by Ace Gucciano
“It’s gone.” Then dropped to his knees shaking shaking his head. “Yo, how da’ fuck we gone tell Trouble my door got kicked in, he ain’t gonna wanna hear dat shit!”
“I don’t know my nigga, but we gotta tell em’ some.”
“I know,” Smoke uttered as he stood back up and cut off the closet light and closed the door. “But we gotta come up wit sumthin cause we already told em’ we was gone have erry’thang old by tomorrow.” He fired up a New port and began to pace the floor for a moment. However five minutes later he put out what was left of his Newport tellin’ Dre, “Yo, I can’t believe a muhfucka tried us like dat…I’m boutta lay down, I’ll get up wit you in da’ morning my nigga.”
“A’ight, I’ll be downstairs on the couch.”
“A’ight.”
Chapter 17
Summer instantly woke up the next morning the moment the hotel room phone started to
ring.
“Hello?” she answered stretching and wiping the saliva from her mouth.
“Oh, sorry to wake you ma’am, but check-out is in fifteen minutes.”
“Huh?”she replied still hungover from last night not knowing what the receptionist was
talking abut until she rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand that read 10:48 am.
“Oh okay ma’am, I’m sorry, I had a long night, thanks for reminding me, I prolly woulda overslept. Soon as I get myself together I’ll be down to check out.”
“Okay, no problem,” the receptionist replied and they both hung up. Once off the phone Summer got out of bed and stretched, Damn, I gotta hangover! She thought to herself as she went to the bathroom. “D’Wayne!” she hollered as she knocked on the bathroom door, “D’Wayne, you there?”
Then she opened the door once she never got a response, then it hit her as she rushed out of the bathroom and over to the closet where she had the duffel bag and began to cry after realizing she’d never see D’Wayne nor the duffel bags of money again as she dropped to her knees crying, Damn! How am I gonna explain to Miranda dat I let a nigga get me?!”
For the next fifteen minutes she cried wondering how she was gonna break the news to her best friend. Then her phone rang snapping her out of the trance as she hopped up and walked over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. When she noticed it was Miranda calling she just stood there and starred at the screen until it stopped, but only to start ringing again seconds later.
What should I do, she questioned herself as the phone continued ringing and she continuing to contemplate. Fuck it, I might at well tell her now and get dis shit ova wit. She thought as she answered.
“Hello?”
“Girrrrl, you sound like you still in the bed.”
“Naw I’m up…I been up, I’m getting’ ready to get on da’ road and make my way back to Atlanta this—”
“Good! Cause Trouble been in here worrying me all morning, talkin’ bout call yo’ girl and make sho’ erry’thang okay with her. But since you on ya’ way back I can lay my ass back down and get me some sleep.”
“Miranda?!” she interrupted.
“Yeah?” she interrupted.
“Is Trouble around you, or you by yourself?”
“Naw he downstairs and I’m in the room by myself, why?”
“Cause…Cause—” she began to cry again.
“Cause what?” Miranda yelled.
“Cause last night after I checked into the Marriott and met up wit Solo to take care of the business I took the money back to the room, put in the closet and headed downstairs to the bar and got my a drink. And—and while sitting there I called you and told you erry’thang was all good but then…then—”
“Then what?” Miranda yelled.
“Then this guy came over and introduced his self to me named D’Wayne. I thought he was a nice guy, he kept buying me one shot after another until I was sloppy drunk and couldn’t walk. That’s when he walked me to my room and gave me a hug goodnight. And…and as soon as he gave me the hug he started kissing on me and it got me hot, wet and horny all at da’ same time—”
“You sure he didn’t slip nuthin’ in ya drink when you weren’t lookin’?”
“I don’t know Miranda, I don’t know. But I never felt the way I felt last night ever befo’.”
“So what else happened, finish tellin’ me.”
“Well once we made it inside da’ room we got straight to it…and, and when I woke up dis morning he was gone and da’ duffel bag I had in da’ closet was gone too.”
