Constance started her own real estate firm soon after Real was sent off to prison. She purchased some exclusive office space downtown from one of her broker friends and set up her a property database. Already having a long list of potential wealthy clients made it real easy for her, she was pulling in major cash in her first week of business. Just last week she sold Antoine Vernon—the starting safety for the Atlanta Falcons a 2.6 million dollar home out in the Buckhead area, in which she made a generous commission.
“Miss you too! What’s been going on? Has B-low been keeping in touch?”
“Yeah he came by the office yesterday, he told me to tell you everything is going good and to call him.”
“Ok good. How’s my boo been doing? I got the approval papers back for visitation, you can come down Saturday and Sunday from nine to three. Oh and in a couple of days I should have a cell phone. I’m going to need you to Money Gram three hundred for me.
“Ok just let me know,” Constance replied.
“Baby this shit is crazy! Niggas having sex with the female guards, selling dope like they on the corner, and everybody got a cell phone,” Real said, still tripping at how niggas was living in prison.
“You got to be kidding! They doing all that? Where the guards at? Oh I forgot, you said they getting they groove on. That’s a crazy place,” Constance said, shocked at Real’s description of the living conditions in prison.
“One dude got his face sliced up over the TV last night. Dude wanted to watch the news on the sports TV so he got up and turned the TV while some lil crazy nigga was watching Sport Center. A few minutes later dude busted out of the TV room holding his face with his hands full of blood. The other lil nigga busted out behind him and chased him with the blade around the dorm until the guards came. These niggas crazy!”
“Baby you just be careful. Please be careful,” Constance said softly as her eyes watered.
“Baby you know I’m going to hold it down, I just want you to keep stacking that paper. By the way what’s up with our cars and house? What did Todd say they talking about?” Real asked, as he watched two young gang bangers rap and throw up gang signs as they watched B.E.T. .
“I faxed him the paperwork he needed last week, they should be releasing everything by the end of the month. The club is a different story you may be mad at me but I thought it would be best to just let it go,” Constance said hoping Real would understand.
“That’s cool really, I think we should just sell everything and start over anyway. As soon as they release everything start selling it and banking the money. We going to see about relocating when I come home. We need a long vacation so we can start working on poking that stomach out,” Real laughed.
“Whatever boy, you crazy! It would be nice though, just think…”
“You have fifteen seconds,” the automated voice chimed in.
“Dang! Call me back,” Constance said before the phone could hang up.
“O…” Real started just as the call was disconnected.
Real made sure the line was clear and then started dialing Constance number again.
“Hold up my nigga, you got folks in line trying to holla at their people too!” The tall dark skin brother with a body full of indescript tattoos screamed as he walked up on Real.
“Bro I ain’t see nobody waiting, that other phone over there is open anyway,” Real replied, not looking for a confrontation.
“Naw my nigga I want this phone so you need to be hanging it up!” The tall brother said as spit flew out his mouth into Real’s face.
Real did everything he could to keep his cool but when the spit hit his lip, he snapped. Before the tall brother could react Real had two pieced him sending him backwards into the table. Not giving him a chance to recover. Real was on top of him smashing his face with his fist. Out of nowhere Real was hit on the shoulder with a lock tied on a belt.
“Fuck!” Real said, trying to get out of the way from the heavy set brother swinging the lock at him.
Real backed up to the wall as both the men started in his direction. Just as they got in arms length, Real fired again, this time on the brother with the lock. Real knew he was doomed if he didn’t get away. Seeing the commotion in the front of the dorm, Tino made his way to the front. Seeing Real fighting his heart out Tino jumped in. Tino was known throughout the prison for his hand work. Going hard on the tall brother, it didn’t take Tino long to knock him out. Real seeing Tino putting in work on his behalf was relieved. Now focusing, he squared off with the heavy set brother with the lock. Real stepped to him throwing a swift uppercut followed by a knee to his nut sack. The brother doubled over in pain. Real stepped back and free styled on the brother hitting him from every angle with ease. Before the guards rushed the building it was over. Ms. Whales the floor officer was too busy giving her boyfriend Flint some head to know what was going on. Real and Tino hurried back to Tino room before they were caught.
