Big Pimpin

Chapter One Episode Two Toot

TOOT



Boom, Boom

Bangs come across the door, awakening me from my nap. Propping up on the couch as I stretch to wake myself, I became frustrated as the banging continues. “Damn, I say out loud to myself as someone continues to beat on the door like the laws. I disturbingly walk to my bedroom to get my stash when the banging got louder. If it’s the police, there going to take me smoking this blunt, I mumble to myself as I walk to the couch as the banging continues. It has to be a dope fiend cause the pigs would have been ran in here. As the banging startled me, I dropped the weed from the cigar. I don’t sell this early, move around. I scream from the couch.” Looking at the time on my iPhone XR that read two p.m..Placing the phone back on the coffee table as an even louder bang comes over the door. “Got damn,” I said, slamming the blunt to the table as I finished rolling it. Snatching the nine from under the pillow from where I was sleeping. I quickly stand to my feet and c**k the gun as I got close to the door.

“Open up, Mann,” a familiar voice says as I peep out of the window next to the door. Trying to see around the tall bush that sits between the door and window on the outside, I couldn’t see who it was.

“I’m not selling, I said, squatting lower in the window while squinting my eyes through an opening in the bush. Finally realizing who it is. I quickly rush to the chair in front of the window and tuck the gun under the seat cushion before swiftly unlocking the door.

“I’m not here to buy s**t. Open the damn door,” the familiar voice says, beating louder as I unlock the last lock on the door.

I quickly slap Kilo five as we stand in the doorway after opening it. “Mann, when you got out?” I ask as he proceeds into the house, looking around the living room.

“This morning, he says hesitantly. Forget that, so this is how you living, huh? He says sarcastically, laughing to himself. I never would have thought you’d move out of your mama's house.” He says as he plopping down in the chair in front of the window. I cut between him and the coffee table to get to the couch.

“Yea, you know it’s nothing like that two-story empty crib you got to yourself now.” I said, grabbing the blunt and lighter from the table while taking a seat on the couch. I throw myself to the back of the couch and light the blunt. But just as I do, I get choked up from the smoke. Coughing hard, trying to pass the blunt, I laugh for no reason at all as I look at Kilos locs as I wipe the saliva from my mouth. You’ve always been a goofy-looking fucker." I said, clearing my voice as he snatches the blunt.

“I went by your mama's house.” He says before hitting the blunt.

“O, yeah?”

“Yeah, he says, sliding to the edge of the chair as he gags like he’s about to throw up. He quickly gets up and drops the blunt in an ashtray on the coffee table. He rushes outside, holding his mouth, coughing and gagging. As I’m still seated, I laugh out loud as I continue to hear him cough off the weed blunt. Ahem, Damn Mann, that s**t got all that cole out of me,” he says, clearing his throat as he walks back in and closes the door while wiping his face.

“You good, Mann?” I asked, giggling.

“Ahem, Yea.” He says, aggravated as he continues to clear his throat.

“Don’t blame me for your baby lungs, I chuckle. Anyway, my mama must have told you where I was?”

“Yeah,” He says, grabbing the blunt as I pass it. Propping the pillow behind my head for comfort, I notice Kilo glancing over at me as he coughs. Mann, you had millions of dollars and stayed with your mama. And now here I’m fresh out after ten years, and you got a condo. I always thought you’d turn gray before you moved out of your mamas." He giggles, passing the blunt as I notice his eyes are red as fire. I pop my mouth and snatch the blunt out of aggravation.

“I know you ain’t talking with them damn spiders on top of your head. I sarcastically said, knowing damn well you bout that big house and moved your whole family in witcha. Kilo sot looking dumbfounded. But tell me what you got planned for the team. But it’s a must, you know. The real men are still standing, and the fake has been exposed and dismissed. I said, propping my legs on the table and crossing them. I hit the blunt and look over at him as he sighs as he throws himself to the back of the chair. There’s no one left but Staci, Nico, Sean, and me.”

“I don’t know Mann; I’m just gone play it by ear. Our product needs to be moved in a more legit way. These streets are over for me. s**t, it’s like the streets done got sloppy. With too many snitches and fake ass want to be gangsters and rappers. He says, grabbing the blunt and hitting it one time before passing it back. On the real Toot, it’s up from here. He says convincingly.

“That’s what’s up. What you need me to do?” I ask, propping on my knees as I put the roach blunt in the ashtray.

Kilo and I have been having each other's backs since elementary school when he got into a fight in the sandbox. Somebody knocked his s**t down, so they fought. Somebody else jumped in, so I helped him out, and I’ve had his back every since. When they busted his house, they took all his money, reposed his vehicles, and left him with nothing but his place that’s in his mama’s name that he bought.

“Right now, I need you to be my right-hand man. I ride you ride. I’m out here now looking for moves, and when something shakes, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Already.”

“You know Mann; I appreciate what you did for me when I was down. I do. But I’m lost. My mama died. I couldn’t even be there when she got the news she had cancer, nor when she got sick, he said dramatically, throwing his hands up as he sits up in the chair. My sister tried everything she could to help me find any way to go to the funeral from prison. They denied me cause I’m a two-time loser and that I couldn’t be around people with my background as a violent convicted felon. He smacks his lips and says, it’s f****d up; you know what I mean? Then my sister dies two years after my mama from a drive-by shooting.” Kilo rambles, scratching down into his locs, looking down between his legs as he’s reminiscing.

“Mann, that’s that hurt, but your just high and depressing. Snap out that s**t, you home now. I said, rocking his knee. And that issue with your sister. I took care of that personally. We boys, we never have to starve out here. We got each other.”

