Bets Off, UrbanFictionWriter P [good novels to read .txt] 📗

I never wanted to leave Brooklyn, but after the death of my nigga Rob I had to get the fuck outta here, shit aint been right ever since. Growning up in Brooklyn, i met Rob when we were about 11 years old. His dad was beating the hell outta him, one day so we decided to kick his ass, which didn't go to well. But from there on out we been nigga's every since.  I recently came to St. Louis to see my nigga Earl. He use to live in Brooklyn but moved because of family.  He was that one brothea from anotha motha, you could say.

I got in touch with him when I found out the homie Rob died. Earl was as close to Rob as I was we both had it set in our heart to find out what happend. "Man you still down to go hit the club tonight?" Earl asked me as he grabed his cell off the table. "Man nah..I already told you I was coo on the club bullshit. "You turning down hoes? that's new." Look J....I know you still fucked up about what happend to the nigga Rob, But I told you that were going to handle that shit, but you need to be smart about that shit. Think before you react nigga."

"Man fuck those nigga's. They ran up on Rob while he was with his wife and son man...They shot him point blank range with no fucking care, What the fuck is you talking about.? You just wanna let that shit ride, talking about be smart about it, man fuck that.." "Nigga first you need to calm the fuck down. You think I dont wanna catch the niggas who did this shit? The difference between me and you, is I think about shit before I do it. Who we gonna  ride on if you donn't know who the fuck we ridin on. You don't know how many niggas may be in on this shit." 

Earl had a point, but I was so fucked by what happend my mind only focused on taking niggas down, taking down the niggas who even had beef with Rob. "Now instead of worring about shit, you need to come down to the club with me and hook up with some hoes tonight." "Man you know I'm  with Ivy. I can't be fucking with other bitches, she'd cut my dick off and hand it to me, Fuck all that." "Why in the many hells do you still fuck with her? You know she crazy as fuck. Didn't she try to run yo ass over last year?" "Man...Hell yea she did, but I love that girl. She is crazy as fuck tho you right about that shit.

"So you down man or what?" "Yeah man damn..." As we headed to the door I knew I wasn't feeling up to talking to no trashy ass hoe, let alone trying to sleep with them. All I wanted to do was get the nigga or niggas who dealt Rob his death card. 

"1 hour later we pulled up at KittyThangs strip club. "Damn man look at all these ready and willing hoes..." We stopped at the stop light before  Earl parked his Red BMW across the street. "What type of bullshit is this Earl?" "Wat you mean?" "I thought you was taking me to some  nice ass strip club, this look like the  shack behind your moms pad." I watched Earl chuckle it up as though I was playin. "Man this is the best spot in town. Look at all these bad bitches."  "If this is the best place in town, take my ass to another town then. This is some bullshit."  Earl didn't have good taste when it came to women. The more hoeish they were, the more he loved them. I couldn't understand why a man so fucking smart, deals with bitches who aint got shit.

As we entered the club, beads of sweat started covering my face. "Damn...It's hot as hell in this bitch. Niggas don't gotta AC or nothin?" Feeling how hot it was I was already ready to leave. "Aye man I'm be over here talking to this chick real quick.' "Yea aight..'  I found an empty booth, in the corner, I watched everyone, but all I could think about was Rob and his family.  I called the waiter over for a bottle of Patron and a shot glass. I just wanted to escape, my mind.  A few moments later Earl showed up with 2 women. "  "J this is Kayla and..." "Hi I'm Anna." The whole 30 mintues I've been in this club I haven't seen one fine women until I met Anna. "I found these lovely ladies, by themselves so I thought I'd bring them over for a nice friendly chat."  Earl said eyeing Kayla. I admit she was cute. Nice long light brown hair, brown eyes, dark skin, slim, about 5'8. She was cute but Anna her friend was a 20.  She had a strong spanish accent. Curly shoulder lenght hair, hazel eyes, natural tan light golden brown skin, she stood at about 5'5, her body was out of this fucking world. Her red and black dress outlined her figure perfectly. 

