Free The Streets Keep Calling by Chunichi

him.
    â€œJust checking in to let you know the latest on the streets. I was driving through the hood the other day, and you will never guess who I saw on the block.”
    â€œFor some reason I think I know exactly who you saw,” I said, having a pretty good idea, then continued, “The one and only Breeze.”
    â€œYeah, man. I’d seen him posted up by the barber shop, and when I came back through a few hours later I heard he’d copped a brick from Mannie. Look like he just doing some small work, but you might want to holla at Mannie and see what’s really good. I’m surprised that nigga ain’t call you and tell you.”
    â€œNah, I ain’t heard shit from Mannie. Thanks for the report, D. I’m gonna give Mannie a call.” I said before hanging up the phone.
    I never really knew what to think of Mannie. At times he would lead me to believe that he was down for the team, and at other times he would move alone like Rambo. I couldn’t figure out why Mannie wouldn’t call and tell me Breeze was scoring from him.
    â€œTalk to me,” Mannie answered right away.
    â€œNah, that’s what I need you to do. Talk to me,” I responded.
    â€œWhat’s good, boss?”
    â€œI hear you doing a little business with Breeze?” I said, getting right to the point.
    â€œOh, yeah, yeah! He came through the hood and hollered at me. Biggs, you know he got a lot of connects. So, I was thinking, if we get that nigga to start buying from us and pushing weight like he did before he got locked up, that shit could really put money in our pockets. You feel me?” Mannie explained.
    â€œMoney in our pockets or your pockets?” I said to see where Mannie’s head was at.
    â€œCome on, Biggs. Money in my pocket is money in your pockets.”
    â€œOkay. So what Breeze talking about?”
    â€œHe talking like he ain’t really trying to push no weight, like he wanna just break shit down. But I know that shit ain’t gonna work for him. Just give him time to try it out and realize that corner shit is not him. He’ll be back for the weight. Trust me,” Mannie said, full of confidence.
    â€œAll right, Mannie. Let me know if anything changes.” I hung up the phone, then directed my attention toward Maria, who had just entered the room. “Hello, gorgeous,” I said to her. I’d been waiting for her arrival so that I could talk to her about something.
    â€œHey, baby.” Maria greeted me with a kiss.
    â€œIs there something you want to tell me?” I asked Maria, always giving her the opportunity to make things right.
    â€œBiggs, we’re not doing this again. What is it?” Maria said with little tolerance.
    â€œYou wanna tell me where Jaden got Jordans from?”
    â€œHis father.”
    â€œYeah, I know. He was very proud of his gift from his father. The kids bragged to me about the time they spent at Mount Trashmore with their other daddy. Can you explain to me why I heard that from the children instead of you?” I questioned.
    â€œHoney, I thought it was insignificant,” Maria said, reminding me of how our last conversation about Breeze went.
    â€œWhy is it you seem to think anything that has to do with your husband is insignificant?”
    â€œSoon-to-be ex-husband and I don’t need to be reminded of that. And in response to your question, it doesn’t cross my mind because it is insignificant. He is insignificant,” she said with a high-and-mighty attitude.
    â€œMaria, listen, I’ve said this once and I’m gonna say it again. But just know this is the last time I’m gonna say this. Nothing should go on between you and Breeze without me knowing about it.” I reiterated what I’d said in our last conversation that involved Breeze.
    â€œOkay, honey. I got it. I won’t make that mistake again,” Maria quickly submitted.
    â€œAll right, honey. Now,