Trapstar Double book (Parts 1 & 2 Boxed Set)

by Blake Karrington

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  Tank cruised through the dark streets of Charlotte with his always serious and to the point street mentor, Cowboy, riding shotgun. The gritty sounds of Yo Gotti reverberated from the old school Caprice Classic’s sound system. Every so often, Tank would check the time on his watch. Then, without giving himself away, he would periodically sneak a glance over at his passenger whose facial expression never seemed to change. His appearance seemed like that of a statue with eyes that blinked very little. It was as if his entire being lived in another place. Tank was in no way gay, but he began to think that Cowboy was probably a real ladies man in his day. Even though Cowboy was well into his mid to late 50’s, he was still what women would consider attractive. He had nice wavy hair and very strong facial features. His body was built like a 25-year-old boxer that most likely came from long stints in prison. The penitentiary had a way of preserving niggas.

  Tank made another right turn, in hopes of concealing the destination from Cowboy. Although he trusted the old man with his life, Tank understood that the less his potential codefendant knew, the better it would be for all involved.

  What Tank hadn’t recognized was the fact that Cowboy was very aware his surroundings. In fact, his senses were so keen, focused and alert, that he could easily recount the exact amount of times that Tank had checked and rechecked the timepiece on his arm. Cowboy, without the slightest hesitation, could just as easily slide over into the driver’s seat, put the car in reverse and retrace the streets they’d traveled on in the past two hours. It wasn’t until they had turned on a very familiar street that Cowboy finally broke his eerie silence.

  “Where you going boy?” he asked Tank.

  Before answering him, Tank looked at his Benny watch again.

  “Chill Unk, a couple more blocks and we’ll be there.”

  Cowboy started to question Tank again, but quickly decided against it. Instead, he settled himself back against the seat and willed himself to be quiet as Tank killed the car headlights just before he pulled into a driveway that seemed familiar to him.

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  Charrise awoke to the sound of her latest ringtone. She grabbed her phone while trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. After focusing, she looked down at the screen to see her mother’s name appear.

  “Oh God.”

  This was a call she had been both expecting and dreading at the same time.

  She looked at the clock on the phone docking station and charger. It read 2:45 A.M. Charrise knew that a phone call from her mother at this hour was not good news. Hell if it was 2:45 in the afternoon, Lorraine never called, except to complain or report bad news. But still she was her mom, and she loved her dearly.

  “Yes Mom, what is it?” Charrise answered.

  “It’s not your mother, this is your father.” Herman whispered groggily into the receiver.

  “Daddy, is everything okay, where is Mommy?” Charrise responded. Panic instantly took over her.

  “That is why I’m calling you. Me and your mother had a big argument and she stormed out the house about six hours ago.”

  “Where did she go, Daddy?”

  “I’m not sure where she went, but as you can see, she left her phone. I’m starting to get worried about her because she has never left the house for this long and not called.” he paused for a moment and then continued in his low raspy voice. “I was hoping you could come by and give me a lift up to the gambling store. That car of mine won’t crank.”

  “Gambling store?” Charrise asked.

  “Yes. You know your mother likes to go up there and play the online slot machines, but that’s not a place for women to be, this time of night.

  Herman could hear Charrise fumbling with her phone.

  “Are you still there? Hello?” he asked.

  “I’m still here, I just dropped my phone.” she answered.

  “Look, I’m on my way out the door now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  “Okay, I’ll be waiting,” Herman answered.

  After disconnecting with his daughter, Herman quickly began to dial another number.

  He waited…

  “Yo, what up?” Hakeem asked after answering the phone.

  “Everything is a go.” Herman said weakly.

  “That’s good old man, that’s real good. I’ll make sure to relay that to my peoples, ya heard?”

  “What about the money?” Herman asked in a more determined voice this time.

  “Easy Pops, I got ya bread right here. I’ll give it to you as soon as the switch is done.

  “And no one will be hurt right?”

  “That’s right old man… and before you ask, your money will be in the exact place that we discussed it would be.”

  “If it’s not in the exact place where we talked about son, I will have the whole Mecklenburg County Police Department swarming this city looking for you.”

  “Like I said, the money will be there, and don’t be threating me with that cop shit, you sick muthafucka.” Hakeem snapped back through the phone.

  “Take it easy young buck, I –I just need that money is all.” Herman said in a much more mellow tone of voice.

  “Aight, that sounds a lot better.” Hakeem screamed

  “Someone’s pulling up in my driveway now, is that your people?”

  “No, it must be her. You just sit tight and don’t move until you hear my signal.”

  “Alright, but remember what we agreed upon, don’t hurt her!”

  He had no idea that his request had fallen upon deaf ears. Hakeem had already hung up the phone and called Tank.

  Charrise pulled into her parent’s driveway, quickly bringing her baby blue Lexus to a stop.

  “Why is it that every time I come over here, it’s so dark? How many times do I have to remind them to keep the porch lights on?” she griped while trying to buckle her Mark Jacob sandals onto her feet.

