Free TYCE by Shareef Jaudon

into?" Tyce asked.
"Shit, starvin’. I had to get out tha house for a minute, you know Tasha's ass?"
"Yeah I could imagine."
"So what's good with ya? Any word from Biz?"
Omar questioned.
    A loud horn blared from behind his truck and Omar squinted at the rear view mirror. A balding over weight white man was raising both hands in the air silently asking what was taking so long as he laid on the horn again.
"Hold up T." Omar said grabbing his door handle.
    He got out the car and opened the back door of his truck. The man froze behind the wheel when he saw Omar get out. He almost pissed in his pants when he saw a horse like Doberman jump out the back seat unleashed! The fat man began to panic as he realized he was trapped in the drive thru line with no escape. Omar and Bonnie walked briskly up to the tiny “ Nissan Sentra ” that Mr. Fat was crammed into. With shaky hands, the frightened man fumbled with the handle trying to roll the window up but it was too late, Omar was already at the driver side door. Bonnie’s massive head was level with the window and her eyes narrowed in on his face. The man's head instinctively backed away from the dog but he didn't dare make any sudden movements. Omar’s face appeared next to his dog like they were taking a picture together.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU HONKING FOR?!!" Omar shouted. Yo big ass don't even need to be her nigga! You need to hurry up and wait...now, honk that FUCKIN’ horn  one  more  muthafuckin’ time and I'ma let my dog munch on yo greasy ass! You extra hungry ass muthafucka! SPEAK BONNIE!" Omar boomed tapping her on the side.”
"RRROUUGGGHHH!!! RRROUUGGGHHHHRRRR!!! Bonnie threatened.
    The man's eyes were as big as pool balls and his face turned two shades whiter than it was before. He’d raised his hand up to protect his face in case the dog attacked him. Bonnie’s breath shot at his face and made his eyes water and blink rapidly. His ribs were pressing against the armrest as he leaned back almost in the passenger seat. His obese body shook like a spin cycle as a dark circle began to form and spread over his pudgy crotch. Omar chuckled at his accident and pulled Bonnie back by the collar. He stood up and walked casually back to his truck letting Bonnie jump back in her seat as  he returned to his.
"My fault Tyce." Omar apologized picking up the phone still laughing.
"What tha fuck was that?" Tyce asked.
"Naw, this fat bastard was honkin' and shit in tha drive thru. I had to get out and tell him to shut tha fuck up. Shit, Bonnie made that nigga piss on himself! That shit was funny as fuck tho!"
"You crazy nigga!" Tyce added his laughter. “I bet he aint hungry now?"
"Hell naw!"
"Wasup tho?" Omar asked eyeing the man in the rearview mirror.
"Oh yeah, tomorrow night meet me at tha spot, we need to talk about that move." Tyce remembered.
    "Aight, what time?"
    "I need you there round nine."
    "Bet." Omar confirmed.
"And naw, I aint heard shit from Biz but keep ya antennas up."    Tyce advised.
"Always my nigga do tha same." Omar said lowering his window to place his order and hanging up.
    Omar was ready to hear what is homeboy had in mind, whatever it was meant more money for him and he damn sure was ready for that shit!

 
     
     
    The Meeting
     
     
          Tyce was there an hour before everyone arrived. The warehouse was home to him; it was where he'd lived after he ran away from the group home. Later on he bought the abandoned building and used it as his head quarters, it wasn't much, but it was private and low key. The old home brought back memories, this is where he’d planned and plotted the moves that changed his whole life. This was the building where he ate countless cans of tuna fish and bowls of chicken flavored “ Ramen Noodles ” but he was far from that memory now. Tyce was dressed casually in a cream and red “ Michael Jordan” jump suit as he walked around the open space. Three hundred dollar matching J's decorated his feet and his barber