Miranda was speechless for a minute trying to figure out how she was gonna break the news to Trouble that the one chick who she had her faith and trust in to get the business handled for him had let some guy finesse her out of over two hundred thousand dollars.
“Hello? Hello? Miranda, you still there?!”
“Yeah, I’m here, I’m just in shock right now and don’t know hw to take it that you let a muhfucka you don’t know get that close to you and you was suppose to be handling business and business only!”
“I know I fucked up,” she cried, “But please don’t be mad wit me.’
“I’m not, shit happens. I’m just trying to figure out how I’m gonna break da’ news to Trouble,” she replied and out the blue the door bell rung. “hole on somebody at da’ door.” Then he made her way out the bedroom and towards the steps.
“I’ll get it, it’s prolly fo’ me anyways baby!” Trouble yelled as he made his way to the door. She stood at the top of the steps looking down as he peeped through the peephole, then opened the door.
“What’s good, m nigga, you really to ride out?” he asked as he gave Rude Boy some dap and a huge before turning around, looking up the stairs at Miranda.
“Baby me and Rude Boy boutta go have a few drinks and talk business I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Okay!” she responded feeling a little relieved that he was leaving so she could build up the nerve to break the news to him.
“Girl where yo at now, still at the Marriott?”
“Yeah, I’m bout to head downstairs and check out soon as we get off da’ phone though.”
“Well I’ll see you when you get back to Atlanta then.”
“Okay…You still mad wit me?”
“Girl bye! I’ll see you when you get back. Right now I gotta figure out how I’mma break da’ news to Trouble, cause when he finds out all hell gone break loose!” Then they both hung up.
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Trouble and Rude Boy were sitting in their V.I.P. section in Magic City, both getting dances from two chicks. Trouble sipped on his coconut Ciroc and pineapple drink he had made, while Rude Boy drunk rum and Red Bull puffing a blunt of kush.
“Yo’ mon, didn’t I tell yu I was gone put yu on when we was roommates. Remember dat shit?”
“Hell yeah, I remember.”
“Yo mon! Keep it real you thought I was just lying like everybody else didn’t you?”
“Well, well I—”
“Aye mon,” he uttered as he coughed from hitting his blunt, “My dude it’s all good if you felt dat way,” he said laughing.
“I’m use to people not believing shit I tell em’ when I tell em’ bout de extravagant lifestyle I once lived, but you know dat was de past. I was on top of de world then, but since I got out I’ve taken a few losses here and there. People dat once worked fo’ me ended up going to jail. Some of dem fucked up da’ shit I left em’ to come up wit while I was gone. Then I got robbed three times back to back, plus two of my closest friends who I knew all my life ain’t nowhere to be found wit a huge portion of my shit, and money.” He paused a second to pay the dancers, and once they left their section Trouble said.
“So where you headed wit all dis my nigga?”
Rude Boy hit his rum, then hit it once more, “Now, I’ll tell you where I’m going, Listen!” he uttered as he moved closer to Trouble so he could hear him over the loud music, “Right now I can’t afford to take no losses you’ hear me?”
“Yo my dude I ain’t trippin’ on you, I know you said you gonna have my money faster than you thought, but, but—” he paused as soon as he noticed Trouble reaching for his phone, glance at the screen.
“Hold ya’ thought, dis my girl callin,” then he stuck his finger in his ear to block out the loud music and answered. “What’s up baby, you a’ight?”
“Yeah, I’m good, but why da’ damn music so loud I can barely hear you.”
“I told you we was boutta go get some drinks, but hold on lemme go to da’ bathroom so I can hear you.” He downed what was left in his bottle and said, “I’ll be right back lemme go to da’ bathroom so I can hear what she gotta say.”
“Okay, mon, take ya’ time.”
Then Trouble left the section headed towards the back of the club and entered the men’ room, “You still there?” he asked the second he stepped into the men’s room.
