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FROM TEARS OF A HUSTLER
"I don’t care who wins. I just want to see somebody get
knocked the fuck out,” G-money slurred as he slid out of the vehicle. “Damn
I’m twisted right now,” he admitted.
“I’m kinda saucey too,” Eraser Head said, with a hint of Grey Goose still on
his breath.
“Be a good ass fight,” Pauleena said out loud as she and Malcolm took their
seats.
“Yes this is going to be entertaining,” Malcolm agreed.
“It better be,” Pauleena said as she saw G-money and Eraser Head headed in
her direction.
“What’s good ma, how you feeling?” G-money said, walking past Malcolm like
he was invisible, as he hugged Pauleena tightly. As he hugged Pauleena, he
purposely brushed his hand across her ass. “Let’s go half on a baby,” he
whispered in her ear.
Pauleena laughed out loud. “I give you some of this pussy and I’ll have you
working for free.”
“The way you looking in that grey dress, I wouldn’t mind working for free,”
G-money said seriously.
“You been drinking?” Malcolm butted in.
G-money looked at the big man, but didn’t answer. “Who told this chump he
can talk?” He said, looking at Pauleena.
“Leave Malcolm alone,” Pauleena said as she sat back down and saw a familiar
face on the other side of the arena sitting in the crowd. “Look at these
clowns,” she nudged Gmoney.
When G-money looked up, he saw Romelo and his bodyguard sitting about three
rows away from the ring. Seconds later, Pauleena and G-money saw Marvin,
Smitty, and Moonie snake their way threw the crowd making their way towards
Romelo and Tango.
“Yo, ain’t that shorty you was about to get into it with at Romelo’s house?”
G-money asked, pointing at Moonie.
“Yeah that’s that bitch,” Pauleena said in an uninterested tone.
“What’s good? You want me to go over there and slap that bitch for you?”
G-money asked seriously.
“Nah, she get a pass just this one time,” Pauleena told him.
The Bully stood in his dressing room, with his trainer and entourage,
warming up.
“I want you to go out there and pinch a whole in this guy’s face,” The
Bully’s trainer told him.
“I got this Walter,” The Bully said confidently as he bounced up and down.
“The ref is here,” one of his boys called out.
“Let him in,” The Bully yelled.
“Good luck tonight,” the ref said as he shook The Bully’s hand. “Listen, I
know you two don’t like each other, but I don’t want no foul play, no
elbows, and keep them punches up, am I understood?”
“I got you,” The Bully answered as he sat down so he could get his hands
wrapped up.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Yeah, make sure when I unload on that bitch, he don’t be grabbing me and
all that,” The Bully told him.
The new all black S5 Audi pulled into a parking spot bumping 50 cents song
“I Like The Way She Do It”.
Rell slid out of the driver seat wearing a royal blue L.A. Dodger fitted, a
white thermal shirt, some black jeans, and a pair of old royal blue Pennies.
A bad white bitch slid from the back seat and stood by his side, along with
one of his shooters. When Rell stepped foot in the arena, he lit the place
up like Las Vegas with all the jewelry he wore. He had on at least three
chains, an iced out watch, and a foolish bracelet.
“Where are our seats?” The pretty green eyed woman asked.
“Way down in the front,” Rell answered quickly as he threw on his shades and
lead the way.
“I wish these niggaz would hurry up and fight already,” G-money huffed.
“They should be coming out any minute,” Pauleena said out loud.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Eraser Head said out loud as he nudged G-money
with his elbow.
“What up?” G-money said, turning to face Eraser Head.
“Look over by the second row,” Eraser Head said, pointing.
“What am I looking for?” G-money said, still searching the crowd.
“Look at the nigga with the blue hat on,” Eraser Head said, still pointing.
When G-money finally realized who Eraser Head was pointing to, he quickly
shot to his feet.
“Chill, chill. We gon handle this nigga as soon as the fight is over,”
Eraser Head said, holding G-money back with one arm.
“Who’s that?” Pauleena asked curiously.
“Rell,” G-money answered with fire dancing in his eyes.
“Who, that corny looking nigga with the white bitch?” Pauleena asked, making
sure they were talking about the same person.
“Yeah he’s a dead man walking,” G-money said as all the lights in the arena
went out. Seconds later, they began flashing as The Bully made his way
towards the ring. Over on the other side of the arena, sat Frank along side
him was Jimmy.
“Hey Frank what’s up with that moolie Gmoney?”
“What about him?” Frank asked as he stood up and cheered for The Bully.
“He’s sitting over there on the other side. You want me to take him when he
goes outside?” Jimmy asked in a calm tone.
“Nah, I’m over that. Let the moolie live,” Frank told him.
“Let’s go out here and get this done champ,” Mr. Wilson yelled in The
Terminator’s ear as the two made their way to the ring. “Work your jab and
you’ll have an easy night.”
The Terminator just nodded his head, signaling he understood as Rodney
swiped a fans hand off The Terminator’s robe as he jogged up the steps to
the ring. Once both fighters were in the ring, the crowd went crazy in
anticipation of what they were about to witness.
“It’s show time baby,” The Bully’s trainer yelled aggressively as he applied
Vaseline to his fighter’s face. “This is what you been working for your
whole life. Don’t let nobody or nothing take this from you, you hear?”
The Bully nodded his head yes as he stared down The Terminator over in the
other corner. He was completely in the zone.
“Both fighters to the center of the ring please,” the referee called. “Okay
I’ve spoke to both of you in the back already. I want a nice, clean fight.
This is good,” he said, pointing to both men belt lines. “Anything lower, is
no good. Do ya’ll have any questions?” Both fighters shook their heads no,
at the same time.
“Okay good luck to both of ya’ll. Touch gloves,” the referee said as the two
fighters touched gloves, and headed to their separate corners.
“This first round I want you to work that jab,” Mr. Wilson said in The
Terminator’s ear as he rubbed his shoulders. “The jab will set everything
up,” he said one last time as he exited the ring.
Once the bell sounded, the crowd erupted as the two fighters met in the
middle of the ring. The Bully started the fight off with a powerful jab,
followed by a right hand. The powerful blows bounced off The Terminator’s
gloves as he danced out of the way.
The Terminator took a couple of steps backwards so he could get a good look
at how The Bully kept his guard up. Just by looking at the man’s defensive
stance, he knew off the back he could hit him with at least two or three
different punches, easy.
As The Bully came charging in, The Terminator took a quick step back and
threw a swift left hook that landed on the side of The Bully’s head. The
punch caused The Bully’s face to move, but the blow didn’t seem to phase
him, as he continued to come straight forward.
“Stop running like a little bitch!” The Bully taunted.
The Terminator just smiled as he threw two stiff jabs and danced out of the
way before the two could exchange blows.
“Stop running and fight!”
The Bully growled as he cut off the ring and managed to catch The Terminator
close to the ropes. As soon he saw an opening, he took it. The Bully threw
three vicious hooks upstairs, then went downstairs and threw four punches to
the body. The Terminator stood in his Philly shell defensive stance as he
blocked most of the punches with his gloves and shoulder. As The Bully
continued to charge straight ahead, The Terminator caught him with two quick
straight right hands, as the bell sounded, ending the first round.
“Get this man some water!” The Bully’s trainer yelled as he shoved a long
Q-tip up The Bully’s nose. “Let me get a deep breath. This motherfucker
don’t want to fight, so you going to have to bring the fight to him. Keep
going straight at him, just keep your head moving at all times,” he told
him.
“You see what I see out there champ?” Mr. Wilson asked as he squirted some
water in The Terminator’s mouth.
“What’s that?” The Terminator asked, taking a deep breath.
“This guy is a sucker for counter punches, so I want you to stop all that
sticking and moving bullshit. Stand in there with that chump and pick your
punches. He’s open all day. Let’s make it happen,” Mr. Wilson said in a
regular tone as the bell rung, signaling the start of round two.
The Terminator started the round off with two stiff jabs. The Bully side
stepped one of them and fired back with a left hook, and a straight right
hand. The two shots caught The Terminator off guard, causing him to stumble
off the impact. The Bully followed up with another left hook. The punch
missed, but the tip of his elbow connected with the corner of The
Terminator’s eye. The Terminator danced out the way and instantly felt the
warm blood trickling down his eye. He pawed away as much blood as he could
with his glove, as he saw The Bully continue to come forward. The Terminator
threw a quick jab, followed by a right hook to the body before dancing out
of range, pawing at his eye again.
“Stop running you little bitch!” The Bully taunted again as he blocked a jab
and hook with his gloves, and fired back with a hard, straight right hand
that landed in the middle of The Terminator’s face, as the bell sounded.
The Terminator headed back to his corner and Mr. Wilson was all over him.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” He barked.
“He’s cheating!”
“I don’t want to hear shit about no cheating,” Mr. Wilson yelled as he
splashed some water in The Terminator’s face.
“Stop waiting and go get it in,” he yelled as the cut man did his best to
stop The Terminator’s eye from bleeding.
“I hurt that bitch!” The Bully said with an evil smirk on his face.
“That clown can’t fight,” The Bully’s trainer said out loud as he applied
Vaseline to his fighter’s face.
