The Streets Watching - Ashon Thadon (e book reader free .TXT) 📗

questioned knowing she had heard his name before.

“Not when it comes to Street,” Latoya said proudly.

Just then her cellular phone rang from the clip on her hip.

“Yes, this is LaLa,” Latoya greeted the caller. “Yeah, boo, I’m at the house. What time? Yeah, I didn’t see that movie. Sounds cool. Are you taking me to that restaurant? You better. My sister here. Don’t be hooking her up with none of your lame ass friends either. She too good for that. They better proper like she is. Okay, call me when you ready. Bye.”

Latoya closed the flip of her cell phone and looked at her sister.

“That’s Raheim,” Latoya said bluntly. “He wants to go out and check out this movie. I basically don’t do movies but fuck it, it will keep me entertain for two hours.”

“Why you still messing with that dude?” Natasha inquired.

“Because I like having that punk think he got baller status,” Latoya said. “Him being with me is like him being with a star. He don’t know how to act. He thinks he get money. All I want to know is where he be getting it from so I can put Tommy unto him.”

“You no good,” Natasha said laughing at her sister.

“You got that right,” Latoya agreed. “Wait a minute. Who is that?”

Natasha turned around and almost turned deaf from the loud music blasting from a white Denali coming up the block. The windows were tinted and you could only see a shadow from the driver’s seat.

The Denali stopped in front of the sisters and a woman got out of the truck from the passenger side. She closed the door and waved as the vehicle pulled off. When the female turned around, the siblings were surprised to see it was their baby sister, Ariel.

“Look at you,” Latoya said as she checked out her baby sister outfit from head to toe. “Wassup, Get ‘Em Girl?”

“Nothing much,” Ariel said with the biggest smile holding her Fendi bag in her hand like a trophy. “That was Rolla. He from the other side.”

“Okay, that’s whats up,” Latoya said. “Glad to see you still pimping.”

Ariel laughed at that comment. To her, she always had been ‘pimping’. Ariel was what the family called the mixture. She had her sister Latoya’s ass but a little smaller, Queen’s Double Dees chest size, Natasha’s soft voice and Lisa’s slanted eyes. She was the total package. She was the worse one out of the bunch that neither her parents, nor her sisters, nor her brothers could control. She was nicknamed ‘Get ‘Em Girl’ because anything she wanted she went after it. Nobody ever refused Ariel. No man ever had the power to resist. She loved when a guy showed no interest in her because that made her pursued him more. She had men leave their wives, their kids, their houses, even their jobs to be with her. From the hustlers to the executives, she had men lining up to get with her. If she liked you, you were the luckiest man for the time being. When your time was up, your best bet was to just remember the good times. Because what Ariel hated was a weak man. So far the only guy that hadn’t fell for her advances all the way was a college basketball star named Roland Power who everybody called Rolla because he would roll right over you. He liked Ariel but he never gave her the type of attention all the men she ever dated give her. She liked that. He was her new conquest. When she really trapped him and he became a sucker for love like the rest, his timecard would be clocked too and she would be off to the next man.

“What’s up, Get ‘em?” Natasha asked. “You trying to put that dude on the roster?”

“Ummmm, I might,” Ariel said with a cheese smile. “He’s a cool guy and I like him but you know me, love me and leave them. What about you two hoochies? Whose roster got upgraded since I’ve been gone?”

“Naw, still working on my small forward,” Latoya laughed.

The ‘roster’ was something invented by their brothers but the sisters adopted. The term came from players on a basketball team. The point guard is usually the baller or a man that has money. He’s the one you go to when you want to be wined and dined and felt like a queen. Most of the ‘point guards’ the sisters dealt with were usually married but that didn’t bother them as long as the men were good to them. The power forward is the thug of the group. He’s somewhat of a baller but he’s known for being reckless. He mostly would be a hustler primarily a drug dealer of some sort. The sisters like someone that can gain control sometimes and handle business. Small forwards are the dominant men who are well respected. They are what the sisters call Executive Thugs. They share hoodlum qualities but are businessmen. Mostly they were men who use to be drug dealers but found better ways but still had the hood mentality. The shooting guards were the ones that stepped up to the plate when one of the other potentials started lacking and they just needed that fulfillment. And the Center was the grand Daddy. He had it all, money, respect, and power. He was the one that had connections and was in everything. He would be the Nicky Barnes of the drug game or the Bill Gates of the executive world. Centers were hard to come by so if any of the sisters ever caught one, that would be it. However, usually the small and power forwards try and portray themselves as centers but they get called out rather quickly.

"Well, my power forward coming to pick me up," Natasha bragged. "And he’s bringing a friend for LaLa. I can see if he got a friend for you."

Ariel snickered.

"Please," she said.

Natasha laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I forgot Get 'em only fucks with the elite," Natasha laughed.

