Page 37 of On Everything
When I left Ciara’s spot, I felt like every eye on the pathway to my car was on me. I didn’t clutch my pistol because a muthafucka would be dumb to come at me. Not even the most dependent of drug feens would risk them and their mama’s lives fuckin with me.
When I jumped in my driver’s seat, I sped off to hit the Brooklyn expressway to check in on my money for the day. Every visit I make over here now would be a pop up visit. That was the best way to see if the niggas I had in this new position could handle the job. When I hopped out of my car, I walked up to the intercom put my number inside.
“Yo, Yo.”
Tony, my newest watchman, answered the call like it was a house phone with loud ass music playing in the back.
“Yo let me up, nigga.”
“This Hov?”
“Yeah, let me up!”
The door buzzed a few seconds later and popped open for me to come inside. On my way up the steps, I heard heavy steps like bitches walking in heels coming down as I traveled up.
When we crossed paths, they were all staring at a nigga, but I’m used to that shit with young hoes like them. They would never have a chance with me. Can’t no teen or bitch in their early twenties do shit for me. I like women.
“Damn, I hate we leaving the party now.”
“Okay, girl. He is too fine.”
Surely they wasn’t coming up out of my trap. Tony and the knew crew had been told my rules about visitors. Especially visitors I don’t know. No one but workers are allowed here and can know this location. I’ve went through all of that with them whenever I gave them niggas this position the other day.
My cousin Tony been begging for work since he turned eighteen, and I finally gave in when this watch spot became available. Like my young dude Princeton, I didn’t want to corrupt him or his homies, so I just put them on guard over here with a couple of AR-15s just in case a nigga wanted to lose his life. With it being three of them here, I told them that one could fuck off by watching tv, sleeping, or whatever, while the other two handled business, watching the tellers and the front door, but never all fuck off at the same time.
Once I stood outside the door, I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. I don’t understand why when I told the niggas I was coming up.
“What the fuck going on in here?” I complained to myself.
I stepped back to push off the wall behind me, and just before I could kick the door in, Tony swung it open from the inside.
“Wha, what’s up, Hov. We didn’t know you were coming through tonight.”
When I walked inside, it looked like they had tried to clean up, but had been entertaining some hoes in here for sure. It was obvious from the red cups on the floor, the liquor bottles piled up in the trash, and weed smoke so thick I could barely see these niggas.
I was mad as a muthafucka instantly, and I clutched my fire before I remembered who they were.
“Where is Heaven and Frankie?”
“They’re gone. They counted all the money for tonight, and the next drop not coming until the morning.”
“Where the fuck is my money at?”
“We locked it up in the room in the safe after Heaven and Frankie left. We just wanted to have a little fun since we couldn’t come to the tournament tonight, but trust, Harold was guarding the door the entire time. Ain’t no one go back there”
Tony trying to explain himself didn’t make me feel no better. I wish he would just shut the fuck up. When I can’t think straight, I get even more irritated. I’m a man who hates explanations because to me, they were dressed up excuses.
“You niggas got five seconds to clean this shit up before I make your mama and my mama cry.”
They started to scatter like roaches, picking up shit on the floor because I’m sure they knew I wasn’t bullshitting. This nigga Tony is proof that you can’t hire family for simple shit. Sitting in a free spot all day, smoking weed, and guarding money wasn’t a hard job. I thought I was doing something good for my little cousin since the little nigga was working his mama's nerves. Not trying to go to college or get a job. Just sitting around her spot all day with his friends doing exactly what I’m paying them to do, yet it’s still too hard for these little niggas for some reason.Maybe the hustler in me came from my dad’s side. My aunt Tiny didn’t like to work either.
“Hov, I apologize, man. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Tony paused from picking up trash for a second.
“What the fuck is apologizing going to do, nigga? Now, I have to get all of this money counted and moved out of here because this location is now compromised. Them hoes saw me coming here, so they know either money or drugs are inside this apartment. Did you niggas not think?”
“No, I guess I didn’t think about that.”