“Yeah I’m here, are you sitting down?”
“Naw I’m in da’ bathroom why?”
“Cause you might wanna sit befo’ you hear wat I gotta tell you!”
“What…You pregnant?”
“Nooo!” she took a deep breath and said, “Baby, I hate to even say it, but Summer got robbed while she was up in Virginia.”
He snapped instantly shouting into the phone, “Fuck you mean she got robbed!? Naw! Hell naw, I ain’t goin’ fo’ dat shit. How da’ fuck I’m ‘pose to tell Rude Boy I ain’t gone have his money after I dunn told him erry’thang good. Tell dat bitch she betta have dat money or she might as well not even come back to Atlanta!” Then hung up and left the bathroom.
When he made it back to their section Rude Boy said, “My dude everything good?”
“Naw…naw,” he uttered slowly shaking his head trying to figure out how he was gonna let Rude Boy know that the shit he fronted him to sell, he gave to some else and they ended up gettin’ robbed, “But let’s go, Miranda fucked my whole day wit da’ shit she just told me.”
“What is it mon, what happened!?” said Rude Boy as they made their way out the club. But Trouble never replied, he just continued to shake his head with an evil look of disgust as he got in the passenger seat of Rude Boy’s Audi truck and closed the door. Moments later as Rude Boy emerged onto the expressway he glanced over at Trouble and shouted, “My dude, talk to me! Wat’s goin’ on!?”
However Trouble never responded, he just continued to stare out the window speechless the rest of the ride.
Chapter 18
Smoke and Dre were sitting on Smoke’s living room sofa smoking one cigarette after another trying to figure out how they were gonna break the news to Trouble. They had been up since early morning, and now it’s mid-day and they still haven’t come up with anything. Then out of nowhere Smoke got up from the sofa, stretched a little and said, “You son, fuck all dis sitting around acting all depressed shit, my fuckin’ door got kicked in.”
“So what you saying?”
“What I’m saying?!” Smoke restated as he began to pace the floor back and forth, “What I’m saying is, it is what it is we gone just have to let em’ know what happened. He’ll understand.” Dre remained silent for a minute letting it all soak in before replying, “Yeah, you’re right homie…I mean wat else can he say, shit, a muhfucka broke in yo’ crib and stole dat shit it ain’t like we’re lying.”
“Exactly! That’s what I was thinking,” said Smoke still pacing the floor, “Well since we on da’ same page and feel da’ same way let’s call em.”
“Naw homie, fuck callin’ em. We need to holla at em’ face to face, so let’s go!”
“Where we finna go?” said Dre.
“Shit we boutta head over to Miranda’s crib and let Trouble know what happened.”
“Well let’s go then, say no mo!” Dre responded, and they left the crib headed to Miranda’s place.
Chapter 19
Rude Boy and Trouble were exiting the expressway en route to Miranda’s crib and was about five minutes away with Trouble still in silence and mean mugging. However, moments later as Rude Boy came to a stop light he glanced up at his rearview mirror and noticed a black on black Impala SS with black tinted windows slowly pull up behind him.
A few seconds later the light turned green and by Miranda’s crib being on the opposite side of the street a few blocks down, Rude Boy slowly made a U-Turn staring at the Impala trying to see who this could be. But the tint made it impossible as the driver slowly began to make a U-Turn along with him.
Rude Boy continued driving, glancing up at his rearview every other second seeing if the Impala was following him still. Trouble’s sensed something was wrong with Rude Boy as he noticed him looking up at his rear view every other second as if he was paranoid so he blurted out.
“Yo! You a’ight my nigga?”
“Naw mon, I believe these monkey motherfuckas in dis black car behind me following us!!”
So Trouble turned around and looked out the back window and saw the black Impala SS they reminded him of the car of the two brothers had who they robbed as he began to believe that it was them following, but quickly pushed the thought away since he knew the beef with them was over the night he paid Smoke and Dre’s ransom.
