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Excerpt - Cause I Can
By Mocha Sistah
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Not rated by the Author.
Sassy Joie Campbell-Thomas is a young married woman who still feels she is a playette. While she let the passion of a former lover, pull her back in or will she stay and fight for her marriage?
Before they could continue the conversation, Chi felt a tap on his shoulder and smelled a familiar scent signaling his old friend’s return.
He got up to give him a high-five but the look in Issac’s eyes said more than words could. He had never seen Issac looked so pissed. His lips were tight and there was no smile. He wondered why he was so upset. He saw a blank look in his face and wondered what was going on.
Issac’s voice was like distant. “Have you talked with Joie lately.” The words were dripped with sadness and melancholy shined in his eyes.
“No man. Why?” He turned to look directly into his eyes and noticed a fire there. “The last time I saw her she was complaining about your ass doing some crazy shit with women off the internet?”
Issac’s eyes raised up in surprise.
With mock severity, “All of a sudden you and Joie are buddies?”
“Man, ain’t nothing going on.”
Issac’s tongue was laced with sarcasm,
“That’s not what Pharell told me earlier today. He said my woman was pregnant and then had an abortion!!!” He let that sink in Chi’s head as he quietly asked Shanida for a Beck’s.
Placing a five dollar bill on the counter he waited for a response from Chi.
“Did you know about that shit?”
“Man, I’m sorry you had to hear it from him.” He stopped as if considering his words carefully.
“Yeah, she told me what happened…but I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Issac pushed back from the bar stool and grunted, “Yeah right.”
Shanida quickly slid the beer near Issac and he gulped it in one swoop. Beer spilled on his mouth as he spit out.
“Man, you supposed to be my boy. But I see you obviously got someone else in mind. You ain’t got my back!!!”
He snarled as he looked at Chi wiping his wet mouth.
Chi was irked by Issac’s self-righteous act.
“Man, please. I’m the one who always have your back. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle your business.”
He stirred the gin and tonic feeling a sudden chill in his bones. His nostrils flared with fury as he stared at the clock on the wall. He wasn’t even going to look at Issac but he felt those burning eyes touch his face just the same.
“So, that’s all you got to say!”
Issac grabbed a hold of Chi and pinched his upper arm.
“You ain’t shit!” He turned away and swallowed the rest of his beer down hard. His eyes were waiting for an answer from his “best friend.”
But there was nothing but silence greeting him.
Chi rubbed his arm and twisted his face with rage coming off it, “Man. Like I said, it’s not my fault your woman came crying to me.”
He paused as he continued to rub his arm and shaking it violently.
“Damn, man. You trying to kill me over here because your wife lied to you about some shit that I ain’t got nothing to do with?”
He sputtered as he slung the rest of his drink and feeling the heavy liquor burn his throat.
“Sorry, dog.” Issac quieted his rage for a moment. “Everything is fucked up. I wish to God that I could make this right. Maybe you are right. Maybe everything is my fault.” He paled with wrath and stood up from the bar.
“I have to catch you later man.”
“Where you going?”
“Just out of here. I just needed a spot to come to real quick before going back to my Mom’s house.”
“Yeah. It’s all gravy, baby.”
He tried to bring a little light into his heavy voice. If he could pretend everything was okay, it would be okay.
He knew it.
Chi and Issac gave each other a quick high-five and parted ways.
Shanida shook her head as she watched them exit RedBones. She murmured,
“Men!” She cleared her drink station and waited for her other regulars to come in. It was only eleven p.m and the night was only beginning.
Chi felt his cellular phone ringing as he saw the text message telling him to hurry up. Reading it with tired eyes, he deleted the message and closed his silver T-Mobile phone.
As if he didn’t already have enough stress in his life.
Quickly getting himself to the place where he had to meet his boys, he felt like he had been followed to the secret place. His initial gut feeling was interrupted by a heavy voice behind him laughing.
“Damn man, watch where you walking.”
