Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Blatt!
I got to bustin' on 'em. It wasn't nothing left to talk about at that point. One of the niggaz fell to the ground in pain, then it was pandemonium from there.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boc! Boc! Boc! Boca! Boca!
We were spread out, lighting the night up and they did the same thing. All I could see was bodies moving around and flames jumping outta barrels. The night sounded like two marching bands sounding off at the same time.
Blocka! Blocka! Blocka! Boom! Boom! Bloc! Bloc! Blatt!
Our guns were bigger and we had experience on our side. We were crouching low and moving in pairs of two, while they were randomly spread out.
“Got one right there,” Beast told me. We were crouched down behind a car watching some idiot stand in the street and shoot at our team. We were right on his side and he didn't have a clue in the world how much trouble he was in. I nodded at Beast, then popped up rushing the shooter. By the time he turned his head in our direction, it was already too late. He was food.
Blatt! Blatt! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bullets spun him around before he hit the pavement. We were standing over him before he could fully drop. I looked down at him and could tell he was only a teenager still in high school. His eyes betrayed his gangsta and showed us the fear that was in his heart.
Blatt! Blatt! Boom!
We finished our meal. Neck shots and one to the face sent him on his way. We didn't have sympathy for the minor. He played a man’s game and got killed like one, simple.
“C'mon, Blood. We out!” I yelled at Beast over the loud gunshots that were still being licked out into the night.
We made our way to the whip, bustin' a few shots on the way to back them niggaz off. None of my men had fallen and the enemy had gotten further and further. The streetz gon' be talkin' about this one fo' sho, I thought to myself as I dove into the backseat with a smirk on my face.
Chapter 10
Burnside
A week later, I was sitting in Tre's living room smoking with him and O.G Braze. Shit had been triv the last couple of days. After the shootings at the Mallory's, them fake Mob niggaz decided to grow some nutz and started shooting back at us. Them suckaz didn't body shit and we were up two on them fagz. Three if you counted that lil' nigga at the Mallory's.
Niggaz in Portland heard our threat loud and clear. That was do business with Marshawn and die. He tried to stop me from getting a connect, so now we were slowing down his drop-offs. Any nigga we knew was coping from them, ended up on our jump out list. We had the town spooked, so they just decided it was easier to not cop at all until the war was over. We was hittin' them suckaz pockets where it hurt.
“That shit been selling itself.” I hit the blunt one more time, then passed it to Tre. “That and the fact we got niggaz scared to cop from Marshawn's bitch ass. We been really applying the pressure on them. We need to re-up like yesterday, Braze,” I boasted.
“Y'all have been tearing them niggaz up, but it's still not enough blood. We need to crush them and the only way to do that is to kill O-dawg and the ones that surround him. I'm content with the progress but not even close to satisfied,” Braze spat back.
Who the fuck this nigga think he is? I had to take a couple deep breaths to calm my gangsta down. He was sitting there thinking somebody had to please him like he was Don Corleone or some shit. He was gone fuck around and make me kill him and find a new connect.
“Check this shit out, Blood.” I leaned closer off the couch, staring him right in the pupils. “My muthafuckin' cousin is dead blood. My lil' nigga lost his family to this beef, blood. So I can care less about you not being satisfied right about now. If you feel like it's so fuckin' easy, then why you ain't kill 'em when he was bustin' on us? I swear I saw you runnin' away from his gun,” I fired right back.
I saw the fire dancing in his eyes as he scooted closer to face me. I'd really landed a crushing blow to his ego and pride. I didn't give a fuck though about his feelings or his ego. We were in my city.
“You starting to sound real disrespectful, lil' nigga. And I ain't never ran from a nigga in Bompton, so what the fuck I look like runnin' in Portland?” he shot back.
I smirked right in his face even though his words did strike my heart. I wasn't the emotional type though. I either killed a nigga or I didn't, period. And he was real close to going back to Cali in a box.
