by Keon Smith
Once he was in the trunk of the car, the two got in, and Juicy sped off. “That was easy,” she said as she headed for West River Drive. It was only a fifteen-minute ride, but the way Juicy drove, they got there in ten.
When they pulled into the park, the three got out and popped the trunk.
Spade jumped in fear. “Please don’t kill me, cuz,” he begged as J-Rider grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out. He flipped out of the trunk onto the grass.
Spade cried like a baby as he was placed on his knees to face Montega. “Please don’t kill me. I won’t be any trouble, I swear. That’s you and Shug’s business, cuz. Please don’t do this.”
“Relax, yo,” Montega replied, checking his surroundings. “I’m not gonna kill you. All I want is information, then I’ll let you walk. Now, where is Shug gonna be tonight?”
“C’mon, how am I supposed to know that?” Spade asked.
“Oh yeah?” Montega said, looking at J-Rider, who extended his weapon and aimed at Spade’s head.
“I swear I don’t know!” Spade shouted.
“Well, then you’re no use to me,” Montega replied, giving J-Rider the signal to rock Spade to sleep.
“Wait! I do know who can tell you!”
Montega put a hand up to stop his man from raising the murder rate. Squatting down so he could look Spade square in the eyes, he said, “Start talkin’.”
“Maniac. He’s Shug’s enforcer. He knows where Shug stays. He can give you the info you need. I swear, cuz. I’m not lying.”
Montega looked up at Juicy, who shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, Spade, this is how this is gonna play out. Like I said before, I’m not gonna kill you. You too pathetic to die by my hands. You make hustlers look bad in the worst way, especially hustlers from Philly. Look at you; all that money you made, and you still ain’t worth one bullet. So if I catch you hustling in Philly again, they are gonna find your bones years from now at the bottom to the Schuylkill River. Do I make myself clear?”
Spade nodded in fear. He could see the darkness in Montega’s eyes and knew not to play around. He had seen the same look of death in Shug eyes.
“Aight, get him up,” Montega said to J-Rider.
“What you wanna do with him?” J-Rider asked.
“Put him back in the trunk until we confirm that Maniac knows what’s up,” Montega instructed.
Once Spade was back in the trunk, Montega turned to look at Juicy, who was biting down on her bottom lip. Her long, bronze hair blew in the wind. Her brown eyes studied him with hooded, curled lashes. “You turn me on so much, Kenny. You know that?” she asked, batting her eyes at him seductively.
“Chill, shorty, not right now. It’s a war going on, if you hadn’t noticed. Now come on and let’s get this over with.”
Juicy sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and pouted before getting back in the driver’s seat. Once the gear was shifted into drive, they were en route to South Philly.
The Hunter’s Trap
“Didn’t any one ever tell you to think with your head?”
MONTEGA
Montega pulled up to Tasker Street and parked a block away from the corner Chinese store. Maniac was busy rapping with a couple of young bols about what happened on Chestnut Street the night before. The youngins were amazed by the story he told and the lies he added. The cold weather didn’t seem to be affecting them at all. They wore heavy coats and leather jackets, skullies, and fitted caps.
Montega hopped in the backseat with J-Rider. “Aight, this is the plan. Juicy, you gotta get bol to follow you back here, then I’ll pull out on his ass. J, you get out and sit on one of those stoops just in case he doesn’t get in. Hopefully, the car doesn’t spook him.”
“And how do you expect me to get him to follow me back to this car?” Juicy asked.
“All you have to do is be you. Look at you; you got them tights, that little-ass shirt, and all that long hair. He’d be a fool not to bite. Once he get up on you and see how pretty you are, it’s a wrap. Just give bol eye contact like you only want him.”
“You mean the kind I give you 24-7, yet you’re too blind to see it?”
Montega blushed before remembering something. “Oh, and go in the store and get some disinfectant and a couple rags for me, aight?” he said, going into his pocket to give her a few dollars.
