by White, Silk
“I missed you too,” G-money replied as he sippedfrom his glass of Henny, as the multiple jets massaged his body. Having Coco back in his life made G-money feel goodinside. He really loved Coco and hated to have to wonder if she was okay, or not when the two were separated.
“Pour me a cup of that. A bitch is parched over here,” Coco said playfully as she nudged G-money with her foot.
“Keep your crusty feet to yourself,” G-money said, playfully swatting her foot away as he reached forthe bottle of Henny.
Coco sucked her teeth. “Crusty?” She echoed. “Nigga please, ain’t a damn thing crusty on my body,” shesaid in a matter of fact tone.
“I know crusty when I see it,” G-money nodded and sipped some more.
“That’s your word?” Coco said with a wisp of a smile. Her naked body was dripping wet as she slowly walked over to the corner where G-money sat. “Is this crusty too?” She asked, placing her left leg on the outside rim of the jucuzzi, leaving her freshly waxed pussy in G-money’s face.
G-money cleared his throat as he sat face to face with Coco’s juicy pussy. “Can I help you?” He asked as he sat his glass down next to his .45 that rested within arm’s reach.
“I don’t know, can you?” Coco said as one of her eyebrows rose.
Not being the type to back down from a challenge, G-money immediately burried his head between Coco’s legs; licking and sucking all of her juices away, forcing her to cum quicker than she wanted to.
“Damn!” Coco moaned and cursed as she grabbed his head, and begged him not to stop. Two minutes later, Coco’s body tensed as she began to climax for him yet again.
“Stand your ass up,” Coco demanded as she held Gmoney’s rock hard dick with two hands and gingerly licked, sucked, and tongue kissed his dick. She made sure she slurped all the water off of his dick before she opened hermouth as wide as she could. She was only able to take in half of his dick, before letting it slide back out the side of her mouth; making a loud slopping sound. For the next 10 minutes, Cocosucked the shit out of G-money’s dick; the whole time, making loud slurping noises until he finally exploded in her mouth.
“I see I still got the title,” Coco boasted as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You know you the champ bae,” G-money said out of breath, as he reached for his beeper that was vibrating uncontrollably. “What the fuck?” He said out loud as he looked at his beeper with a weird look on his face.
“What’s wrong babe?” Coco asked with a look of concern.
“Somebody just beeped me with my old building number.”
“The building in the projects?” Coco asked.
“Yeah…it must be Knowledge, cause I know Pauleena wouldn’t be up in the projects,” G-money said out loud as he got up and stepped out of the Jacuzzi butt naked.
“So I guess we ain’t going out to eat then, huh?” Coco asked innocently.
“Yeah we still going. I’mma just swing by the projects real quick to see what’s good,” he told her as he started getting dress. When G-money and Coco made it downstairs, they saw the four men, who was supposed to protecting them, gathered around the flat screen T.V. playing Madden.
“Fuck is ya’ll niggaz doing?” G-money barked, causing the four men to jump; one of them even pulled out his ratchet.
“My bad. I was just busting this clown ass in Madden,” Eraser Head spoke up. He got the name because he had a square head and a skinny face, which made him look like an eraser.
“Strap up! We gotta go swing by the projects real quick,” G-money said, looking down at his beeper, which was now vibrating again.
G-money and Coco slid in the back of the Yukon,while Eraser Head occupied the passenger seat, and another goon made the Yukon come to life with a turn of the key.The other two goons hopped in an all black Honda and tailed the Yukon, as the two pulled out into the street.
Jimmy sat a block away in a station wagon, puffing on a cigarette, looking like his nerves were shot. “That ass is mines as soon as you come back,” he whispered as he flicked the cigarette butt out the window. Jimmy sat back and watched the white van full of Jamaicans pull out right after the Yukon and Honda pulled off. “Fucking amateurs,” he hissed ashe sat and continued to wait patiently for his victim to return.
“Why the fuck are we going to the projects anyway?” Eraser Head asked.
“Something is up,” G-money answered calmly.
“Knowledge paged me “911” three times already.”