“Y'all hold up, blood. Y'all trippin'. We all on the same side in here and y'all acting like we enemies. Both of y'all got too much pride and don't know how to get your point across without sounding defensive,” Tre spoke up in an effort to defuse the tension.
He sound like Marshawn's soft ass. I knew I needed Braze at the moment for the dope, so I leaned back and let my anger pass. We were outta dope except for the bird I had in my trunk, which was already spoken for.
“Check this out, blood.” I focused back on Braze. “I don't work for you nor am I on your time. At the same time, you don't need me or have to wait on me for shit. We both can benefit from each other. That's the reason we're rockin' like this.
I want them suckaz dead just as much as you do. They killed my family just like they did yours. So believe me when I say that I'm far from satisfied myself until every last one of them are in a casket,” I said, speaking my peace.
“Yeah, you right, blood.” He put his hand out and we did the universal blood shake. “So, what's the next move? Where we go from here?”
“I need to re-up ASAP. We've been taking their clients like I told you and got niggaz spooked to cop from 'em. But the key to keeping it like that is for me to have the dope to supply 'cause without that, it's all pointless. And another thing, we're about to hit the nigga Marshawn any day from now. I got a bitch setting him up right now as we speak.”
That made his eyes light up just like I expected it to. An evil smirk even showed up on his ugly ass face.
“Who's the bitch?”
“His baby mama. The one who's sister he killed with my relative inside their spot.” I had to clench my teeth 'cause just the thought of it made my blood boil. Bitch ass niggaz.
“Olay.” Braze pronounced her name real slow like he was tryna savor it or somethin'.
“Yeah, that's exactly who I'm talking about. You know who she is?” I was surprised he knew her name.
“Of course, I was gonna kill the bitch. So she done switched sides now?”
“Yeah she on our side, but don't nobody really know nothin'.”
He gave me a long hard look like he was tryna read my soul to see if there was anything more to the story.
“A'ight, we'll see how it turns out. As far as the dope goes, I'll place the order and get it to you ASAP so you can continue your plan. One more thing, when y'all lay the trap for O-dawg, I wanna be there,” he demanded.
I nodded my head in agreement even though that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I didn't have time for another niggaz’ thirst for revenge getting in my way. But he was the connect, so I didn't have a choice but to agree. I wasn't trippin' ‘cause the shit I had lined up was bulletproof.
***
I got up outta there and drove straight to safeway on M.L.K. and Ainsworth to drop my last package off. It was still mid-day, so the parking lot was more than half packed which is what I wanted. I preferred to do business in crowded places where the pigs would least expect it and it made it harder for them to set up a sting. The last thing the boyz wanted to do was exchange shots where multiple white people and kids were.
I spotted his Beamer and circled the lot twice, looking for anything outta place, especially those obvious ass gang task vans. Satisfied it was 'coo, I parked right next to the Beamer and hit the locks on the door. Less than a minute later, the nigga I came to meet, Rat, hopped in the whip with a brown paper bag on his lap.
“What's poppin', nigga?” He stuck his hand out.
“Getting this money.” I shook him up, then grabbed the dope from under the seat.
“
I definitely feels that.” He handed the money over and took the work.
I tossed the bag on the floor, not bothering to even open it up. He knew just like every other nigga in Portland knew that if you crossed me, than you died, period. The whole town knew I'd killed one of my best friends for betrayal, so they could only imagine what I would do to them. They didn't want these problems.
“A'ight, Rat. I gotta get up outta here. Get at me when you ready.” I shook him up again, while dismissing him.
“A'ight, homie. I'll tap in with you next week. I'm gone.” He bounced out without another word.
I texted Olay that I was on the way and pulled out the lot with my eyes glued to the rearview mirror. After a few blocks of being cautious, my paranoia finally went away.
All I felt was the rush and the anxiety to count the money twice before I threw it in the safe. My phone alerted me that she texted back, snapping me outta my zone. I read it then smirked as I busted a left on Killingsworth Street.
