by Lucinda John
"Jozye ou tande m 'pale ak ou?" (Joshua do you hear me talking to you?)
"Wi grann mwen tande ou," (Yes grandmother I hear you.) I replied zipping up my bags.
"Zoe, you ready?" my right hand Choppa asked walking in my room.
"Yeah nigga, let’s go fuck it up! We back nigga." I dapped him up.
"Mèsi poutèt ou pran swen nan m 'pou senk ane ki sot pase yo. Mwen renmen ou anpil." (Thank you for taking care of me for the past five years. I love you very much.) I kissed my grandmother on the cheeks.
Once I got my feet back in the game, I was going to work on having her come to America. I was the only one down here with her and I didn't want her to be alone.
"Di manman ou Mwen manke l 'ak vin vizite m' byento." (Tell your mother I miss her and to come visit me soon.) She kissed me and handed me a bag of goodies to go back home with.
"Dwe san danje Jozye," (Be safe Joshua.) she stressed as we walked out of the house.
Since those pigs decided that I was a menace to society, they sent me and Choppa back to our motherland. We've been living in the beautiful Port-Au-Prince for the past five years. When I first came down here my grandmother was struggling and living in a tent. I was able to flip some shit with an old head named Jean Jack, giving me access to the best weed and coke to ever grace the world.
Choppa and I had some niggas back home pushing weed for us, and we was bringing in a lot of money. I was able to stack up, and move my grandmother into the three-story mansion I just left. We had the biggest and prettiest house on the block. I left my grandmother with a lot of money and heavy security to watch over her while I was gone.
Back when my father ran the East we had shit poppin. We ran the East and the yanks ran the West. I strongly believe that Biggs had something to do with my father's death, because as soon as the plane shipped my ass off he was already killing off my father's people and taking over.
Those yanks overstepped their boundaries by crossing over to our side, and for that they were going to pay. The only territory that belonged to them was Sunland, Franklin, and Dillard Park. Everything else was rightfully ours and I was going to kill every motherfucker until I got it back.
"Ou pare frè?" (You ready brother) Choppa asked as we boarded the plane.
"Zam mwen pare fè tout pale la." (My gun ready to do all the talking.) I nodded my head.
The three-hour flight had a nigga restless, hungry and horny. Seeing Beamer’s sexy ass waiting for us at the airport immediately had my dick standing up. Beamer used to be my main chick back when I ran the block. When I got deported, she flew up to Haiti to a couple of times to visit me. On one specific visit I decided to cut her loose. I was sentenced to five years of deportation and I knew she wouldn't wait that long for me. Beamer was a rider, but she wasn't loyal. I heard plenty of stories regarding her popping the pussy I was the first to break in.
"Hey baby!" Beamer jumped into my arms kissing me on the neck.
"What's good, ma?" I licked my lips caressing her fat ass.
"Damn I missed you so much baby." She buried her head in my neck and inhaled my skin.
"I missed you too, ma." I put her down to admire her beauty.
Beamer was very beautiful, but her lack of street knowledge is what turned me off. There were times she would come visit and I would tell her to bring a package down for me and she would chicken out. I had no desire to be with Beamer any more, but there was nothing wrong with fucking her for the mean time.
"This you?" I asked as she led us to her BMW.
"All me baby," she smiled hitting the locks.
We threw our bags in the trunk and I hopped in the front seat.
"What you do for a living?" I asked.
"I'm a supervisor at Iqor."
"Iqor?"
"Yes, it's a call center in Lakes."
“Word?"
"Yup."
"That's what’s up."
"Where to?" she asked.
"Imma go chop it up with ma dukes then I'm tryna get up in those draws. You got a man now?"
"No."
"Good. So you gon let a nigga fuck?" I got to the point causing Choppa to fall out in the back seat laughing.
"That's all you want?"
"I want you to suck my dick too, the same way I trained you to," I smirked, remembering how I taught Beamer how to suck a mean dick.
When I met Beamer we were only sixteen. The more serious we got the better her life got. I was a young nigga who had everything because my father was the Boss. Instead of sitting back benefitting off of my father's money, he made me work for it. My two baby sisters and my mother were the only ones that got spoiled in our household. I had to bleed the block day and night for each pair of J’s I owned.
When I turned eighteen my father promoted me, and that's when my mother started coming in. I had Beamer set up to where she ain't want for shit. The same way my father treated my mother was how I treated Beamer. My father used to always tell me “make sure your queen is happy before you do anything else.”
The day Beamer told me she was pregnant with my seed, was the day my father got shot and I got arrested. When I told her I was sentenced to serve five years in Haiti, she stressed herself to the point where she lost my child. I was hurt, but I kept it moving. Every day I thought of that baby, wondering if it was a little boy to take after me.
