V – STAPLES
This place was dead quiet, and it was making Shorty nervous. The P had explained it all to them in the limo beforehand. Shorty could remember it like it was fifteen minutes ago, because it was:
“The rules are that of that is the house that has them, boys. Now is the time we are practicing.” The P finished off his smoke and put it out on Shorty’s head. Shorty screamed.
“Aw shit, P!” The P stomped on his foot, digging in a little after impact. “Oooooh!!!” The P leaned back in his seat and looked over his crew with disgust. Murph leaned over to Shorty, who was sweating profusely and in severe pain.
“Yo, Shawty. We headin’ to Club KB. house rules, man. No smilin’, no talkin’. You awright?”
“Club KB?”
“Shhh!!!” The P kicked Shorty in the knee – right from the side, so it made that cracking sound he liked so much. “Now the limosine has at arrived and it is at the place Club KB.”
Shorty came back to the present when the waitress finally came around. She looked at the P for drink orders. The P looked to Murph, who looked to Shorty. Shorty didn’t know what to do – he was supposed to stay quiet and shit, right?
He was too scared to look back to the P and the waitress was looking impatient. He took a breath.
“Uh, yeah, the P gonna have -” BAM! A huge metal door swung open in the back of the club. Everyone would have gone quiet, but the place was quiet already – house rules. Someone was coming, although it was hard to make out exactly who it was. Shorty glanced over at the P – we was pissed. Murph – feeling bad, but pissed. Waitress – pissed.
The crowd cleared a path as this man from the backroom approached – this place was dark, shadowy – it was hard to make out anything…until he came into the light.
Shorty had only seen the P surprised a few times in his life. Once was the first time he’d ever killed another man – this was back in ’88. Second time was last week, when Shorty got all crunked and wet his pants on the P’s sofa. Third time was right now.
The P stood up. “Pheel?” Everyone gasped, but nobody did anything – Pheel made it known that the P’s voice may be heard. He would surely pay for it later in some fashion, but for now it was okay. “Why are what is it that reason it is and now you back you are being?”
Pheel nodded, and gestured for P’s crew to head to the back; into the big metal door. “Many things have changed, Peja.” The P headed out – Murph and the crew followed. When it came time for Shorty to get out of the booth, Pheel stopped him.
“Whatup, Pheel?”
Pheel rubbed his fingers together; It was a mystic gesture – mysterious, but strangely meaningful. He turned to the waitress. “Take this one downstairs.”
Downstairs? Shorty was trippin’ – what was downstairs? “What the fuck downstairs, Pheel?”
Pheel nodded as he left, and Shorty knew nothing with the crew would ever be the same again.
NEXT: ALONE
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