Page 3 of Terrez and Shalene
“Nope. He pulled us all off,” Kwan said.
Both Kwan and Simba had to be in their early twenties. Little said they reminded him of us when we were just some young niggas trying to get some money. They’d been working under Little for a little over a year, but they were cool. I didn’t trust many, but I fucked with them.
“What’s good, Terrez,” Simba greeted.
“What’s good, bruh?”
“Y’all got the work on y’all right now?”
“Yeah. We had just came to re-up when Chaos told us not to leave,” Simba said, answering Little’s question.
“Y’all get back out there. I got Chaos.”
Nodding in response, Simba and Kwan stood from the porch and went to their spots. When we made it inside, my jaw ticked at the way Chaos had handled the situation. He wanted to be a boss so damn bad, but didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He thought since he was a block boy for a few years, he was ready to be a boss. All I’d say was, everybody wasn’t meant to lead a herd.
“Why the fuck you niggas sitting at the table like it’s the last supper?”
“Little, I shut down shop until you got here,” Chaos said as he stood from the counter he was leaning on.
“And why the fuck would you do that? If the product was off when it was delivered, then that means some shit went down with the shipment, dummy. Everybody get back to the mafuckin’ money now!” Little spat as he walked deeper into the kitchen.
When everyone cleared out, Chaos went to speak but I knew he wouldn’t get too far. Little was pissed and rightfully so. On one hand, I could see why Chaos thought shutting shit down was best, but on the other hand, it wasn’t his play to call. He was the overseer, not the head nigga in charge.
“My bad, man. I thought closing up was what you wanted me to do until you figured out what was going on.”
“If I wanted you to shut shit down, I would’ve told you that when you called me. What I’m trying to figure out is, why the hell you accepted the delivery if the shit was short. And please don’t sit in my face and say you didn’t know it was short. You can look at the bag and tell it was short, so what’s up?”
From the look on Chaos’ face, I knew he would be somebody who needed to be watched. Shit had been smooth up until now, but there had always been something with him that didn’t sit well with me. Under regular circumstances, he was a decent overseer, but he did questionable shit. Little wasn’t exaggerating when he said you can eye a bag and tell if the shit was off. The shit was true when it came to product and money.
“I fucked up, Little. That shit won’t happen again though.”
Instead of speaking, Little shook his head and walked over to the table where the product was laid out. Without even having to touch it, he knew how much was missing and so did I.
“I’ll check on you niggas later, since it’s clear you still need your hand held. Until then, keep shit moving unless it’ssomething serious. By serious, I mean police, or somebody being shot,” Little said as we headed to the front door.
The two of us were silent as we walked across the street toward the truck. There was so much I wanted to say, but I’d mind my business for now. If shit got too deep and I felt like us or the team were in a situation, I’d let Little run his own shit. I personally wouldn’t have left Chaos’ ass breathing. Right as we made it to the truck, Big Lou came walking down the street with a Red Bull in his hand. Big Lou had been working this house since I took over. When I let him know I was handing this house over to Little, he said he was cool staying here, as long as the money was still right. Big Lou was one of the few people I knew I could trust. My trust for him was one of the reasons I was happy he didn’t mind working for Little. This was no longer my shit, but I still wanted some reassurance that shit was good.
“Yo, Lou. Come holla at me real quick.”
Turning his gaze to me, Lou headed for the back seat after I gave him the nod of approval.
“Lou, tell me what’s up. Chaos just told me he shut everything down until I got here. How all them niggas was in the house but you?”
“Cus that nigga ain’t my damn daddy, Little. I been doing this shit longer than his ass has been in charge. The only reason his ass even called you was because I told him to. Chaos is a calculated nigga, but I think he’s playing for the wrong team.”
My brows lifted at Lou’s statement. Partly because my intuition was spot on, but also because I needed to know if the nigga needed to be put to rest. When Little pulled off, the three of us grew silent until we were off the block.
“Don’t talk in code, Lou. Tell me what’s happening or what you suspect,” Little said as he kept his focus on the dusk filled streets.
“I’m gon’ keep a buck with you. Up until today it’s only been little shit that’s caught my eye. But since the shit is so small, I take mental note of it and push it to the back of my brain. Everybody in the truck knows that paranoia and overthinking comes with this street shit. I ain’t got no proof, but I think Chaos trying to get down with them Bedford niggas.”
The Bedford Boys were another popular gang in Diamond Falls. Since I’d been down with DP, I’d never had a problem with them. My focus was always on my money. None of them niggas crossed me whenever they saw me in mutual territory and vice versa. One of my main reasons for turning my nose up was because they were known to be into that trafficking shit. I didn’t fuck with that at all, and it was disgusting to say the least. Selling drugs probably wasn’t any better, but it was definitely the better of the two evils. People bought drugs of their own free will, which was the opposite of being trafficked.
“That’s one hell of an accusation to make, but keep talking,” Little stated.
“Aight. So, one day a few weeks ago, Chaos said he had an important call to take and he stepped outside. Shit was running smoothly so it was whatever. Simba had happened to be walking to the house from his post and he told me he saw a green flag in that nigga’s back pocket. I didn’t see it for myself, so I kept that information between me and Simba. Another time, the count came up short about two hundred dollars. When I asked Chaos about it, he ain’t do shit but take some money out his back pocket and that was it.
“He didn’t ask no questions or make any of them niggas answer to him about the money being short. That shit didn’t sit right with me. Then today, when Coop made the delivery, he didn’t make them stay until the product was accounted for. Anybody with a trained eye could see that shit was off by half a brick.”
