Xplicit [#Wattys2016]

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Jaheim was still on the streets in The Bronx at one o'clock in the morning, trying to sell the rest of these rocks. He was on the come-up in the game and his performance tonight determined everything. Jaceon, his older brother and his right hand man was suppose to be here with him but he wanted to go party at some club. Jah being the hustler he is turned down Jace's offer and now he was out here in the cool New York wind alone.

A small woman, who looked like she would blow away if a gust of wind hit her, approached Jah. Her hair was jet black and her ends dyed red, her baggy pants were loose on her but her shirt was overly tight and she stank like a muthafucka'. Jah had to obtain her smell while she was in his face.

"Waddup, what can I help you wit'?"
Jah asked the crackhead.

"Nigga don't be stupid! You know what I want. What'chu got?" The woman asked.

"I got the best. I got coke, kush, whatever you want. You gotta tell me."

The woman sucked her yellow stained teeth. "Fuck all that, I want some regular weed."

Jah clenched his teeth. He was the type who couldn't tolerate someone talking shit to him for too long, especially not no crackhead. "Ight, chill the fuck out. I got a pound for two hundred," Jah looked the woman up and down with a mean mug placed on his face.

"Two pounds for four hunnit'." The woman took a couple of crinkled bills out her pant pocket and held it out for Jah. He grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pants.

Jah looked around cautiously before taking out two pounds of weed and handed it to the woman. She opened the bag slightly and smelled the weed, when she confirmed it was what she wanted a smile spread across her face.

"Thank you youngin." The woman said before walking away.

Jah hated to be called that but he was indeed young, but no one would know with his manly structured face, semi-toned body, rich dark complexion and 6'1 stamina. People always assumed that Jaheim was in his late twenties but the young boy was actually twenty years old, turning twenty-one soon.

Ever since the tragic death of his mother and father Jaheim had been living with his older brother Jaceon, who was also a dope boy. Jah had dropped out of school his last year of high school, due to his parents' deaths, he just could not focus so now here he was trying to make some way out of the Bronx.

The night grew and Jah had sold the last of the products. It was too late to bring the money to his boss, Lock, so he decided he'd take a cab to one of the trap houses since Jace had the car, they shared, for the night.

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Jah was always a cautious person. He got down from the cab two blocks away from one of Lock's many trap houses and walked until he was in front of the secured, raggedy warehouse. Jah took out his owned key and unlocked the two doors until he was sure it was unlocked, when he confirmed it was unlocked, he stepped in and locked both doors behind him, one at a time.

"Yo!" Jah called out. He knew there was people in there, they were probably high as fuck. He shook his head, passing the half naked hoes bagging the products.

"Yo! Where y'all at?!" Jah called again.

Cheeks, a young, short and scrawny dude who was also on the come up, came into view. "The fuck is you yelling for bruh?" His eyes were low and the base in his voice was instantly heard.

"If y'all asses wasn't getting high, y'all would of heard me and I wasn't gon' have to yell dumbass. Y'all not suppose to be high in this muthafucka' anyway. Lock gon' kick all ass fa'real." Jah shook his head and dapped some more of the guys.

"Yo, this shit crazy right here mane. Some niggas just shot up that club over there on 3rd. That Xplicit club, mane a nigga been tryna get in that shit since I heard about it." Dope said, watching the exclusive, live news from the cheap box TV. Dope was a veteran in the game, that no one ever fucked with but he made a few dollars here and there.

Cheeks sucked his teeth. "They wasn't gonna let your old ass in there nigga." He stated with his heavy New York accent.

While the guys talked their usual shit, Jah's mind went blank. He remembered that club name from somewhere but he couldn't put his finger on it. Jah passed his hands through his head full of freshly brushed waves, it was bothering him that he couldn't remember where he heard the shit. "Fuck." He mumbled. Jah stood firm with his hands in his pockets. He thought long and hard while the TV reporter continued her story.

I'm Miranda Valle, here at the nationwide famous stripclub, Xplicit, where not to long ago there was a massive shooting. Seven people killed and twelve seriously injured. The names of the deceased club-goers are yet to be announced. Stay tuned.

"Damn son.." Quentin mumbled. Everyone's eyes were glued to the television while Jah was in his own thoughts. Jah repeated the club name in his head over and over until he stopped. His eyes grew wide and his feet felt limp. "Wait..." He said more so to himself. "Where is this club?"

"Nigga this club got everybody talking and you don't know where it's at." Dope said.

"Fuck! Nigga just tell me where the shit at!"

"It's on Dockman Street and 3rd."

"Shit!" Jah nearly jumped. His brother! He remembered Jace telling him if he needed anything, come to Dockman Street and 3rd. "Yo, I'm out. If they say the names of the muthafuckas that got murked, hit my line ASAP!"

Jah picked up his pace and ran out of the trap house not even locking the two doors behind him, fuck everything he needed to make sure his brother was alright. He called a cab and sprang down two blocks. When he got two blocks down, he waited on the cab impatiently, tapping his foot rapidly on the hard pavement.

The cab finally arrived and Jah hopped in, telling the old man the address to Xplicit. "Hurry up man." Jah told the cab driver impatiently. He sat back into the seat as his mind raced miles per second.

Jah would've prayed but he didn't believe God liked him, he never did things in Jah's favor, he was just hoping this was not the case. Jah thought about how his brother was the only one he had left and how God couldn't be so cruel to take Jaceon away from him, but Jah's thoughts were cut short when his iPhone rung in his pocket. Jah shuffled quickly retrieving his phone and when he saw Cheeks name on the caller ID he quickly swiped the screen, answering the call. "Waddup son, talk to me." Jah said, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Yo, you needa get down to that club faster then you think, hood."

"Why? Waddup? You ain't saying shit right now son!" Jah said becoming irritated. There was a long sigh on the phone and Jah rubbed his face in his hands, fustrated. "Talk to me!" He was now shouting in the back of the cab.

"I think your brother one of the niggas that got popped. The news lady wasn't pronouncing his name right, B. So I'm not sure just get down there!"

Jah went into a mind twist as the taxi came to a stop. "You here." The man said with an Italian accent. Jah threw a hundred dollar bill at him running out of the cab. From where Jah was running, he could see Feds zipping up body bags.

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A/N: Short and quick but it's something so please vote and comment! Tell what you think us going to happen and more. The next chapter will interesting and lengthy. Sorry again for the wait and short chapter :/