“I hope everything is alright,” Coco added. “Especially, with the heat that’s on ya’ll.”
“Man fuck the police,” G-money said with conviction. “I don’t touch no drugs and I don’t carry a gun on me no more. So if them mufuckas wanna follow me around all fucking day, then by all means, let ‘em.”
“I think you starting to cool off though, cause I haven’t seen an unmarked car on us in a few days,” Eraser Head said.
“Yeah them boys been quiet lately, but you knowthat’s how they do. They want us to think shit is all good, hoping we slip up. And as soon as we do, they gonna be rightthere waiting for us,” G-money said as the Yukon pulled up to the curb in front of the projects. Just by looking out the window, G-money could see about 15 to 20 people standing in the lobby. “Yo, you got an extra strap on you?”
“You know I do,” Eraser Head answered quickly.
“Let me get that thang,” G-money said, reaching his arm over Eraser Head’s shoulder.
Without thinking twice, Eraser Head slid G-money a pearl handled .380.
“A’ight bae, wait right here. I’ll be right back,”G-money said as he kissed Coco on the cheek. “You too,” he said, turning to face the driver. “Keep this motherfucker running,” he ordered as him and Eraser Head made their way to the building. As Gmoney got closer to the building, he made out a man with a hoody, holding a gun to somebody’s head. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m only talking for 10 minutes. If shit ain’t settled by then, take the shot,” G-money said in a calm tone as the two entered the building.
“Fuck going on up in here?” G-money asked, realizing the man who held the .357 was his long time friend,Carl.
“I been asking your partner over here for a fewweeks now to move from in front of this building, slanging poision.”
“This nigga lying!” Knowledge cut in.
G-money quickly hushed him. “Talk to me Carl. Why did you call me down here? Time is money, and I don’t have neither to waste.”
“I want you to get these dudes away from my building,” Carl demanded.
G-money eyed him suspiciously. “So that’s what you called me down here for?” He asked, not giving Carl a chance to answer. “Listen I’m a busy man. Do I come down to your job telling you how to handle your business?” He askedsounding irritated.
Carl managed to muster a grin. “When you was coming up, I raised you like you was my little brother; now this how you talk to me?”
“You ain’t been the same ever since you got outof jail. It’s like that shit made you get soft.”
“You think I’m soft now?” Carl asked, digging the nose of the .357 even further into the back of Shorty’s head.
“You remember the law of the streets right?” G-money raised an eyebrow. “You only pull that strap if you gon use it.”
Carl took his time responding. “Trust me, I know what time it is,” he beamed. “You have a gift and you using it for evil. All of these young men out here look up to you. They’ll do anything you say. But instead of using that power to help uplift brothers, you got them out here selling drugs for you and killing each other.”
“And you had the same gift back in the day, and what did you do with it? Not a motherfucking thing,” G-money said, answering his own question.
“G, I’m here so you can learn from my mistakes.Plus, it’s not like you pressed for cash,” Carl said, nodding towards the diamond bracelet on G-money’s wrist. “What I’m trying to say is, if you want to throw
your life away cool; but don’ttake all these brothers down with you.”
“Listen Carl, please put the gun down. It’s not necessary. We can talk like two men,” G-money tried to reason in a mellow tone.
“Promise you’ll move your men out of this building and all this shit will be over.”
“This shit ain’t never going to be over,” Knowledgegrowled from the sideline. Carl gave Knowledge a cold stare, and then turned his focus back on G-money. “Promise me that and we have no more problems. I don’t want my son coming home from school to see ya’ll in here smoking weed, and selling drugs. We all need to come together and….”
Before Carl could finish what he was saying, Eraser Head had pulled out his .38 and popped Carl in the shoulder. The impact from the shot caused Carl to drop his gun ashe hit the lobby floor.
Carl desperately tried to reach for the .357, but within a blink of an eye, Shorty, Knowledge, and the rest ofthe crew was stomping the shit out of him.
“Move out the way so I can body this stupid nigga!” Shorty yelled as he picked up the .357 from off the floor.
