by White, Silk
“Suck my dick!” The crack head shouted before he took off sprinting up the block, never looking back.
As the two men watched the crack head take off up the street, the front door getting blown off the hinges seemed to catch their attention. Big Steve quickly went for his baby Uzi, but he was a little too slow. As soon as Rell saw the big man attempt to reach, he pulled the trigger on his shotgun, sending Big Steve hurling backwards through the window. Trey immediately froze up once he saw his long time friend get executed in that fashion.
“Drop that piece before I turn your head into velvet,” Rell threatened, aiming the barrel of the shotgun at the young hustler’s forehead.
“Why? You just gon shoot me anyway,” Trey protested.
“You must got me confused with a man that repeats himself,” Rell replied with a sharp edge in voice.Seeing death in the man’s eyes, Trey quickly did as he was told.
Once Rell saw that the young man was unarmed, he jabbed him in the face with the ass of his gun, sending Trey crashing to the floor.
“What a motherfucker like you doing up in here with all this money and product?” Rell asked with a smirk on his face.
Trey didn’t answer; he just shot the stick up man an evil look.
“Well since you don’t know, I’mma just have to take it off your hands,” Rell’s chuckled as he pulled out agarbage bag from his back pocket, and swept all the money from off the table inside of it. “You make sure when you see that faggot G-money, you tell him Rell is responsible for this. Oh yeah, and tell him I said from now on, I’m coming myself. I ain’t sending no soldiers or nothing; just me,” he paused briefly to light upa Newport. “More than likely, I’ll be seeing you again. Cause if I know your boss like I think I do, then he’s never going to man up and come see me.”
“G-money gonna fuck ya ass up when he catch you,” Trey spat out of hurt pride.
“Again, right?” Rell said, giving the young hustler a comical look. “Tell that bitch nigga I’ll be waiting,” he said as he exited the same way he entered.
Once Trey was sure the gunman was gone, he quickly exited the apartment before the cops could arrive. His first stop was to the nearest pay phone.
“This shit better be good cause I’m hungrier than a motherfucker,” Eraser Head grumbled as he slid out of the Yukon.
“Ali’s restaurant got the best food in town,” G-money said proudly as he, Coco, and Eraser Head headed towards the restaurant’s entrance.
“Damn that’s fucked up,” Eraser Head said, shaking his head. “You could of at least let that man come inside and get something to eat.”
G-money looked at Eraser Head like he had a bad taste in his mouth before he spoke. “I pay that mazurka to drive. What if we gotta run up outta here? I ain’t got time for a nigga to be fumbling around with the keys and shit. Its too risky, not to mention you know who is with us,” he said, nodding towards Coco.
“You know who my ass!” Coco snapped. “Don’t play with me. If shit jump off, I know how to handle myself.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot you was a coldblooded killer,” Gmoney joked as the trio entered the restaurant. Once the staff saw G-money enter the restaurant, they treated him and his guest with the royalty treatment.
“Right this way,” the hostess said, as he led the trio to a nice table over by the side window. “Your waitresswill be with you in one second,” he said politely as he headed back to his post.
“I want to be just like Ali when I grow up,” Eraser Head said like a school kid. “Nigga getting paid even while he in the can.”
“He’s a perfect example that hard work definitely pays off,” G-money said as he watched the young, dark skin waitress approach their table with two bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, along with three champagne flutes.
“How you doing today gorgeous?” Eraser Head said, seductively giving the waitress the what’s good eye.
“I’m good,” she replied, trying to keep it professional. “Are ya’ll ready to order yet?”
Coco was getting ready to order, but Eraser Head beat her to the punch. “Yes I’ll have steak medium rare, some yellow rice, and your number on the side,” he said with awarm smile.
The now blushing waitress returned the man’s smile as she nicely replied. “Steak medium rare and yellow rice coming right up.”
“What about my last order?” Eraser Head pressed.
“I’ll see what I can do,” the waitress smiled as she focused her attention on Coco and G-money. “Are ya’ll ready to order?”
