CHAPTER SIXTEENA few nights later
“Yo, who dat?” Snaps leaned forth and narrowed his eyelids when he saw a purple Lamborghini Gallardo pull up in the Nickerson Gardens.
“I don’t know, but you know the deal. We murk anything purple that slides through here.”
Ace pulled a Beretta from the front of his sagging jeans. His man was right behind him, drawing a Tec-9, letting it hang at his side. They pointed them head bussas and were about to Swiss cheese the European whip when the driver side door lifted. The hoodlums were about to get it popping when someone oozed out of the sports car, one red All Star Chuck Taylor Converse at a time. A jeweled hand grasped the door frame, and Blessyn stepped out into view, clad in a red long sleeve T-shirt. He was sporting a red LA fitted cap backwards. Bo
