SEX, MONEY, AND MURDER PT.6 ( A STORY BY KING PEN)

"I don't have a problem wit dat," I replied! I knew I had left my strap at the crib, which is something I almost never do, me and my gun roll like American express.  Knew I didn't have any coke because of this on again off again ass drought that started to look more off again than on again. As soon as Det. Jones and I reached the parking lot I remembered the half smoked blunt of dro that I put out on da way to the house. It was too late, I was slipping and me alwayz tryin to justify my mistakes thought to myself I guess I was so busy worried about not havin a felony in the car wit me I forgot about the misdemeanor. I was so worried about the big shit that I over looked the small shit. "Pop your trunk" Det. Jones said in a more givin an order tone than askin. I didn't give a fuck about the trunk I was worried about the ashtray. After this prick seen that it wasn't really nothing to see in the trunk besides a basketball, a couple pairs of J'z, and a spare tire he slammed it shut and went straight for the interior of the car. I guess Det. Bionic nose smelled the weed off top because he went straight for the ashtray.

Ssssnnnnffff! This muthafucka was sniffing at the blunt like he was tryin to get a contact or some shit. "Where you get this bullshit from"? He asked as if he had actually convinced himself that I was really gonna tell him. "I couldn't tell you, do you know after smoking that shit for so long it fucks up your memory" l replied sarcastically. Continuing to search under seats and every other possible place inside the car he asked, "so what we gonna do about this half of blunt"? As if I was his partner or some shit and if what I thought really mattered.” I don’t know u tell me? Were you lookin for weed"? I replied using a lil reverse psychology. "Naw I wasn't lookin for weed I was actually lookin for guns, rope, tape, date rape drug, or things of that nature but if your lookin for some better shit than this you should consider giving me a call" the Det. said while handing me a card. In fact I insist you give me a call, it would be in you best interest. I was thinking to myself how this Det. was starting to sound more like a drug dealer than a officer of the law until my thoughts were interrupted by the Det. words. "Im gonna set the polygraph test up and I will be getting with you concerning the matter at hand, but in the meantime you might want to give me call....it could be to your benefit"! The det. continued on, "I can be your best friend or your worst enemy", don't matter to me he expressed. "As of now this matter is still under investigation so you’re free to go, but I got my eyes on you Akeem"!

As I drove down the street doing 60 in a 35, my mind was racing a million mph. I was thinking about how this white bitch was playin with a nigga freedom and how she needed to be dealt with but the thought that consumed my mind the most was the things the det. had said and how his demeanor kept changing. This muthafucka talkin about he can be my best friend or my worst enemy, this cocksucker must don't know that anybody behind a badge was automatically my worst enemy. I thought about how the Det. seemed to be promoting a product once he found the half of blunt in the ashtray. I really didn't know what to think or how to feel about all the recent events and encounters that took place. The only thing I did know was I needed to put my mind at ease so I swung by the house to roll a blunt. About a one hour and 2 bluntz later, not only did the thoughts in my head continue to grow but my appetite did also. I figured I would go to one of my favorite restaurants.

Uncle Frankie'z was nice little Italian restaurant that was well known for its delicious authentic dishes as well as the people that it attracted. Welcome to Uncle Frankie'z the short young woman behind the bar said as I took a seat. Can I start you off with a drink? she asked as she handed me a menu. Yea I'll take a double shot of remy vsop I replied. Sure, may I see some identification young man she joked as if she was one of the older italian women who rocked two pounds of make up and 1 pound of hair spray. I should be asking you the same thing I stated in a jokingly but flirtatious manner as I took my license out my wallet and slide it across the counter with the four fingers of my left hand, holdin it flat to the counter makin contact with her hand as she reached down to pick up the card. She looked at the card then looked at me wearing a seductive smile and said "comin right up Akeem". After a plate of my favorite dish of fettuccine alfredo and three double shots of remy I was felling like I was full of food, full of liquor, and full of game as I ran it in the direction of Rosa, the young waitress who I had been flirting with for the last hour or so. I started to think about how thinkin with my dick got me in the predicament that I’m in now. I sat for another 30 minutes while I drank down another double shot." You’re drinking a lot so early, is this normal for you"? Rosa asked as if she was actually concerned. "Naw, I just got a lot on my mind" I spat back. Oh ok, I understand Rosa replied now sounding as if she actually did understand and even cared for that matter. I don't know if it was the 8 shots of remy or her empathy but she seem even more beautiful to me. I don't know if it was the attention I was getting from the young sexy waitress, but the Italian that appeared to be in his late 30s or early 40s was watching us close. You could tell this spaghetti head muthafucka played on the mobster image tough, because he looked like a character from the movie Goodfellas and here it was over 30 years past that era. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, because I left my gun at home again I asked for the bill and I paid it then headed for the door. As I reached the door I was stopped by the voice of Rosa. "You can’t go anywhere without these" Rosa said as she handed me my keys along with a folded piece of paper that contained her number. “Thank you beautiful”, I said showing my appreciation and admiration at the same time. I took the keys from her small hand, winked at her, turned and walked out the door.

I know this installment is short and the story is movin at a slow pace but I’m putting things in place for a good story line. I know its been a minute and you all can probably tell being that I’m rusty...lmao... but imma get on top of my shit and thank everybody who support and even thoze who don't..... all feed back is welcome....

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