I took my mind off the money and changed the dial to murder. I felt my whole energy switch at the drop of a dime just like that. I couldn't wait to look that snake nigga in the eyes right before I put a bullet in his head. When I pulled into the apartment complex right off of 60th and Killingsworth, I saw Olay's Charger already parked.
I pulled up next to her and killed the engine. I wasn't worried about nothin'. My shooters ran the complex and already knew I was pulling up. I didn't suspect Olay of being on no foul shit, but I damn sho didn't trust her ass.
“What's up, boo?” Olay hopped in my car with a huge smile on her face.
She smelled hella good and looked even better in her skintight jeans and sweater.
“What's good with you?” I gave her a quick kiss, then leaned back.
I stared right in her eyes so I could read her while I asked her these questions. It was do or die time and I needed to know if she was really all in or not.
“Nothing, happy to see you,” she answered.
“It's time to put the plan in motion, Olay. Everything is lined up.” I studied her for any sign of remorse.
“Okay, that's fine with me. I've been ready to avenge my sister,” she spoke without hesitation or even batting an eye.
She got ice in her veins.
“A'ight, coo'. I'm about to break down the perfect plan to you. I already know you ain't gon' be feeling it at first, but just listen before you speak.”
She nodded, while unzipping my pants. That shit threw me off, but I guess the feeling of being around a gangsta did turn bitches on.
“I'm listening.” Her massaging my meat was fuckin' my mental up.
“I'll tell you in a minute. Just do you.” I leaned the seat back more and enjoyed the fruits of my labor.
For some reason, all I kept thinking was how crazy this whole situation was. I never in my most wildest or darkest fantasies would of seen myself getting some head from Olay. I damn sho woulda never thought she would be willing to set Marshawn up. This was a dirty game and I was stuck all up in it.
Chapter 11
O-dawg
March 10th
I looked out the window into the darkness as Twin turned off 162nd and Sandy and headed to the apartments down the street. It wasn't shit outside except a few meth heads tweaking on the corner. I shook my head, then closed my eyes at the weak muthafuckaz who let themselves get strung out on meth.
I shook my head at the dumb bitch Tisha whose apartment we were pulling up to. I shook my head at all the lives that had been taken over one fuck niggaz’ actions. Then I shook my head at all the lives that were still going to be taken before the war was over.
“Protect me from my friends,” I mumbled.
“What you say, dawg?” Twin asked, while he killed the engine to the stolen Camry we were in. That's what the war had made us do, ride around in stolen whips so we could head hunt. We had two birds to kill with one stone tonight though. We were on some real bullshit, but that's the hand we were dealt.
Ever since Burnside and 'em smoked Chris and Block that last week, we'd been ridin' round crushin' shit. The whole squad had on their riot gear every night just praying to catch an enemy. It was a whole lot of back and forth shootings, but Bleed had eventually killed one of those Goonies niggaz. If they thought by killing Chris, that was gone give them the key to the Piers, then they were dumber than I thought. All that did was write their names permanently in my murder book.
“Nothin', blood. Just preparing my mind for what needs to be done. This shit done got outta hand and we gotta hurry up and crush these pussies,” I said.
“I feel you, dawg. I been sayin' dat from the jump. I'm glad you put a hold on the work until we body them fuck niggaz. Fuck dat money. We got dead homies to ride for,” Twin spat back.
I already knew he was gone feel the triv the most outta all the homies. All he wanted to do was kill since he landed in Portland. He didn't care about the money like the rest of us. He just wanted to ride for his brother.
When I told everybody we were putting the work on hold for a minute, wasn't nobody but Twin feelin' that shit. But ever since then, them niggaz been bustin' their gunz, tryna prove we could get money and kill.
“C'mon, blood. Let's go take care of this shit.”
I hopped out into the cold, mad at myself for even having to deal with this crazy bitch. I don't have no understanding on why the fuck Burnside let her ass live. Ever since then, her dumb ass had been blowing my phone up talking about how scandalous I am and she needed money to put her on her feet.
