Life After Death

by Cliff White III

  Crunchy was quiet for a few seconds.

  “It’ll be seven of us. We not packing anything but guns. Everything else we’ll get on the road. What’s up though? I know you don’t think we just going to go into something blind. We respect you, not fear you, so, what up?”

  “Dudes from the A came down trying to extort Samantha. Her and my brother didn’t go for that and one of theirs got killed. They done kidnapped Fatima and showed me on the phone her getting stomped out. They told us to come to the A to get her back, and that’s where me and my brother going. Y’all coming or not?”

  “Say no more. They want us in the A, we there. See you when you get here.”

  He immediately dialed another number. I heard my aunt pick up on the second ring.

  “Aunt Terry, pack up all the money and the bricks right now. We’ll be back in a few to pick everything up.”

  He closed his eyes as our Aunt was saying something to him.

  “Nah, everything is not alright. My girl was kidnapped and taken to Atlanta. We going to get her back, dead or alive, and teach them boys a lesson. Are you coming?”

  He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was hoping that she would come with us. She had stepped up for him when our parents died and they became skin tight. The smile that suddenly stretched across his face made me smile.

  “Good, auntie. I’m going to need you. See you soon. Don’t pack anything. We’ll go shopping when we get down there.”

  I looked at Samantha.

  “Are you coming to Atlanta ?”

  She smiled, and then smacked the hell out of me. Redman laughed as he jumped out of the car!

  “I guess she answered your question. Go get the Benz and grab some cash. See you in a few.”

  Chapter 21

  [BANKHEAD, ATLANTA]

  Redman made us drive through Bankhead strictly because he’s a huge T.I. fan. I never thought I would see a city that was grimier than B-More, but Bankhead made me realize poverty resides everywhere. It looked more poor to me because it wasn’t blocks of row houses as I was used to. It was blocks of abandoned houses that were all fucked up and that one wouldn’t see in B-More. The streets that had nice size individual houses were in good shape. The thinking was that once one make the jump to a house, then it was time to take care of your shit.

  We got five rooms at the Hampton Inn in Buckhead. We also got a room at The Ellis Hotel for Aunt Terri. That was where we intended to keep all of the money and drugs.

  I took fifty thou out of our stash drove our ten soldiers to the Lenox Square Mall, handed them five g’s a piece, and we all had a ball. People wonder why one’s soldiers end up robbing and killing their boss; it’s because their boss was been stingy with the killers who kill for them – such stinginess never made sense to me. I always took good care of my soldiers to the extent that even lawyer money for all was already put up. I knew that many killers had rotted away in prison because their money hadn’t equaled their street rep! Not on my watch though.

  After we showed off in Lenox we headed to the Cumberland Mall with one goal in mind; to book some females. Although my soldiers had sex on their mind, that wasn’t why I was out to get in tight with one of these local women. There are five different ways to infiltrate a new state in order to get into big drug money. One, was by having family who are already established in the spot you seek to take over; two, was through street dudes who were well respected and feared in that area; three, the violent way; four, was by buying support from the broke hustlers who were trying to come up by extending to them an opportunity to get the type of money they only dreamed about; and five was through unsuspecting, greedy females. It’s simple, be generous with money and have a good sex game and you will know all the info you will need in order to take over. This is a tactic that has been going on for decades.

  After walking around for a little while, we spotted a clique of bad females that had only one ugly chick. However, since the ugly chick had the sexiest body out of all them, she was cool. Redman was the slick, talking pretty boy who approached the group and had all of them eating out of his hand in less than five minutes. We then took them shopping, spending about ten thousand on them. Next, we all went back to the hotel and split up into little groups. I took two chicks with me to my hotel room where I knew Samantha was waiting.