“Yeah I’ll have the same thing my man ordered,” Gmoney said.
“And I’ll take the steak too. But instead of yellow rice, I’ll have macaroni and cheese,” Coco said politely as she handed the waitress back the menu.
“Coming right up. Oh and girl I love the shoes,” the waitress said as she spun on her heels and headed back towards the kitchen. Eraser Head made sure he watched everystep the waitress took until she disappeared through the double doors. “Damn she got a fatty, right G?”
G-money was about to answer until he saw the murderous look that Coco was giving him.
“You know I only got eyes for my boo,” he quickly tried to clean up his last statement.
“Don’t play with me Eraser Head, cause you knowI will fuck your friend up in here,” Coco said in a jokingmatter, but was dead serious.
Over on the other end of the restaurant, Ashley exited the restroom and spotted G-money sitting over at a table next to the window with some chicken head sitting way too close to her soon to be man. Without thinking twice, Ashley pulled down her purple mini skirt as far as it could go, trying not to look slutty as she made her way towards the trio’s table.
“I got a g, shorty gimme her number when she come back,” Eraser Head said, looking to lure G-money into an easy bet.
“No bet,” G-money said, waving his personal bodyguard off.
G-money looked up over the rim of his champagneflute and almost choked when he saw the familiar face heading in his direction.
When Ashley’s expensive purple, open toe heels stopped in front of the trio’s table, even Ray Charles could see that some shit was about to go down. “What’s up G baby? I been trying to get in touch with you all day to let you know I just got back in town today,” she said with a smile. Her eyes briefly took in his company, then came back to him. “But I guess you was busy,” she said distastefully as she let her eyes roll over Coco.
“Yeah I been a lil tied up today. How come you didn’t leave me a message?” G-money replied, trying not to let the panic slip through his tone.
“And who is this?” Ashley asked, gesturing her fingers towards Coco.
G-money tried to hurry up and respond, but he was too late.
“Who am I? Bitch who the fuck are you? You coming over here interrupting our shit,” Coco fumed.
“I’m Ashley,” she said as she gave Coco the once over and wasn’t impressed at all. “I believe we spoke onthe phone before,” she said, refreshing Coco’s memory.
Out of the two women, Ashley was the prettier one, but Coco didn’t fall far behind in looks or ass.
“Listen I’m not going back and forth with a nondescript. Now if you don’t mind, why don’t you go back and do whatever it was you was doing,” Coco said, dismissing Ashley as she fanned her away with the back of her hand.
“First of all, watch how you talk to me you little ragamuffin; before you get punched in the face,” Ashley said so loud that she started getting stares from a few other diners.
He being a fiend for action, Eraser Head just sat back watching the exchange with a broad smile on his face.
“Excuse me, what did you just call me?” Coco said in an even tone as she pushed away from the table and stood up.
“You heard me bitch!” Ashley said as she smoothly slipped out of her purple heels. She now stood 5’5flat footed.
“Yo chill the fuck out!” G-money said as he stood in front of Ashley.
“You bett
er teach your lil girlfriend some manners, before she get her ass tow-up,” Ashley snarled in her down south accent.
“Lil girlfriend?” Coco echoed as she tried to lunge at the country girl, but G-money was there to block her path. Once Coco got close enough, Ashley threw a wild punch over Gmoney’s shoulder missing Coco by inches, but the impact from the swing caused her to knock off G-money’s hat by accident. Ashley went to take another swing at Coco, but as she swung, somebody caught her arm in midswing. She turned around to find a tall white man holding her arm, flashing his FBI badge with his free hand. His partner stood off in the rear with a cold look on his face.
“Miss grab your shoes and please come with us,” the agent said politely as they escorted Ashley out of the restaurant.
“Damn them motherfuckers was sitting right next to us,” Eraser Head said with a shocked look on his face. “You think they heard anything?”
“Nah, we wasn’t talking no important shit…thankfully,” G-money said as he placed his hand over his mouth to hide his words. “I guess everything happens for a reason,” he said humbly as he looked at Coco then headed for the exit.