She had that figure most men wanted their women to have. I was an ass man, and that she had. I had to admit she was even sexyer than Ivy is. 'You ladies can have a seat right here, Kayla you next to me....Anna next to my boy J. I see you already got the drinks.." I watched Earl do his pimp thing as usual. Kayla fell head line and sinker. "So did your mom really name you J or does it stand for something?" Anna said placing her purse on the table. "Jordan..." "Okay Jordan...You don't seem like the type to go out to clubs like these?" "And how would you know that? you just met me." "I can pick up things about people real quick, I call it a gift.

"Yea ok..."  I took my second shot of Patron...I could feel the first shot, but it couldn't wipe away the thoughts of Rob. I was starting to feel a little angry. "Man forget this..We need to go." Earl looked at me as though I was trippin. "I'm not ready to go yet." He said eyeing both ladies. "Look you can chill here if you want to but I'm out." I could hear Earl calling for me as I heading towards the Exit. We had no time to fuck with hoes, I needed to find out what the streets were saying back home. 

Ten mintues later Earl came running out of the club. "Aye yo wait up...What the fuck is wrong with you nigga? you had to  beautiful hoes ready and willing...?" "I already told you I'm not about fuckin hoes. We need to find out why the fuck Rob lost his life. That's all I care about right now. "Aye wait..." Earl's reaction changed, his face got real serious. "Look lets go back, and make a few calls, I got some people on the street were we use to live back in Brooklyn.  If you wanna know some shit the people I know has that information." We hopped in the BMW and drove back to Earls house.

 We got back to Earl's apartment, to be met by some of his friends. "Aye yo Earl...where you been nigga? I been lookin for you." "Aye you know me, doing my thang.." Earl gave his friend a hoodhand shake, only known to the real niggas  where we came from. Some of Earls friends were friends from back in the day. One of them being this shady ass nigga named  Trevor. Trevor was  a bitch mad nigga. He was like a female, all he did was talk and gosspi about shit he knew nothing about. I couldn't stand him. I always thought something was off about him, but Earl insist that he's coo peeps. "What brings you around these parts playa?" Earl said unlocking the front door. 

"I heard about Rob man...That's some fucked up shit. My homeboy told me about it today.' As Trevor talked, I was getting heated. What the fuck did he know about Rob? He never met the man in his life. I sat on the couch throwing my keys on the coffee table. Trevor took the seat a few seats away from me. He knew I didn't care for him, it wasn't a secret. "How  you doin J? I know Rob was your friend to so I know this must be some painful shit." " I'm gud man.." I quickly got up and left the room.  I had no intentions on talking to a fake ass nigga under no cirumstances.  Earl and Trevor continued their conversation. I could hear them both in the distance as I got closer to my room. I closed the door behind me, throwing myself onto my bed staring at the ceiling fan.

Mintues later my phone started to ring. I picked it up the caller ID read Future wife, which I knew was Ivy. "Hey baby...."  I heard excitment in her voice. We haven't spoken for 3 days. She's been busy with her art, that we haven't really had time to talk. "Aye my Arisit...Wat you up to?" "Nothing much...taking a 30 min break from my art show." "Baby you know I wish I could be there but I got some shit going on right now." "I know baby...I know you feeling a little fucked up from Robs death. I just want you to remember what I said. I don't want you involved in some bullshit. Let the law deal with it J." Ivy always had double sided rules. If I were to tell her to let the law deal with it had it been her best friend, she would have said fuck that and handled her business. "Promise me you will not get yourself caught up in some shit J" "I'm not going to promise anything, but I will be careful." "Baby I gotta go, I have 5 min to get ready. I'm sorry I didn't call while I was on my break earlyer, you know the story already. I gotta go baby bye..."  Before I could respond she hung up.

I threw my phone on the other side of the bed.