Juicy smacked his money away. “I ain’t broke, boy. Don’t play with me like that,” she said before grabbing her bag and opening the door. J-Rider shook his head and got out of the backseat. He tightened his wool ridge, threw the fur lining hood over his head, and posted up across the street where no one could spot him. Montega watched as Juicy tossed her shiny hair to one side of her shoulder and put on a fierce walk. He loved a woman who possessed the total package—long hair, pretty face, nice breasts, and all ass.
As she got to the next block where Maniac and the youngins were, she made sure she gave him heavy eye contact. Juicy walked into the store to get the things that Montega told her to buy.
“Damn, Maniac, she was all smiles at you,” one of the young goons commented.
Hearing that, Maniac wasted no time crossing the street to pursue her. Juicy paid for the disinfectant and paper towels as Maniac came into the store. When she got her bag, she turned and bumped right into him. “What’s up, baby? Where you headed?” he asked, undressing her right away with his eyes.
“Hi,” she replied with a smile.
“Damn, you bad, ma. Where you from?”
“Southwest,” she lied as she continued to walk out the door.
When he got a glimpse of her round ass in the black tights, he was hooked. Even though she looked a little younger than his usual freaks, he followed her out, making up in his mind that he had to bag this broad, freak or no freak.
“Damn, baby, slow down a little,” he said, catching up with her. “I’m tryna get to know you.”
“Well, I’m sorta in a rush. I have to clean up my kitchen so I can cook for this party I got going on.”
“Yeah, you need some help?” he asked, seeing if she would bite.
Juicy licked her pink lips seductively while looking down at his print. “If you come over my house, I don’t think I’d ever finish.”
Her words sent a quick, sudden rush of blood between his legs. I got one, he thought excitedly.
“Ma, I promise I’ll be a gentleman,” he fibbed.
Juicy stared at him for a second. “Alright, hold this bag while I get my keys.” She went into her pocketbook. When Maniac saw the black Impala, he quickly stopped like a deer caught in headlights. Juicy found the keys and hit the alarm button. The car beeped, and the alarm was deactivated. She looked at the suspicious look on his face and frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked, glancing toward the stoop at J-Rider, who was ready to give it to him if he backed out.
“This your car, ma?” he asked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” she said, walking around to the driver’s side.
“Where did you get it from?”
“I got it from Manhiam on Monday.”
Maniac knew that black Impalas with tinted windows were all over the city. In fact, he had mistakenly rocked three different guys because of that car. He knew this was the car but figured Montega got rid of it at the auction because it was too hot.
“You act like you don’t like it,” Juicy added while getting in the car.
Maniac checked the bodywork out. Nothing appeared to look marked by bullets, but the windows were so dark he couldn’t see inside. Reluctantly, he got in. As soon as she shut the door, Juicy started the car. The doors automatically locked. Maniac recognized the sound of the exotic engine, but it was too late. Montega popped up from the backseat and pressed the gun to the back of his head. “Gotcha dumb ass. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to think with your head and not with your dick?”
Maniac looked at Juicy and sighed with disappointment. “Fuck!” he said miserably.
“That’s something we won’t be doing, papi,�
� Juicy replied with a girlish grin. She pressed the button on the driver’s side panel and unlocked the back door.
J-Rider walked across the street and got into the back with Montega. He patted dread head down and removed his .45 ACP. Maniac knew it would be over unless he could work out a deal. “Look, cuz, I’m not the guy you wanna kill. I’m just doin’ what I’m paid to do, real talk. I ain’t the one you lookin’ for,” Maniac said calmly with his hands up.
“Actually, you are the one I’m looking for. I talked to Breezy last night, and she told me you killed Razor and gave his chain to Kev. And you killed Gutter, so you have just as much to do with this as that fat pig you work for.”
“I thought the nigga was you. Just like I thought the other one was you when I aired him out at the club,” Maniac said boldly.
Montega looked at J-Rider, who had fire in his eyes as he cocked back the black Beretta 92FS .45 ACP and aimed it at the back of Maniac’s head. Maniac flinched, but no one fired on him.
