Double Duece- Major's point of view Ch. 4

"Major what we gon do today?" my dog Donche asked while i was playing the new sonic game on the sega we stole from that old ass lady's house yesterday night. I ignored his question trying to get Sonic to get the ring in the circle, i grabed my gin and juice and drank. "Major!" He laughed
"Shut the hell up! shit always annoying the shit out of somebody." i yelled and threw the controller out the tv. "Sorry Major just chill." This Nigga knew to never get on my bad side. "Ay yo! You know what i heard? There some cops going round the neighborhood" My boy Satan said.
"What?" i glanced at him quick. 5-0 knew never to mess with me after we done scared them off.
"Yeah, some nigga and some cracker cop". he laughed. "Let's go!" I told my crew. "Where we going?" one of my crew boys said. "To just chill, smoke some weed." I said. I wanted to see those cops for myself, I needed to know who had the nerve to mess with me after what happened to that hoe and her kid. We went out side and walked a few blocks. "Dame! Look at that ride!" Satan pointed to some nice ride. Probably belong to one of them rich white folks. My boy John sat on the trunk. "How you like me now yo!" He laughed and we joined in. Just then some some black dude come up out of no where, punches John and throws him to the ground and points a gun at us. Like i was scared to die. He got John's name too.

"The names Hawk" he says and jerks his head at the Irish cop. "His names Spenser. You care to promulgate the first rule?" The Irish cop says "First rule, don't sit on Hawk's car."
"Any questions?" He asked us. "Yeah!" I called out.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Major."
"What's your question Major."
"You a white man's nigga?"
"I suppose you could say i'm nobody's nigga" he said.
He seem like one of those rich niggas that read the books, he think he better then me cause he go to some rich white school. Big house probably too in his little Gucci or Prada crap clothes he wearing. Now he got a rich white man running him like a slave, he so blind.
"How come you brought him with you?" i asked.
"Company, you run this outfit?" he asked. He not as dumb as he looks.
"We all together here, man. You got some problem with that?" I was waiting for him to challenge me. The Hawk dude smiled.
"Not yet."

I grinned back at him. Challenge accepted bitch.
"Not sure John Porter believe that entirely." I said.
"He's not dead." Hawk said.
I nodded. "Okay, he be bruising your ride, now he ain't. What you want here?"
"We the new Department of Public Safety." Hawk said.
"Which means what?"
"Which means that starting right now, you obey the 11th commandment or we bust your ass." he said.
"You Iron?" i asked, like i read a dame bible. these peps around here must be desperate to get these dudes right here.
"We the iron here." he said.
"What's the 11th commandment?"
"Leave everybody else the fuck alone." he said.
"You and the Irish?"
"Uh huh." he nodded.
"Two guys?"
"Uh huh."

I laughed and low fived my dog Nate, these cops in for some trouble and they don messed with the wrong niggas.
"Good luck to you, motherfuckers" and signaled my crew out. We laughed like crazy. "Let's go smoke a blunt, this is gonna be interesting."
"Look like ya'll were playing a game of cards with that talk." Satan said.
"We'll call it a draw." I smiled.