“I know that’s right,” Eraser Head chuckled as he snatched one of the bottles of champagne off the table, as he and Coco followed G-money’s lead. When G-money made it outside, he saw Ashley cursing out the two agents from across the street.
“Bitch is crazy,” he said out loud as he slid inthe back seat and prepared himself to hear Coco curse him out for the entire ride home.
G-money stared blankly out the window, while Coco did what she did best…complain.
“Damn if you gon have bitches on the side, you could at least have them under control!” Coco exhaled. “Do Ihave guys running up on you questioning you?”
“No” G-money replied dryly.
“You know why?”
“No, please tell me,” G-money huffed.
“Cause I got too much class to let some shit like that happen,” she continued to rant without even taking a breath. “Then on top of that, you ain’t even fucking with no dimes. You out here fucking with these low class, bottom of the barrel bitches.”
“Nah you bugging. Shorty was on point,” Eraser Head said, jumping in the conversation from the front seat.
“Shut up!” Coco snapped as she slapped Eraser Head in the back of his neck.
“Yo, G it looks like we got some company,” the driver said, reminding every one he was still in the vehicle.
“Word? What it’s looking like?” G-money asked, looking straight ahead.
“Looks like a white van. That bitch been tailing us since we left the restaurant,” the driver said, looking at G-money through the rear view mirror.
“You want me to drop you off at one of our stash houses, so you’ll be alright until this shit pop off?” G-money asked in a smooth tone as he looked over at Coco waiting for a response.
Coco looked at him like he was talking in a different language. “Nah I’m good. You know I ride or die with my man.”
A broad smile appeared on G-money’s face as he placed his hand on top of hers. “Yo swing by the projects real quick. If the van follows us up there, then we know what timeit is,” Gmoney ordered.
“So what you doing later ma?” Shorty asked the Hispanic woman that stood in front of him.
“Nothing, I’m about to go upstairs and cook dinner for my son. Then after that, I’m free. Why, you coming through?”
“That sounds like a plan,” Shorty said, lickinghis lips. “Ya baby daddy ain’t gon be home right? Cause I don’t want to have to twist money shit back,” he said, making a gun with his fingers.
“Nah, you know I ain’t with all the drama and bullshit,” the Hispanic chick said in a heavy accent as she placed a hand on Shorty’s chest. “You promise you gon come through tonight, cause last time you had me waiting up all night,” her voice changing to a whining, nagging note.
“Yeah ma. You know I’mma come through and toss ya lil ass up,” Shorty said nonchalantly.
“A’ight make sure you bring some dutches, cause I got a 50 of that sticky.”
“I got you ma. Say no more,” Shorty said as he noticed G-money’s Yukon pull up to the curb and beep the horn. “Gimme one second,” he told her as he made his way over tothe Yukon. When Shorty reached the Yukon, the back window immediately rolled down.
“Youngin what’s good?” G-money smiled as he gave Shorty a pound.
“You already know, on the grind. But what bringsyou down here? Did one of my peoples mess up the count?”
“Your count is always straight,” G-money said, rubbing his beard. “Yo how many goons you got out here withyou?”
“About four or five,” Shorty replied quickly.
“A’ight strap up, and meet me at my crib in 10 minutes.”
“Why, what’s up?” Shorty asked curiously.
“You see that white van a block away?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Shorty asked as he smoothly took a glance at the white van.
“That motherfucker, been following us around forthe last hour. I’m heading to my crib now. I want you to leave here in 10 minutes,” G-money ordered.
“You sure it’s not the boys?” (Cops)
“Nah, I’m positive it’s not the fuzz,” G-money said in a calm tone. “I’m heading to the crib now. If ya’ll roll up, and them niggaz in the van ain’t made they move yet, you know what to do.”
“I got you,” Shorty said as he slid his hands into his black leather gloves.
“Where that nigga Knowledge at?” G-money asked curiously when he didn’t see him nowhere around.
“Him and a few other goons headed over to the Bronx to go check up on Trey,” Shorty told him.