“Keep going straight at him. He’s going to break down in the later rounds
watch,” he told The Bully as the bell rung.
At the start of round three, the two fighters met in the middle of the ring
again. The Terminator started things off landing two out of three jabs.
“That’s all you got bitch?” The Bully snarled as he bobbed his head from
side to side, and fired a jab of his own.
The Terminator quickly stepped back and countered the jab with a sharp left
hook, followed by a straight right hand. The hook landed perfectly on The
Bully’s jaw, causing his mouth piece to fly out his mouth, while the
straight right hand dazed him a little bit. Once The Terminator saw that he
had The Bully hurt, he went in for the kill; throwing punches from all
angles, causing the crowd to rise to their feet. Once the punches started
raining in, The Bully quickly grabbed The Terminator’s arms and held on for
dear life.
“Get the fuck off me!” The Terminator growled as he snuck in an upper cut,
while the referee separated the two.
“Come on bitch. That’s all you got?” The Bully slurred as he backed up into
the corner.
The Terminator threw a quick jab that snapped The Bully’s head back, then
threw a six punch combination as the bell sounded ending the round.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Just use your head and you got this fight in
the bag!” Mr. Wilson yelled as he squirted some water in The Terminator’s
mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing out there?” The Bully’s trainer yelled as he
splashed water in his fighter’s face.
“Turn this shit into a dog fight you hear?”
“I got you,” The Bully replied as he stood for the next round.
At beginning of the next round, The Bully came out letting his hands fly.
The Terminator stood in his Philly shell defensive stance as he blocked six
of eight shots. He could tell by The Bully’s movement and body language,
that he was beginning to run out of gas. The Terminator landed six punches
in rapid succession, before The Bully decided to fire back with a wild hook.
The Terminator easily side stepped the hook and landed a sharp upper cut
that wobbled The Bully. As The Bully felt his legs buckle, he knew he had to
do something. As The Terminator came in for the kill, he threw a hard hook.
The Bully managed to duck the hook by inches, and countered with an uppercut
below The Terminator’s belt, dropping him instantly.
“If you do that again, I’m taking a point!” The referee yelled as he pushed
The Bully to an empty corner, while The Terminator laid on the floor
clutching his family jewels.
“Come on champ, shake it off. You got five minutes to get yourself
together,” the referee told him, as the crowd continued to boo The Bully for
the cheap shot.
Two minutes later, The Terminator was up walking around gingerly. “That
nigga did that shit on purpose!” He yelled out to Mr. Wilson.
“Well whip his ass then!” Mr. Wilson yelled back.
“You ready to go?” the Ref asked excitedly.
“Yeah I’m ready!” The Terminator replied as he and The Bully met up in the
middle of the ring again. The Bully threw two jabs followed by a hook. The
Terminator ducked the hook and came up with a vicious uppercut that dropped
The Bully straight on his face.
Once The Terminator saw The Bully hit the canvas face first, he knew he
wasn’t getting up. The ref made it to the count of 10 easily.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Mr. Wilson sang happily as he jumped in The
Terminator’s arm.
“Can’t nobody beat you! You the fucking man!” Rodney yelled as he lifted The
Terminator up on his shoulders.
“I’m out,” G-money said as he kissed Pauleena on the cheek.
“Where you going?” She asked in a worried voice.
“I gotta go handle some business,” he replied, nodding in Rell’s direction.
Pauleena didn’t respond. She just kissed G-money on his cheek and hugged him
tightly. “Be careful,” she whispered in his ear.
“I got you ma,” G-money told her as he and Eraser Head spun around and
headed in Rell’s direction.
“Fuck!” Eraser Head yelled. Rell had somehow managed to blend in with the
crowd.
“I called the goons, they outside. No way he should get pass them,” G-money
said as he and Eraser Head took hurried steps towards the exit.
“Keep your head and eyes open,” Rell said to his shooter as he held on to
blue eye’s arm.
“I got you,” the shooter replied as he spit the street razor that he had
stashed in the side of his gums, into the palm of his hand.
“Yo go grab the ride. Me and Brittany gon wait right here,” Rell said,
tossing his young shooter the keys. “Hurry the fuck up too,” he said,
looking over both shoulders.
Rell knew that nobody was strapped in Madison Square Garden. That’s why he
chose to stay there until his young boy pulled up front. If anybody ran up
on him, he could handle a fist fight. As Rell and Brittany stood in the
lobby, Rell noticed three suspicious looking guys strolling around the
parking lot. Something about the men just screamed trouble. Loco, Gun Play,
and a Y.G. (young gansta) from the hood
strolled through the parking lot looking for Rell.
“Yo, what this nigga look like again?” Gun Play asked.
“I don’t know. Eraser Head said money got braids and a royal blue hat on,
with mad chains on,” Loco said out loud.
“Man, we ain’t gon never find this nigga!” Gun Play snapped.
“Come on lets go!” Rell said when he saw his shooter pull up front.
“Money right there got on a blue hat, and mad chains,” Gun Play said,
pointing at the man and white woman sliding in the Audi. Gun Play thought
about popping off, but the two police officers walking around, cancelled
that idea.
“These niggaz know better than to try something down here on 34th street,”
the shooter said with a smirk as he pulled off with his .45 sitting on his
lap.
As the Audi pulled off, Rell saw G-money and Eraser Head exit the building.
For a split second, the two made eye contact. Each man, giving the other a
murderous glare.
“That was that clown right there,” G-money said as he watched the Audi peel
out of the parking lot.
“Come on. If we hurry, we can catch that pussy!” Eraser Head said as the two
raced to the car.
The Audi came to a stop directly on the side of an all black van on a low
key block.
“Baby take the car home and I’ll see you later,” Rell told her as he and his
shooter exited the Audi and slid in the van. Once inside the van, the two
men traded their night clothes for black jeans, black sweat shirts.
“Tonight we going hunting,” Rell said as he loaded his Mox-berg shotgun with
the pistol grip. “You ready to get your feet wet,” he asked, looking at his
shooter for a response.
“Only one way to find out,” the youngster said confidently.
“We ain’t gon never find this motherfucker,” Eraser Head said in a lazy
drawl, as he cruised down block after block looking for the all black Audi.
G-money jiggled the white foam cup he was holding before taking a sip.
“He’s hiding like a little bitch. Fuck it; let’s go hit up the club. I’m
tired of looking for this chump,” G-money said dryly.
Eraser Head noticed that G-money hadn’t been himself for the past two weeks.
“Yo, you a’ight?” He asked in a concerned tone.
“Yeah, I’m good,” G-money answered, showing a weak smile. “I just feel like
my man Mitch, from Paid in Full right now. I need to be around some love
tonight, smell me?”
“I got you. I know the perfect spot,” Eraser Head said as he made a sudden
detour.
Chapter 41
Party Time
Alfonzo stood outside on 31st, between 7th and 8th Ave, in front of club
Rebel. He loved working security at the night club cause for one, he got to
look at beautiful women all night. And two, he got paid to look at beautiful
women all night. Things couldn’t of been going better for Alfonzo, until he
saw G-money walking towards the front entrance with five goons behind him.
“Alfonzo, what’s good?” G-money said as he gave the bouncer dap.
“Ain’t nothing good,” Alfonzo said folding his arms. “You know you banned
from this club.”
“Banned?” G-money echoed. “Banned for what?”
“Remember a while back, you and a couple of your buddies came in here and
almost stomped a guy to death?” Alfonzo said, refreshing G-money’s memory.
“Come on B. That shit happened like a year ago,” G-money pointed out.
“Don’t matter how long ago that was, the guy sued the club. So therefore,
you and your peoples are banned from this club,” Alfonzo said like it was
his club.
G-money sucked his teeth. “Yo nobody asked you all that. You letting us in
the club or not?”
“I already told you no!” Alfonzo said way louder than he had to, trying to
impress a few chicks who stood in the front of the line.
“A yo fam, what’s really good?” Loco stepped up. “We just want to have a
good time tonight. Why you fronting for?”
“Listen new jack,” Alfonzo began. “I don’t even know you, so why are you
even talking to me?”
Loco sighed loudly as he turned and snuffed Alfonzo, sending him stumbling
back towards the entrance. Before he knew what was going on, Gun Play and
two other goons were on the bouncer like a pack of wolves.
G-money and Eraser Head just sat back watching Loco and his goons put it in.
“I like this guy already,” G-money said with a smile.
“Me too,” Eraser Head added as he continued to look on.
Seconds later, five big bouncers came running towards the fight, but they
quickly came to a halt when Gun Play backed out his .357. “Back the fuck
up,” he growled as he waved the cannon back and forth. “We out,” he yelled
as Loco and the other two goons all took off running back to their car.
“Be out, there go five-o,” G-money yelled.
Gun Play quickly took off running down the block. Before he bent the cover,
he made sure he tossed the burner down a sewer drain.
“Are these men giving you problems?” Four uniform cops asked as they walked
up.
“Yeah get them out of here!” Alfonzo growled, pointing at G-money and Eraser
Head.
“Okay come on fella’s lets get going,” one of the officers said as he
grabbed G-money’s arm.
“Do me a favor…don’t put ya hands on me!” G-money said as he jerked his arm
loose.
