Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George Page B

over.
    When Pop made it over to the truck he noticed that it was blood everywhere.
    â€œHe isn’t hit bad is he?” Pop asked, scared to look.
    â€œNah, I’m good, B,” Fresh slurred, clutching his shoulder.
    â€œWhere you hit at?” Rusty asked.
    â€œI took one in the shoulder, hand, and my thigh,” Fresh responded as he saw Melissa’s car pull up to the scene.
    â€œOh my God!” Amanda screamed as she rushed over to the truck.
    â€œ Papi, are you okay?”
    â€œYeah, I’m good baby, its only a flesh wound,” Fresh lied as he heard sirens getting louder and louder.
    â€œYo, Rusty, get rid of these hammers before the police get here,” Fresh instructed, still trying to lead his squad while he was down.
    Rusty quickly snatched Fresh’s .40-caliber from his waistband and handed both guns to Melissa.
    â€œGet these out of here,” Rusty ordered sharply.
    â€œI got you,” she responded as she tossed the guns in her trunk.
    â€œPop, give me your gun too,” Melissa said, not wanting Pop to get in any trouble.
    Once she had all the guns, she quickly hopped in her car and rode right past the police as if nothing ever happened. Pop smirked, thinking how cool she acted under pressure. There were no tears or questions. I just might have found my Bonnie, he thought.
    Thirty seconds later the streets were flooded with police cars and flashing lights. They made sure they questioned every innocent bystander in sight only to hear everyone give the same answer: “I didn’t see or know nothing.”
    As each minute passed more people arrived to see what was going on.
    The paramedics placed Fresh on the stretcher and began to roll him to the ambulance.
    As Fresh laid on the stretcher, he stared out at the sea of black faces watching him. In his mind he knew who had done this to him, now it was time to retaliate; Bamboo had to pay for this one. Fresh couldn’t help but be embarrassed as he was getting rolled to the ambulance.
    â€œIt’s all part of the game,” Fresh said to himself as the ambulance doors closed.

Chapter Seven
    Pop woke up the next day still thinking about what had happened to Fresh.
    It’s crazy how fast shit can get fucked-up, Pop thought to himself as he saw a head peek through the door.
    â€œHey, baby, I made you some breakfast,” Nika whispered as she entered the room.
    â€œThank you, baby,” Pop said, finally sitting up.
    â€œYou still thinking about what happened last night?” Nika asked, already knowing the answer.
    â€œYeah,” he began quietly. “It’s just crazy how fast that shit popped off.”
    â€œYou just lucky that it wasn’t you in the back of that ambulance, you got a lot to be grateful about,” she reminded him.
    â€œYeah, I know,” he said, rubbing his chin.
    â€œCheer up, baby, it always could be worst. Fresh is still alive, right?” Nika stated cheerfully as she got undressed.
    â€œI guess you right,” Pop said as he watched Nika’s fat ass jiggle as she walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
    â€œYo, hurry up because we still have to meet this car dealer nigga in an hour,” Pop yelled loud enough for her to hear him.
    Pop was so excited he couldn’t sit still. Rusty had set him up with the car dealer that him and Fresh always dealt with, so Pop didn’t have to show pay stubs and go through all that other bullshit ... just pay, sign, and be out.
    When Pop and Nika stepped foot on the car lot they felt like little kids in a candy store.
    â€œDamn, look at that Lex,” Nika said, pointing to a beautiful dark red vehicle.
    â€œYou must be Pop,” the Italian car dealer stated.
    â€œYeah, that’s me,” Pop answered, shaking the Italian man’s hand.
    â€œTake your time, when you’re ready I’ll be in my office,” the Italian salesman said before he disappeared inside the small