“I didn’t think so.”
“What’s everybody standing around for?” Drew barked and his crew scattered. Me and Drew shook hand again and I left.
I told Nick and Jamaica that I would meet them back at The Late Night and I got in the car with Bobby. When he started heading in that direction, I stopped him.
“Let’s go by and see Silky,” I said and Bobby laughed because he knew what I had in mind for him.
Silky was a gorilla pimp. For those of you who don’t know, that means the nigga pimps his hoes through brute force instead of proper pimping, which is done through finesse. That's why his hoes look rough and beat up ’cause that nigga be kickin’ their ass. That’s why I don’t like him.
I don’t approve of men putting their hands on women.
I was going to kill him about a year ago, but André stopped me. “Silky’s a good earner, Mike,” was what André told me that night.
But fuck that.
“Time to let a little pain outta the bag,” Bobby said, and drove a little faster to the spot where he runs his hoes. “Ugly mutha fucka.”
He doesn’t like Silky either.
When we got there, Bobby spotted Silky right away. Shit, you couldn’t miss his ass in the white fur coat and hat he was wearing. He was doing what gorilla pimps do, slapping around one of his women. We parked the car, got out and walked up to him slowly.
“Hey, Bobby,” one said as we passed her.
“Hey, Black,” another said. “You ain’t out here shopping, are you?”
“No, baby. Just going to have a little talk with your daddy, that’s all,” I said, and kept walking toward Silky.
“I was gonna say if you was, I was available.”
I turned around, “I’ll keep that in mind, baby,” I said, walking backwards for a few steps.
“You really wanna fuck that hoe?” Bobby asked.
“Not even with somebody else's dick,” I said.
It wasn’t that she was a bad looking woman; she actually looked pretty good, but I still wasn’t remotely interested in her.
As we got close enough for Silky to see us coming, he immediately tapped his muscle, Joe Bones, on the shoulder and started walking away. That probably had something to do with the fact that I told him, fuck what André said, I was gonna kill him the next time I saw him.
“What you niggas want?” Joe Bones said, and Bobby punched him in the face; Bobby grabbed Joe Bones and kept punching him down to the ground. When Silky saw this, he started running, but he didn’t get very far before I caught up with him.
I grabbed him by that fur coat and pulled him back towards me. I punched him in the face. “Why you running, Silky?”
“You said you would kill me next time you saw me. And besides, everybody heard what you did to Emmet last night. Either way, I ain’t want no parts of you,” he said as Bobby caught up.
“What’s up, Silky?” He punched Silky in the face over and over. “Did Mike tell you that we were gonna beat you to death?” Silky’s eyes bucked open and Bobby hit him again.
“I was just getting to that.” I reached back and punched him again and he went down from the force of the blow.
As Silky’s women gathered and watched quietly, me and Bobby kicked him in the face and then stomped Silky repeatedly about his head, his shoulders, and his back. Then Bobby grabbed Silky and pulled him to his feet. He reached back, hit him again and he stumbled towards me. I picked Silky up, threw him on top of a car so hard that it cracked the windshield.
“Kick his ass,” one of his women said softly.
“Yeah,” another said.
“Kill that mutha fucka, Black!” the one that offered herself to me shouted and that started a chant.
“Kill him! Kill Him!”