“Make a move!” The officer snarled getting all up in G-money’s face.
“Come on, we out. Fuck these crackers,” Eraser Head said as he pulled
G-money away. “They only tough when it’s a lot of them anyway,” he waved the
officer’s off.
“Get somebody up here to shoot this bitch up!” G-money ordered.
“I got some goons on their way up here now. They should be close by,” Eraser
Head as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. On the forth ring,
a deep voice man answered.
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Yo junior, where you at?” Eraser Head asked.
“I’m right around the corner from the club. It’s popping in there?”
“Fat motherfucker at the front door fronting. I need you to send a little
message.”
“Say no more I got you,” Junior said as he ended the call.
“It’s done,” Eraser Head said, flipping close his phone.
“Let’s get up outta here before I have to wash somebody up,” (beat them up)
G-money huffed as he slid in the passenger side of the Benz. Once inside the
vehicle, he grabbed some ice from out of the bag in the back seat and
dropped a few cubes in his foam cup, before filling it up with Hennessy.
“Its any left for me?” Eraser Head asked as he slid behind the wheel.
“Yeah its cups and ice in the back,” G-money told him.
Eraser Head fixed him a quick drink, then pulled out into traffic.
A block away, Rell sat in the all black van, along with his young soldier.
“You ready to do this?”
The young shooter placed his Mac 11 on his lap and nodded his head yes.
“Lets ride out,” Rell said from behind his ski mask.
The young shooter rolled his ski mask over his face, then pulled out into
the street.
“I’mma go see Ali tomorrow,” G-money said, staring blankly out the window.
“Word? You sure them crackers gon be cool with that?”
“Yeah, Mr. Goldberg said everything is cool.”
“That’s what’s up,” Eraser Head said as he made a left at the light. “Tell
that nigga I said what up.”
G-money nodded and sipped some more. “I got you.”
“I gotta give it to him,” Eraser Head began. “He been down for a minute and
never said a word.”
“That’s what real niggaz do,” G-money said as he noticed two PYT’s (pretty
young things) strolling down the block. “Yo pull over!”
The two ladies took a few steps away from the curb when they saw the Benz
come to a sharp stop. “Damn, what the fuck?” A girl wearing a short jean
skirt barked.
“My bad ma,” G-money apologized as he grabbed his .45 from under the seat
and tucked it in the small of his back, as he slid out the passenger seat.
“Where the party at ladies?”
“We was on our way to Rebels,” Jean skirt announced.
“Nah, we just came from there. Ain’t nothing happening over there,” G-money
said as he leaned up against a parked car.
“You sure?” Jean skirt asked, flashing a smile.
“Its dead over there,” Eraser Head said, adding himself into the
conversation. “So what’s good? Ya’ll got names?”
“I’m Nicole,” Jean skirt said, pointing to herself. “And this here is my
girl Trice.”
“I’m E and this is my man G-money,” Eraser Head said, introducing the two.
“Yeah, this the club right here. Pull up at the end of the block,” Junior
ordered as he loaded his Desert Eagle. Once the driver pulled up at the end
of the block, Junior slid out of the passenger seat with his gun hanging by
his side. He counted to three in his mind before he raised his gun in the
club’s direction, and let off eight shots in rapid succession. As soon as
the shots finished ringing out, Junior hopped back in the vehicle, not
caring who he hit or if he had hit anybody at all. Once Junior was back in
the vehicle, the driver quickly pulled off.
G-money sat leaning against the parked car talking to Nicole, when he heard
some shots go off. From the sound of the shots, he could tell that the shots
came from a few blocks away. Immediately, he looked over at Eraser Head and
flashed a smirk.
“There them motherfuckers go right there,” Rell said out loud as he rolled
down his window, and aimed his shot gun at his target. Once the van got
close enough, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
As soon as the thunderous shot went off, G-money quickly tried to duck
behind the parked car that he was leaning on, but he was a little too slow.
Two pellets, from the shotgun, landed in the top part of his shoulder and
collar bone. He quickly dropped down to the ground, pulling Nicole down with
him.
“Yo ma, get down!” Eraser Head yelled as he grabbed Trice down behind the
parked car, next to the one G-money and Nicole was hiding behind. He quickly
pulled his 9mm from his waistband. “Yo, G, you a’ight?”
“I’m good!” G-money yelled back as he felt his warm blood running down his
arm. “Ya’ll niggaz wanna play?” He said out loud as he snatched his .45 from
the small of his back with his good arm.
Rell hopped out the van and aimed his shot gun at the parked car that
G-money stood behind, and pulled the trigger.
G-money and Nicole squatted behind the parked car as broken glass rained on
top of their heads.
Rell and his young shooter slowly inched towards the parked car.
Once G-money heard the foot steps getting closer, he reached his arm over
the hood of the car and let off three shots. Once those three shots went
off, all hell broke loose.
Eraser Head quickly sprung from behind his hiding spot and began popping
shots at the gunmen. When the young shooter saw Eraser Head spring up from
behind the car, he aimed his Mac 11 at the man and pulled the trigger.
Once the machine gun went off, G-money quickly sprinted from behind the car,
crouched over, letting his .45 bark. One of his bullets found a home in
Rell’s upper thigh, causing him to stumble backwards and lean up against the
van for support.
When the young shooter saw G-money make his move, he swept his arm in
G-money’s direction and pulled the trigger. Two of the bullets from the Mac
11 ripped through the back of G-money’s leg, dropping him in the middle of
the street.
G-money hit the ground and looked up and saw Rell standing in the line of
fire. Instantly, he raised his .45 and let off six shots in rapid
succession. One of the bullets landed in Rell’s neck, while the other five
found homes in his chest, killing him instantly.
The young shooter looked over and saw Rell laid out in the middle of the
street. Before he could turn his focus back on the target, a bullet ripped
through his shoulder, causing him to drop his Mac 11. Not knowing what else
to do, the young shooter sprinted down the street clutching his shoulder.
Eraser Head quickly reloaded his 9mm and began chasing the young shooter up
the block.
“Fuck!” G-money cursed loudly as he laid in the middle of the street in a
pool of his own blood. He winced in pain as he reached down in his pocket
with his good arm, and pulled out a broken up blunt and lighter. “What a
motherfucking day,” he chuckled as he threw a piece of the blunt in his
mouth and put fire to the end of it. He laid on the ground for about 45
seconds puffing on the blunt, until he heard a car come to a screeching stop
and a familiar voice. “G-money is that you?” Carl asked as he rushed over to
G-money’s side.
“Some corny nigga got the drop on me,” G-money said, flashing a weak smile.
“We gotta get you to a hospital!” Carl said as he lifted G-money’s upper
body into the car. G-money screamed in pain when Carl put his legs in the
car.
“Sorry for getting blood on your seats,” G-money apologized. “I’mma cop you
a new whip when this shit is over.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Carl replied in a neutral tone.
“Yo, you got a phone on you?”
“Nah, I left my shit in the crib,” Carl said in a shaky voice.
“Damn I wanted to call Coco and let her know what’s going on,” G-money said
in obvious pain.
“I’ll call her for you when we get to the hospital,” Carl told him.
“Good looking my nigga,” G-money said as he closed his eyes and tried to
relax as Lil Wayne’s song “Misunderstood” pumped through the speakers. Five
minutes later, G-money opened his eyes to the sound of Carl’s cell phone
ringing.
“I thought you left your jack (phone) in the crib?” G-money asked
suspiciously.
“Nah, this phone is pre-paid and it only got like one minute on it,” Carl
stuttered.
“Where the fuck we at?”
“We here right now,” Carl said as he pulled in a dark alley.
G-money laughed out loud. “Youz a real bitch ass nigga,” he said with a
smirk on his face.
“No, I’m a real O.G.” Carl said as he pulled out his .357 and aimed it at
G-money’s head. “You and ya boys been running around all wild and shit. I
asked you a thousand times to just ask them to move from in front of my
building with that bullshit, but I guess a hard head makes a soft ass.”
“I could of twisted ya shit back in the lobby that day.”
“That’s the difference between ya’ll young niggaz and a real O.G. We don’t
play,” Carl snarled.
“So do what you gotta do then,” G-money said, flashing his trademark smile.
The last thing G-money saw was the muzzle on the .357 flash.
“Punk motherfucker!” Carl said as he slid out the vehicle, threw his hoody
over his head, and headed down the block like nothing happen.
After chasing the young soldier five blocks, Eraser Head gave up. He quickly
tossed his 9mm in the trash can, then headed in a totally different
direction. Eraser Head made it about a half a block, when a Lincoln pulled
up on the side of him. “Fuck!” He cursed as he kept on walking straight
thinking it was the police riding up on him. A woman’s voice caused him to
stop and look. He breathed easy when he saw Nicole and Trice in the back
seat of the cab. “Get in!” Trice yelled.
Eraser Head quickly slid in the back seat with the ladies as the cab driver
quickly pulled off.
“I gotta go back and get my man!” Eraser Head said.
“Someone picked him up already,” Trice told him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah some guy with a baby afro dragged him in his car,” Nicole said,
confirming the story.
