Lace’s cell phone rang as Cash was leaving the apartment.
“I don’t know when he’s coming back, just hold off until tomorrow it will be way more money then,” Lace told her baby daddy—Black Bean on the other line, who sat on his old ripped up couch in his trap house on the west side of Atlanta.
“Why wait I can be out there tonight! You acting like you trying to be with this nigga! Who is this nigga anyway?” Black Bean asked getting heated.
Lace and Black Bean had been on bad terms when she met Cash but after a visit to Atlanta and a wild night of sex they had put their differences aside. Black Bean knew how Lace played the game and when she told him about the nigga she met that was putting down the pistol and stacking nice numbers they came up with a plan. The plan was to let Cash go hit all the licks with her help and afterwards they would take him for all the dough.
“Boy you know better! Me and you been together way to long for you to be coming at me like that! Just be patient until tomorrow! Matter of fact just come on and get a room so when the time right you will be close and the nigga name is Cash, he from Atlanta,” Lace said snappy.
“Cash? I know a nigga name Cash. What he look like?” Black Bean inquired.
“He’s a tall, red nigga with a dollar sign tattooed under his eye. He…”
“Snitch, bitch ass nigga! That’s the nigga that told on B-low’s partner Real! That’s the nigga from the south side that was putting down big work! This nigga robbing now? Oh he know he can’t step foot back in the city! Man this police ass nigga! I’m coming out tonight!” Black Bean said firmly while rolling up a blunt of purp.
“This that nigga B-low was talking ‘bout?” Lace asked disgusted, she hated a snitch ass nigga.
“Yep, the one and only.”
“Daaaammmmnn! All this time I thought he was certified,” Lace said in disbelief.
“It’s hard to tell a real nigga from a fake these days, I’ll holla when I get there,” Black Bean said as he hung up the phone.
Chapter 37
Constance grabbed her purse, exited her office and headed down to her favorite lunch spot after going over her list of multimillion dollar properties that were up for sale. Blanco sat in his late model Chevy Blazer and watched as she got in her Bentley and made a left out of the parking lot.
Blanco had decided to make his move today. He watched her long enough now to know her schedule. Stepping out of the Blazer he made his way up to the office door. Looking around making sure the coast was clear he wedged his screwdriver in between the door jam and a second later the office door popped open.
“Hooray!” A mentally challenged Blanco said excitedly to himself, as he stepped into the expensively furnished office and found a comfortable place to sit and relax while he waited for Constance to return.
Constance smelled the onion rings and chilli dogs as she pulled up into the Varsity parking lot. Constance really wanted to enjoy this time away from the office but she knew she couldn’t. Having to take care of the closing on a newly acquired property, she knew that if she wanted to be out of the office by six she would have to skip the dining in and just grab her order to go.
While waiting on her order Constance constantly checked her cell phone to make sure that she hadn’t missed a call from Real. She even dialed her own number to make sure that the phone was transferred properly. Last night after hanging up with Real she stayed close to the phone hoping that he would call right back. Constance missed the hell out of Real. She counted down the days til his release. All she thought about was him and how they were going to get married and start a family when he came home. The old black grey haired man holding her bag of food jarred her out of her deep thought.
“Hi, ma’am, that’ll be seven twenty.”
Paying for her order and tipping the old man generously Constance headed back to her office to finalize the closing.
Blanco sat in her office desk chair and flipped through the papers on her desk while he waited for her to return. After sitting around for about 30 minutes he heard a car out front. Peeping out of the blinds he saw that it was Constance. He watched her through the blinds up until she was out of his sight and at the door. He put his back against the wall behind the door and pulled out his hunting knife.
Constance exited the car and rushed up to the door with her bag of food in hand. She fumbled with her keys until she found the office door key. Blanco tightened his grip on the knife as Constance was about to enter.
Chapter 38
“Why the fuck you calling telling me, all I know is you owe me twenty six and a half and I want every penny,” B-low spat as he pushed his brand new Rolls Royce Ghost down Flat Shoals in route to the Kawasaki dealership out on Riverdale road.
“Bro this nigga just ran off with a hundred bands! Just give me a minute and I’ll be right back at you with that and some extra,” Toin lied as he sat at his kitchen table counting his weekly profits.
Toin was one of B-low’s best workers. He would turn in no less than fifty thousand a week. Toin was loyal up until he met Rain Man—a Jamaican who hand a firm hold on the Miami drug trade. Toin took the money he owed B-low and spent it with Rain Man on a deal he couldn’t refuse. Toin knew he could flip the money in a week’s time but he wasn’t expecting a delay in the second part of the shipment.
Toin sat at the table counted the money and did the math. He knew if he paid B-low out of his weekly profits he would fall way behind while he waited for the second half of the shipment so he decided to hold off until the next part of the shipment arrived.
“Look here people, I ain’t got nothing to do with what you let a nigga do! I am sending someone for my money at four. If you ain’t got my money we are going to have some serious problems!” B-low barked as he clicked Toin off the line and called Hulk, his personal bodyguard and hitman.
“Say Hulk, I got a problem, I need you to go holla at Toin at four and if he ain’t got my twenty six and a half beat him til he come up with it!”
