A Gangsters Melody

by Wright, Sean A.

  “I’m on it.” D-Boy said, dialing numbers on his cell phone.

  “Enough of this laying low shit. It’s time to mash on these motherfuckers New York style.” Travon said.

  The whole ride back to B-More all I could do was think of how to make them pussy’s pay for what they did. I had tried to chill and move in silence like bad boys do, but they pushed my buttons, now there was no turning back. It was time to take the gloves off and make an example out of everyone who was involved. My father once told me your name is all you have, and my mother followed that with, your name will get you farther in life than money will. And with that being said…there was blood to be shed.

  When I got home Tiffany was sitting in the living room waiting for me. As soon as I walked in she ran and grabbed me hugging me and crying uncontrollably.

  “Okay ma. It’s all right. I’m home now ain’t nothing to worry about.” I assured her

  “Baby thank you for coming home.” She said, still not letting go.

  “It’s nothing baby. Don’t worry about it. Now go on up to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.” I said, kissing her on the forehead.

  “Okay baby.” She said, wiping her tears and heading upstairs. I was on my way to the kitchen to fix myself a drink when I got a call from D-Boy on my cell phone.

  “Tell me something good fam.” I said, as I poured my drink

  “Yeah, I got a line on them B-More cats.” He responded.

  “Got damn that was fast.”

  “Will you’ll be surprised what a little money and a whole lot of gun play will get you these days.” “Okay that’s what’s up. I want you to give the info to Lorenzo, Big John and Skillz and have them pick me up in the morning so we can handle this shit.” I instructed.

  “Lorenzo and Big John? Why not let me and L.V. handle this shit like we always do?”

  “Because ya’ll niggas is on every major video channel and have a few hit records under your belt and everyone knows ya’ll already, including them stick up kids. So as much as I would love for ya’ll to handle this for me I need fresh faces on this one.” I explained. “A’ight man I feel you. I’ll send Lorenzo and them by to get you in the morning.”

  “What I do want you to do is sit on the crib for me tomorrow and make sure Tiffany is alright.”

  “I got you. You need somebody over there tonight?” “Nah, I’m cool. A motherfucker come up in here tonight, he done made a bad decision.” I said, tapping both guns in my waist.

  “Alright, I’ll see you in a few hours. Call me if you need me.”

  “You already know.” I said, before I hung up. The next day Lorenzo, Big John, and Skillz picked me up just as I ordered. These were three of the best soldiers I had that didn’t actually come from New York, but if I didn’t tell you they weren’t New Yorkers you wouldn’t be able to tell. Everything from the clothes to the slang to the swagger screamed out New York. When they picked me up, the mission was to head over to a stash house that they had gotten a tip on. We pulled up across the street from the house to do a little reconnaissance and I was shocked to see what I saw.

  “There’s the crib right there. Everything in there belongs to a heavy player out of North West D.C. who calls himself Horse. The word is that his boys are the ones that tried to jack D-Boy and L.V. and ran up on Tiffany. Strangely enough though, the security is minimal. You got those two young boys right there on the steps. Now I’m sure the little niggas is holding heat but they young and inexperienced. Instead of watching the house they be watching the bitches walk back and forth. Now once you get inside you got one armed guard and a bunch of naked bitches cooking, bagging, and counting money.” Skillz reported.

  “It sounds too easy. How reliable is your information.” I asked, not believing my eyes or ears.

  “Very reliable boss. I’m fucking three of the bitches that work in there and they all say the exact same thing.” Skillz reassured.

  “You fucking three of them bitches son?” Lorenzo asked.

  “Hell yeah, and neither one of them know about the other ones.” Skillz said, bragging.

  “Okay you big pimp you.” Lorenzo said, giving him dap.

  “Alright, enough of the fucking player of the year nominations. Let’s get back to business. Here’s the plan. We get three of the baddest bitches we know. We’ll have two of them distract the young boys, and take them around the corner, where we’ll have somebody waiting to hold them down. The third bitch will walk up to the front door and let the dumb motherfucker inside know his boys are getting mashed on. When he runs out of the house, we’ll force him back in and take them for everything they got. However. Skillz if you’re wrong about this you gonna have hell to pay. You feel me?” I stated, firmly.

