Bad Boys Need Love Too 3 A Cincinnati Street King's Love Story (excerpt)

             “That’s what I like to hear my nigga. Carly is back in business baby!”

Carlyone ducked inside of the driver’s side of the vehicle that he was in to retrieve the mason jar that he kept his different strains of marijuana and cigarillos in. He figured that he might as well roll up and enjoy the weather and his hood while he waited for Zavia to pull up which should be any minute now. As soon as he was back outside of the car, he and the Cholly nigga, noticed a car slow creeping towards where they were posted and chilling.

Carlyone had been absent from the hood for a while which is what prompted his next question, “yo Cholly, you know who the fuck this is pulling down all slow like this? Whose whip is that?”

Before Cholly could get one word out, the car sped up towards them with the tinted passenger side window down, and the barrel of a gun visibly noticeable. Carlyone seen it and acted just as fast, retrieving the gun that he carried and called Bae from the waistband of the denim shorts that he wore. Cholly wasn’t new to the shit either being a hood veteran with just as many years as Carlyone under his belt if not more, he took his gun out as well as they both started shooting first. They both ducked behind Carly’s vehicle as the other car approached them with bullets flying from both directions. They were in the middle of a real live shoot out in the middle of broad daylight although that was nothing surprising to see in the housing projects that raised Carlyone and all his niggas.

“Who the fuck is these niggas Cholly?” Carlyone shouted above the chaos and noise of guns being shot off while he continued to fire back at the unknown assailants.

Not a moment later after Carlyone asked that did Zavia pull up in the middle of the action. Carlyone spotted her car and immediately ran toward her direction as if he was all of a sudden oblivious to what they were in the middle of.

“Z, don’t move baby, stay right fucking there,” he shouted.

He didn’t want or need her suffering the same fate as Shereen had, at least not yet anyway. He needed Zavia for his next come up.

“Don’t move,” Carlyone shouted once more before he felt a sharp pain in his leg and fell to the concrete pavement in the concrete jungle of the city that raised him and all his boys.

Carlyone got up from the ground and limped toward Zavia as she pulled a gun from her purse and upped it, releasing the bullets through the air at the occupants of the vehicle that was shooting at Carlyone. Carlyone turned around and hopped backward as he began shooting again with Zavia covering him. Cholly was reloading his gun to let off more shots as well and as soon as it began it was over as the dark painted vehicle sped away.

“Carly baby what the fuck? We gotta get you to a hospital,” Zavia cried as she ran to his aid once the vehicle was out of sight.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was Z. Help me to the car,” he demanded as a trail of his blood followed him. 

He had forgotten about his car and Cholly and everything else that was going on around him including the people who were coming out from ducking and dodging slugs. The only thing on Carlyone’s mind was who the fuck it was that was shooting at him.

“When we get to UC just drop me off, you don’t know me, you saw me on the side of the road and gave me a ride,” he instructed as they headed toward the University of Cincinnati Medical Center dubbed UC for short.

Zavia nodded her head to acknowledge the instructions given to her before speaking, “who was that Carly?”

“I don’t fucking know but lemme find out that was Breeze ass or he had any fucking thing to do with it,” he fumed.               

“Breeze?” Zavia quizzed as she weaved through traffic to keep her boo from bleeding all over the upholstery of her brand-new car.

She loved him but she didn’t want the nigga fucking up her shit. She had bust many moves and danced at many parties during the time that he was in prison so that shit was right when he came home, starting with the car that she picked him up in, a 2018 gold Chevy Camaro with matching rims and tinted windows, of course.

“Yes, Breeze. You know that nigga and his bitch been plotting and planning against us since Shereen fucked up that play. The nigga sat in my face and told me that he wasn’t about to be second to me or nobody. Who the fuck else got beef with me and I been locked up for damn near two years?” Carlyone made a point.

“I feel it baby but you just spent some money with him. Wouldn’t it be dumb to fuck up that business? I mean money is money,” Zavia queried of the pack that he had just gotten from Breeze and the same pack that he was in the hood with when he got shot.

“You smarter than that Zavia, keep up. The nigga wants me to think shit sweet,” Carlyone looked out of the windshield and kept his eyes glued to the road ahead of them.