by White, Silk
Once the gunfire ceased, G-money shot to his feet, placing his back up against the wall. “Yo, Eraser Head you good?”
“Yeah I’m good,” Eraser Head yelled as four Rasta’s busting through the front door caught his Mac 11’sattention. With a sweep of his arm, Eraser Head sprayed the front door hitting one out of the four gunmen with a series of bullets, as he back peddled into the kitchen where G-money was.
“How many of them is it?” G-money asked.
Eraser Head held up three fingers as the gun shots continued to ring out. The gunfire seemed to pause briefly as Gmoney heard more people entering his home.
“Fuck this shit,” G-money growled as he stepped from behind the wall, with his finger already on the trigger.
The gunmen quickly took cover as they saw G-money walking towards them popping shots. A wicked grin appeared on G-money’s face when he saw the hit men scrambling for cover from the A.K. shells as they spit round after round, tearing up everything in its line of fire.
G-money eased his finger off the trigger long enough to see two more Rasta’s enter his house. With a light squeeze on the trigger, G-money quickly sent the two Rasta’s flying back out the front door.
One of the Jamaicans thought he had the drop on Gmoney from behind. He quickly sprung from his hiding spot, only to get two Mac 11 bullets popped into his skull.
G-money quickly turned around and saw a dirty Jamaican laid out by his feet, and Eraser Head holding a smoking Mac 11.
G-money gave him a quick head nod before he saw movement coming from the corner of his eye. Immediately, his A.K. followed the Rasta as he ran into the living room, ducking and dodging bullets.
“You take that side and I’ll take this side,” Eraser Head said as he tiptoed with caution over towards the leather sofa that sat in the middle of the living room.
The Rasta stood behind the sofa in a squatting position as sweat trickled down his face. Seconds later, shots flew through the sofa riddling the Rasta’s body with bullets, killing him instantly.
“Fucking amateurs,” Eraser Head growled as he spat on the dead Rasta’s bloody body.
“Wild ass Jamaicans,” G-money mumbled as he removed the clip from his A.K. and replaced it with a fresh one.
“Yo I’mma go check up on Coco,” G-money said as he headed towards the stairs, until movement at the front door caught him and Eraser Head’s full attention. Both men quickly loosened up on their triggers when they saw Shorty enter the house with his gun in his hand, followed by four armed soldiers.
“Damn, did we get here too late?” Shorty asked, looking around at the murder scene.
“Nigga you know we don’t play no games,” Eraser Head boasted as he gave Shorty a pound.
“I see,” Shorty replied with a grin on his face.
“I don’t know what you grinning for,” G-money snarled causing Shorty’s grin to disappear immediately. “I said get here in 10 minutes. You five minutes late,” he said, holding up the back of his wrist looking at his watch.
“Calm down G. I got here as fast as I could. Remember I had to round up a few soldiers, not to mention, two of them needed a hammer,” Shorty pleaded his case.
“Fuck that got to do with you getting here in 10 minutes?”
“Nah, I was just saying….”
“You was just saying what?” G-money barked, cutting him off.
“I fucked up,” Shorty mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“Time is very important,” G-money told him as hedraped his arm around the young soldier. “You can never get a minute back, you understand?”
Shorty nodded yes.
“You still my lil nigga. Keep your head up and you’ll get ‘em next time,” G-money patted Shorty on his back.
Shorty was about to reply, until two cocktails came crashing through the front window.
“What the fuck?” G-money yelled as he watched his curtains catch on fire. “Did you see anybody out there before ya’ll came in?”
“Nah,” Shorty replied quickly as he kept his .40 cal aimed at the front door. The whole time the fire was spreading, and spreading fast.
Yo, ya’ll watch the front door and make sure nobody don’t come in. I’mma run upstairs, grab Coco, then we all gon slip out the back door,” G-money instructed as shots began raining in through his windows from every angle, causing each man to hit the floor out of natural instincts.