  We walked into my room where Samantha was laying on the bed naked, playing with her kitty Kat, watching The Best of Pinky while she waited for us. I was the first to start getting naked. Everybody else quickly followed. The girls got on the bed and together started giving Samantha fellatio. Samantha’s eyes and mine locked. Very quickly she was moaning and squirming, and our eye contact never wavered. I then watched in pure lust at the asses that were floating in the air. I walked over to them slowly, and smirked as Samantha stared at my saluting soldier. I entered the red bone and enjoyed the loud sexy moan that escaped from her lips. Samantha smiled at me.

  “Fuck her good, baby!”

  I straight got to it, ramming it all the way in her, loving the way her ass jiggled with every stroke. The sound of different females moaning and screaming had me pumped up like I had drunk ten five-hour energy drinks. After a few minutes, I laid on the bed and Samantha straight hopped on my face. The other girl hopped on and straddled my stallion. This was a hustler’s heaven! We all did our thing to one another for a couple of hours until I dozed off.

  I woke up to Samantha shaking me awake. The red bone chick was standing behind her, counting money and smoking a blunt. I looked back at Samantha and smiled because I could tell by her sly smirk that she was up to no good.

  “Chris, this is Jade. I paid her two stacks to give us the info we need on Snowman and them.”

  I looked at Jade, and then looked back at Samantha.

  “How you know she won’t set us up?”

  Jade stepped up in my face and looked me in the eyes as she slowly took off her shirt. She began to rub the scar that was beneath her belly button.

  “Snowman forced me to get an abortion. When I told him that I wanted to keep the baby, he put a blue glock .40 to my head, and told me to do the right thing. I finally am doing the right thing by getting revenge for my baby that he killed. Let’s go.”

  I got dressed and followed them out to the Benz. Jade got into the driver’s seat, and Samantha and I got in the back as Redman, who I had just awakened on our way out, got in the front. Jade put a CD in and sparked another blunt.

  “This a new Snowman mix tape. He the hottest in the A right now. I can’t stand him but I like his music. It’s twisted but what’s not these days?”

  Chapter 22

  We drove for about fifteen minutes before she drove slowly by a huge white house and stopped.

  “See that white house that I just passed?”

  We all nodded yes.

  “Everybody calls it the White House. That’s where Messiah, Snowman, and others done made millions. It’s also where us stripper bitches love to go because you never walk out of there with less than a thousand dollars. And they don’t let you give up the cookies; you definitely walking out of there with no less than three thou. It’s always a bunch of niggaz in there that’s always strapped with big ass guns. But, by late at night, them same niggaz be all high and off point by weed, pills, and drink. That’s the best time to get them. Plus, nobody has ever tried any bullshit with them here, so they not prepared for that type of drama.”

  For the rest of the ride, I just planned out the way we would move late that night. She showed us what zones different rappers were from – Atlanta being divided into zones. We smoked during the entire tour. When the munchies hit, she took us to The Busy Bee Café and we got busy. There is nothing in the world like real country food! We went back to the motel where everybody was standing outside smoking and listening to music. Samantha and I picked two different chicks and we went into our room.

  Chapter 23

  At about four in the morning, I sent out a group text: ”meet me in the parking
lot in ten minutes, dressed in all black, and bring all the straps. Time to introduce these country ass dudes to the ways of Murdaland!” I sat in the parking lot cleaning my glock .40, watching as my team began to make it to the parking lot. Nobody had a cowardly look on their face. I thought that it was a shame that we getting ready to go murder some black men, but that’s just how shit is in these streets.

  “One of the strippers took us on a city tour , so we know where Fatima is . We are going in there to murder everybody and hopefully we will get her back. We don’t even know for sure if she still is alive so nobody concentrate’s on her safety. Keep focused on the mission at hand which is to murder every single person that is in the house.

  “We are also snatching anything that looks worth taking as well as leaving some of the drugs that I know we will find, around the house to make the murders drug related. This has to look like a robbery slash drug deal gone bad.”

  We all looked at one another – knowing that, in the last few months, we had had to kidnap a few stickup boy family members; and we never let any of them live – especially the stick up boys!

