do shit but trap. The only reason you should come in here is to re-up on your packages. Other than that, you stand your asses out on the block. It’s the block or six feet under. Y’all take your pick,” I told them.
“Okay, Boss,” they all said, looking scared to fucking move.
“Oh yeah, I forgot,” I said as I looked around for the leader of the trap. Once I spotted him, I shot him right between the eyes. His body dropped, making everyone else stop and look. “He died because he didn’t know what the fuck a leader is. If you’re the leader, then you know that sitting in this motherfucker playing the game ain’t the way to go. We out here to make fucking money, not friends,” I said and walked out of the door. When I got outside, I saw Tony still on the block, making money like those idiots in the house should be doing. “Tony, let me holla at you,” I said as I stood down the block a little bit.
“What you need?” he asked.
“I just wanted to tell you that you’re running the trap now. The first thing you need to do is get ya man with the hole in his hand to the hospital. Let him know not to come back until next month since he thinks this is a fucking arcade. Then you gotta get rid of the body with the hole in his head. That dummy didn’t understand what it was to be a leader. I hope I don’t have that problem out of you,” I told him.
“Hell nah, I told them I got a game at the house. What the hell I need one on the block for? I’m here to make money. End of story. Nothing else matters when it’s time to work,” he said, looking me s