“Aight, playboy, you wanna walk like your man, Spade? Tell me where Shug rest his head, and you can walk,” Montega said.
“Yeah right. Soon as I give him up, you’ll kill me anyway,” Maniac replied.
“No, you see, that’s where you got me chopped. As soon as you tell me what I need to know, you’re coming with us, then if you lie, I’m gonna use my chainsaw to cut you up in little pieces until you give up the info; then I’ll kill you,” Montega corrected him. “Right now, we’re getting ready to release Spade. He’s in the trunk.”
“Do what they say, Maniac!” Spade shouted from the trunk.
Maniac thought it through for a second. He knew that if he told them and they took him with them, he could develop an escape plan. Shug’s condo was in Upper Darby, which was a distance away. It would take all three of them to get through the front entrance alive. He gave them the information they needed. Montega nodded and looked at Juicy.
“You really love me?” he asked her.
“I put that on everything, papi,” Juicy responded wholeheartedly.
“Then prove it.”
Before Maniac could blink, Juicy whipped out a blue-steel, 6-shot .357 revolver, aimed at Maniac’s head, and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
Clash Of The Bosses
“I make my own destiny…”
MONTEGA
♫ Machiavelli in this… Killuminati… all through ya body… It blows like a twelve-gauge shotty… Feel me… Come with me… Hail Mary. Run, quick, see… What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Die dah dah dah die dah dah dah…
Montega pulled up to Shug’s condo and parked in the alley on the side of the large, eight-story building. After Juicy blew Maniac’s brains out, they pushed him out on Tasker Street as they drove by the corner where all the hustlers were posted.
Montega laughed as he watched them all scatter like roaches when they saw the car speed by. It took several rags to clean Maniac’s brain fragments with the disinfectant, but with some elbow grease and a little help from Spade, the passenger’s side was brand new again. True to his word, Montega let Spade walk before giving him his last warning.
Juicy put the car in park. Montega opened the stash spot once more to retrieve the small, black Beretta M9, along with an attachable silencer barrel. He screwed it on as J-Rider and Juicy strapped up.
The three then got out. Montega looked up to the ladder that led to each separate floor. “I’m going first. Y’all follow behind me,” he said.
J-Rider cocked back his gun and nodded. Juicy’s gun was ready. She had already decided that she would not go last.
Montega walked over to the dumpster, pushed it under the fire escape, and climbed up to the sixth floor. Maniac had told him that Shug kept at least ten shooters on guard, and most of them would be in the lobby. He had hoped this was true. Once he climbed onto the metal terrace, he pulled out his small pocket knife and looked down for them to come.
J-Rider was the first to grab the iron ladder, but suddenly, it collapsed from its position to fall away. Montega watched as J-Rider fell to the ground and quickly picked himself up. Montega’s eyes reverted to Juicy’s. He knew they couldn’t help him now; it was all on him. Motivated, he turned.
“Kenny!” Juicy said, causing him to stop… “Te cuidas.”
He nodded to her then cut all the wires for the security cameras throughout the building.
He tucked his knife away and pulled out a small crowbar to open the door to the sixth floor. He held his gun tightly, keeping a steady aim, as he swept the staircase. The lights were dim, which made everything a dreary twilight. After inspecting the staircase, he headed for the door to the hallway.
Peeking through the crack, he saw two men sitting outside Shug’s condo, just as Maniac told him they would be. One was reading a ‘Butt Man’ magazine while the other slept. They were Shug’s nightly bodyguards. The one reading suddenly lifted his head to take a quick survey of the hallway after feeling a slight draft.
Once he was satisfied, he raised the magazine again. Montega put his back against the wall. He held the gun up with both hands, took a deep breath, and popped open the door, firing once at the middle of the magazine. He moved forward quickly as the round was released.
The silent bullet struck the henchman’s forehead dead center, jerking him back against the wall. His body went stiff. The blood from his head splattered onto his sleeping partner, causing him to open his eyes. He was staring into the barrel of Montega’s 9mm. The Phantom had walked up on him so quickly and quietly; it was as if he was a real spirit. All that he heard was a sneeze.