"Gade nan ti gason ti bebe mwen!" (Look at my baby boy!) My mother yelled, yanking my mind out of lala land.
Joycelyn, my beautiful mother, stood in front of me glowing. Her golden brown hair hung down to the bottom of her back. Her rich, smooth, caramel skin looked flawless. Her smile warmed my heart. I haven't seen my mother since that last time she came to Haiti and visited me, and that was a year ago.
"Manman ou gade konsa bèl" (Mother you look so beautiful.) I got out of the car and hugged her.
Two pretty little girls stood next to her and I bent down and picked them up. My sisters were now the ages six and eight. They looked so much like my father that it was scary. I held on to them tightly and made my father a promise that I was now going to take good care of them.
"Mwen kwit ou pi renmen, diri mawon ak poul fri" (I cooked your favorite, brown rice and fried chicken.) My mother smiled.
"Mwen se manman grangou, mwen vle manje." (I'm hungry mommy I want to eat.) Choppa’s greedy ass said getting out the car.
"Oh Bondye mwen daniel ou te resevwa tèlman gwo gade nan ou." (Oh my god Daniel, you got so big, look at you.) My mother said hugging Choppa.
This was the first time in five years my mother had seen Choppa. Choppa’s mother and my mother were both best friends. Choppa was a year old when his mother died at sea while trying to come to America. When the boat docked, Choppa was found lying on his mother dead's body sucking his thumb. A good friend of my father, who was a coast guard, recognized him and called my father immediately. From that day forward, Choppa became my brother.
Shortly after we got to Haiti he was arrested for drugs and they sent him to Cap. I had to bribe the president with enough money to rebuild the White House in order to have him released in time for us to come to America. Choppa was my brother, my right hand; there was no way I was going to come down if he wasn't coming with me.
My mother invited us all in her house to enjoy the meal she prepared for my coming home dinner. My mom's house was a nice sized, cozy family home next to Fort Lauderdale High School. I made a mental note to move her to Weston once my money was done transferring. All the money that I made in Haiti had to be switched over to American money in order for me to use it.
After dinner, I played a few board games with my sisters until it was time for them to go to bed. One of my boys texted me to let me know that they would moving on Biggs in an hour and to get ready. I didn't want to alarm my mom, so I told her Choppa and I were going out for drinks. After scolding us on staying out of trouble, she went to bed.
Rich honked the horn alerting us know that he was outside. Finding Biggs wouldn't be hard at
all. Like typical hood niggas with no sense, he thought he was untouchable. He stayed in the heart of the hood with no type of security protecting his family. In the middle of the government houses was his mini mansion.
"This nigga is a joke," I laughed, putting the black gloves on my hands.
"He got money in this bitch too," Rich, one of my homies replied.
"What the fuck, man, let’s go take this dumb nigga out of his misery."
Jumping out of the car we crept up to his house. This nigga had the nerves to have a cheap ass security gate guarding his house. All I had to do was kick that bitch down and it opened. Choppa was number one at picking locks. Once he was done with that, we walked right in the house. There was no alarm or anything. This nigga really thought he was God or some shit.
Choppa placed a rag over Biggs’ wife face then snatched her out of bed, tying her down to a chair that I placed in front of their bed. Biggs’ fat ass was snoring like a bear, with no care in the world. He slept peacefully, oblivious to the danger that awaited him.
"Wake up fat ass," I said slapping my gun against his big ass belly.
"What the fuck," he jumped up trying to reach for his gun.
I slapped his ass with the butt of my gun, causing some of his teeth to fall out.
"That's not how you greet the grim reaper," I smirked turning on the lights so that he could get a clear view of who I was.
Nothing about me really changed in the last few years, but the fact that I grew my hair out in dreads and I was now a muscular nigga.
"They let your ass out, huh?" He boldly laughed with a mouth filled with blood.
"They couldn't hold a real nigga down for too long."
"What do you want?"
"I want every single dollar you have in this bitch, I want all my territory back and yours too. This is how we're going to do it. Everything is going to be mine and in order for your niggas to eat they have to pay rent!"
"Pay rent?"
"You heard me. In order to hustle on my turf you gotta pay up!'
"Your turf? Nigga this all me!" he shouted.
"It used to be all you until you decided to cross over to the other side and fuck up what my father built. That's what's wrong with you yanks, y'all lazy asses never want to work for shit!" I spat. "Wake that bitch up!"
Choppa slapped the shit out of Biggs’ wife causing her to stir in the chair she was tied to.
"Yo chill, she ain't have nothing to do with it," Biggs cried.
"She has everything to do with it," I replied. "We're gonna watch Choppa kill her then Imma kill you."
"Send me to hell so I can kill your bitch ass daddy again," he bravely laughed.
"Choppa, shoot that bitch’s pussy off."