“Word, he says, indicating that he agrees with everything I say. We dap each other up just before he exhales and sits back in the chair. Life,” he says as he gets his phone out of his puma back sack.

“Damn, Mann, you haven’t been out a good day, and you already got an iPhone XR with women blowing it up.” We both giggle as I slump back on the couch with my right foot propped on the table.

I don’t know if it’s the weed that got me tripping, but it sounds like my boy has gotten soft. I remember when he shot his cousin in the face and never thought twice. Went to the funeral and lied to his people like he didn’t know who shot him. And he sat in the front row. Kilo had all the power over Boyle Heights and has always been straightforward with me. But now it seems like it’s more on his mind. And every since he got here he hasn’t looked me in my face but once. Hoping after these ten years, he has a master plan for us to level up. However, he’s looking for a building for us to that move work. Like we looking into real estate or some s**t. s**t crazy, but it might just work. It’s not like he’s let me down before, and he always made sure I was straight, so I’m with it. Coming out of deep thought, I look over to Kilo and noticed he’s saying something. “Huh, what you say, Mann? I zoned out. I’m high as hell.”

He chuckles and asks me to put my number in his phone and passes it to me. “I stopped by Staci’s crib before I went to your mama’s house. He gave me a few dollars to get some s**t I needed along with this phone. But on the real, could you fix me up? He asked as I give him his phone back. Don’t be like Staci’s ass with that nickel and dime s**t. I don’t know how to spend ten thousand to make it last, Mann.” He says, desperately sliding to the end of the chair.

I chuckle and get up from the couch. “Dude must have forgotten that you’re a real-life baller?” I say, sliding my feet into my Jardin slippers.

“All I know is it hurt me to my soul when I counted it.” He says as I laugh, stopping in my tracks and turn around to him.

“You lying,” I said, giggling.

“I just walked off with it and didn’t say shit.”

“I gotcha Mann. I turn and proceed toward the bedroom. Entering the bedroom, I forgot where I put the duffel bags of money. I walk over to the other side of the bed to see if I’ve put it in the hole in the wall that I made to stash drugs and money in, and it wasn’t there. I looked under the bed, and it wasn’t there either. So I thought someone stole my s**t. Where in the hell can it be?” I scream frustratingly as I lean over the bed as I’m on my knees. To cover the hole, I put the piece back on the wall. I get up and walk to the other side of the bed to check the closet. Opening the closet door, there the two duffle bags were. I leaned over and grabbed one of the duffle bags and placed it on the bed. At a time, I took out a thousand from the bag. I place seven hundred and fifty thousand into a plastic store bag that was already on the bed. I walk out of the room into the living room and notice he has a big grin on his face, like a kid on Christmas. I sat the bag on the coffee table in front of him. He opens the bag, and his eyes got big. He grabbed the bag of money off the table and sit down in the chair as he sits the load on the floor between his legs.

“Got damn Mann, I know I’ve counted over fifty racks already. How you get all this, Mann?” He asked as he takes out the money he has already counted as I sit on the coffee table.

“That’s the money you told me about three years before you got locked up. You know, the money you had hidden away for hard times. I said as he looked up at me with a confused look. Come on, Mann, that’s the seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars you had buried by the oak tree in the middle of the backyard of your mama's old house. You had it wrapped in an old receiving blanket. You remember that?”

“Hell nawl, I don’t remember. It looks like I was hiding money from myself. He smirked as he got up to gather the money off the floor that he took out the bag. He stuffs the money back in the bag, ties it up, and sot it on the coffee table next to me. I get up as he slaps me five. Good looking out.”

“That’s nothing Mann.”

“Say, you know where I can find Sky,” he hesitates while grabbing the bag of money and Puma bag from the chair before walking to the front door.

I laugh out loud that this man is asking about a b***h that left him hanging in prison. “Yea, she works at that new badass spot in Santa Monica as a bartender.”

“What new spot?” He asked, closing the door back up. He threw the bag over his shoulder and sot on the arm of the chair.

“The spot is called ah, ahh, I stutter, popping my fingers as I’m lost for words. Kandi - Kandi Land, that’s it,” I stutter.

“O yea, what they got going on Friday night? I walk toward the kitchen to see if that invitation I had was still on the counter.

“Is she seeing anyone?” Kilo yells out.

“Yea Mann, I hear Skys dating some music promoter. I haven’t seen her with him are anything like that to know what he looks like, but from what I’ve heard, both of them work at the club.” As I got the invitation off the floor, I screamed at the front room. Hurrying back to the living room as I get agitated by the conversation.

“So, you don’t know the dude’s name?” He asked as I enter the living room.

“Nawl, Mann, here,” I say, extending my arm to give him the invite.

“What’s this?” he says, snatching the invitation.

“That’s an invitation to the neon party they have Friday night, and if you need directions, just call the number on the card.”

“That’s what’s up,” he says, dapping me up.

“O yea, one more thing I said as I open up the door and walk over to the chair. I raised the cushion in the chair and got the nine from under it. I know you ain’t got no heat, and it’s hot out here in these streets, Mann, so here,” I say, handing him the gun.

“That’s what’s up, he says, putting the gun on his waist. Alright, Mann, I’ll holla at you tonight,” he states, tucking the bag under his arm.

“Alright,” I said, walking behind him out the door.

“I’m back, baby,” he yells out, proudly patting me on the chest as he’s walking off the porch. I giggle.

“Whatever, I see you back with your baby mama,” I say, realizing who’s car he’s in.

“Who, Keisha?”

“Yeah, that dirty b***h. I know you’re not fuckin with her again,” I sigh.

“What can I say? I like my cake and eat it too. But f**k you, let me take this girl back her car” He giggles before getting in and cranking up. I also giggle and go in to roll a blunt.