“A’ight bet,” Eraser Head said, feeling a little better inside. Before the
cab driver dropped the ladies off, Eraser Head and Trice traded numbers.
“I’mma call you probably tomorrow a’ight?”
“I’ll be waiting,” Trice replied flirtatiously as she and Nicole headed
towards their building. Once the ladies were gone, Eraser Head gave the cab
driver directions to Pauleena’s house. On the ride, Eraser Head pulled out
his phone and made a quick call.
Shorty stood in front of a building in the projects poppin shit with about
six to eight other soldiers. “Yo what’s good? Ya mom’s cooked tonight?” He
asked one of the soldiers.
“You tryna be funny, you little ugly motherfucker?” The soldier shot back as
all the men around them fell out laughing.
“What? You know me and ya mom’s go way back,” Shorty laughed as he answered
his vibrating boost phone. “What’s the deal?”He answered.
Grab all the soldiers you can find and strap up. G-money just got shot.
I’mma meet you at the spot in an hour,” Eraser Head said, ending the call.
“Yo tell ya mom’s she better have my slippers waiting at the door for me
when I get home,” the soldier continued as soon as Shorty got off the phone.
“Its on, G-money just got hit. Round up all the goons and have ‘em meet me
at the spot in an hour,” Shorty ordered as he and three soldiers jogged to
his car and peeled off.
Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley sat across the street in an unmarked
car, watching Shorty’s every move.
“I think we got something good!” Detective Nelson said excitedly as he
watched Shorty and three of his soldiers jog to the car and pull off into
traffic.
“I hope so, cause I’m tired of following this piece of shit around all
fucking day,” Detective Bradley huffed.
Shorty reached the stash crib and double parked on the corner, as he and the
soldiers headed upstairs. Twenty minutes later, thedetectives noticed six
cars pull up in front of the same building.
“I told you something big was going down tonight,” Detective Nelson said
with a smile as he watched the men head in the same building. He quickly
pulled out his cell phone and called for back up.
“We about to go push these niggaz shit back!” Shorty said, holding a double
barrel shotgun. Each man in the apartment was armed with more than one gun.
“Yo, I just got word back that it was Rell and his peoples,” a soldier
announced, reading a text message out loud.
“Fuck that! We going hunting,” Shorty said out loud as he and all the
soldiers exited the apartment. Once outside, each man hopped in the vehicle
he came in. Before Shorty could switch the gear from park to drive, a cop
car came to a screeching stop directly in front of his car. Seconds later,
flashing lights were everywhere.
“Fuck!” Shorty cursed as he searched for an escape, but it was no use. Him
and his whole crew were boxed in.
Chapter 42
I Don’t Believe It
“Out of nowhere, bullets just started flying from everywhere,” Eraser Head
said, replaying the story.
“So where’s G-money now?” Pauleena asked with a concerned look on her face.
“I have no idea,” Eraser Head said with a hurt look on his face.
Pauleena quickly walked to the living room and turned the T.V. to the news.
“Breaking news: Gerald Williams, better known in the streets as G-money, was
found dead tonight in a stolen car parked in an alley. Police are saying
this murder is believed to be drug related. Also, tonight several men who
worked for Williams were caught hours later with loaded fire arms. Police
say Williams and his crew were at war with another crew over territory.
We’ll have more details as this story develops,” the reporter said.
“Fuck!” Eraser Head cursed as the tears silently rolled down his eyes.
“Where the fuck were you when this happened?” Pauleena yelled, getting all
up in Eraser Head’s face as tears rolled down her face.
“I was chasing one of the niggaz who shot him,” he told her as she burried
her head in Eraser Head’s chest.
“Don’t worry. We gonna find the niggas who did this,” Roy said, “just fucked
up that most of the soldiers just got knocked.” (locked up)
“I told Shorty to wait until he heard from me to make a move,” Eraser Head
raved. “Motherfuckers don’t never listen!”
“Ahww hell naw,” Knowledge said in a defeated tone as he watched the news
from his living room in Philly. “Why all the bad shit gotta happen to the
real niggaz?” He asked himself as he shook his head in disgust. At times
like this, Knowledge wished he was still in the game. Deep down inside, he
felt that if he was with G-money when it went down, he would still be alive.
A NEW BREED
“Damn that shit is crazy” Marvin said shaking his head as he and his crew
sat listening to the reporter. He never thought G-Money would go out the way
he did, and especially so soon, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy about
it. The drug game was a cut throat business and only the strong survived.
“At least he had a couple of years to enjoy all that money he made”, Smitty
said looking on with the rest of the crew. In his heart he was happy that
now they wouldn't have to go head up with G-Money, with him out of the way
things would become much easier. “So what’s next?”
“We gonna take over all of G-Money’s old spots and get it poppin” Marvin
said with a smirk on his face.
“What about Pauleena?” Smitty asked.
“Fuck that bitch! Either she run with us or get ran the fuck over!” Marvin
answered quickly. “If we want something we going to have to take it”!
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Moon said excitedly. “It’s about time. I
never liked that bitch anyway. What has she done to deserve her spot? She
probably won’t even bang out for her shit.”
“Well we are definitely about to find out” Marvin said out loud as he turned
off the TV. He was the leader, so he knew if anything went wrong it would
all be landing on his shoulders, therefore Marvin knew he had to have his
shit tight before he went after the crown, and failing wasn't an option.
***
“PLAN B”
“This shit is crazy” Pauleena said helping herself to a drink. “I should of
just told you and G-Money to come back to the crib with me” she said looking
over at Eraser Head. Deep down she had a feeling something bad was going to
happen, and if she could change the hands of time she would.
“Everything happens for a reason” Eraser Head said downing a shot of Henny
in one gulp. “The good die young.” He shook his head.
”So what now?” Roy asked from the sideline.
”Shit doesn’t stop” Pauleena said turning to face Eraser Head. “It’s your
turn to step up to the plate. You think you ready for that?”
“I was born ready” Eraser Head replied with a look that said you can’t be
serious. “Imma call a little meeting tomorrow. Inform all the soldiers and
let them know what’s going on.”
“A’ight, cool. I know you a little short on muscle, so if anybody get out of
line just holla at Roy” Pauleena told him. “I know you used to be G-Money’s
muscle but now you going to have to fall back cause once word get out that
you the man, it’s gon be a lot of eyes on you and we definitely can’t have
you out here running around like some wild cowboy,” she told him. Pauleena
really wanted to give the position to Roy, but Eraser Head knew his way
around the city better than, so he got the job.
“I understand” Eraser Head began quietly. “I learned a lot from G-Money.”
“I hope so,” Pauleena said as tears still sat on the rim of her eyes, she
missed G-Money and wished that she would of made him leave the fight with
her instead of alone. “As soon as you hear anything on the motherfucker who
did this to G-Money, you let me know.”
“I got you. Imma go holla at shorty later on tonight and see what’s good.”
He paused. “Matter of fact, I’mma get on that right now” Eraser Head said as
he kissed Pauleena on the cheek then headed out the door.
Pauleena waited for Eraser Head to leave before she spoke to Roy. “Now that
G-Money is gone, shit is about to get real ugly out here. Everybody in the
city is going to be gunning for our spot”
“How you want to handle it?” Roy asked down for whatever.
“Not sure yet” Pauleena said. “Let's see how it plays out first, then plan
from there” she told him.
Roy nodded his head, but he knew how his boss got down, so he knew a lot of
blood was definitely about to get spilled, especially once they found out
who was responsible for G-Money's murder.
“What's on your mind?” Pauleena asked.
“Just getting myself mentally prepared for what's about to go down” Roy
smiled.
***
“You heard about your man G-Money?” Gunplay asked as he sat on the bench
next to Loco and a few other local knuckleheads.
”Yeah that shit is fucked up” Loco said looking up and down the block for
any sign of police. “Gotta be on point at all times!”
“You heard anything from Eraser Head yet?”
“Nope!” Loco replied quickly.
“Who you think going to take over now that G-Money is gone?” Gunplay asked,
his mind was already scheming, and plotting on a quick come up.
“Don’t care” Loco said simply as a local crackhead strolled up to the
benches.
“Hey man you holding?” The fiend asked looking like he ain’t had a hit in a
day or two.
“Yeah right in the building” Loco said as he watched the fiend shuffle
towards the building. “Get on that!” He said to his young worker who sat at
the end of the bench.
As soon as those words left his mouth he felt his cell
phone vibrating on his waistline. He looked at the screen and saw Eraser
Head’s name flashing across the screen. “What’s good?” He answered.
“Meeting tonight at a new spot. You’ll receive a text message in about five
minutes with the address. It starts at seven. Don’t be late.” Eraser Head
said hanging up in Loco’s ear.
“What was that about?” Gunplay asked curiously.
“Eraser Head just hit me up. He said it’s a meeting tonight at seven.”
“But I thought we were doing our own thing now since G-Money is gone,”
Gunplay said.
“We are. You think I just copped two hundred and fifty grams for nothing?”
Loco chuckled as he watched two more fiends head in the building. “Everybody
had their chance to eat while I was locked up, now it’s my turn.”
***
“WHAT YOU GONNA DO”
Santana stood in front of his building talking to an around the way chick
that he knew for years. “Come on ma don’t act like that” he said trying to
convince her to let him use her crib as a stash house.