I held my gun to Biggs’ head as Choppa laid his wife down on her back and spread her legs. She started squirming and shaking, so Rich kicked her in the head and held her down. I turned Biggs’ head so that his eyes was on everything; I wanted to fuck his head up before I killed him.
"Damn this bitch got a pretty pussy," Choppa said using the tip of his gun to play with her clit.
Choppa shoved his gun in her hole causing her to yell out in pain. He thrust it in and out of her a few times asking her if it felt good. Blood ran down from between her legs and dripped down to the carpet. Biggs sucked in a deep breath as Choppa pulled the trigger, exploding her pussy in half.
"I bet you ain't gon’ be eating that no more," he joked.
"You dumb motherfucker, my niggas are going to come after you!" Biggs rambled on.
"Not if I make it look like your house caught on fire while you guys were sleep," I smirked.
"Kill me now pussy."
"No, I want the money first, all of it."
"Fuck you, you ain't getting shit!"
"I would have to hate to make that trip to your mother's house and kill her and your kids." I looked him in the eyes to show him I was serious.
Being caged up in Haiti for five years made me a ruthless nigga. I have seen so much that nothing fazed me anymore. I held no emotion for anything. I could kill you and sit in the same room with you for days, walking over your body not giving a fuck that you are rotting.
"Everything is in the guest bedroom closet; the first room to your left," he sighed out in defeat.
"Go check it out."
I hummed the lyrics to Alan Cave’s “Se Pa Pou Dat” while I waited for Rich and Choppa to return with the money.
"Ket man vi gade tout lajan sa." (Fuck. Come look at all this money) Rich called out.
"Rest in hell pussy," I said before unloading my full clip into Biggs’ head.
I smiled down at my handiwork as I admired the way his brain fragments scattered across the room. His head and his wife's pussy painted the cream walls red. Walking out the room, I headed over to where Rich and Choppa was and my mouth hung in amazement. This dumb ass had duffel bags filled with money stacked up against the wall of the walk-in closet. I counted about thirty bags filled with money as we tried our best to pile it all in the car.
There was also bags of drugs in the closet but we decided to leave it. With the connect I had back in Haiti, the shit I was going to be pushing would put all his drugs to shame. I went to the kitchen and fucked with the gas line so that it could look like the house exploded due to a gas leak.
Checking our surroundings, we hopped in the car and headed over to our nigga, Amp's house.
"Yo nigga, what's good boy?" Amp said embracing me in a hug.
"Nothing playa, just coolin' it. What's good on you end?"
"Shit. Since your pops got offed and you got deported, we ain't been able to eat."
"You hungry nigga?"
"Starving."
"Then hop on the money train baby. Them East Side boys are back," I smiled slapping fives with him.
"What about Biggs and them yanks?"
"I handled Biggs. As for them yanks, they work for us now. They gotta pay to play."
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about."
"I have a shipment coming in three days. You have three days to set up ten shops in the East and West. Recruit some Zoes to run the blocks, and prepare for the shipment. You think you can handle that?"
"My nigga, I got this."
"That's what's up. I'm about to slide up in Beamer's guts real quick. I'll slide through in the a.m."
"Bra, you still fucking with Beamer like that?" Rich quizzed.
"Nah, I demoted her ass to my jump off," I laughed.
"Man, that hoe been fucking with Bobby."
"Word?"
"Real shit."
"Damn. Well I'm still about to make her suck my dick yo, I'm out."
"Nigga you wild."
I jumped in the car, sent Beamer a text requesting her address. I wasn't mad that she was fucking that nigga Bobby; hell, I could use that to my advantage. Beamer was a grown, single woman. She could fuck anyone she pleased. I was happy as fuck that my boys and I had this big come up. Shit was starting to look up and I was excited to get back in the game how I really wanted to. This time around I had to be smart about it. First thing in the morning I was going to add a few cops, judges, lawyers and even a lawyer to my payroll. I wasn't tryna get jammed up again.
Chapter 12
Bobby
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air smelled like fresh rain, and there wasn't a dry eye in sight, as we all stood in the graveyard where my uncle was being buried. His house exploded into flames burning him and his wife into ashes. The fire department ruled it as a gas leak, but as a nigga in the game I had my doubts.
Cray wrapped her arms tightly around my waist as I held on to her for support. My uncle has been the only father I’ve really known. He taught me everything I know and groomed me into the man I was today. My mother was crushed over the death of her only brother. My uncle was the oldest out of three girls, and they all looked lost today as they grieved for their brother.
After the final prayer, we threw our roses down on the casket and i
t dropped to the ground. My aunt started acting real extra and her ass ended up falling over and ended up six feet under with my uncle. The graveyard workers had to hurry and rescue her dramatic ass.
"Bae, who are those men over there?" Cray asked pointing to four niggas that stood off to the back dressed in all black, sharing a blunt.