  “I know y’all ready to trip off of me, but I want to do this shit like some mafia movie shit. It’s twelve of us which means we splitting in two groups. There are four silencers, so that’s two in each group. In each group, the goal is for the two killers with the silencers to be the ones to shoot. That’s the goal. But if anything looks suspect, pull the trigger and think about what you did later. I just figure less noise gives us a better chance of handling our business and everybody escaping.

  “ If you get caught and go to an Atlanta penitentiary for going against one of the most beloved hustlers in this city, you will die. Nobody gets caught tonight. Just follow me and Red in, and the rest is for you to figure out while making smart, precise and brutal decisions. Nobody here wants to die or get jammed up, so we all should be on the same page. Right?”

  Everybody nodded their heads. I looked at Redman, who was playing with his gun and staring off into space.

  “Redman, your turn to speak.”

  He looked at each of us in our eyes for a few seconds a piece before he sparked a blunt.

  “Not much to say other than survive and abide by the code if things goes sour. Anyone that may not survive this mission, please know that your families will be well taken care of. Anybody snitches, your family will catch the wrath until you do. Let’s go get my wife back and I appreciate each one of you for being here.”

  We piled into Redman’s and my car, and headed to the White House! I turned up the Snowman mix tape, and was surprised at how banging it was. Too bad it would be his last! It took us about twenty minutes to get there. We went hard and pulled up into the driveway with our lights turned off. Nobody slammed doors, and we all blended into the night as we crept to the back of the house.

  As we bent the corner, we froze because we saw a huge dude swimming in the pool. Redman leaned toward me and whispered “That’s big Tamar, Messiah’s brother. You probably didn’t hear about him because he moved to Hollywood where he still runs shit in Detroit. He lived on the same street as Tom Cruise.”

  I looked at Redman and frowned, not liking how it sounded – like he was riding this Negro dick. I then smirked as I was about to walk away.

  “At least he was able to enjoy his life."

  I walked quickly up to the pool and waited for him to get closer. As he was about to touch the wall, he looked up. His eyes widened and, for a big dude, his reaction was fast as hell. He shot to the bottom of the pool, and began to swim away from me. I aimed at him and squeezed the trigger sixteen times. As blood slowly began to change the color of the pool, he slowly rose to the top of the pool and began to float. We all then rushed toward the back door, and quietly entered the unlocked back door.

  We now stood in the living room behind two dudes who were playing 2k13. The other five dudes in the room were sleeping with Styrofoam cups sitting in front of them. I smiled because the dudes were thinking they were so on point; but look at them. Redman put his gun to one of the guy’s head, and I put mine to the other’s head; before we pulled the triggers, we smiled at one another, and then pulled our triggers at the same time. Fab and Pusha, the other two dudes who had guns with silencers, began to shoot the other guys in their faces.

  Me and my group then ran up the stairs, and ran into one of the strippers that had been with us last night. She froze, and before she could scream, I shot her three times in her face. A naked dude carrying a chromed out Ak-47 came running out of a room. Fab caught him with three shots in his temple. Meek scooped up the AK and smiled. We walked toward a room that had Jagged Edge flowing from it. I slowly pushed open the door and froze.

  There was Fatima, riding who had to be Messiah. She had her handcuffed hands flat on his chest as she rose up to the tip of his manhood and slammed herself on him. As she was slowly swirling herself back up his wood, her neck suddenly turned toward us. Her face reacted, but her body didn’t. The sly smirk that she hit us with let us know she was about to do something.

  Somebody must have gone and gotten Redman because he brushed past me and entered the room.

  “Fatima, get up off that bitchass nigga so I can murder him.”

  She looked backwards and smiled sinisterly as her eyes locked onto Redman. I instantly felt fire blaze through my veins as I stared into her two, swollen, terribly black eyes. She quickly pulled a box cutter from underneath her pillow, and made his throat smile. For a few seconds, he didn’t realize what happened. Then his eyes popped wide open as he grabbed his throat. I smiled as blood began to seep through his fingers. Redman walked up to Fatima and handed her his sharp ass buck knife as he bent over and kissed both of her eyes. She slowly turned back toward Messiah, and lowered the knife to his face; when the tip was resting on his cheek, she slowly began to push it in. When it was half way in, she snatched it out and began to stab him repeatedly until her arm couldn’t swing any more.