  With her mind still transfixed on her parent’s lack of lighting, Charrise didn’t notice the two shady figures approaching her vehicle until it was too late. She jumped out the car and took about three steps when she walked into something that felt like a tree. The impact from the blow knocked her off balance and momentarily forced all of the air out of her lungs.

  Just as she started to recover, Charrise looked up at the looming dark figure, a figure she recognized as that of a man.

  “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing wandering around my parent’s house?” she struggled to get her words out.

  The unknown figure didn’t answer her, but instead, he reached down and grabbed her by one of her wrists.

  “Let me go!” Charrise immediately started to scream. “Get off of me!” she yelled. She began kicking and swinging her one loose arm wildly. “Get off —” A powerful hand that clamped over her mouth, cut off her words.

  “Shut that bitch up Unk.”She heard someone say behind her.

  With sheer fright taking over, Charrise fought with all the power her small body could muster.

  “Hold that bitch still Unk.”

  “I got her boy… ouch!” he screamed.

  “What Unk?”

  ’”This girl just bit me!” he shouted.

  Tank grabbed her. “Hold still bitch!”

  “NO!” Charrise screamed.

  Left with no choice, Tank raised his pistol, and brought the butt of his gun down against her head. The blow from the butt of the firearm hit the back of her head so hard, it sounded like a peach dropping onto the concrete. Her small body fell towards the ground, only to be grabbed and held up by Cowboy.

  “Open the trunk, boy.”

  “Why? Just put the bitch in the back seat, Unk.” Tank said.

  Cowboy gave Tank a long hard stare before responding.

  “Boy it’s too risky to put her in back seat, do you want us to get life for kidnapping?”

  “Hell no, you know better than that Unk.”

  “Well I suggest you open this damn trunk.” Cowboy repeate
d as he carried Charrise’s 120 pound limp body around to the back of the car.

  After securing their target inside the trunk, Tank retrieved a brown paper bag from the front seat. He quickly ran over to the large patio of the home and tossed the bag up against the door. He then ran, jumped into the car, and sped off.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brianna came home first thing in the morning after receiving a text from Charrise, letting her know that she had gone to help out Herman with something. After checking in on Jonathan, and giving him more meds, she sat alone inside a small section of her home that she’d turned into what she referred to as the “Sanctuary Room.” She had installed a water feature with running waterfalls and live fish at its base. The constant sound of running water soothed her.

  Sipping on a bottle of flavored Moscato, her mind drifted back to the events and meetings over the past two weeks. Her entire organization wanted revenge… and so did she.

  Brianna knew that she would have to retaliate for what had happened to her brother. She also knew that vengeance would have to be brutal and unforgettable. In the underworld, problems with yo’ street family were handled or resolved in the streets, but when it came to blood family, the message sent back to the adversaries involved could be nothing less than a toe tag. Brianna’s expression turned into a vicious smile as she thought of Hakeem. She hated him more than anything on earth. Her thoughts turned to her last meeting with Kasy and Selena, and the conversations that had taken place.

  “No Bri… listen to me ma, we gots to find dis nigga right now and deal with this shit. You feel me? If not, every muthafucka in dis city gon come at us.” Kasy said.

  “Yeah, I feel you and I understand that Kasy but…”

  “But what?” he yelled in frustration. He instantly tried to calm his tone and began to speak softer.

  “Look Bri, this nigga shot your baby brother down in cold blood right in front of four, five hundred people. And don’t forget, half them niggas was go hard street niggas just like you and me. What do you think those niggas is thinking right now? I’ll tell you what they thinking, them niggas is already making plans to come at us Bri. We got to show them muthafuckas we playing for keeps.”

  Brianna sat quietly and listened for a long time without saying anything. She knew that everything her most trusted soldier had said was true. There was no way she could allow an act like that to happen and not be handled. She could not allow something else to happen to her family.

  “You right Kasy, we cannot let this shit just wash away. But this situation with the Feds has really got me shook right now. I’m thinking we all need to lay low, because word on the street is that fucking with Hakeem is like fucking with the Feds since he’s working with them. But a message must be sent to let everyone know what happens when you fuck with me and mines. So let’s touch the little niggas who was with him, and that bitch of his who has had something coming to her trifling ass anyway. And we will save that bitch nigga for later.” she said, as she gave them both a sinister smile.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking bout, murder mami.” Selena had shouted out from a quiet corner of the room.

  Brianna’s phone rang, jarring her out of her reverie. The small screen on the iPhone came to life with the name Baby-Sis and the option for FaceTime. Brianna quickly pressed accept, and a very clear image of her baby sister Charrise, bound by the hands and feet popped up. A large black male hand removed the gag that was stuffed in Charrise’s mouth.

  “Bri please help me. These men are going to kill me…please he —” before she could finish, the same large man forced the gag back in her mouth. He spoke into the phone with a clear deep voice.

  “Listen up bitch. You’ve got 48 hours to come up with half a mil. If not, you can say goodbye to this lil sexy bitch sister of yours. And we’ll be sure to enjoy every part of her before we put her to rest! Keep your phone near you because I will be calling you back with the details of where to bring that paper! You got that bitch?”

