Free IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) by KELVIN F JACKSON Page B

from jail the only quickie’s he’d had were his first two nuts. Outside of that he’d been, Fucking . Mattie felt his hardness pressing against her thigh and smiled. She was thinking the same thing.
     
    “Later,” K said remembering the money he had in the streets.
     
    As they were on their way out to the parking lot, K was thinking how fortunate he was to have a down ass bitch like Mattie. Sure she had her flaws and made some mistakes, but so had he. Nobody was perfect. Of course he had his pick of the litter in a new town, but who wanted to go through the motions of trying to learn the ways and likes and dislikes of a new chick. Especially when he had 90% of everything he wanted right here with Mattie. Of course the pussy was so good that it had his perception off, and t rust should have accounted for much more of the 10% that he gave it.
     
    His thoughts were cut off as he walked down the sidewalk and saw Reebie talking to a cat in a big body green Lexus with chrome factory rims. He was a pretty boy, who looked harmless. But looks could always be deceiving. As hard as K had looked to find a low spot to rest easy, Reebie had blown it up just that quick. Mattie looked at K and knew what he was thinking, as well as how he felt about niggah’s knowing where he slept.
     
    “Don’t worry baby I’ll talk to her,” said Mattie as she heard Reebie laughing and pointing to the door of the condo.
     
    “Yeah Ma. You do that.”
     
     
     
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    K cruised slowly down Turner Street which was one of the hottest blocks in the town, looking for one of his workers. While Dante and Skulls had been out and about making moves, K had been doing some recruiting of his own. There was much too much paper floating for K to sit back and wait for somebody else to make things happen. And of course K being the Crimedanch bred hustler that he was, he had go getta in his blood. The sun was setting giving the sky a burnt orange tint. There were various crowds and crews making guap and doing their thing in the six hundred block of Turner. K had found out from his own investigating that there were niggah’s from Jersey, N.Y., Philly and Pittsburg in the town getting their grind on. This wasn’t K’s first venture OT (outta town) so he knew h ow to maneuver in this type of a tmosphere.
     
    He got caught by the red light on 6th street and was able to get a better view of the area. K saw some local cats standing in front of the corner store bodega on the corner. He didn’t see who he was looking for, but one of the cats on the corner noticed the Caddy. G’d -up gave a head gesture saying what’s up and K nodded letting him know shit was all good. Once the light turned green K pulled off cruising slowly in search of a parking spot. He found a spot midway down the block, just after a bar called Trinkles , and pulled in. He removed the .45 caliber Glock from under the armrest and slid it into his waistband. The extended clip made his shirt poke out a little, but he really didn’t give a fuck. Shit is real in these streets, he reasoned. K leaned against the caddy.
     
    “Yo what’s up fam ?” said G coming down the sidewalk.
     
    “You know the struggle youngun . Tryin to make moves, I got mouths to feed. What’s good witchu ?”
     
    “I been trying to holla at Dark, but he said shit was dry. I’m trying to make a move.”
     
    “ Watchu workin wit. I just touched down (got back in town),” said K.
     
    G had been buying ounces pretty consistently and K knew he had the potential to be a big customer. K didn’t believe in going to the top by himself. Before he had got