Ghetto Girls IV

by Anthony Whyte

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgements

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  Teaser chapter

  Copyright Page

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First of all I’d like to thank my connect: (The Augustus Publishing Manuscript Team). Jason Claiborne, Tamiko Maldonado, Joy Leftow. Good looking out, Clarence Haynes, Bobby Nickels, Sumya Ojakli, David Wilk, Bill Gladstone,Yolanda Palmer, Antonia, Kyle Harris. Elaine Hyatt, thank you for the advice. I also want to thank the book vendors on the street corners, Divine, Nel, Najee. I’d like to say, thanks to the booksellers, wholesalers and distributors in stores: Books In The Hood and Hue man. Jay-Clay we’ve come a long way, still doing it big, the Augustus Media Group. Most of all, I want to say; thanks, to you the customers and the many readers I write for. Much love for looking-out and pitching in your support for me and all my peers. From the start this is Black Art, Hip Hop fiction. Read on.

  One Love, Anthony Whyte

  PROLOGUE

  “In order for me to be immortal all weak-ass muthafuckas and bitches must die…”

  The bodyguard in the rear reached for his weapon and was felled by the sudden blast of two guns.

  “If you ain’t heard, I said, weak muthafuckas and bitch-ass-niggas must die…!” the angered voice chanted.

  More gunshots exploded, hitting the bodyguard up front. He lay crumpled as a pool of blood formed around his head. The girls darted for cover and heard the gruff voice shouting at them. Eric stood looking baffled by the commotion.

  “No, no I ain’t gon’ kill y’all yet. Gi-Gi-Git da fuck back here, ya-ya-yall b-b-bitches! Yeah, nigga. I-I-I wa-want ya to knokno’ wh-wh-who da fu-fu-fuck I is. Then I’m a pu-pu-pump lead in ya bitch-ass! It’s me, Li-Li-Lil’ Long, muthafuckas! Remember me? I’m the one y’all bust ‘em caps in the last time. Yeah, that’s right. Luck was on my side.”

  Coco, Deedee, Josephine and Eric, along with his two bodyguards, had just exited Club IV. The atmosphere had been electric inside. Exhausted from the night’s activity, the group was on their way to the parking lot. They froze when they heard the menacing chant.

  “That’s right. In order for me to survive y’all weak ass muthafuckas must die! Die! Die!”

  The shaken group held their breaths. Loud music was pumping and club kids were heard shouting in the club. Coco and Josephine had energized them with a high-octane midnight concert rapping and singing. Silky Black and the Chop Shop Crew got busy rapping and took the excitement generated by the girls to another level. The club-heads wanted more and were still going wild even after the performers left the stage. Cameras lights went off in rapid succession as the girls clowned and posed while leaving the club.

  “I’m mad hungry, yo,” Coco said, joining Deedee, who was walking away with Eric and the bodyguards.

  “That makes two of us,” Deedee said as she smiled and hugged Coco.

  Coco stopped, pulled out a cigarette and lit up. They watched Josephine glamming it up for the paparazzi.

  “She’s killing it, yo,” Coco said, pulling on her cigarette.

  “Yes, she’s really feeling herself, huh?” Deedee said. Coco couldn’t help but notice the contempt dripping off Deedee’s lips.

  “Do I detect a little hater-ation, yo?” Coco laughed and Deedee joined in.

  “I’m just tired.”

  “Me too, yo,” Coco admitted, pulling on the cigarette.

  Later, Josephine, trailed by a couple of flashbulbs, hurried outside to join the others. Out in the early morning air, they could hear Rakim spitting in the background.

  It’s been a long time /I shouldn’t have left you…

  Without a strong rhyme to step to…

  Think on how many weak shows you slept through

  Time’s up… I’m sorry I kept you…

  The lyrics were punctuated by gunshots and followed by surreal taunts from nemesis number one, Lil’ Long.

  “Yeah bitch-ass, where you gon’ run now?”

  “I-I-I wasn’t involved, mister. I wasn’t even in the city. I-I-I wasn’t…” Josephine said, shuddering excitedly.

