“No, I heard stank-ass very clearly,” she said and got in the back seat.
“That shit was rude,” Marvin said and got in.
“Whatever, nigga,” RJ said and got in.
Once she told Marvin where to go, he closed his door, started the car, rolled down all the windows, put the air on blast and drove off.
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” RJ looked back and said.
“How you know where Psych is?” Marvin asked as he drove.
She took a breath. “I suck dick real good, and I got good pussy, so he comes and takes me to his spot, I suck his dick then we smoke and do whatever,” she said.
“And then he drops you back off when he’s done with you,” Marvin said. He agreed that they should try to help her, because that was no way to live.
“What’s your name?” RJ asked.
“Carmelita.”
“Who’d you used to be?” Marvin asked.
“Why do you even care?”
“Because we want to help you get that life back,” RJ told her and the expression on her face changed to something a bit softer, but it didn’t last.
“You’ll be helping me out a whole lot when you put them two bills in my empty hands.” They rode in silence the rest of the way until Carmelita pointed and said, “Over there on the left.”
“Oh, yeah, this is the place,” Marvin said as they drove by and saw the men standing outside. They kept going and parked around the corner. They got out of the car and Marvin reached in his pocket. He counted off two hundred dollars and started to hand it to Carmelita.
“My name is Marvin. I run The Four Kings.” He handed her the money and she kissed it. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
She smiled. “I know who you are, Money Marv. You too, RJ. Y’all just don’t remember me.” She held up the money. “Thank you for this. And thank you for the offer.” She started walking away from them. “I’ma think about it for real.”
RJ and Marvin watched her walk away. “Sad.”
“For sure. You don’t remember her?”
“No, should I?”
“She graduated with us, Money. She used to fuck with Byron.”
“That’s her?” Marvin pointed.
“It used to be.”
“She used to be fine!”
“Than a mutha fucka. I thought I recognized her, that’s why I asked her her name.”
“Sad,” Marvin said again.
“So, Money, what you wanna do?”
“There’s at least five or six guys out there.”
“And more inside,” RJ pointed out.