Chapter FiveBumpy pushed the Lincoln Town Car, gangsta leaning and blowing smoke at the windshield. He nodded his head to some Curtis Mayfield, taking in the scenery as he drove through the Los Angeles streets. The mothafucka was so laid back, you wouldn’t have thought he had a dead body in the trunk of his f*****g car, but he did. What he was doing wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, especially since he’d started working for Big Meat. Hell, this was like any other day at the office for him. Homeboy had gotten rid of more bodies than he could count on both hands, so his current situation wasn’t a big deal for him.
Bumpy glanced up in the rear view mirror as he was blowing gas. His hooded eyelids snapped wide open when he saw a police car behind him, flashing its colorful lights.