  “Bitch, d-d-don’tcha kno’ better’an to mock me? You better fall back over thurr with the rest of them ‘fore I start witcha ya ass! Yeah muthafuckas, finally we meet ag’in,” Lil’ Long said, prancing around with two guns held high gloating. He aimed one point blank at Eric’s dome and moved in closer.

  “Let the girls go and—”

  “And what, bitch ass nigga? Whatcha thunk? You gon’ pay me off too? I know your ass been payin’ for protection,” Lil’ Long said, getting front and center in Eric’s face.

  The girls tried to sneak away but Lil’ Long whirled with a vicious glance directed at them.

  “Don’t even think about runnin’ to the Range, bitches,” he yelled. Lil’ Long shot a glance back at Eric and said, “I’ve got bad news for ya. Da driver done stank-up da whole muthafuckin’ place in thurr.”

  Lil’ Long’s laughter echoed eerily in the chill of the early morning air. Eric watched his assailant’s every step. He wanted to get the girls out of harm’s way.

  “This beef’s between me and you, man… it has nothing to do with anyone else,” Eric said.

  Lil’ Long laughed as Eric spoke. He waved one of his guns side to side while keeping the other trained on the girls.

  “Uh huh, it’s got urrh-thing to do with these bitches and everyone your bitch-ass nigga knows. From your fiancée, right down to this fine ass black bitch me and my man ran-up-in was fam, dogs? I kno’ ya ain’t seen the way me and my man dug da bitch back out, so I’m a brake you off a lil’ sho’, you kno’? Encore, you unnerstan…? A lil’ sump’n, sump’n, this is for makin’ me wait so muthafuckin’ long to kill y’all muthafuckin’ asses already. But first I’m gonna do this…”

  Two rounds punctuated Lil’ Long’s diatribe and Eric fell to the ground.

  “Ugh… agh... shit! You shot me…” Eric shouted, grabbing his arm.

  “Ouch, sorry my man. Think I miss? Just nick ya with a lil’ flesh wound to warn ya fucking ass. Get used to the pain, nigga. I’m a make ya feel it. I ain’ gon kill ya just yet, muthafucka. I’m a have some fun and I wanna make sure you stick around to enjoy the sho’. Ya smell me?”

  He grabbed Deedee and pushed her to her knees. “Get on ya knees, bitch! Ya kno’ what time it is. Grab up on this dick and start da brain show!”

  Deedee hesitated. Fear registered on all their faces when Lil’ Long shoved the gun in Deedee’s terrified face. Lil’ Long’s figure loomed large over her as he pushed Deedee to her knees. Eric flinched but Lil’ Long’s guns were cocked and ready.

  “Yeah muthafucka, jump! If ya don’t wanna see this bitch brain me, then you can go six-feet in a box, bitch-ass. I waited a long time for this moment. Payback’s a bitch!” Lil’ Long turned his attention back to Deedee. “Reach up in thurr with them luscious lips and eat my dick, bitch! Then tell your uncle how good it taste, ya heard me bitch?” Lil’ Long wore a smile, licking his lips. “What da fu-fuck! Get it nice and ha-hard bitch,” Lil’ Long said struggling with his stutter.

  Reveng
e clouded his eyes and his breath came in gasps. He was angry and impatiently pushed scared stiff Deedee’s face into his crotch. She fumbled with her hands by her sides but silently refused to touch Lil’ Long’s hardening member.

  “I’ll pay you whatever you want man but please don’t do this…” Eric pleaded.

  “Shuddafuckup! Take it like a man and stop begging ya bitch-ass! Watch ya niece take real dick,” Lil’ Long said. He aimed the gun point blank at Eric’s dome. “I was in jail dreaming about this moment, muthafucka. Yes I was…!”

  “Why you wanna play us like that, yo?” Coco asked, staring at Lil’ Long. “If you gonna kill us just get it over with. You ain’t gotta torture us, yo.”

  Lil’ Long pushed Deedee away and walked over closer to where Coco stood.

  “Oh, bitch, I see it’s true what they say about you, you do got a lot a heart, huh? You da shit, huh?”

  “I’m saying yo…”

  “Ya ain’t allowed to speak. This my muthafuckin’ world. I-I-I gi-gi-give the orders round here, bitch!” Lil’ Long shouted and fired twice. Coco fell. Josephine tried to jump to her aid but Lil’ Long grabbed her and shoved her to the asphalt.