  “Nah dog, trust me it’s all good. I’m telling you, all them bitches told me the same thing.” Skillz said, trying to reassure me.

  “Alright, in that case I want this shit to go down as soon as it gets dark. Where can we find some thorough bitches at?” I asked.

  “How about them scandalous ass Stiletto Diva chicks that Tiffany fuck with?” Big John asked.

  “Nah nigga, they thorough as fuck but you know I can’t have Tiffany knowing what I do.”

  “Okay. I can get Candace, Felicia, and Patrice to handle it. They put in work for me before so I know they can hold this down. But they don’t come cheap.” Lorenzo informed me.

  “I don’t give a fuck what them hoes cost. Make the call and let’s get this shit done.” I instructed, before tapping Big John on the shoulder. “Let’s go.” I instructed, and we pulled off.

  THE OLIVE BRANCH

  After what happened to me at the bank Travon was staying home a lot more often. And coincidentally I hadn’t had a problem since. I never even saw that guy again. I hadn’t really chilled with Monica in a while so I decided to stop by and see her. Every once in a while we would do girls night out or just chill at her crib. But tonight we just enjoyed the weather and sat on her porch and kicked it like little schoolgirls.

  “So what’s been up girl? You done got all big time and don’t fuck with your bitches no more huh?” Monica said, playfully punching me in my arm.

  “I’m good. And you know it ain’t even like that.” I said, defending myself.

  “Bitch I can’t tell. I mean we talk on the phone and shit but you don’t really come through no more. That nigga got you on lock” She said, teasing me.

  “No he don’t have me on lock. But we are in love and I can’t be out there doing Stiletto Diva shit. I wouldn’t even play my baby like that. And besides there’s no need to. Isn’t the SD mission statement to get hooked up with a baller? Well that’s what I did.” I stated proudly.

  “Yeah bitch, but you fell in love with the mark” she replied, as we both shared a laugh.

  “Whatever, anyway what’s been up?” I asked.

  “Girl it’s the same shit. Getting this bread from these stupid ass niggas. Can you believe I got proposed to three times this week?” She said laughing.

  “Okay pimpstress. Some things never change.” I said, jokingly.

  “Yeah well somebody gotta hold it down. Ya’ll bitches is tripping. Terri stupid ass done went and started devoting all her time to one nigga too. I mean he got bread, And great credit but he’s a fucking loser in every other sense of the word. And she just be taking him for what little he do got. He ain’t even no major player. She met him at the gotdamn grocery store. And Lashawn done lowered her standards too. Instead of finding new marks she just keep recycling the old ones.

  “Wow that’s crazy.” I said.

  “Yeah well, enough about those simple bitches. What’s up with you? I see you got another brand new whip. What’s that, the new Benz?” Monica asked looking passed me.

  “Yeah it’s the new 600 Coupe Limited Edition. Travon got it for me last week.” I stated proudly.

  “That’s what’s up girl I’m proud of you. So let me ask you something. You ain’t never spoke to Ms. Lula Belle again since ya�
�ll had that fight?” Monica asked me.

  “Nope. I don’t have nothing to say to her. I mean, even after all that shit went down I sent her some money on three different occasions just because I had it like that. And she cashed the checks but never called to say thank you not even once. So fuck her she is dead to me now.” I snapped.

  “Well I happen to know she is very much alive because I saw her get into an ambulance earlier. I called you and left you a message about it.” She said.

  “Really? So what’s up for your birthday? I asked, not really caring about her previous comment.

  “Well you know we gonna do it up real big at the club, no doubt about that. But for real though, you need to check up on your grandmother.” She said.

