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The Get Back | 11

"Learn something new every day mmm", I say in a whispering tone.

From that point, we ate our lunch and shared a couple of laughs about regular people shit. TV shows, life and family. Ricardo seems like a real genuine dude...so far and umm I know I got to talk to Monae about what the fuck I just heard.

But it makes sense, she put me on the plug for some reason. Maybe she trying to get back on this wave too.

Maybe.

Later that Night...

I leaned back in my driver seat as my eyes diverted back and forth, watching the traffic lights change colors and the cars coming to a stop. I can't even lie, I'm nervous as hell but it aint no time to back down now.

I agreed to get this paper so now I gotta do what I gotta do. There were some homeless people walking passed the restaurant where we all ate lunch at earlier while some tourist walked and spoke excitedly through the streets.

"5 till", I said as I looked at the clock in my car before slightly turning up the volume on the radio.

"Hey this is Michael Basin and you're now listening to 98.7 Kiss FM. This station is all about grown folk's music, so I want you wine down and turn your speakers up as the smooth sound of Luther Vandross, So Amazing play through your speakers...Keep it sexy ya'll"

Love has truly been good to me
Not even one sad day
Or minute I had since you come my way
I hope you know I gladly go
Anywhere you take me

It's so amazing to be loved
I'd follow you to the moon in the sky above

"Sappy ass love song", I chuckled to myself as closed my eyes then opening them again.

My attention turned to my window as I watched a white van pull up to myside and turning their hazard lights on. I adjusted the gun on my hip as I watched a short, fat Spanish nigga with an all-black trench coat approach my window. He had stringy hair with a big mole on the side of his cheek.

I know this nigga got problems getting pussy with the mug he got, I thought to myself as he tapped on my window. I proceeded to press the window down button. Slightly cracking it.

"You Eric?", he questions in a thick Columbian accent.

"Whose asking?", I questioned back, placing my hand on my waistband.

"Ricardo said you'd be here. Follow me", he spat with a snarl.

I don't really like messing with these Columbians either, they got something against us blacks too. I'm getting antsy as fuck messing with all these fucking foreigners. I watched his hazard lights turn off, slowly creeping away from the side of my car.

I proceeded to put my car in drive as I followed behind this van, down dark backstreets. I should of took Quan or Monae with me to do this shit in case I needed to peel a nigga cap back. I'm smarter than this but that 25,000 dollars rang in my head like a beautiful sonnet.

Cruising through the backstreets of Harlem, I noticed that we were quickly in Washington Heights and approaching the cleaners like Ricardo said. I slowly decelerated the car as I pulled up to the driver side of the Van, facing dude.

I rolled down my passenger window, "We good?"

He nodded as he leaned on his window, "Ju go ahead and do what you gotta do... That alley right there" he pointed before looking back at me. My Name is Pablo" he said as he put the car in drive and pulled off.

I watched him make a right turn before completely disappearing. I sucked my teeth and parallel parked my Benz and killing the engine. Running my hand down my face, I closed my eyes and said a small prayer to myself.