I hung up on her every time until the last call when she threatened to go to the police. I didn't need the boyz all up in my business, so I told her stupid ass I'd come over and give her some money. But before I did anything, I had to know what she had told the police when they had initially questioned her.
I knocked on the door, then waited for her to answer. I hope she really here by herself, I thought as I looked over at Twin.
“About time,” I heard her say before the door opened up.
“You lucky I came at all, so watch yo fuckin' mouth.” We walked right past her into the front room.
“You didn't tell me you was bringing company with you.” She stood there with an attitude, hand all on her hip.
I looked her up and down, realizing what she had in mind. She had on a sexy red robe with her hair let down that didn't look like she'd been laying down. She wanted some dick.
“You by yourself, right?” I walked down the hallway to find out for myself. I opened up one door, while Twin opened another. I flicked on the light and saw that it was empty. Good. I figured this was her cousin's room.
“Yeah and why y'all acting like the police asking questions and searching my shit,” Tisha said with a attitude, while walking in the room behind Twin. I walked in and peeped the whole scene, candles lit and smelling all good and shit. Dumb bitch.
“Shit, you tell me. You the one threatening me with the police and living after my enemies killed yo’ nigga in front of you. You tell me what's going on. Sit on the bed and start explaining before I get mad and flip out.”
She looked at Twin standing behind her, then realized it was in her best interest to do what I said to do. “I only said that to get you over here. I was mad that you told them to kill me. I was never going to tell the police nothing. They questioned me, but I played dumb about everything.” Her whole attitude had changed now.
“What they ask you about?” I gave her an evil glare when I asked. I wanted her scared.
“They've been asking about Block’s drug connections and his relationship with you.”
My heart skipped a beat. That was the main thing I was afraid of and it was happening.
“What you mean they've been? That shit sound like y'all done had multiple conversations! What you tell them?” I was furious now. Twin was shaking his head in frustration behind her.
“They keep calling my phone tryna to get me to snitch about everything! I keep telling them I don't k
now anything about drugs.”
“You tell them you know me?” I paid close attention to her reaction.
She dropped her head slightly and fiddled with her hands. “No, I said I don't know you,” she lied.
I stood there staring holes through her lying ass. Twin started going through her closet. She waited on me to say something but the longer she waited, the more her body snitched on her. Before I knew it, I had my .45 pressed against her forehead. I was done playing games with her ass.
“If you lie to me again, on Boobie, I'ma kill you right here, right now. What did you tell them about me, Tisha?” I could feel the flames roaring outta my mouth.
Tears instantly started falling down her face, further affirming her guilt. She looked at me with puppy eyes.
“All I said was that you and me slept around from time to time, that's all. They kept tryna get me to say you were apart of it, but I told them you weren't.” She broke down crying.
Kill her, kill her. I knew she was still holding some information and that she had to die. I knew way too many real niggaz upstate for letting a bitch live they shoulda killed. I didn't even love this bitch, so the choice was easy. I just hated killing innocent people.
She's lyin'. She snitched, The devil kept whispering in my ear. I guess she could sense me battling with my demons because she hopped up with her hands in a prayer motion.
“Please, believe me! I would never betray you, baby. I love you!” she begged.
I took a step back outta her reach. Love? That was her first time speaking those words to me. I knew she didn't mean it. She just wanted to live, but it wasn't meant to be. She had fucked up.
I watched her eyes try to pop out her sockets as Twin tied a belt around her neck and applied the pressure. Her hands shot up to her neck, trying to rip the belt off but, that wasn't going to happen.
Twin arched his back and pulled the belt down which made her neck face the ceiling. She kept wailing her arms and trying to scream but it was pointless, she was going to die. He looked like a man possessed after he got her into the death grip and waited for her lungs to collapse. Her eyes locked with mine for a second and I'm sure she found no sympathy.
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