  We all were stuck because this is not the type of murder that majority of street dudes do. We blow brains out, and sometimes that’s messy, and sometimes it’s not. Her entire body was covered and dripping with blood. He no longer had a face – just bones and blood. Redman helped her off him, and tried to help her wipe his blood off of her. She smacked at his hands as she got dressed.

  “Nah Red, I need his blood to stay on me for a while. I wish I could kill that bitch again.

  Somebody see if that whore’s breathing.”

  Nobody moved. Redman grabbed her around the shoulders and they began to walk out.

  “Big Bro, we heading to the car.”

  I nodded to him as they disappeared. I then looked at all of my killers.

  “Aiight, grab whatever has value and keep what you take.”

  Everybody took off out of the room at the same time. Me, I stayed in the room, hoping that a major stash was in there. I walked into the walk-in closet and just laughed. Sitting six feet high was a huge safe. On top of it were two stacks of bricks that rose close to the ceiling. The safe was open, and it was completely filled with cash. I knew that they had cake, but not this much! I called to everybody. It only took a few seconds for everybody to arrive, standing there looking at the safe. I turned toward them.

  “Yo, me and Redman ready to disappear for a while, so this shit is for y’all to get on top and never look back. There are forty three bricks. That’s four bricks a piece, and y’all split the three remaining bricks. There are four shelves of money. Me and Red get three shelves, and y’all split one.”

  My petty ass also grabbed some clothes – and not just any clothes. I grabbed some Dussault Apparel’s Trashed jeans; I had read somewhere on the Internet that each pair cost two hundred and fifty stacks. He had five pairs and some Gucci jeans. I also grabbed a few of his shoes. All of us then slipped back into the cars, and slid off as if we hadn’t just left behind over ten bodies.

  Fatima knocked on our hotel door. Samantha answered it and, after taking one lo
ok at her face, burst into tears. Redman gently guided both of them to his car and we all headed to Aunt Terry’s room. We put all of our bags on the luggage cart, told the bell man to kick rocks, and we took it up ourselves. By the time we got to the room, all three of the girls were in the room crying. Redman was sitting in front of the door, smoking a blunt of Loud to the Head. We laid out all of the shit that we had gotten out of the house, and put it in separate piles. I ordered a king’s breakfast for everybody. We ate, smoked and drank until we all passed out.

  Chapter 24

  For the next ten days, we had a ball in Atlanta. We hit up Mardi Gras, The Cheetah, and Magic City, which are the top strip clubs in Atlanta. Redman and Fatima tried to fuck Lisa Ray, who we all had met at Justin’s. She wasn’t having it though. They ended up fucking a famous porn star who I think was Jada Fire but it was dark at the strip club, so I didn’t get a clear look at her. We sent Aunt Terry and the goons back to B-More because they were dying to turn it up. We paid attention to all of the news about the deaths of Messiah and his entire click, who were beloved by the streets and hated by the law enforcement. They had no leads, so we were feeling good!

  After selling Putt and his click fifteen bricks, we decided to go on a world tour. Through Putt’s connections, for all of us to get fake ID’s and passports, we kicked out twenty five thou. Before we headed out of the country, we had to meet with a crooked accountant in Miami so we could pay him two hundred and fifty thousand to transfer the five or so million we were lugging around into offshore accounts.

  It took us about six hours to get to Miami. I impressed everybody when we checked into The Setai, which is in the heart of South Beach. I had read about this hotel and fell absolutely in love with it. It definitely lived up to it being one of the ten most expensive hotels in the Country. We hit the two king size beds as soon as we entered the room. When we awakened, we ate, smoked, and then got super fresh so we could show off in the Miami streets!