“I ain’t acting like nothing” Natalie said sucking her teeth. “I ain't
messing with you like that.”
“I just need you to keep a lil something in your crib for me, only for about
a week” he pressed flashing his perfect smile.
“Nah, you wilding. Last time I did that you had your man Mac Mittens banging
on my door at 4:30 in the morning” Natalie said fanning him off.
“That was different. This time I’m going to pick the shit up from you
myself” Santana told her. ”Please?”
For some reason Natalie could never tell Santana no. Maybe it was because
she had a crush on him for years. Santana stood about 5’11 and weighed about
150 pounds. His light complexion and long braids that rested at the middle
of his back is what seemed to keep the ladies loving him.
“So are you gonna help me?” Santana asked as he licked his lips.
“Yeah I’m gon help you” Natalie said as she sucked her teeth. “You get on my
nerves.”
“You know you can’t tell the gorgeous gangsta no.”
“The gorgeous who?”
“You heard me” Santana said laughing out loud.
“Child please!” Natalie said shaking her head. Santana was about to reply
until he noticed the all black Yukon pull up directly in front of his
building. “Imma holla at you later a’ight?” Santana said as he kissed
Natalie on the cheek.
“Okay call me later” Natalie said as she walked off throwing a little extra
on her walk. Little did Santana know but, if he wanted Natalie's help he was
going to have to dish out some dick this go around.
Once Natalie had walked off, Santana reached down in his back pocket and
gripped the .380 that rested there as he posted up in front of the building
waiting to see what was up.
Moonie slid out the driver’s seat wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans,
some pumps, and a wife beater. She rocked a long straight weave that came
down to the middle of her back while the front was cut into a bang. She kind
of favored the rapper Remy Martin.
“Santana, what’s popping?” Moonie asked as she walked up.
“Ain’t nothing popping” He snarled as he pulled out his .380.
“We not here for that” Smitty said as he stepped out the passenger seat of
the Yukon. “That pistol won’t be necessary, unless you want to die”
“You ain’t done nothing with that shit anyway” Moonie added with a smirk on
her face. She didn't care for Santana, and hoped that he made a move.
“What y’all think I’m stupid? I know what y’all be doing. Y’all not about to
be extorting me” Santana said nervously, never backing down.
“We wanna talk business” Smitty told him.
“What kind of business?” Santana asked lowering his gun.
“Listen man,” Moonie began. “We about to start taking over this whole shit
and we want you to be a boss and run this other spot we got downtown, either
you in or you out. If you in you get to make money, if not you already know
what's gon happen.”
“What about the spot that I got right here?”
“You didn’t hear what she just said?” Smitty huffed. “Marvin is taking over
everything. Either you can roll with us and make a lot of money or you can
try to play the tough guy role and see how far that shit gets you.”
“Nah I ain’t no tough guy but don’t get it twisted, I ain’t no chump
either.” Santana said confidently. “I’m all about that kitty (money) so if
you telling me that I can make more money than I’m making now, then count me
in,” he said as he gave Smitty a pound.
“Smart man” Smitty said. “And trust me you about to be making more money
then you ever seen in your life”
***
“I’m so glad you all could make it” Eraser Head said, speaking to a room
full of hustlers and goons. “I know you’ve all heard what happened to
G-Money. Now that leaves me in charge.” He announced. “Long story short,
nothing is going to change. We are going to keep things running as smoothly
as normal. Any questions?”
No one spoke.
“A’ight this meeting is over.” Eraser Head announced as he and Roy made
their exit.
“Why didn’t you tell him that we wanted out?” Gunplay asked him as he and
Loco made their way outside.
“Time and place for everything” Loco replied as the two slid in his 1999
BMW.
***
Loco found a parking spot by the side of his building. As usual, the
projects were live with activity.
“Where we headed, towards the benches?” Gunplay asked pulling out a pack of
Newport’s.
“Nah, imma catch up with you later. Imma head upstairs for a minute” Loco
said as he gave Gunplay a pound and headed towards his building. Loco
stepped foot in the apartment and saw Monique sitting on the couch polishing
her toe nails. She had her hair wrapped up in a scarf and had on a pair of
boy shorts and a wife beater. “Where the fuck you been?” she asked not
bothering to look up from her toes.
“Out taking care of some business,” Loco told her.
“With one of your bitches?” Monique said still not taking her eyes off her
toes. Loco let out an aggravated breath as he headed to the bedroom. “That
chick got issues” He said to himself as he undressed for the shower.
“What the fuck you think you doing?” Monique asked busting in the room. She
didn't like how Loco had tried to brush her off.
“About to take a shower,” Loco replied looking at Monique like he just
finished drinking some spoiled milk.
“You must think I’m stupid,” Monique said snatching Loco’s towel from out of
his hand. “Why you taking a shower as soon as you walk in the door?”
“Because I can,” Loco snatched his towel back.
“You was out fucking one of these dirty ass bitches wasn't you?” She asked
folding her arms across her chest.
“What does it matter? We’re not together anymore. The agreement was that you
would let me stay here until I got back on my feet” Loco reminded her.
“Well fuck that, it’s time for a new agreement,” Monique said snaking her
neck, stepping in front of Loco’s path. “If you want to stay here, than you
better be giving me some dick.”
“Can I take a shower now?”
“Not just yet,” Monique whispered as she pulled Loco’s boxers down and
slowly slid to her knees. Once face to face with Loco’s already hard dick,
she grabbed it with two hands and began licking and sucking on the head.
Monique then licked up and down Loco’s shaft until she reached his balls.
She gently licked and sucked on each ball, then went back up towards the
head. Once Loco’s dick was thoroughly lubricated, Monique took the whole
thing in her mouth and bobbed her head at a fast pace, the whole time making
loud slurping noises until Loco exploded in her mouth.
“Now you can go take a shower” Monique yelled over her shoulder as she
headed back to the living room.
Loco stood directly under the shower head in deep thoughts. The first thing
he had to do was find a new place to stay, he knew if he stayed with Monique
any longer he would wind up beating the shit out of her, so to avoid all
that unnecessary drama, he was just going to leave as soon he found a new
place to rest his head. Until then he would have to put up with Monique's
shit.
***
“I Remember You”
Eraser Head slid out his Lexus, pulled out his cell phone and dialed a
number. On the fifth ring a woman answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello can I speak to Trice?”
“This is she.”
“What up? This is E. I’m in front of your building. Which apartment you said
you lived in again?”
“5 C”
“A’ight I’ll be up in a minute” Eraser Head said ending the call. By the
time he stepped off the elevator, Trice was already standing in her doorway
waiting for him with a smile on her face.
“Had to make sure nobody tried to jump you or hit you over the top of the
head before you made it up here,” Trice joked as she gave Eraser Head a hug,
then stepped to the side so he could enter. “It’s about time you came by to
see me. You want something to drink?”
“Nah I’m cool,” Eraser Head replied as he watched Trice prance into the
kitchen. She wore a mini skirt/dress kind of night gown with some furry
slippers. “Do you still remember what that cat looked like who helped my man
get in the car that night?”
“Yeah he was dark skinned and had some fuzzy braids” Trice said as she
returned from the kitchen with a drink in hand. “Sure you don’t want none of
this Henny?”
“Nah I’m good ma” Eraser Head said holding up a palm. “You think if you saw
the guy again you might be able to point him out?”
“Yeah” Trice began. “I got a good look at his face.”
“Would you mind taking a ride with me down to the projects to see if we can
find this guy?”
“Sure no problem, only under one condition,” Trice said with a smile.
“What’s that?” Eraser Head said returning her smile.
“You gotta take me out to dinner.”
Eraser Head laughed out loud. “I got you ma.”
“What’s so funny?” Trice asked.
“I was actually going to take you out to dinner anyway,” he told her.
“Even better” Trice said as she disappeared inside the bedroom. She returned
wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, a wife beater and some flip flops.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a pair of Chanel sunglasses
resting on top. “You ready?” She asked grabbing her cup of Hennessy from off
the table.
“Yeah let’s do this” Eraser Head replied as the two exited the apartment.
Once inside the vehicle Trice sipped on Henny before she spoke. “So you
think you know this guy with the braids?” She asked.
“Yeah I think it’s this guy named Carl from the way you described him.”
“So what is it that you need me to do?” Trice asked curiously.
“I just need you to knock on his door and act like you looking for a guy
named Mike. He’s going to tell you that you got the wrong apartment, but you
really just knocking on the door so you can get a good look at his face.”
Eraser Head explained.
“I think I can handle that,” Trice said and sipped some more. Eraser Head
double parked on the side of Carl’s building. “A’ight this the building
right here.”
“What apartment?” Trice asked, downing the last bit of her drink.
“8 F”
“A’ight I’ll be back in a minute,” Trice said as she headed over towards the
building. Trice stepped off the elevator and searched for the “F” apartment.
When she found it she quickly knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” A deep voice yelled from the other side of the door.
“It’s me Candy,” Trice yelled back as her voice echoed through the empty
hallway. She heard a few locks unlock and saw a man peek his head through
the door.
“Yeah what’s up?” Carl asked looking Trice up and down.