  All Brianna could do was nod her head in agreement, as tears rolled down both of her cheeks. She quickly tried to wipe them away because she knew that it was not the time for weakness.

  Charrise continued to scream at the phone in hopes that by some miracle, Brianna could come and rescue her instantly. But her pleas went unanswered, at least temporarily.

  “Look shorty, it’s no need to do all that hollering, the phone has already hung up and it’s no way anyone can hear you all the way out here. But if you just like something in your mouth, keep it up, because I got something perfect for it.” Tank said, while grabbing his dick.

  The other men standing around him began to laugh. All except Cowboy. He stood there with his normal business face, before he motioned for Tank to follow him. Once outside the small house that sat on the North and South Carolina border town of Fort Mill, Cowboy spoke his piece with Tank.

  “Look youngin’ if my work is done, I’d like to be compensated and I can leave you boys to ya’ll business.” he uttered in a quiet tone.

  Tank looked down at his phone as he contemplated calling Hakeem to see if Cowboy’s services were still needed, but decided against it. He figured that he was second in charge and was more than capable of making the decision.

  “Unk, you good for right now, but I can’t break bread with you until this job is seen all the way through, you feel me?”

  “Yea, I feel you youngin, but put something in my pocket until that time and have one of the young boys drop me off at the house. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

  Tank could sense that Cowboy was ready to leave, so he didn’t put up a fight. Instead, he hollered inside to one of the two men that were watching Charrise and instructed him to take Cowboy home and to come right back.

  Once he was back inside, Tank and Duke popped open a small jug of syrup. Syrup was the new drink that was sweeping the south. All anyone needed was cough syrup, sprite, jolly ranchers, and some white Styrofoam cups and it was an instant party or sleep fest.

  After a couple of swigs, Duke looked at Tank and asked, “So what you think? You want to give shorty a sip?” He pointed over to Charrise.

  “Do you think the little bitch can handle this shit?” Tank asked back.

  “Bro you know them bitches go crazy on this shit, especially if it’s her first time. You feel me?” Duke spoke with a sly look on his face.

  “Nigga I feel you and I’m ahead of you. Shit I think I got some bars in my car, we can mix the two and I know this bitch will get right!

  “Hell yeah my nigga, grab them and let’s get this party started right!” Duke screamed while giving Tank some dap.

  Once Tank had come back in from retrieving the Xanax from the glove compartment of his car, he removed the gag from Charrise’s mouth and placed the cup up to her lips, while Duke held her nose so she would have to swallow. Charrise did all she could to prevent the men from pouring their concoction down her throat, but to no avail. No matter how much she shook her head back and forth, the majority of the drink, followed by the pills, flowed directly down her throat. Duke was right, it didn’t take long for the drugs to begin to take effect on Charrise. She was completely out of it and singing along with the music video the men had blasting on the large plasma TV.

  I wear Gucci I wear Prada at the same damn time

  On the phone cooking dope at the same damn time

  Selling white selling mid at the same damn time

  Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time

  At the same damn time, at the same damn time

  At the same damn time, at the same damn time

  I’m at Pluto I’m at Mars at the same damn time

  On the sofa popping bottles at the same damn time”

  “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about lil mama. Duke go ahead and un-tie her. I think she ready to really party with some niggas, ain’t that right?” Tank asked, looking back at Charrise and smiling. Duke was well ahead of him and began removing the ties that we
re placed around Charrise’s hands and feet.

  Charrise staggered up and began to dance to the music. She was all off beat, but it didn’t seem to bother Tank or Duke. Both men were too busy removing her clothes, until she stood before them completely nude.

  Tank quickly laid her back on the small oil stained sofa that sat in the old house. He took a complete look at Charrise. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had seen naked who wasn’t shaking her ass and asking for him to make it rain. But even those women couldn’t measure up to what was before him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he totally forgot that Duke was even present.

  Tank parted Charrise’s legs gently and began to feast on her insides. Something in the inside of Charrise told her to push him away, but the effects of the drugs had fully taken over her, physically. Instead, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him deeper into her womanhood.

  Duke, seeing that Tank had claimed his spot, pulled out his long black dick and placed it into Charrise’s openly groaning mouth. He straddled her chest, pushing his pipe in and out of her warm awaiting mouth. It didn’t take long for him to reach climax and he pushed his large member even further down Charrise’s throat as the liquid filled her mouth and ran down her cheeks. Duke didn’t even want to move. He wished he could just stay there and enjoy the moment forever, but Tank had other plans.

  Tank took off his pants and laid on the back side of Charrise. He knew he was too large to try to enter her from the top. He held her right leg up in the air, to give his small penis a better chance of gaining entrance. The hot wet feeling of Charrise’s vaginal walls was complete heaven. Tank didn’t think the feeling of Charrise could match her taste, but he was definitely wrong. He stroked her with small slow grinds, trying to savor the feeling of ecstasy he was now in. But the mixture of the fluid, the heat and the grabbing of her ass made Charrise’s pussy muscles tighten up so much that Tank began to explode inside her. Tank let out a loud scream and moaned as if he was trying to push a 500 hundred pound weight off his chest.