Jimmy stood wide leg in front of G-money’s house, sweeping his arms back and fourth as shell’s spit out his Uzi like fresh popped popcorn on the stove. Once the magazine was empty, Jimmy quickly removed it and replaced it with a fresh clip, and continued where he left off. Once that clip ran out, Jimmy tossed the Uzi in the grass, snatched a Beretta from the small of his back, and entered the house.
After Knowledge dropped off the last soldier, he wasn’t quite ready to turn it in yet, so he decided to go swing by one of his tenderoni’s crib who lived close by. He definitely needed to relieve some stress.
Knowledge wasn’t upset that the stash crib had got hit. He was more upset by the fact of who the stash cribgot hit by. He had heard stories about the old time hustler, and really just wanted to kill him for bragging rights, and so he would be remembered as the guy who killed O.G. Rell. A thousand thoughts flew through Knowledge’s mind as he pulled up on his Shorty’s block.
Knowledge pulled up in front of the building he was looking for and quickly parallel parked the Expedition. “I hope this bitch is up,” he huffed as he pulled out his cell phone that was only used for pleasure and entertainment. He strolled through the contacts until he found the number he was looking for. On the fifth ring, a girl with a soft voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Yo, what’s good? This Knowledge. What you doing right now?”
“Nothing. Just sitting here watching Flavor Flavwith his ugly ass,” Tosha said in disgusted tone.
“Yo, I’m right downstairs. Come down to the lobby and let me in.”
“Damn, you down stairs right now?” Tosha asked as she quickly snatched her scarf off her head and began raking her hair down with her fingers.
“Yeah, I’m right in front of your building as we speak,” Knowledge said, looking up at her window.
“Okay, give a bitch 10 minutes so I can hop in the shower and freshen up real quick,” Tosha told him as she quickly stripped down to her birthday suit.
“A’ight bet. I’mma run to the corner store real quick.”
“Okay, I’ll be in the lobby by the time you get back from the store,” Tosha said, ending the conversation.
Knowledge smoothly slid out of the driver side of the Expedition and looked over both shoulders before he headed across the street, to the bodega that sat on the corner.
“Let me get four dutches and a pack of Newports,” Knowledge said as he tossed a 20-dollar bill on the counter. “Oh yeah, let me get a pack of those wet & wild condomstoo,” Knowledge suddenly remembered.
Rell sat back in the Honda and watched Knowledge enter the bodega. He glanced over at his shotgun that rested on the passenger seat, then decided that his p89 would be better for the job. Rell slid out the Honda and swiftly walked over towards the bodega, holding his gun with one hand. Before Rell could even reach the bodega, he saw his victim coming out of the bodega. Without hesitation, Rell raised his p89 andpulled the trigger.
“I’m going upstairs to get Coco. If the flames get too high, I want ya’ll to be out through the back door,” G-money said as he covered his mouth and nose with the bottom of his shirt.
“What about you?” Eraser Head asked as his eyes began to water from all the smoke.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” G-money replied as he headed for the stairs. When G-money reached the middle of the steps, he heard gunshots being popped. He quickly turned around and saw an Italian man standing in the doorway, blasting.
Jimmy looked over towards the steps and spotted his target. He quickly let off three more shots beforethrowing two shots
in G-money’s direction. The two bullets struck the wall inches away from G-money’s head, leaving two huge smoking holes in the wall.
“Bitch!” G-money growled as he aimed his A.K. at the gunman with a murderous look in his eyes. G-money pulled the trigger and watched as the gun rattled in his hands.
When Jimmy saw G-money wave the A.K. in his direction, he quickly sprinted over towards where the bar area was and dove over the counter, as he heard bulletswhistling past his head.
Once G-money saw the gunman clear the counter, he made a beeline straight to his bedroom. “It’s an Italian nigga downstairs. Go down there and take him out,” G-money ordered as he tossed his A.K. on the bed next to Coco.
“I got you boss man,” the two soldiers yelled out as they hurried down stairs, so they could enter the shoot out.
“What the fuck is going on down there? I can barely fucking breathe,” Coco said in between coughs.
“We gotta get the fuck out of here,” G-money said as his eyes locked on the window. From the look on G-money’s face, Coco already knew what he was thinking. “I ain’t jumping out no fucking window!” She snapped.