“I’m new around here and somebody told me weed man lives here” Trice pulling
out a crispy twenty dollar bill.
“Nah you got the wrong house. Don’t no weed man stay here,” Carl said with a
disgusted look on his face.
“Oh I’m sorry.” Trice said sincerely.
“No problem,” Carl said as he went to close the door.
“Well do you know where I can get some bud from?” She asked before he fully
closed the door.
“Nah I don’t know anything about that,” Carl told her before slamming the
door in her face.
***
Eraser Head sat in the car with his eyes glued to the front of the building
waiting for Trice to return. “What’s taking her so long?” He thought out
loud. He hoped Carl wasn't upstairs fucking her up. Seconds later, he saw
Trice speed walking out of the building toward the vehicle.
”What’s the word?” Eraser Head pressed.
”Yup, that’s the same guy that helped your friend in the car.” Trice
announced hopping back in the passenger seat.
”I knew it,” Eraser Head growled as he felt anger building up inside him.
“Did he recognize you?”
”No, I don’t think so.”
”Very good” Eraser Head said as he handed Trice five hundred dollars.
”What’s this for?” Trice asked holding up the bills.
”You earned that” Eraser Head replied as he pulled back out into traffic.
Now that he knew who G-Money's killer was, it wouldn't be long until Carl
got what was coming to him. From there Eraser Head decided to be nice and
treat Trice to dinner for her hard work not to mention he was definitely
feeling her.
***
“HARD TIMES”
”Can I come in?” Skip asked from the outside of Ali’s cell. Every since
G-Money had died Ali hadn't been himself.
“Yeah” Ali said breaking out of his daydream. “I can’t believe my man is
gone.”
“I know, G-Money was my nigga too,” Skip said in a weak voice. “You got any
word on who did it?”
“Not yet,” Ali answered as he stood up to stretch. “Whoever did it is on
borrowed time.” He knew the word would get out sooner or later and when it
did, he knew G-Money's goons would definitely take care of it.
“You already know,” Skip said as he and Ali exited the cell and walked over
to the TV area. Even though Ali was out of the drug game, all the hustlers,
killers, and stick up kids that called prison their home still respected
him. He nodded his head acknowledging the few cats he dealt with.
“You heard anything from Loco?”
“Nah not yet,” Ali replied. “I should be hearing from him soon though” he
said as he heard the beefy C.O. calling his name. “Be right back,” he told
Skip as he headed over towards the bubble. (C.O. desk) “What up?”
“You got a visit. Your escort will be here in five minutes,” the C.O. told
him. “So be ready.”
A huge smile spread across Nancy’s face when she saw Ali walk through the
visiting room door. “Who that?” Nancy asked little Ali pointing in Ali’s
direction. She hadn't seen her man in a while and couldn't hide the
excitement on her face.
“Dad dad” Little Ali said in a baby voice.
“Hey baby what’s up?” Ali said as he scooped Little Ali up in his arms and
kissed Nancy on the lips. He made sure he gave Lil Ali a big hug before he
sat down.
“How you been holding up baby?”
“I can’t complain,” Ali replied as he sat Little Ali on his lap.
“So what’s up? I got your letter in the mail talking about you had to talk
to me face to face about something,” Nancy said looking Ali dead in his
face. Deep down she just prayed it wasn't anything bad.
Ali took one look at Nancy’s pretty face and quickly looked away, he knew
what he was about to drop on Nancy was sure to break and crush her heart.
“What?” Nancy said with a smile.
“I don’t want to be with you anymore and I don’t want you coming up here
anymore either,” he told her.
“What are talking about?” Nancy said with a confused look on her face.
“What's this all about?”
“I don’t want to be with you and I don’t want you coming up here anymore.”
Ali repeated himself.
“Stop playing. I didn’t come up here to play around,” Nancy hoping this was
all a sick joke.
“Does it look like I’m playing?” Ali said putting on his best poker face.
“Why? Where is this coming from?” Nancy whined. “I thought you loved me.”
“Listen baby,” Ali began quietly. “I do love you but it’s not fair that your
life has to stop because I made some bad decisions.” He paused. “It's not
fair to you, and I refuse to have you suffering because of my selfishness.
“Once you put that ring on my finger it’s no longer about you, it’s about
us,” Nancy shouted, causing her to get a few stares from the C.O.s. “I don't
know what you are in here going through, but you better shake that shit off,
because you must be crazy of you think I'm just going to leave you just
because you are incarcerated!”
“You are still very young and it’s so much you can be doing,” Ali protested.
“Fuck that!” Nancy barked. “That’s only an excuse!”
“I just feel like I’m holding you back smell me? You shouldn’t have to live
like this,” Ali said looking away, he knew she wouldn't understand where he
was coming from, but whether she liked it or not she could no longer come to
visit him.
“I don’t care what you say, I’ll be up here on my regular schedule,” Nancy
said waiving Ali off.
“Listen you can come up here again but I’m going to deny the visit. Try me
if you think I’m bullshitting,” Ali simply stated.
“BABY WHY?”
“Live your life,” he stood to his feet and handed Little Ali back to his
mother. “Life is short, do better with your life then I did with mines”
“You are my life!” Nancy cried out. “Fuck that I'm not leaving you!”
Ali watched the tears roll down Nancy’s face. “This life ain’t for you,” he
said as he turned and headed towards the inmate exit.
“I'll wait for you!” Nancy yelled as she watched Ali walk out of the
visiting room.
“NOT HAPPENING”
“Roy is here to see you,” Malcolm said looking at Pauleena for a response.
“Let him in” Pauleena said from behind her desk as she helped herself to a
shot.
Roy walked in Pauleena’s office with a concerned look on his face. “We got
problems.”
“What’s the problem?” Pauleena asked leaning back in her chair.
“Marvin!”
“Who the fuck is that?” Pauleena asked with an unconcerned look on her face.
If she had never heard of him then he wasn't a problem. Besides Pauleena
didn't deal with problems, she usually caused them.
“Romelo’s son,” Roy told her.
“What about him?” Pauleena shot back. She had heard of Romelo, and had even
attended a few parties that he threw. The old school hustler seemed to be a
good brother. To her knowledge, she thought she and Romelo were cool.
“This fuck nigga, been running around tryna take over all of G-Money’s old
spots!” Roy said in a southern drawl.
“G-Money’s old spots?” Pauleena echoed. “I thought we had peoples on them
corners?”
“We do. I mean we did.” Roy said, shooting her a “you know what time it is”
glance. “I say we go down there and tear shit up.”
“Pass me that phone. Imma try to handle this like a business woman first,”
Pauleena said as she dialed Romelo’s number.
***
Romelo sat in his living room looking at the worthless man that stood before
him. A few people had begun to take his kindness for a weakness. “Where’s my
money?” Romelo asked in a calm voice.
“Come on you know I got you,” Eric said with a nervous smile, inside he was
scared to death. “We’ve been doing business for a minute.”
“When you got me?” Romelo asked with a smirk.
“Why you tripping over a little $20,000? You know I always come through.”
Eric said defensively.
“Listen Eric you’ve been owing me that money for two months now. Stop
playing with me,” Romelo said with venom dripping from his tone. He had gave
more than enough time to pay him back, now he was starting to feel like Eric
was trying to disrespect him.
“Well what can I say? Things got a little slow,” Eric said, shrugging his
shoulders nonchalantly.
“Again, right?” Romelo said with a disbelieving look on his face. “Word on
the streets is you just copped a new ride last week.”
“Yeah, I thought I should treat myself to something nice you know?” Eric
said with the shit face, right then and there he knew he had just fucked up.
“Yeah I know,” Romelo said as he stood from behind his desk. “The problem is
not what you owe, but how you owe. You don’t go buy a new car when you owe
somebody some money. It just doesn’t look good.”
“Nah, Romelo it’s not even like that. You see what happened was…” Before
Eric could finish his sentence, Tango had broken a pool stick over his back.
“Get up you little bitch!” Tango snarled as he grabbed him by the collar and
yanked him back to his feet. “You one of them motherfuckers that think you
slick right?” He asked with a menacing smile on his face. “I got something
for bitches like you!”
“Come on man. Give me another chance.” Eric begged. “I swear to God I'll get
you your money!”
His cowardly plea was ignored. Tango wrapped his large hands around Eric’s
throat and began squeezing the life out of the man. He squeezed Eric’s
throat until the man’s body stopped moving. “Little bitch!” Tango spat.
“What you want me to do with this piece of scum?”
“Take him outside and put him in the trunk for now.” Romelo ordered as he
heard his cell phone ringing. “Pauleena?” He whispered to himself while
looking at the Caller ID. ”Hello?” He answered.
“I’m trying to reach Romelo.”
“The one and only speaking.” Romelo answered confidently.
“This is Pauleena. You and I need to talk.”
“I’m all ears,” Romelo said sitting back in his chair. He had ready heard
what was going on, and was expecting his call.
“I been hearing that your son Marvin is on the come up.” Pauleena said
sarcastically.
“Okay so what’s the problem?” Romelo said, getting to the point.
“The problem is he’s trying to plant his seed on a few of my spots. Now I
don’t know if this was intentional, but if his people aren’t moved within
the next twenty four hours then I’m going to take it as an act of war!”