Pssst!
Inside the bedroom, Shug had just finished knocking off some Russian chick he knew from South Philly named Raven. She had been denying him pussy for too long, and no one denied a boss. All it took was a little persuasion. Raven lay on her back, disgusted with the large man lying beside her. As Shug slipped his hands through her long, red and orange hair, she sat up. “I have to use the bathroom. I gotta pee,” she said.
Shug snatched her up by the hair, almost pulling her off balance. He yanked her close and whispered coldly, “You better hurry up. And don’t try no funny shit.”
Letting her go, he watched as she slithered out of bed. He could feel himself getting an erection just watching her ass jiggle all the way to the bathroom. He then got out of bed and went to slip into some boxers. He turned on the lamp. That’s when he saw the figure standing by the wall. He did a double take as the figure moved forward.
“What the…” he said, jumping back.
When he realized who the figure was, he sighed calmly and said, “Montega, I presume.” He eyed the gun in the Phantom’s hand, then he shook his head. “How did you find me?”
“Your bols ain’t loyal; that’s how I found you. It’s funny though. I should’ve done this a long time ago to save the pain you caused me… The pain you caused my sister. You must feel real big, putting your hands on a woman, you piece of shit.”
Shug put his hands up in defense, trying to stall for time as his eyes nervously scanned the room. “Now, hold on, tiger. That wasn’t me. I don’t abuse women. What you want? Some bread to clear all this up? I’ll give you whatever. Just name your price. You know I’m good for it. Just… just relax, gangsta.”
“I ain’t no gangsta. I’ma… what they call it? A collector. And the only price I’m looking for is the one on your head,” Montega replied, aiming at Shug’s face.
“I’ll see you in hell then, muthafucka,” Shug said, accepting his fate.
“Enough talkin’.” Montega placed his finger firmly on the trigger when the sound of a door knob turning distracted him.
“Did you say something?” Raven asked as she emerged from the bathroom.
Montega whipped his body around and shot in her direction. She spun and fell to the floor. Shug rushed forward at Montega just as he was turning back to him. He was able to get off one shot, striking Shug in the stomach, but it didn’t stop hi
m. Shug swung a hard-right hook to Montega’s face, knocking the phantom mask off his head. He dropped his gun and stumbled into the dresser as Shug threw another wild haymaker at his face. He saw this one coming from a mile away.
Slipping under the punch, Montega came back with several powerful punches of his own to Shug’s face. This only pissed Shug off. Shug grabbed Montega by the throat and launched him into the air. Montega’s body came crashing down on the nightstand. As he tried to get to his feet, Shug grabbed him again and slung him into the glass mirror. His 183 pounds of speed was no match for 310 pounds of sheer power and brute force.
“I knew you was a weak-ass nigga. It’ll be a cold day in hell if I ever let you think you can beat me in anything. Get up,” Shug taunted as he approached.
Montega gripped a handful of broken glass fragments off the floor and threw them into Shug’s face. Shug yelled as he tried to shield his eye. Montega took advantage of this opportunity and hit him with a haymaker, causing Shug to stumble into the sliding door leading out to the balcony.
Seeing he had him where he wanted, Montega rushed him at full speed. He tried to tackle him, but Shug countered by stepping to the side, grabbing Montega by the back of his shirt collar and sending him straight through the glass door and headfirst onto the concrete balcony. Montega rolled onto his back, dazed. He looked up at the night sky and saw the full moon glowing. It was a beautiful night to die.
Once Shug fully regained his vision, he walked out onto the terrace. The night air was chilly, and the wind blew viciously. He grabbed Montega by the collar and pulled him to the edge of the balcony’s railing. Montega tried to fight him off in one last attempt for his life, but Shug was too strong.
“Now, you do me a favor, cuz,” Shug growled out. “Tell that bitch Tee-Tee I said no hard feelings. It was just business.”