Boondocks Freeman Novels & Stories

" I quietly listened to her complaints. I didn't care about anything related to Ayden now. I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, freeing up both hands to practice latte art. As a barista, my latte art still needed work. I practiced nightly with expired beans. "By the way, Mr. Baldwin seems to be looking for you. He asked us for your contact information! "The office vibe's been toxic. Mr. Baldwin's been snapping at everyone. We've been working overtime. It's brutal." My hand that was pouring milk paused for a moment. "You did not tell him, right?" Tiffany assured me. "I'd never stab your back, Krista. You helped me when no one else would."

“You know I don’t have that kind of money.” He grins. “No. No fucking way.” I shake my head adamantly, disturbing the tendrils of smoke lingering in the air around me. “I already told you, I’m not giving up my spot.” “Thought you were sure I wouldn’t win?” Miles teases, stealing the joint back. He looks smug as fuck right now, probably because he already knows I’m about to agree to play his stupid game. Dangling the last part I need to restore the Corvette in front of me was the right play; tempting me with the ticket to my freedom.

“You ever think about doing something right for once, Mike?” Freeway blinked. “What do you mean?” Jack gave him a thin smile. “It’s not too late to stop being a parasite. But men like you rarely do.” When Jack left, Freeway stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. “So, Coleman’s back,” he murmured. “And the good lieutenant thinks I’m his errand boy.” Drogo, his small mutt, whimpered from the corner. Freeway crouched, absently scratching the dog’s ear. “We need money, huh? Can’t live on promises.”

Nods of ascent all around, and a few chuckles could be heard. “We have all had a few days off from training, and all should be rested. We will start back with the midnight shift tonight.” The crowd were divided on this, and Katalea could see Jade looking conspiratorially at her mate. “I have one more thing to share this morning, the real reason I called you all here.” She turned as the ferry docked. The ferry master himself hopped out, waving to the crowd, and made a show of securing it to the dock. A long canvas had been secured with ropes along the side. The ferry master hastened back up the gangplank, theatrically climbed to the main knot and with one tug, released the canvas. In l