"Exactly," Ariel smiled. "But naw, I'm good. I got to get some sleep. Who in there?"

"Ashon nerd ass in there studying," Lala answered. "That's about all."

"Cool," Ariel said walking past the two sisters and heading to the front door of the brownstone.

As Ariel entered the brownstone, a Ford Expedition pulled up in front of the two sisters.

Jacob, one of Larenz' street workers, hopped out the car wearing a Lakers jersey and jeans and a yellow and purple LA hat covering his head. He walked up to Latoya.

"Sup, LaLa," he addressed. "Sup, Nay. Y'all seen Renz?"

"No, what's up?" Latoya asked.

"Some dudes been looking for him hard," Jacob replied. "They rolled up on the strip on some real debo shit. They didn't flex, just said their piece and bounced."

Latoya shook her head.

"They say what they wanted?" Latoya asked.

"Not in so many words," Jacob said. "Just they needed to speak with him. While anyway, i got to hit the bricks but let Renz know if you see him before I do to get at me."

"Will do," Latoya said with a smile.

Jacob was about to walk away but then turned around.

"Yo, LaLa, when a brother going get that chance to take you out?" Jacob asked Latoya.

Natasha laughed and Latoya gave her a stern look.

"You know I would love to," Latoya said. "But you know I have a rule against dating any of my brother's peoples."

"Yeah get your weight up, nigga," Natasha added then laughed.

"I feel you but when I get straight, I want you to think about it," Jacob said then went back to his jeep.

He waved at the duo as he pulled off.

"Why you always got to play him?" Latoya asked her sister.

"Because he a bum," Natasha remarked. "Sure he dress fly and he got a nice little whip but that's all from being Renz' lieutenant. That's like fucking with the help. You said it yourself."

Latoya shook her head. She had to admit it Natasha was right. She could never fully respect Jacob as long as he was under her brother.

"Ok, hoe, let's get dressed," Natasha said getting up off the stoop. "I got to give these bitches a reason to hate and niggas a reason to fantasize."

"Stop biting Ariel's line," Latoya laughed.

"Shit, she stole it from me," Natasha informed.

 

Alonzo looked at his last hope. His face was still bruised up from the pistol whipping he received last night from Larenz. He been humiliated in front of his peers and he couldn't walk the streets no more without people laughing.

Alonzo was a drug runner for Luther Arnold, aka Big Luke. He figured as long as he was under Big Luke's watch, he was protected. Big Luke had posted him up on a nice block to make money. In fact it was the only block still getting money that hadn't been taking over by the Street clan. Big Luke had other small corners seeing some profit but Street had stopped a lot of his business.

"So you see how this is a problem?" Alonzo asked the six foot six giant that was standing over him.

Alonzo was in one of Big Luke's stash apartments where mostly drugs or money was kept. Big Luke was on his way to pick up last night take when he got the call about the incident that happened between one of his main workers and Larenz Street. He immediately sent word that he wanted to speak to Alonzo and to meet him at the stash house.

Alonzo walked into the apartment that had about five guys holding automatic weaponry and giving him cold stares. Big Luke greeted him halfway in and told him to explain himself.

"You know them Street boys are trouble," Alonzo said darting his eyes around the room. "They came at me out of nowhere."

"You know I got you out there to handle business not to get your ass whipped for nonsense," Big Luke stated. "That shit looks bad on both of us. And it wasn't out of the blue. You were running your mouth to some bitch and she somehow managed to put a bug in his ear. Now we got you out there getting ya ass whipped and forced off the block. You know it only takes that nigga's brother to make one phone call and the whole strip is done."

"Look..."Alonzo was about to say but Big Luke turned his back on him.

"You cost me money because nobody will fuck with the corner as long as you on it," Big Luke said. "Once news hit and it already has, you won’t be able to sell shit in the hood. You been marked. So you done off the block."

"What?" Alonzo said stunned. "I'm off the block. Look I admit I made a mistake and I paid for it but come on, what am I supposed to do? We should be trying to get at these niggas."

"You mean start a war?" Big Luke inquired.

"Yeah, we can..." Alonzo never got a chance to finish his statement before Big Luke turned around and backhanded him across the face.

Alonzo went flying back against the wall.

"You fucking stupid!" Big Luke said with spit spewing from his mouth as he talked. "I'm going to start a war because you were trying to impress a hoe and you got your ass whipped. You lucky I don't shoot your ass on principle, nigga! You fucked up and you want me to go to front street? for YOU? Nigga, please. You done from the block! You are done getting money over here! If I see you on the strip, it better be you just passing through because that will be the last place you stand! You know what? Get out of my sight before I make you a homicide victim."

All the guns turned to Alonzo as he slowly picked himself up.

Alonzo wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand and looked at Big Luke and his men. He just walked to the front door, opened it and left.

Alonzo couldn't believe it. He