Pauleena said meaning every word. “I didn't want to make a move on your son
without speaking to you first out of respect.”
“I feel where you’re coming from.”
“I mean that’s just totally disrespectful. Normally I would have taken care
of the situation, but when I heard it was your son I figured I would call
you so things don’t wind up getting out of hand.” Pauleena told him.
“Thanks I appreciate that,” Romelo said softly. “I don’t know what’s going
on but I’m definitely going to talk to my son.”
“Thank you,” Pauleena said ending the call. Just from the sound of Romelo's
voice she knew it was about to be a problem. From day one Pauleena always
had to turn it up a notch, due to the fact that men didn't give the same
type of respect as they would give a man, and that pissed her off.
“Everything alright boss?” Malcolm asked censing something wasn't right.
He'd been working for Pauleena for a few years, and knew exactly when
something wasn't right.
“These fucking clowns about to make me show my ass” Pauleena said downing a
shot of Ciroc in one gulp. “They not trying to take me seriously, because
I'm a female, and G-Money ain't here no more, but I got something for those
mufucka's. If motherfuckers think they just gon push over on me they got
another thing coming. I’m definitely getting down for this crown,” Pauleena
said out loud.
“I know that’s right. I love it when you talk like that,” Roy said as he
raised his shot glass.
“Anybody who gets in our way is getting straight ran over, point blank!”
Pauleena said slamming her fist down on the desk. “I don't give a fuck who
it is!”
***
“You wanted to see me?” Marvin asked as he helped himself to a seat in his
father’s office.
“What’s going on with you and that Pauleena girl?”
“Nothing,” Marvin answered quickly.
“She just called me talking about you trying to take over a few of her
spots.” Romelo told him.
“Her crew ain’t a hundred percent so I figured why not,” Marvin said
nonchalantly. He and his team were on the come up, and nobody was going to
stop him from getting paid.
“You sure that’s a smart business move? I mean, if y’all start beefing that
could cause a lot of police action and that’s not good for business.” Romelo
pointed out.
“Listen pops, I understand what you saying but I’m not standing around
letting no girl call all the shots,” Marvin continued. “How she controlling
most of the real estate when she don’t even be in the streets? I can’t let
that go down like that.”
“I feel you. Just make sure you know what you doing. I heard out in Florida
and Miami that she ain’t to be messed with.” Romelo warned.
“She ain’t in Miami no more. This is New York. We definitely gonna see what
she’s all about, believe that,” Marvin said with a smirk on his face. The
stories he had heard about Pauleena were nothing but myth's to him, if she
was really about something then she’s definitely going to have to show him.
“It’s your call, but if it was me I would just leave things how they are.”
Romelo told his son. “Don't be greedy, I’ve seen a lot of men get killed or
tossed in a cell for being greedy.”
“When G-Money had the streets on lock I didn’t have a problem but a girl,”
Marvin paused. “Nah, not happening pops, you can talk until your face turns
blue, ain't no bitch running the streets while I'm around....believe that!”
“Do what you gotta do then,” Romelo said out loud, visualizing how the whole
thing was about to play out in his mind and it wasn't a pretty site.
***
Nancy sat on the couch still wondering why Ali had just dropped her like
that. “Was it another woman? Was he just tired of me? Was I doing something
wrong?” She asked herself over and over again. She was confused, not only
did she do every and anything Ali asked her, but on top of that she really
loved him with all of her heart. A loud bang on the door caused her to jump.
“Who is it?” She yelled once she reached the door.
“It’s me bitch!”
Nancy immediately recognized the voice and opened the door.
“You look terrible,” Coco said brushing past her best friend. “When was the
last time you left this house?”
Nancy shrugged her shoulders. “I got everything I need right here in this
house, beside what if Ali tries to call me? I'm definitely not going to miss
that call.”
“I know you not still tripping over that Ali shit?” Coco asked already
knowing the answer. “You need to get over that shit already. It’s his loss.”
“You just don’t understand what I’m going through right now.” Nancy said as
she broke down into tears.
“Listen Nancy, I just got over G-Money’s death not too long ago,” Coco
paused. “I had to because I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to be moping
around all sad and shit, feel me?”
“I understand but it’s going to take me a little longer to get over Ali,”
Nancy said, she had never had a man who treated the way he did, like the
queen that she was. “I can’t believe he told me not to come up there and see
him no more.”
“At least he set you up lovely. I mean you will never need a man for
anything.” Coco pointed out.
“It’s not about the money. I really love that man. If it wasn’t for him
there’s no telling where I would be right now.” Nancy sobbed.
“I feel you but if he don’t wanna see you then what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet but I have to figure something out.” Nancy replied.
“Well I’m going out tonight. You’re more than welcome to join me if you’d
like.” Coco offered.
“Nah, imma just chill in the crib and get my thoughts together.” Nancy said,
all going out would do was have her out thinking about Ali, so she rather
just play the crib for the night.
“Well if you change your mind, its going down tonight at Club Spotlight,”
Coco said as she kissed Nancy on the cheek and made her exit. She felt where
her friend was coming from, but there was no way she would let a man that
was locked up control her life.
***
“THE GORGEOUS GANGSTA”
Santana stepped foot out of his Dodge Magnum like he owned the world. He
wore a wife beater up top, down low his Red Monkey jeans hung over his all
black high top Prada shoes. He slid out the vehicle with a white foam cup in
his hand. “What’s goodie? How y’all niggas living?” He asked giving the
local thugs, who always stood in front of the building, dap.
“Chilling,” one of the thugs replied. “What you sipping on?”
“That gin and juice. You know I’m from the old school,” Santana laughed as
he strolled in the building. “Have that piff waiting on me when I get back!”
he yelled over his shoulder. He jogged up to the third floor holding the big
cross that hung around his neck down to his chest so it wouldn’t bounce all
over the place. He found the apartment he was looking for and did a special
knock. Seconds later he door swung open and he disappeared inside.
“Damn, it’s hot as fuck in here! Crack the window or something,” Santana
said out loud.
“Can’t, Marvin said to keep these windows closed at all times,” Shawn told
him. Shawn was an old school hustler who had his own spot, but decided to
let Marvin take it over only because the young man was offering him more
money than he was making at the time.
“You got that bread ready for me?” Santana asked, ready to hurry up and make
his exit. He had one of his many women waiting for him.
“Give me a second. Smitty told me you weren’t coming until about thirty
minutes from now.” Shawn said as he quickly disappeared down the skinny
hallway going towards the bedroom. Santana helped himself to a seat on the
old raggedy sofa that rested against the wall. He grabbed the F.E.D.S.
magazine from the unsteady coffee table. “Damn you could of at least cleaned
the place up a little!” He yelled out. “Fucking disgusting!” Santana huffed
as he stomped a roach, then stood back up.
“Stop complaining. You act like you ain’t never saw a roach before,” Shawn
laughed handing him a book bag. He never really cared too much for Santana,
in his eyes he was nothing but a soft pretty boy with a whole lot of mouth,
but couldn't back it up.
“Don’t get mad at me because you like living like an animal. The gorgeous
gangsta ain’t used to these kind of living conditions, smell me?” He said as
he unzipped the book bag and peeked inside. “Beautiful” he said zipping the
bag back up. “Imma scream at you later.”
“A’ight young blood,” Shawn said as he gave Santana a pound. Before Santana
made it to the door, he heard a loud series of gunshots. He and Shawn
quickly dove to the ground as bullets and broken glass came raining in.
Santana quickly grabbed his .380 from his pocket and removed the safety.
Shawn reached under the raggedy couch and grabbed the shotgun that rested
under there. When the gun shots ended the two men heard the sounds of tires
screeching. Santana quickly hopped up and ran to the window. Outside he saw
all the local thugs who stood in front of the building sprawled out on the
concrete. Each of their bodies was riddled with bullets.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “All those niggas in front of the building is dead.”
“Fuck them. Get over here and help me get this shit out of here before
Five-O get here,” Shawn said in a fast high pitched voice.
Shawn and Santana quickly ran to the back room. Shawn grabbed as much
product as he could and stuffed it in the duffle bag that hung around his
neck. “You got the money right?”
“Yeah,” Santana answered, holding up the book bag. Before the two made their
exit, Shawn went over to the window to see what was going on. “Fuck! We
gotta go. The cops are outside!” He growled. Once the two was out of the
apartment, Shawn quickly ran in the stair case and began running up the
stairs, skipping two at a time. “Come on,” he yelled over his shoulder.
Santana ran up the stairs breathing like he was about to die. “I’m coming,”
he replied, barely able to get the words out. When the two finally made it
to the roof, Shawn and Santana easily walked over to the next building. The
two buildings connected at the roof. Once on the next roof, the two shared a
“get away” smile as they waited for the elevator.
“Let’s take the stairs,” Shawn teased.
“Fuck outta here,” Santana wheezed, still breathing heavily. The elevator
couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Whoever did this is gon have to pay just for making me have to run!” he
said as they entered the elevator.
“Yeah whoever did this is definitely gonna have to pay,” Shawn said as he
pressed the close door and lobby button at the same time.