  “Bitch, you move and I’ll kill ya fuckin’ ass!” He aimed the guns at her dome.

  Josephine’s body seemed stuck in fear. His evil look left her frozen in tears. Deedee was still on her knees, crying and screaming loudly.

  “He shot Coco…”

  “Bitch, what ya doin’ all that hollerin’ for?” Lil’ Long asked Deedee.

  Josephine trembled with fear as she cried and watched. Both Eric and Coco were shot and bleeding. Eric was still conscious, but Coco was lying unconscious. Deedee resisted as Lil’ Long held the back of her neck and furiously tried to shove his dick in her mouth through his Roca Wear. Lil’ Long slapped her face so hard, Deedee fell backwards. He stood over with his guns ready.

  “Ahight, I see ya gon sho’ out cuz ya uncle, huh? Ahight, fu-fu-fuck it then bi-bi-bitch. You leave me no choice. I’m go-go-gonna give ya your d-d-death wish. In order for me to be immortal all y’all weak muthafuckas and bitches will have to—”

  Suddenly there was an explosion.

  “Oh shit… ugh…” Lil’ Long grunted. .

  He whirled and grabbed his shoulder. One of the guns fell from his grip. Eric immediately tried to reach for it.

  “This is the police. Nobody move.”

  Lil’ Long looked up. Recognizing the face, he smiled.

  “Wha’ ya shot me for, detective? I was doing y’all po-po a lil’ fa-favor and ya-ya sh-shot me?”

  “Oh yeah, what’s your favor?” the detective asked, bending down and removing the gun from Lil’ Long’s clutch.

  “I know y’all know that this da kingpin right thurr. Eric Ascot. He’s got the mob sewn up and he be ordering hits on muthafuckas left and right. Drugs, he running that…” Lil’ Long paused to laugh. “Yeah, I’m a snitch on ya… fake-ass music producer.” He continued laughing.

  “Is it true, Ascot?” the detective asked.

  “I don’t know what he’s talking about. He was trying to murder us. If I was connected, why did he… he just tried to rape my niece… again.”

  The detective’s eyes followed Eric’s stare to where Coco laid. Deedee joined Josephine and they were both crying over the fallen teen.

  “Is it true? Did this piece o’ shit try to rape you again?” the detective asked. Deedee nodded. The detective stared at the contortions of pain all over Eric’s face.

  “Who ya gon believe, my man? We partnas in this. He’s the real kingpin behind all this!” Lil’ Long shouted.

  “Partners? No, we’re not,” the detective said with a sarcastic grin.

  The detective watched the expression on Eric’s face as he emptied the magazine in the body of Lil’ Long.

  “My partner was killed,” the detective said. Lil’ Long’s body was in death’s dance when the detective grabbed Eric’s hand and tightened his fingers around the smoking gun. “I want you to know what it feels like to take a life and I want to know the reason my partner was murdered. Do we have a deal?” Kowalski asked.

  Eric’s answer was barely audible but the detective was satisfied. He was on his horn.

  “Gunshots fired, two people hit. Officer needs assistance.”

  Kowalski gave the location and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Deedee walked over and hugged Eric. He was bleeding but still standing and holding on to the gun Kowalski had given him. Josephine sobbed softly with Coco’s head quietly resting in her lap. The ambulance seemed to arrive with the quickness but it still felt like forever.

  The medical technicians hurried Coco in and immediately started attending to her injury. The bullet had grazed Eric’s arm and the injury didn’t require hospitalization. The paramedics patched up his arm and the detective hauled him away to an unmarked car.

  “Take the girls to the hospital,” Eric said to the bodyguard. “I’ll be in touch with you as soon as I can.”

  He sat in the backseat of the police car. Both Deedee and Josephine were teary eyed watching Eric being driven away.

  “C’mon get in,” the bodyguard said to the girls after hailing a cab. “Follow that ambulance.”

  Deedee and Josephine hopped in. The cab sped off in the early morning air, chasing the ambulance. There was hardly any traffic on the road and the taxi easily stayed behind the speeding ambulance. Once they reached the hospital, the girls jumped from the cab and raced to catch up with the EMT’s who were already taking Coco through the emergency room door.