“You ain’t got no choice,” G-money said, staringat Coco like maybe this was a hallucination.
The loud gunshots coming from downstairs caused Coco to flinch a little before she responded. “Well I ain’t feeling that plan, so you need to come up with a better one,” she said, before breaking down into a coughing fit.
Meanwhile downstairs, Jimmy sat on the floor with his back against the counter. The heat from the flames had Jimmy’s face sweating like he just finished playing three straight games of basketball, without taking a break. Jimmy took a short breath as he let the clip fall out from the base of his gun, before shoving a full clip back inside the handgun. On the count of three, Jimmy came up from behind the counter firingrecklessly, not caring who he hit. Two of his bullets found fatal homes in the flesh of two of Shorty’s soldier.
“Yo we gotta bail,” Eraser Head yelled as he threw four shots over his shoulder, as he busted out the back door.
Once Shorty and his soldiers saw Eraser Head head for the exit, they quickly followed his lead. Shorty and his crew continued to fire, back peddling out the back door.
When Jimmy saw that the coast was clear, he smoothly headed towards the steps. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he saw what looked like two bodies moving through a cloud of smoke. Without bothering to think twice, he aimed his Beretta at the two figures and pulled the trigger twice, then sat back and watched as the two bodies came tumbling down the stairs.
When G-money heard the shots come from by the steps, he knew he had to do something and do it fast. Having no other options, G-money snatched his .45 from his waistband and sent three shots through his big bedroom window, causing the glass to shatter, but not break. With an animalistic growl, G-money whirled around and grabbed Coco by her arms, and with extreme force, flung her through the shattered glass; not even taking time to see where she landed. G-money turned, let off three shots towards the bedroom door to keep the gunman at bay, as he hopped up on the windowsill, and jumpeddown into a pile of sticky bushes.
G-money quickly hopped out of the bushes, only to find Coco laid out in the grass howling in pain. G-money quickly turned his head as he saw Coco’s ankle twisted in a backwards position. “Ahww shit,” he cursed loudly as he scooped Coco up from out the grass, carried her over to the Yukon,and tossed her in the back seat.
As G-money ran around the truck to the driver side, he saw Shorty and his soldiers hop back in the whip they came in, and Eraser Head running full speed in the direction of the Yukon. Once Eraser Head was in the passenger seat, G-money backed out of the driveway. His braids flapped back and fourth as he looked over both shoulders.
Jimmy finally made it inside the bedroom and sawthat it was empty. “Fuck!” he cursed as he tossed his Beretta on the floor and hopped out the window, landing in the sticky bushes. When Jimmy hopped out of the bushes, all he could see was the Yukon flying down the street.
“Who the fuck was that Italian nigga?” Eraser Head asked out loud as he tossed his Mac 11 out the window.
“I don’t know, but you better believe I’m goingto find out,” G-money said, peering at the shrinking form of the gunman in the rearview mirror.
Knowledge exited the bodega with one thing on his mind, and that was Tosha’s fat ass bouncing up and down on his dick. As soon as Knowledge stepped out of the bodega, all he had time to see was a muzzle flash, and a loud roar of a powerful pistol, before he felt a sharp and hot pain rip through his shoulder. The impact of the shot caused Knowledge to stumble back inside the bodega, crashing into the rack of potato chips. Knowledge hit the floor and automatically his hand grabbed onto the .40 cal in his waistband.
When the storeowner heard the loud gunshot bang out, and saw a hooded man come crashing into his store, he immediately reached for his shotgun that rested underneath the counter.
Knowledge had only made it to one knee when he saw the storeowner raise his shotgun from behind the counter. With the reflexes of an alley cat, Knowledge raised his.40cal and before the storeowner knew what was going on, two bullets exploded in his face.
Rell was about to enter the bodega until he heard two thunderous shots ring out. He placed his back against the wall and took a breath. On the count of three, Rell turned and threw his arm inside the store. He swept his arm back and forth as he pulled the trigger, until he ran out of bullets and the chamber on his p89 jumped back. Once Rell was out of bullets, he didn’t even check to see if he had hit his intended target. Instead, he jogged back to his Honda and fled the scene.