“Nah hold that down,” G-money said walking over to where Carl laid, clutching his wounded shoulder. “If any of my soldiers catch you in this project again, you die; simple as that. Do we have an understanding?”
Carl gave G-money a bloody smile before responding. “Motherfucker you better kill me now while you gotthe chance. Cause if I ever see you again, you fucking history,” he spat.
G-money just chuckled as he stood up to leave. “If anybody ever see this fool in the hood again, I want ya’ll to terminate his fucking contract.”
“Bitch ass nigga! No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be Ali,” Carl yelled at G-money’s back.
G-money ignored that last comment as him, Eraser Head, and Knowledge left the building, while the rest of the goons went back to kicking and stomping on Carl’s ribs and head.
“Don’t ever call me down here for some shit like this again,” G-money growled.
“Nah, I was gonna pop money head off, but I know you been knowing son forever, so I didn’t want to violate…smell me?” Knowledge told him.
“If that nigga ain’t with us then he’s against us,” Gmoney said blankly. “I’m out, hold it down out here. And you and the soldiers get up outta here before five-o come through this joint,” he said as he gave Knowledge a pound.
“Yeah, I’m about to get up outta here in a minute. I’m about to head to club “Spy” and grab me a nice lilSpanish thing,” Knowledge said, rubbing his hands together.
“Any word on who popped those three kids who worked for us?” G-money asked curiously.
“Nah not yet, but I got a few goons looking into that as we speak,” Knowledge assured him.
“A’ight bet. I’m out. Scream at me if anything,” G-money said as he disappeared in the back seat of the Yukon.
“Is everything okay?” Coco asked with a concerned look on her face.
“Its all good,” G-money replied as he handed Eraser Head back the .380.
“Baby, Nancy just called me a minute ago,” Cocosaid, turning to face G-money.
“Word? What she talking about?”
“Nothing. She told me Ali called her and said heneeds you to get him some dog food,” Coco told him.
“Damn, he know I don’t fuck with no dope,” G-money said out loud. “Yo, change of plans. Take me to Pauleena’s crib.”
The driver didn’t reply. He just nodded at G-money through the rear view mirror.
Chapter31 ATimetoKil
Rell looked up blankly at the ceiling. He hadn’t been able to sleep in almost three days. All he could think about was when, and how he was going to kill G-money. Lil Wayne’s song “I Feel Like Dying” hummed through the small speakers on the dresser. Music seemed to somehow always make Rell feel better inside, but this time it wasn’t working. Nothing or noone was going to change Rell’s mind or how he felt.
Rell reached over and grabbed the p89 Ruger fromoff the pillow next to him. He closely examined the pistol as he played out the scene on how he was going to kill G-money in his mind. A wicked smile appeared on his face when he visioned himself popping G-money’s head clean off his shoulders. The ringing of his cell phone quickly put an end to the brutal vision going on in his mind. “Yeah,” he answered, already knowing who it was from glancing at the caller I.D.
“What are you doing?” Detective Nelson’s voice boomed on the other end of the phone.
“Nothing right now. Why, what’s good?”
“What’s good is that I got some good news for you.”
“Lay it on me,” Rell said as he sat straight up in the bed.
“One of my informants just tipped me off to one of Gmoney’s stash cribs over out in Brooklyn. He told me its Gmoney and Pauleena’s stash crib. I haven’t been able to find this Pauleena chick in the system, but if she’s a player, I’m definitely going to get a heads up on her. Long story short, let me know if you want to take the stash crib. Cause if not, I’ll take the motherfucker down myself,” Detective Nelson said, waiting for a response.
“Nah, this one is all mines,” Rell replied withice in his voice.
“Alright, if I get anymore leads, I’ll be sure to contact you,” Detective Nelson said, ending the conversation on that note.
“It’s on now!” Rell said out loud with a weird grin on his face, as he hopped up off the bed and threw his warclothes back on.
“Ya’ll wait right here. I won’t be gone long,” G-money said, looking at Coco and his driver as he, and Eraser Head headed for the entrance of Pauleena’s mansion.
“G-money is here to see you,” Malcolm’s voice boomed, waiting for Pauleena’s approval to let him in.