“Got me sweating and shit! You know I don’t be playing that shit,” Santana
continued.
“Stop crying like a little bitch.” Shawn sucked his teeth and crumbled up
his face.
“Bitch my ass, I don’t run track. Imma smooth, fly nigga! I ain’t got time
for all this madness, I leave all this running shit to ugly mufucka's like
you,” Santana said as the elevator stopped on the lobby floor.
“Just act normal and we’ll be fine,” Shawn said as he stepped off the
elevator, followed by Santana. The two stepped outside and saw cops
everywhere.
“Damn I ain’t never seen this many cops all in one place.” Shawn walked
right through the cops and slid in the minivan that was parked at the end of
the block.
***
“SNEAKY THIEF”
“Damn so you just told her not to come back up here no more?” Skip asked in
disbelief.
“Yeah I had to. She’s such a young girl. She could be doing so many other
things. Just because my life is over doesn’t mean hers has to end as well.”
Ali said, munching on some Doritos. He loved Nancy with all of his heart,
but he just couldn't allow her to stop her life just because of his
situation.
“I feel you, but have you ever thought that maybe you might be her life?”
Skip pointed out.
”That might be the case but I think it’s just selfish of me to have her keep
coming up here knowing that I’m never coming home.” Ali paused. “I'm in here
for life, and I ain't never getting out...Never!”
”I feel you,” Skip replied as he stood up. “Imma head to my cell real quick
and write April a letter before the count.” He gave Ali dap then made his
exit.
When Skip made it back to his cell, something seemed out of place. He
quickly looked under his bed and noticed that his pair of shell toe Adidas
were no longer there. “What the fuck?” He cursed loudly, looking around his
cell. Once Skip searched his entire cell, he knew he had been robbed. He
quickly stormed out of his cell and made it back to Ali’s cell. “Somebody
went up in my cell and took my new shell toes,” Skip fumed.
”Don’t sweat it. Whoever we see rocking some new shell toes, we straight
washing them up.” (Beating them up) Ali said in a calm tone.
”I’m about to ask the cat in the cell next to mine if he saw anybody in my
cell,” Skip said, already heading in that direction. He walked up to the man
who resided in the cell next to his with Ali on his heels. “Yo fam you seen
anybody up in my cell?”
”Nah, I don’t know nothing. “The man said waving his hands like he was
praising Jesus as he tried to walk off.
”Get the fuck over here.” Skip growled as he grabbed the man and slammed him
against the wall. “Who was in my cell?”
”Hey is everything alright over here?” A big C.O. asked walking over. “Is
there a problem over here Ali?”
”Nah everything’s cool.” Ali replied as he tapped Skip on the shoulder. “We
out.”
”Imma see you later,” Skip told the man as him and Ali walked off.
“Don't worry, we gon make that nigga talk” Ali said as he laid down on his
bed. “Go write April a letter and holla at me later.” Once Skip had left,
Ali stared up at the ceiling thinking about how the last eight months of his
life had played out. As he laid there thinking, he realized it was so many
thing he wish he could have went back and changed.
***
“BUSINESS IS BUSINESS”
“How did everything play out?” Pauleena asked as she watched Roy and Eraser
Head enter her office, both wearing smiles on their faces.
“Piece of cake,” Eraser Head said, flopping down on the couch.
“We tore that whole building up,” Roy volunteered.
“I don’t know why they would open up on one of our blocks and not think
nothing was going to happen.” Pauleena said, seeming confused. If anybody
knew her or anything about her then they had to have known that there would
definitely be consequences for their actions.
“They must think shit is sweet because G-Money is gone,” Eraser Head said
out loud.
“Well them clowns got another thing coming,” Pauleena said simply. “One man
doesn't run the show, and doesn’t any one man stop the show either.”
***
Shawn pulled up on the block and let the engine die. “That Moonie right
there in front of the Chinese restaurant?”
“Yeah that’s her,” Santana confirmed as the two headed over in her
direction. Moonie stood in front of the Chinese restaurant holding a
conversation on her cell phone when she saw Shawn and Santana walking up.
“Yo Moonie is Smitty or Marvin around?” Shawn asked. Moonie quickly hushed
him by holding up one finger. “You got until noon tomorrow to have that
money!” She barked into the receiver then pressed the end button on her cell
phone. “What y’all niggas want?”
“Somebody just shot up the stash crib,” Shawn told her.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Moonie said in disbelief. “Which one?”
“The new one.”
”You talking about the one on G-Money’s old block?” Moonie asked.
“Yeah that’s the one,” Shawn said excitedly.
“A’ight don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of it.” Moonie said
dismissively. She had prayed that Pauleena retaliated so she could get a
chance to put the bitch in her place. Moonie was tired of hearing about
Pauleena doing this and that. She wanted to see how she got down in person.
“Is it okay if I talk to Smitty real quick?” Shawn asked taking a step
forward.
“Nah you’re straight.” Moonie stopped him.
“Come on, it’ll only take a second. He’s sitting right there in the
restaurant,” Shawn protested.
“Yo, what I just say?” Moonie said turning to face Shawn. “Dismiss
yourself.”
“Come on ma, you don’t gotta be so mean.” Santana added.
“I wasn’t talking to you, so mind your business,” Moonie said, addressing
Santana.
“Maybe if you sat on a dick every now and then you wouldn’t be so grouchy,”
Santana said over his shoulder as him and Shawn walked off.
“Shut ya punk ass up!” Moonie yelled at Santana’s departing back as she
entered the Chinese restaurant. Her heels rang loudly on the floor as she
walked up and sat across from Smitty. “The spot just got hit.”
“What spot?” Smitty asked with a mouthful of food.
“G-Money’s old block.”
“Who?” Smitty asked.
“Who you think?” Moonie said sarcastically. “I say we take this bitch out
now before she starts feeling herself!”
“That bitch Pauleena got more heart than we gave her credit for,” Smitty
continued. “Too bad she don’t know what she’s just gotten herself into!”
“So what’s our next move?” Moonie asked, helping herself to a piece of
chicken.
“I don’t know yet. Gotta talk to Marvin first. But I do know one thing,”
Smitty paused, “it’s about to be a lot of bloodshed.”
***
“Somethings Never Change”
The barber shop was packed as usual. B.E.T. played on the television as
several conversations were being held at the same time. Marvin sat in the
barber chair getting a fresh cut like he did every two weeks. “Make sure you
don’t push my hair line back.”
“It can’t go back no further,” Eddie joked. Eddie had been Marvin’s barber
since he was a kid. Not only was he his barber, but he was also Romelo’s
barber. The only thing was he had to make house visits whenever Romelo
needed a cut. But the pay in return was well worth the travel. “How’s your
father?”
“Busy as usual,” Marvin replied. “You know he’s all work and no play.”
“Yeah and I see you learned from the best.” Eddie said with a raised
eyebrow.
“Yo Five-O coming,” a man waiting to get a haircut called out.
“What the fuck these fools want?” Eddie asked out loud as he watched to two
detectives enter the shop. Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley entered
the barber shop and all conversations came to an end.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah we would just like to have a word with Marvin,” Detective Nelson said
politely, with a little smirk on his face.
“I’m listening,” Marvin said in an uninterested tone.
“You mind stepping outside?”
“Step outside for what? Whatever you can ask me outside, you can ask me
right here.” Marvin said not budging.
“Listen smart ass, we know what you and your crew are up to,” Detective
Bradley said with a sweep of his arm. “We don’t care about you selling
drugs, but when people start getting murdered, our bosses start getting in
our ass and when the bosses get in our asses, we get into your pockets.
Comprehende?” (understand)
“Sorry detectives. I would love to help but unfortunately I have no idea
what y’all are talking about.” Marvin chuckled.
“Fifteen thousand a month and you won’t hear from us again or any other
cops,” Detective Nelson threw the offer on the table. Word on the streets
was Marvin and his crew was on the come up, and Detective Nelson wanted a
piece of the action.
“Like I just told your partner, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Marvin said sticking to his story.
”Well maybe we should go have a word with your father Romelo,” Detective
Nelson said with a smile. From the look on Marvin’s face, he knew he struck
a nerve. “You got two weeks to decide what it’s going to be. I just pray you
make the right choice.” Detective Nelson said as he and his partner filed
for the exit.
“Bastards!” Eddie growled once they were gone.
“You know those detectives?” Marvin asked curiously.
“Who doesn’t? That’s the same detective that took Ali down and got G-Money
killed,” Eddie said out loud.
“Damn they must be some good detectives,” Marvin said stepping out the
chair.
“Good detectives, my ass! Those are two of the most crooked detectives in
the whole city.”
“So what do they want with me?” Marvin asked.
“What everybody wants….Money!” Eddie replied.
“They barking up the wrong tree because Marvin doesn’t get extorted,” he
said simply. As hard as he had to work to get to where he was at, there was
no way he was just going to GIVE Detective Nelson his hard earned money.
“The best thing for you to do is go holla at Romelo and see what he think is
best,” Eddie suggested.
“I think I might just do that,” Marvin said as he paid Eddie and gave him a
pound.
“Be careful” Eddie yelled out as he watched Marvin and his entourage make
their exit.
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