“Toin? The frog looking dude who stay out in East Point?” Hulk asked
“Yeah, the one with the chevy with the big wheels. Holla at shawty at four and if he ain’t got that bread, punish him good,” B-low instructed Hulk, who would follow his commands without hesitation.
Hulk was B-low’s muscle not that B-low wasn’t built to handle his own but he knew he was at a level in the game now where you didn’t get your hands dirty unless you had no other choice. After frequent visits to Strokers, B-low convinced Hulk who was the head of the security to work for him for double the pay. Hulk didn’t hesitate to become part of B-low’s team. B-low was glad to have the six foot four, three hundred pound special opts trained man on his team.
“I got you I’ll call you with an update later,” Hulk replied as they ended the call.
Pulling up into the Kawasaki dealership lot B-low spotted what he was looking for before he even got out the car. The all black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 was parked up front in the display window. B-low parked the Ghost and entered the shop.
“Hi. Could you have that bike right there delivered to this address?” B-low asked the young Chinese salesman as he handed him a business card.
“The ZX-14—good choice! How do you pay? Ten percent down with credit check,” the salesman said in broken English.
“Cash,” B-low said as he unzipped his small Gucci handbag that contained fifteen thousand dollars in brand new one hundred dollar bills.
“Okay. Come right over here,” he excitedly told B-low, thinking about the hefty comission he was about to make.
After purchasing the bike B-low headed downtown to see about Constance, who he made it his business to check on every week. He gave Real his word to look out for Constance while he was away and planned to stand by it. It didn’t take him long to get to her office. As he was pulling up in the parking lot he spotted her clumsily trying to get in her office door with a bag of food in her hand.
“Hey lady you need some help!” B-low screamed from t
he car window as he parked.
Blanco who stood quietly behind the door heard another voice outside. Quickly peeping out of the window he saw a man getting out his car walking up to the door where Constance stood trying to open the door.
“Shit!” Blanco cursed, knowing his job had just got harder.
With only one way out he knew he was going to have to confront both of them. He eased back over behind the door with his hunting knife in hand.
“Hey B-low! Real been trying to catch up with you,” Constance told him as he walked over to her at the office door.
“Why he ain’t called? I need to holla at bro. Next time he call see if he need me to handle anything and tell him to hit me at the 678 number. How you doing? You ok? Need anything?” B-low asked Constance while he descreetly looked at her from head to toe.
“No, I’m fine just got a lot of work to do,” Constance said as she opened the door and stepped in with B-low following.
As soon as B-low closed the door he looked in the eyes of a deranged Blanco who pounced on him immediately with the hunting knife.
“What the…”
Constance turned when she heard B-low yell. She instantly went in attack mode seeing the man stabbing at B-low with the big sharp blade.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Constance yelled as she picked up the vase off her desk and swung it, hitting the knife, wielding man square in the face.
“Oh, fuck!” Blanco screamed as the blood trickled from his head.
B-low took that moment to grab the little man. Securing his grip he swung wildly connecting with Blanco time and time again. Blanco realized that he wasn’t going to succeed in taking out his target so he did what he rarely ever did, he ran. He bolted for the door as Constance and B-low continued their assault. Blanco looked back as he ran towards the Blazer. Seeing that there was no one following he jumped in, started the engine and burned rubber out of the parking lot.
“What in the hell was that all about! I’m calling 911 and an ambulance you bleeding like crazy!” Constance said as she helped B-low over to her office lounger.
“Naw don’t call the police I’m cool just a flesh wound. What in the hell was…it had to be a hit on you,” B-low declared as he moaned out in pain from the cut on his shoulder.
“Hit? From who?” Constance asked faintly becoming nervous.
“The Italians! That little bitch was an Italian! They more than likely are after revenge for the murders! Arggghh,” B-low said in pain.
“Murders? What murders?” Constance asked getting hysterical.
“Nothing we just got to get you out of here and keep you safe,” B-low explained.
“I ain’t goin nowhere til I find out what’s going on!” Constance yelled.
“I don’t know if I am suppose to be telling you this but, to make a long story short Real killed some men for kidnapping you now they out for revenge.”
Chapter 39
“One, two, three, four…” Real huffed and puffed as he did his daily set of push-ups.
“Damn my nigga, you could have screamed at a nigga I would have got down with you,” the three hundred pound KP said playfully, as he stood over Real doing push-ups.
“Yeah right nigga. Man what’s up with the flops?” Real asked getting up anxiously, waiting for KP to make his next drop of cell phones.
“Shawty suppose to be bringing them tomorrow. You know you first on the list,” KP assured Real as he pushed on by Real who had got down for his next set.
Real had become popular real quick around GSCP. After the beating he put on Slim Shady the other inmates saw that he was a rider then his affiliation with BayBay let everybody know he had a real killer on his team. Him and Tino had become real tight after the brawl. Real gave Tino his word that he would look out for him when he got out. Real felt bad for Tino being that he had life without parole and would never see the streets again. Tino had killed an off duty police eight years ago while trying to car jack him. Real knew Tino regretted the day he flagged the man down and then took his life just to get his set of rims and stereo system.