“Man what the fuck wrong with them niggas?” Real asked Tino out of breath.
“Niggas gonna try you just to see what you are made of. That nigga Slim Shady always pulling up on niggas with the bullshit. They see you get down for yours now so it’s all good,” Tino told Real as he peeked out the door at Ms. Whales trying to find out what went on.
“Damn!” Real spat as he sat on Tino’s bottom bunk holding his hand.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet. Welcome to jungle.”
Chapter 33
“I want him dead! I don’t care where he is!” Angelo screamed into the phone to his lieutenant.
“I have a couple of people on the inside that I’ll contact. I’m pretty sure they can handle it,” Michael told Angelo as he pushed the old model Mercedes Benz through downtown Miami.
“Good just let them know we paying a half million to have him eliminated,” Angelo said firmly thinking back on the day Real killed his uncle.
“I will contact them now. I will call you back this evening,” Michael replied ending the call.
Hanging up with Michael, Angelo clicked over and dialed Milo’s number.
“Hello?” Milo answered.
“Milo I need you to bring over the two hundred fifty thousand for the bounty on Real, I have my people making contact to get him taken care of right now. They have located him in a down south Georgia prison,” Angelo said with disdain in his voice not liking the man on the line.
Milo and Angelo were nephews of two of the richest and deadliest men in the cartel. After Real waged war and killed both of their uncles they came together to get revenge for the murders. Even though they were working together to get revenge, Angelo still hated Milo with a passion for his renegade ways and arrogance. Both men were sworn in to lead their family after their uncles were murdered.
“Good, I will have my driver deliver the money this afternoon. Keep me updated. What is the status on his girlfriend?”
“She will be taken care of also,” Angelo confirmed
“I’ll be in touch,” Milo replied then hung up.
Angelo put another call in to Blanco his highly paid assassin. Blanco stood five foot even and weighed only one hundred and twenty pounds. Blanco was small but a very dangerous man; deadly as they come. Blanco was paid to find Constance and take her out. Blanco drove up to Atlanta and located Constance in a matter of days now he was patiently waiting until the time was right to end her existence. Blanco loved the thrill of the kill more than the money he was paid.
“Talk to me,” Blanco answered .
“What’s the status on the girl?” Angelo asked hoping he had found her by now.
“I have her in my sights all I have to do now is pull the trigger! Pow! Pow! Pow! Baka! Baka! Baka!” Blanco screamed out crazily.
“That’s good my friend. Let me know when it’s taken care of,” Angelo told him and hurried off the phone with the crazy, deranged killer.
Chapter 34
“Damn my nigga, how just last week you charge me seventeen five and now you talking twenty even,” J
P one of B-low’s many customers spat.
“Say bro, who selling this shit! You putting prices on my shit now? You want it or not, shit you acting like you copping ten or better,” B-low told JP as they sat out in B-low’s Yukon in front of JP’s apartment.
“Damn bro, fuck with your boy, I got eighteen right now you know it get greater later,” JP replied as he sat the bag of money on the middle console.
“Twenty straight up and down you wasting my time and time is money!” B-low snapped.
“That’s fucked up bro, but this my last time at this tag,” JP said as he pulled two more thousand from his pocket.
“Good business holla back,” B-low told JP as he exited the truck with the brick of cocaine tucked under his arm.
B-low was the go to man in the city now. Taking the money Real fronted down to Jacksonville he shopped around for a good deal on some work. Through one of his connects he met Juan the son of Pablo one of the south’s biggest dealers. Juan was trying to expand his operation when he pulled B-low in and presented him a deal. The deal was for every brick bought he would front him one. That’s not what really reeled B-low in though. What really hooked B-low was the price of ten flat. Every since then B-low have been taking over the city block by block. No one in the city could compete with his prices.
