Baltimore Chronicles
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“You took something that belonged to me from someone else,” Maine answered.
“That sound like ya man’s problem.” Gruff smiled. “Fuck that gotta do with me and you?”
“I’m the enforcer,” Maine answered simply.
“So you just doing your job, right?”
“Yeah”
“Me too.” Gruff nodded at Maxine, who hit Maine upside his head with her .357.
Maine turned and tried to charge the bitch, but Gruff quickly put a bullet in his leg, dropping him instantly.
“Yo, fam, where you keep that money at?” Gruff asked, looking at Rodney.
“In the kitchen under the sink,” he answered quickly, not wanting to get shot like Maine.
Maxine quickly walked over to the kitchen and retrieved the money.
“Listen, Maine,” Gruff said, squatting so Maine could hear him clearly, “don’t take this personal, but I’m just doing my job. Either respect it or check it!” Then him and Maxine headed for the door.
Before Maxine exited the apartment, she walked over and kicked Maine in his face.
Maine lay on the floor holding his bloody leg. He was mad that he had got caught slipping, but he smiled because he was still alive. He knew that the two stickup kids would definitely see him again. He struggled to his feet and leaned up against the wall for support and eased his way up out of the apartment.
“Yo, untie me,” Rodney yelled at Maine’s departing back, but Maine ignored him.
Detective Abraham sat on his couch watching a young sexy stripper entertain him. He hated strip clubs, ’cause there was always too many people around. He liked his shows private and in his house. That way, once the show was over, he could fuck the stripper right in his house instead of in some champagne room.
The young sexy stripper bent over and jiggled her titties in Abraham’s face while he palmed her ass and whispered pervert shit in her ear. His whisper came to an end when he heard somebody banging on the door like the police.
“What the fuck?” Detective Abraham pushed the stripper out of his face and removed a .44 Magnum from under the couch cushion. He eased his way to the door. “Who the fuck is it?”
“Maine!”
“Fuck you want?” Detective Abraham quickly snatched open the door.
“Yo, I need your help,” Maine said, helping himself inside, blood dripping everywhere.
Immediately Detective Abraham helped Maine to the kitchen and, with one swipe, knocked everything off the countertop and helped Maine get up there.
He looked over and saw the stripper fully dressed. “Fuck!” he said under his breath. He walked over to her and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Baby, I gotta take care of a li’l something, as you can see, but make sure you call me tomorrow.”
The stripper kissed Detective Abraham on the cheek and promised she’d call him the next day then made her exit.
Detective Abraham quickly picked up his house phone and called a crooked street doctor that had been in the family for years. After he hung up the phone, he said to Maine. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Maine looked over Detective Abraham and, through clenched teeth, said, “Gruff!”
The club was jumping when Tone and Serena stepped foot inside. Serena danced a little bit, while Tone just stood by the wall drinking some Alizé straight from the bottle, just enjoying the scene. Dancing was never really his thing.
Serena smiled. “Come and dance with me.”
“Nah, chill. That’s not even my flow.” Tone threw his bottle up again.
“Pleasssssse?” Serena sang as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the dance floor.
As Tone headed toward the dance floor, he could feel the eyes of all the other hustlers on Serena. When they got to the dance floor, Serena placed her soft ass on his dick and began grinding and gyrating her hips to the beat like she was having sex. Tone grabbed Serena’s waist with one hand and started grinding even harder into her as he turned up his bottle again. The two danced for four songs straight before Tone headed back over by the wall, where he continued to watch Serena enjoy herself.
Tone felt his cell phone vibrating on his hip. He removed it from its case and read the text message that his pops had sent him:
Somebody crossed Maine up and hit him with a jump shot get here asap
Just as Tone was putting his phone back in its case, Serena walked up. “You enjoying yourself?” She took the Alizé bottle from Tone and took a deep swig.
“Something just came up, and we gotta go.” Tone grabbed Serena’s hand and led her out of the club.
Once outside, Serena asked, “You sure everything is okay?”
“My homie just got shot.”
Just then Tone saw some big, dirty nigga named Big Phil. Tone always saw Big Phil around, but the two never spoke to each other. Big Phil was a nigga who talked big shit and liked to put on a show for the crowd. He was also known as being a disrespectful motherfucker. Immediately Tone saw Big Phil’s eyes land on Serena.
Big Phil stopped dead in his tracks and shook his head. “Now that’s what you call a ass,” he said, craning his neck to get a better look at Serena’s ass.
Tone stepped toward Big Phil. “Fuck you just say?” Tone wasn’t mad about what Big Phil said, he was mad ’cause he felt that Big Phil was trying to disrespect him in front of a crowd.
“Fuck is you getting all hot for? I was just giving your joint a compliment,” Big Phil said. “But if you wanna get ignorant, that ain’t no problem either.” He lifted his shirt and exposed the butt of his gun.
Immediately Serena jumped in front of Tone. “Let’s go, baby. He ain’t worth it. I’m not gonna let you go to jail over this loser,” she said as she escorted him through the parking lot.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Big Phil said loud enough so Tone and Serena could hear him. “You better listen to your bitch and get outta here before you get hurt.”
Tone reached his whip and quickly grabbed his .40-cal from underneath the seat.
Before he could turn around, Serena was right in front of him. “Let it go, please,” she pleaded. “It’s not worth it.”
Tone sighed loudly as he slid behind the wheel. Once Serena hopped in the passenger seat, he quickly pulled off. If Serena wasn’t with him, he would’ve gone back and blown Big Phil’s head off for trying to play him like that, but for the moment he had to suck it up and let it go. He knew he would definitely run into Big Phil again, and it would be more than words being exchanged.
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