  They kept walking behind the gurney, their heartbeat racing as Coco was carried beyond where they could enter. The security stepped in front of them.

  “Are you family members?” His stare was friendly but firm.

  “Yes…” Josephine said quickly.

  “And you, young lady?” he asked, addressing Deedee, who was still staring straight ahead as if in a trance.

  “No… I mean yes. No, she’s our best friend…”

  “You’re gonna have to wait over in the waiting area until the doctors are through examining her,” the security said pointing. “Wait over there. The nurse will call you soon enough.”

  “Thanks,” Deedee responded as if by some remote force.

  She was a wreck, her mind running a hundred miles an hour and her body exhausted trying to keep up. Deedee glanced at Josephine and wondered why the bullet hadn’t hit her instead of Coco. Why Coco? She grimaced when Josephine’s mouth started running. Deedee wanted to shut this mouthpiece down but was so tired she could only listen to the ranting.

  “Why didn’t you tell home-boy we were sisters? You know we down like that...” Josephine’s voice trailed when she saw the look of concern clouding Deedee’s face. “Coco’s gonna fight through this,” she continued. “I know her. You give her any type of chance and she’s winning. That’s just Coco.”

  Deedee glanced at Josephine and stared off. The incident replayed inside her head like a terrible nightmare. Her body quivered. While Josephine was confident about Coco’s eventual recovery, Deedee was still finding it difficult to wrap her mind around the fact that Coco was even shot.

  “Try calling her mother again,” Deedee suggested.

  CHAPTER 1

  “I got that hard white lady…”

  Ms. Harvey heard the recognizable pitch. She felt her heartbeat increasing and automatically her steps quickened, hurrying in the other direction. Ms. Harvey folded her arms around her slim, frail body. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the humming coming from deep inside the recesses of her mind. The same urge and familiar mental gnawing of wanting to fly far away had crept from her stomach, impeding her breathing. Sounds mixed with her fear came from her dry lips.

  “I got it, oh boy…”

  “I don’t want none o’ y’all sh—”

  “This will make you feel real good, Ma.”

  Ms. Harvey walked on as the lure of getting high moved through her body
. The thought of her last high left her feeling euphoric but uneasy. Ms. Harvey’s legs went rubbery and her stroll slowed. She appeared to be suffering shortness of breath when she stopped and looked back.

  “We can go around the corner…keep it on da low-low.”

  Ms. Harvey tried hard to stay on the straight and narrow since making a pact with her daughter in early spring. It was the beginning of what she hoped to be a nice summer. It was past midnight and she had decided to take a walk. Her daughter was in the club celebrating successfully graduating from high school with friends. Ms. Harvey was very proud of her daughter and earlier relished the accolades bestowed on Coco. It was late Friday night and Ms. Harvey couldn’t stay inside her apartment. She was excited and wanted to share her daughter’s story with peeps from the neighborhood.

  Coco gave a wonderful and moving valedictorian speech. She lauded her mother, which lifted Ms. Harvey’s swag to dizzying heights. So she went about the neighborhood on a crowing mission. Ms. Harvey soon found herself outside a local bar, a few blocks down from her apartment building. While spreading the news to anyone who would listen, someone bought her a drink and another.

  In her walk back home, she thought of how Coco lived up to her end of the agreement they’d struck. She wanted to keep her end of the bargain but Ms. Harvey was alone and temptation inched closer. It was like a silver back gorilla, prowling and looming larger and larger in the form of cheap cocaine.

  “Crack is no good for you,” she said.

  Rachel Harvey was alone in familiar haunts with old friends and old habits. Drinking alcohol made her decisions even more erratic and she knew being out on the street after midnight, anything could happen. In the hopes of an extended drug-cipher, her friends copped jumbos of crack.

  “You gonna get you a lil’ sump’n, right Rachel?”

  It was all up to her now.

  “I got it right here, the best thing for you…”

  Ms. Harvey had heard it before. The counselors had tried to prepare her for moments like this. Couple weeks in a residential and a few months in an outpatient program had saved her life. The last time she binged, her heart had literally stopped. She didn’t want to binge.