“Trey?” G-money echoed, searching his memory trying to put a face with the name. “Oh yeah Trey,” he suddenly remembered. “What happened to him?”
“Somebody rolled through there and shot up the stash crib, killed all the muscle, and took everything else.”
“Make sure Knowledge holla at me when he get to the bottom of that shit. I’ll see you in 10 minutes,” G-money said as he gave Shorty a pound. As the Yukon pulled away from the curb, seconds later so did the white van.
* * * * Rell sat across the street in a tinted out Honda, watching Knowledge and a few other guys talking to Trey a half block away from the crime scene. Yellow tape, detectives, and reporters were everywhere; not to mention, every body with in a three-block radius stood behind the yellow tape being nosey. Throughout all the chaos, Rell kept his focus on Knowledge and his crew.
“Yo what the fuck happened to Big Steve?” Knowledge asked with four goons standing behind him.
“Some nigga that call himself Rell shot the dooroff the hinges, shot Big Steve out the fucking window, then took all the money, and the little bit of work we had up in there,” Trey said making several different hand gestures.
“Rell?” Knowledge echoed with his face crumbled up. “I know you ain’t let that bitch ass nigga rob you?”
“I was about to go for my strap, but that niggahad the drop on me. What the fuck was I suppose to do?” Trey fumed.
“Don’t worry about it. We gon catch that faggot,” Knowledge said, looking over Trey’s shoulder at a few uniform officers coming in there direction.
“I’m banging out next time B. word,” Trey said in amatter of fact tone.
Knowledge arched his brow. “Next time?” He chuckled. “Nigga you get paid to collect money, and hold down the stash crib. We gon set up another stash crib for you tomorrow. But this time, you gon have a lil more muscle with you, you dig? Let the shooters do their job, you just make sure you do yours.”
Trey was about to reply, but he paused briefly to let the uniform officers pass. “I’m just saying, my pride not gon just let that nigga get away with that shit like that”
Knowledge let out an aggravated breath. “Nigga shut the fuck up and let us do our job,” he growled, poking his finger in Trey’s chest. “Nigga yo
u should of popped the fuck off when you had the chance,” he said as he and his four shooters hopped in his all black Expedition. Knowledge made the Expedition come to life with a turn of the key. Immediately, Styles P.song “Super Gansta” came blaring through the speakers. Seconds later, the truck tires squealed as the truck bent the corner.
Once Rell saw the Expedition pull off, he quickly caught the light so he could keep up with the shooters. Instead of sitting back and waiting for the shooters to come after him, Rell decided to go after the shooters. It was a gutsy move, but what did he have to lose?
“You young motherfuckers don’t know who ya’ll fucking with,” Rell said out loud as he continued to follow the all black Expedition.
Once Jimmy saw G-money’s Yukon pull back into the driveway, he immediately began to screw the silencer on his fully automatic Israeli Uzi, as he continued to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.
“As soon as you get in the house, I want you to go straight upstairs,” G-money ordered as he and Cocoslid out the back seat. “Hide under the bed until I tell you otherwise,” he said as he pulled Coco along. Once inside the house, G-money watched as Coco jogged up the stairs, doing as she was told. He and Eraser Head then immediately headed over to his gun closet. G-money snatched open the closet doors anda big smile appeared on Eraser Head’s face. “Damn nigga, you got enough guns to supply a small army.”
“Better safe than sorry,” G-money exhaled as he strapped on a Teflon vest over his white thermal shirt. “Yo hand me that Beretta and that A.K. with the banana clip,” he said with his hand out.
“Its about to be on up in this bitch,” Eraser Head said in a murderous tone as his eyes locked on the Mac 11 that sat right before his eyes.
The white van pulled up directly in fontof G-money’s house and sat for about 30 seconds, before seven wild ass Jamaican’s hopped out the van with automatic weapons, and opened fire on G-money’s house.
G-money sat on the floor behind a wall in the kitchen as he heard bullets ripping through his house, tearing shit up. “Fuck!” He cursed loudly as he gripped his A.K. even tighter, his heart pumping a hundred miles an hour.