B-low had become a seven figure nigga in no time. He had purchased him a half a million dollar home in Gwinnett, two luxury cars, and was working on starting his own construction company. B-low supplied damn near the whole south Georgia, if not directly it was through one of his many workers that he had positioned in each city. B-low took the game to a level he never thought he could reach; he was determined to take over the south.
B-low knew he owed all his success to Real so that’s why every time he made a play he put a couple G’s to the side for Real. B-low also made sure that Constance didn’t want for anything while Real was down. He promised Real that he would look after her until he came home. Over the short period of time, he and Constance had become good friends. Constance looked at him like a big brother.
Every day B-low was out hustling he thought about Jesse-his partner, who’d been shot and the day that he had to leave him behind, while trying to get away from the gang of Italians who was gunning for him and Real after they took out the head of one of their families. He missed his partner, they had dreams to live the life that he was now living. To this day, he never knew what happened to his friend. He hated that Jesse didn’t even get a proper burial. B-low thought about the Italians and revenge daily.
Heading out to the gym he looked down at his vibrating cell phone. It was Kasi a lil chocolate dance instructor from Riverdale. He didn’t answer, he’d missed the gym two days in a row. He knew if he wanted to keep his six three, two hundred forty pounds in shape he would have to stay consistent. Since his new found wealth and new look he’s been told he favored his favorite wide receiver, T.O., in which he took in stride because just last year this time he was just an unknown jack boy from the Westside. His life had taken a three sixty since then and he loved it.
Chapter 35
The next morning Real and Tino stayed close just in case the fight last night carried over in to the day. The two men from last night was absent from breakfast which they never missed. Real and Tino sat together in the chow hall watching each other’s back while discussing the suspicious absence of the two men this morning at breakfast.
“You got that tool I gave you?” Tino asked Real as they kept a close eye out for the men from last night.
“Naw, I left it in the heater,” Real replied looking over Tino’s shoulder at the chow hall door every time it opened.
“In the heater! Bro you got to stay strapped at all times! When you sleep, eat, shit, shower, man you got to stay strapped!” Tino said firmly as he adjusted the shank he carried in his front pocket.
“I ain’t think tha…”
“At all times bro! You at war everyday! You never know when shit going to pop off, so it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Tino said, as two older inmates sat down at their table.
“I feel you,” Real replied as he finished off the rest of his oatmeal.
Leaving the chow hall headed back to the dorm, Real and Tino noticed a group of gang bangers standing out by the laundry entrance. Real didn’t notice the threat but Tino picked right up on it.
“Say bro make sure your boots tied tight shit ain’t looking right,” Tino whispered to Real as the approached the crowd of gang bangers.
“Yo G, you Real? The muscle bound young banger asked Real as he stepped out in front of Real blocking his way.”
Real was no coward he walked up and got directly in the bangers face ready for whatever. Looking around sizing the men up he positioned himself for a solid swing. Tino had pulled the shank from his pocket and concealed it in the sleeve of his jacket. Tino surveyed the crowd even though they were out-numbered, he knew they had a good chance to take the bangers especially if Real put on a performance like the one he put on last night.
“Yeah I’m Real what up?” Real asked standing his ground.
“The name Sandman ring a bell?” the banger asked.
Real didn’t recognize the name off the top, then he remembered the only Sandman he knew. That Sandman had been shot and killed years ago by the police, and Real paid for the funeral with his re-up money. Real and Sandman had grew up together out on Godby Road in College Park, they were like brothers. His mom Jackie always treated Real like her own. After leaving the hood Real lost touch with Ms. Jackie, last he heard, her and lil BayBay Sandman’s little brother had moved out to Fairburn Georgia.
“Yeah I know a Sandman. Why? What’s up?” Real asked this time about to swing fed up with the questions.
“You sure?” the banger asked. “Where he from?”