Chi didn’t turn around and didn’t respond. He was on the low end and he needed to keep his wits about him. He needed to not get nervous and just be cool. He just kept a pace that was quick as his long legs made strides in front of the dark building. He tried not to look at the surroundings. His feet crushed some empty crack vials on the ground, and he ignored the women standing near the corner of the building. The many cars that lined up near the building let him know he was in hot traffic area. The drug-fused eyes of the individuals in the alley behind him let him know, that he was in an area, that was a little more ghetto than his normal route.
He whispered to himself. Thank God he didn’t have to worry about that in his slice of town. Where he laid his head was in the Pill Hill area of Chicago and this area, was the lowest one could go.
He had wondered where Pharrell was, since this was his connection. Maybe he was late. Sometimes Chi had a way of over thinking things.
Pushing the bell to the apartment, he waited with bated breath to heard the shrill of the buzzer letting him into the old brick building.
Taking the elevator up to the fifth floor in the filthy old building, he smelled old stench of food and sex near him in the air. It lingered like the odor of a dead bodies that floated around in a river or ocean. His nostrils were full of the aromas, that were not pleasant.
He couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. He wasn’t found of this situation and wanted to drop and roll. Drop the package and get his dough. That’s all he wanted to do.
The door to the elevator open, interrupted his thoughts and as he gave a series of knocks on the brown steel door, his knuckles felt the cold wind of night chill them.
He was sweating as negative thoughts traveled through his mind. Looking around himself, he finally saw Pharrell come behind him.
He zipped up his blue jean jacket.
“You got the package right.”
“Yeah.” Chi snapped.
“Wassup with you. You got a problem.?”
Pharrell eye brows drew into a question as he waited for a response.
“Just tired, a long day, you know what I mean?” He paused as he saw the door creek open.
Before them lay a few thuggish characters. One tall man who looked strapped with a 45 caliber gun on his hip, a bouncer type of dude who had a thick head of dread locks that ran down his back, and a sister who was packaging the cocaine.
The bouncer dude slammed the door after they entered the room, and Pharrell gave dap to the tall dude.
Pulling out the money Chi gave the sister money, and while she counted the five thousand dollars he gave her, Chi tested the cocaine with a tester kit he got from one of his connects.
Even though he was with UPS in customer service, in school he learned a lot about science and he definitely didn’t plan on buying no damn ‘hot’ drugs. If he was gonna make some money, he wanted to make sure it was what he thought it was. He really needed the benjamin’s really bad. He couldn’t date no sister like Shanida if he planned to take her to some lame as restaurant. He knew he had some custody issues with his baby momma, Donita, so he had to get some real money coming in.
He didn’t plan on letting her get custody of his 3-Year old son, Nathan, he just wasn’t gonna let her get custody. He was tired of not seeing his son. Donita was an evil woman who thought she had the mothering thing on lock because she was getting re-married.
But he was gonna beat her at her own game.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the quietness of the room as he finished verifying the drugs, and closing his kit.
Chi said, “Yeah, baby girl, this is 100%.”
He grabbed the blocks of drugs and slid into a black bag and cleared his throat to say good bye but that was interrupted.
“You’re all under arrest.”
Pharrell’s eyes were like slits of black fire as he intensely watched the transaction, and then pulled out his gun.
Flipping his gun out of the holster, he shoved Chi, along with the others in the center of the room while the Narcotics cops ran into the room with guns pointing.
Suddenly the room burst into rage as baby girl popped a series of shots near Pharrell missing him by mere seconds.
Chi yelped as a bullet pierced his left thigh and he scooted in the corner near some boxes. Ripping some dingy grey cloth from the floor he wrapped it around his dripping leg and shook his head at the scene around him.
He had left his piece at home and was too pissed. Covering his head he scooted further into the corner to avoid the blist of fires between the tall guy and the bouncer. They were giving the police a run for their money.
Pharrell laughed, “Man, ya’ll too damn long getting up here.” He quipped as he saw the shocked look on Chi’s face.
For one year undercover, Pharrell was happy, finally in a long long time.
(c) 2006 by Pam Osbey
Book now available on www.amazon.com
Site: Osbey Books, Inc.
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|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|Love it. Sounds like something going down in New York City. I look forward to purchasing and reading your book. I wish you continued success and happiness.