As Rude Boy made a right turn onto Miranda’s block, who had the first house on the left, he noticed the black Impala still close up on them as he reached under his seat and grabbed his Mack .11 as he pulled into the driveway. Trouble saw Smoke and Dre walking towards her house when Rude Boy spoke to him.
“Yo my dude, I don’t’ know what’s going on, but I believe dem pussy motherfuckas trying to rob us! Reach under yo seat and grab dat!”
Trouble reached under the seat and grabbed a Uzi, looked at it, looked at Rude Boy a quick second, then got out making his way over to the Impala. Rude Boy got up after him and followed behind Trouble with his Mack .11 ready to shoot. Trouble crept down the driveway towards the vehicle with both hands in his pockets and the Uzi stuffed in the back of his trousers. He drew closer to the vehicle and suddenly the front passenger side window started lowering causing him to recognize the individual as one of the henchmen of the brothers they robbed.
“Ay Trouble!” hollered Smoke as he and Dre ran up to him causing him to take his attention away from the vehicle.
“What’s up!?” he hollered never taking his eyes off of the vehicle anymore.
“Yo! We need to holla at you!” Smoke uttered.
“Naw not right now. Dem fuckin’ migos dunn pulled up at da’ crib, now—”
“Fo’ what?” Dre interrupted reaching under his shirt and pulling out his .45 Smith and Wesson. “I thought da’ beef was ova!?”
“I did too, So wat da’ fuck dey here fo?” said Trouble as he, Rude Boy, Smoke and Dre all eyed the vehicle with their shooters in hand as all four doors of the Sedan came open. The four of them eyed the vehicle as the two henchmen quickly stepped out of the front seats, at the same time the brothers exited from the back seat. The four of them began to make their way up the driveway and so everyone except Rude Boy aimed their guns in their direction.
“Fuck y’all doin’ pullin’ up in my domain, I gave y’all what y’all wanted so—”
“We’re not after you or your compadres.”
“Yeah our beef with you guys is behind us amigo,” both brothers stated as the four of them stood in front of them. “But you guys need to watch da’ company you keep around y’all…Our beef is wit da’ punta of you have wit y’all…Now, where’s our money! You’ve been duckin’ and dodging us for months. Didn’t think we were gonna catch you huh punta!?”
“It’s not dat. I wasn’t tryna dodge y’all, I—I—”
“So where’s our money if you wasn’t tryin’ to dodge us?”
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br /> Rude Boy looked at Trouble sadly saying, “Yo, my dude, yo got de’ money ready fo’ me yet?”
Trouble looked at Smoke and Dre, “Aye did y’all make da’ transaction y’all was tellin’ me bout last nite?”
“Dat’s what we came to holla at you bout big bruh,” said Smoke.
“A’ight, holla at me, what’s up?”
Smoke shook his head, “Mannn, when we had shit lined up fo’ erry’thang you gave us to be sold today. But somebody kicked my door in last night while I was at da’ club when we got back to da’ crib I checked da’ closet but da’ bricks was gone!’
That moment, all hell broke loose as both henchmen drew down on Rude Boy while the two brothers harassed him for frontin’ out the same bricks that they fronted him. He quickly aimed his Mack .11 at the back of Trouble’s neck mad he fronted the same bricks to Smoke and Dre that he fronted him. Smoke and Dre had their guns aimed at Rude Boy in Trouble’s defense.
All the yelling went back and forth for a few minutes, Miranda opened her door and stood there in shock after hearing all the commotion going on from inside. Seeing the henchmen’s guns pointed at Rude Boy, Rude Boy’s pointed at the back of Trouble’s neck, then Smoke and Dre both aimed at Rude Boy. Before she could figure out what was going on and try to rectify the situation all she heard was loud banging noises from multiple shots being fired.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Tatt-Tatt-Tatt-Tatt!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
To Be Continued…
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