“College Park, Godby Road. Man move out my way with all these questions,” Real said, getting frustrated.
“You are Real! Bro this BayBay,” the banger said excitedly.
“BayBay? Hell naw!”Real screamed.
“Yeah man I was a lil boy last time you seen me, I was out around the hood on my bike.”
“Muthafuckin BayBay,” Real said as him and the banger embraced.
Tino was relieved, it was way too cold and too early to be rumbling. He quietly slid the shank back in his pocket. The other bangers looked on as Real and their leader BayBay chopped it up about the past.
“Bro, how mama been doing? What the hell you locked up for?” Real asked happy to see BayBay.
“Man mama died last year, she had a heart attack while working. It’s been hard bro, my baby worked herself to death,” BayBay said faintly.
“Damn bro, I’m sorry to hear that. How long have you been gone?”
“Goin on six years now. I caught a body case down in Dublin, Ga. A country nigga flexed my folks for ten of them thangs. They hit me up and broke me off to see bout the nigga. Went to the nigga house laid him down and dome called him and his bitch. Bro I got away clean but I made the mistake and told my girl, as soon as she caught me down bad with her friend she screamed on me now I’m sitting in this bitch with two life’s and thirty,” BayBay explained as Tino and the other bangers listened in.
“Damn lil bro it ain’t over, when I get up out of here I’ll help you,” Real said thanking God for his five years.
“I appreciate it bro I knew when they told me a nigga with crazy colored eyes from College Park named Real and a nigga named Tino had went to work on some niggas, I knew it had to be you. That’s your people?” BayBay asked looking over at Tino.
“Yeah this Tino; hey Tino this my lil big homey BayBay.” Real introduced them.
“I done heard of playa. YouTino with the nice hand game that like to play with them tools?” BayBay asked
“I don’t play wit em,” Tino said in a firm tone.
“I hear you bro yall…”
“Hey all yall get to your building! Move on or go to lock up!” Sergeant Blake screamed from acro
ss the yard.
“I’ll get at yall later, let’s go before this nigga call the cert team,” BayBay said as him and his soldiers eased off to their building.
Chapter 36
“This nigga got me fucked up if he think he just giving me twelve thousand and he keeping over ninety thousand,” Lace mumbled to herself as she looked at Cash who laid in the bed sleep.
Thoughts of picking up his glock off the nightstand and unloading it in him crossed her mind. After quickly dismissing the thought she walked on her toes quietly across the room to the closet where he had stashed the money. Opening the door while peeping back at him she lifted the bag just enough to unzip it and grabbed a handful of bills. After getting a nice size bundle of bills she zipped the bag back up and put it back in the position she found it. Easing the closet back up she looked over at Cash to make sure he was still sleep.
Cash watched Lace out one eye as she stole money from the bag in the closet. Cash really just wanted to jump up and beat her down real bad but decided against it after thinking about his next move the one that he really needed her help with. After watching her ease back to the other side of the room Cash lifted his head.
“What time is it baby?” Cashed asked groggily faking sleep.
“Oh it’s almost twelve,” Lace answered innocently as she combed her hair.
Lace and Cash was an odd couple like night and day. The one thing that the both of them knew but never voiced was that their relations were strictly based on the money, the come up and the next lick. Lace had a plan to get hers through Cash or from Cash. Cash on the same note was tired of Lace bitching about her cut and how much he stacking so he made up his mind after this last lick, Lace was history.
Cash got up and got dressed while Lace cleaned the apartment. After getting dressed he grabbed the bag of money from the closet and told Lace he would be back.
Exiting the apartment he got in the Lebaron and headed out to Tenet Homes to holla at Milk Man, the go to man that he met when he first arrived in town. Milk Man had the connect, he told Cash when he was ready to shop he would give him the work for nineteen a block way more than the ten and twelve him and Real use to get them for. Cash agreed on the price only because after the second meeting he was going to up the order and take Milk Man for the whole bag anyway.
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