About 90 seconds after the shots finished ringing out, Knowledge climbed back to his feet and slowly stepped out of the bodega with caution. Once he saw that the coast was clear, he jogged over to his Expedition. With his good arm, he opened the door and tossed his .40cal on the passenger seat as he climbed up in the driver seat. “Shit!” He cursed as he watched the blood flow out of his now limp arm. Knowledge threw the Expedition in drive and gunned the engine.
Chapter32 ABloodyMess
Pauleena laid across the bed watching “The Five Heartbeats” in a lime green thong, with the matching bra. She sipped slowly from her glass of champagne as she enjoyed her favorite movie. Just as her favorite part was about to come on, Pauleena heard somebody banging on her room door like the police. She coolly grabbed her .380 that was lying on her bed within arms reach, threw on her robe, and answered the door. “Fuck is you banging on my door like the fucking police?” She growled as she snatched the door open.
“Sorry Pauleena,” Malcolm apologized. “But this fool Knowledge just showed up bleeding all over the place,” he said, trying to read Pauleena’s facial expression. “You want me to get rid of him?” Malcolm asked, cracking his knuckles.
Pauleena looked over at her surveillance monitor and saw four bodyguards standing around Knowledge, who clutched his shoulder. “Nah, take that fool in the kitchen and lay him on the counter,” Pauleena instructed as she headed over towards her night stand, and grabbed the cordless phone off of the charger.
“Here you go brother,” one of the Muslim bodyguards said as he offered the wounded man a cup of water.
“Nigga get that shit out my face!” Knowledge snarled as he slapped the cup out of the Muslim brother’s hand. “I don’t want no motherfucking water! Where’s Pauleena?”
“I’m right here,” she said, seeming to appear out of nowhere. “Fuck you doing showing up at my crib allbloody and shit?”
“I didn’t have nowhere else to go,” Knowledge said as he tried to lean up against the counter, but winced in pain. “I couldn’t go to the hospital because I think the bodega camera might of caught me body something on tape.”
“Damn!” Pauleena said, shaking her head. “Who did you hit?”
“A clerk at a bodega.”
“I hope that shit was over some money,” Pauleena said, trying to make sense out of what
she just heard.
“It was an accident. I was out looking for the clown who been dropping all of our peoples, and hitting up all of the stash cribs,” Knowledge explained himself.
“Well did you catch him?” Pauleena asked. But the hole in Knowledge’s shoulder and his silence was enough of an answer for her. “What’s this cocksucker’s name?”
“His name is Rell. Now can you please call somebody to come over here and patch me up, before I bleed to death?”
“I got somebody on the way over here to hook youup. Be patient. He should be here in a minute,” Pauleena told him as she helped herself to another glass of champagne.
“So do you have any idea who the Italian guy was?” Eraser Head asked as he, G-money, and about 12 other goons stood in one of the goons’ apartment.
“Hell no!” G-money grumbled as he opened up a bottle of Hennessy. “Whoever he was, he had to be a professional,” he said as he guzzled from the bottle.
“Who the fuck would hire a professional?” Eraser Head said out loud.
“I don’t know, but you better believe I’m goingto get to the bottom of this,” G-money replied as he looked at his vibrating beeper.
“I say we just go to all the rival dealers and just start banging on they corners,” Eraser Head said out loud. All the goons in the room seemed to be behind him one hundred percent.
“I’mma sleep on it before I decide how I’m gonna play this one. But right now, we headed to Pauleena’s crib.”
“Why, what’s up?” Eraser Head asked curiously.
“I don’t know. She just paged me 911,” G-money told him as him and all the goons filed for the exit.
“What the fuck is you doing?” Knowledge yelled as he pushed the doctor away from him.
“Hey man, I’m just doing my job,” the doctor shot back. “You want me to fix you up or not?”
“Let the man fix you up so he can be on his way,” Pauleena said from the sideline.