Pauleena didn’t respond. She just nodded her head yes. “G-money what’s good?” She greeted the smooth hustler with a warm smile.
“Ain’t shit…just needed to holla at you about something,” G-money said, noticing Pauleena fumbling through some sort of folder or portfolio.
“Can you believe this old ass man is one of the biggest herion dealers,” she said out loud, looking at a personal picture of the old dealer. “This motherfucker is filthy rich,” she chuckled, handing G-money the small photo.
“Romelo?” G-money said, reading the name under the picture out loud. “I heard about this cat.”
“What did you hear?” Pauleena asked curiously.
“I heard the motherfucker don’t take no shit. And I also heard he a real flashy O.G.”
Pauleena laughed before speaking again. “Well I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Meet him for what?”
“I was figuring since we got the coke and crack sewed up, we might as well start expanding. Plus, you know what they say,” she paused. “Ain’t no money like dope money.”
G-money chuckled. “If it’s going to increase my bank account, then count me in.”
“Yeah, I definitely will.” Pauleena said, stillstudying the older man’s photo. “I’m throwing Roy a surprise birthday party at this club out in Miami. Everybody who’s anybody will be there, so I’m hoping I can catch this old mazurka up in there and rap with him a taste.”
“That old nigga live in Miami?” G-money asked.
“Nah, he’s originally from New York. But when hestarted getting paid, he copped this big ass house in upstate New York; Syracuse I think.”
“That’s cool, but I’m getting ready to bounce. I had something to tell you. Oh yeah,” G-money suddenly remembered. “I got a message from Ali. He said he needs a good Heroin supplier.”
“You see, great minds think alike,” Pauleena said with a wink.
“When you hook up with that old mazurka, be sureto hit me up so I can get a chick to smuggle that up there for my man.”
“You know I got you, but yo, you heard about ya man’s man?” Pauleena asked, putting fire to the end of her blunt.
“Who you talking about?”
“Some cat that goes by the name Big Me
l.”
“Yeah that’s the faggot who snitched on Ali. What about that bitch ass nigga? I hope you got an address for me,” Gmoney’s eye’s tightened with interest.
“No need for all that,” Pauleena spoke in a calm tone. “Niggaz found his ass laid out in a ditch over there around Fordham road, with his asshole all cut up and shit.”
“Damn, who did him in like that?”
“Word on the streets say it was your friend, Detective Nelson,” Pauleena told him.
“Every dog has his day I guess,” G-money chuckled as he and Eraser Head filed for the exit.
“True indeed,” Pauleena said over the rim of her glass as she watched G-money and his goon make their exit.
“Sorry about that bae,” G-money apologized as heslid back in the back seat.
“Its all good,” Coco replied, not wanting to argue over something so petty.
“Yo take us to my man Ali’s restaurant,” G-money ordered from the back seat.
“I got you boss,” the driver said, pulling out of the mansion’s drive way.
Trey sat at a small table in the kitchen, countinga table full of money. “Damn B. This a lot of shit to be counting by myself,” he huffed out loud.
“I’ll help you,” Big Steve said with a devilishsmile on his face.
“Nigga you must be crazy,” Trey said seriously. “You Brooklyn niggaz got sticky fingers. I ain’t getting smoked for you. I’d rather get smoked for something I do myself.”
“Scarey ass Harlem nigga,” Big Steve capped back. “Who told you to talk? Just stand there and hold that gun like you get paid to do,” Trey said half jokingly.
“I’m holding this gun to protect ya punk ass. If I wasn’t holding this gun, all the jack boys in New York would be up here robbing ya punk ass.”
Trey was about to come back with a slick reply, until he heard something keep tapping against the living room window. “What the fuck?” Trey said out loud as he pushed away from the table, pulling his .380 from the small of his waist, as he and Big Steve went to go investigate. The reason the two men were so startled was because they were on the fourth floor.
“This nigga must be crazy,” Trey hissed as he looked out the window and saw a crack head throwing little pebbles up at the window. “Throw another fucking rock and see what happen,” Trey yelled as Big Steve opened up the window.