“Stand by for inspection! Stand by for inspection!” The young, under-weight, blond hair, blue eyed Mrs. Reynolds yelled across the dorm.
Inspection was the worst part of the day for most of the inmates at GSCP. They hated having to stand by their room door fully dressed in their prison uniform at attention in the hot summer heat while their rooms were inspected by the Warden, CERT team and other prison officials.
“Fuck! This muthafucka don’t miss a day!” Real spat to himself referring to Mr. Grant- the prison warden.
Real hurried to his room to get ready. All across the dorm men were tucking in their shirts, hiding contraband, drinking cups of water just in case they were piss testing and straightening their cells. Real put on his shirt, checked the heater to make sure his shank was well hid and stood outside his door and waited for the inspection team to reach the building.
“Coming cross the yard!” someone yelled from the front of the dorm.
Everyone positioned themselves outside of their door as Mrs. Reynolds pressed the button to open the front door to let the warden in. The balding, pale, in bad need of a tan, Warden Grant lead the pack with the CERT team, captain, lieutenant, two seargents, and head counselor following.
“Warden on deck!” the dorm rep yelled from the front of the dorm.
“Sir, good morning sir!” all the inmates screamed in unison as the inspection team stood in the middle of the dorm floor.
“I can’t hear you!” the warden yelled positioning his hands behind his ears.
“Sir! Good morning! Sir!” the men yelled again this time much louder.
“That’s better,” The warden said as he called all his staff together for a huddle.
As soon as they broke up their huddle the CERT team and all the other officers started at each end of the dorm closing all the room doors.
“Everybody line up, place your hands on top of your head and face the wall! Anybody that can’t follow directions will go to lockdown! First man head to the gym!” the warden screamed.
It was a shakedown.
Chapter 40
“Where you at?” Lace asked BlackBean as she sat on her tattered leather couch watching Forensic Files on her flat screen TV.
“I should be reaching the exit in about 45 minutes. I’m going to get me a room at the Super 8 right off the expressway, what time the nigga coming back to your spot?” Black Bean asked as he came up on his exit.
“He probably will be back around ten, but like I said we need to wait til tomorrow after we hit this lick out in Tenant Homes that way it will be more money,” Lace explained.
“Fuck that, I’m going to get this nigga tonight! Just leave the door unlocked when yall go to bed tonight,”Black Bean ordered.
“I’m trying to tell you, we…”
Black Bean snapped.
“Look just leave the fuckin door unlocked tonight!”
“Fine then! Fuck it!” Lace fired back.
While Black Bean and Lace were plotting Cash was headed back to the apartment with four bricks and a lil over ten thousand left in his bag. Cash couldn’t wait to get back into the swing of things in this city waiting to be taken. Cash counted the profits in his head while he pushed the raggedy Lebaron down the city streets back to the apartment. Tomorrow he would call Milkman back to meet him with four more blocks for his partner from the A. That would be their last meeting and Milkman last day breathing.
Cash pulled up grabbed his bag with the cocaine and money and headed up to the door. As he reached the door he heard Lace talking to somebody on the phone. Cash stooped down and slid over to the open screened in window that was right in front of the couch that Lace sat on and listened.
“I ain’t tripping you need to wait so we can get more money you rushing and shit! I’m telling you this nigga going to hit another lick tomorrow! Why not wait til then and get everything!” Lace yelled.
Cash stood s
ilently and listened.
“Fuck it then I’ll just leave the door open tonight, bye!” Lace screamed and hung up the phone.
Cash backed away from the window with bag in hand and used his key to open the door.
“Baby what’s up? Where you been?” Lace called out as Cash entered, seeing him in a different light after finding out he was a snitch.
“Trying to set this play up for tomorrow. After this play, ain’t no looking back. What’s up with you?” Cash asked as he sat down next to Lace on the couch.
“Shit, chilling just thinking,” Lace said laying her head on Cash shoulder.
“What you thinking about?” Cash asked playing along.
“Me and you. I want us to make this last lick and kick back. I want us to go on a long vacation and when we get back I want us to buy a nice house and just enjoy each other,” Lace lied really thinking about Black Bean and the lick tonight while kissing Cash on the neck.
“That sounds good to me. After tomorrow we will be able to live easy. I got a plan to touch every piece of dope money that come through the city. I’m going to take this bitch over,” Cash said with enthusiasm really enjoying Lace kisses on his neck knowing she was going to be dead by morning.
“I can’t wait,” Lace said as she rubbed her hand in between his legs gripping his dick.
“Me either,” Cash said as he laid back and let Lace hands and mouth roam.
Cash carefully went over his plans in his head. He knew more than likely the person on the other end of the phone would be at the apartment after dark. Cash smiled at the thought of the punishment he would inflict on Lace and her conspirator. Cash laid back as Lace pulled his dick out his pants and started sucking.
Chapter 41
“I can’t believe this! I need to talk to Real!” Constance barked as her and B-low exited her office.
“Look, everything is cool but you going to have to close down this place and move out your spot because more than likely they know where you lay your head. Ah fuck!” B-low yelled out trying his best to deal with the pain from the knife wound.
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