  “Come on Moe. Don’t start that shit. I told her after that night that I was done with her. The way she disrespected my parents, especially my mother. Fuck what she said about me. But I ain’t letting that other shit ride. The bitch spent my money then didn’t even say thank you. For all I care she can drop dead.” I barked,

  A Gangster’s Melody 117

  feeling myself getting emotional as Mama Belle’s car pulled up. Mr. Rufus was driving and he came around to her door to help her out. As she made her way up the walk way she shot me a cold and sinister stare then rolled her eyes and continued on into her house. I returned the rolling of the eyes and continued my conversation.

  “Anyway, like I was saying we’re going to get it popping for your birthday. Make sure ya’ll bring ya’ll nappy headed asses down to the Salon so I can twist ya’ll up on the house.” I said.

  “Damn bitch it’s about time you gave us something on the house. You got the hottest hair joint in the city for the past 5 months and you just now giving something up for free?” Monica joked.

  “Oh bitch shut up. I learned how to hustle from you. So kick yourself in the ass” I joked back.

  “Nah seriously Tiffany, I’m proud of you. The house, the cars, the degree, the Salons. Keep doing your thing girl. And hold on to that nigga Travon, I talk a lot of shit but he is definitely holding you down so don’t mess that up. And by the way tell him I want front row and backstage passes to the Jay Z and Mary J. Blige concert for my birthday. And tell him to tell Jay Z to shout me out for my birthday.” She requested.

  “I got you, but speaking of Travon, let me go girl I’ll holler at you later.” I said, standing up and kissing her on the cheek

  “Look at you rushing home to that nigga. He got you dick whipped really good.” She said, laughing.

  “Yeah whatever, it ain’t even like that. It’s just that this music shit got him running in and out of town all crazy. So I have to get my time in when I can.” I explained.

  “Call it what you want. Your ass is whooped.” She replied.

  “Anyway. I’ll call you later.” I said, heading towards my car.

  “Hey. On some real shit you need to squash that shit with Ms. Belle.” She said

  “Good bye Monica.” I said, not looking back, and she was right. I was rushing home to my man. And yes he did have me whipped.

  JACK MOVE

  “Damn, them young boys still out there?” Don’t they switch up shifts or anything? Travon asked, as they were once again parked across the street from Horse’s stash house.

  That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They real sloppy with they shit.” Skillz replied.

  “Easy money baby.” Lorenzo added.

  It better be easy money because bullets is expensive and I’d hate to have to waste both clips on them motherfuckers in there.” Big John said, semi-jokingly.

  “Okay killer, calm down. Everything’s going to go down nice and smooth, ain’t it Skillz?” Travon asked, for reassurance.

  “That’s right boss.” Skill reassured.

  “Alright Renzo, is everybody in place?” Travon asked.

  “Yeah, the goons are around that corner and the bitches are around the other corner. Everybody is waiting for the call.” Lorenzo pointed out.

  “Look at them boys all off point and shit. It’s a whole new world down here. Well anyway, time to take them to school. Renzo, make the call. Let’s get this show on the road.” Travon instructed.”

  “I’m on it boss, but are you sure you want to go in with us? I mean, that’s what you pay us for. So we can get our hands dirty and you can stay clean. You know, the pawns protect the king.” Lorenzo stated, loyally.

  “Listen dog, I feel you on that. But in every good war movie the general goes to war with his soldiers. So let’s do it.” Travon said, cocking both of his weapons.

  “Damn, that’s what’s up. That’s why I fucking love you dog. I would take a fucking case or a bullet for you any day. Just remember that.” Lorenzo stated, wholeheartedly as he chirped the waiting parties.

  “Everybody ready?” He asked

  “Yeah we ready.” Felicia answered.

  “Ready over here too” Gary chirped in.

  “Alright, Felicia go, Gary you stand by. And Felicia, make it good.” Lorenzo instructed.

  “Don’t I always make it good baby?” Felicia flirted.

  Felicia and Candace head down the street walking and looking as sexy and provocative as possible. Felicia stood about 5 foot 6 with a pretty dark chocolate skin tone. She wore her hair cut in a Rhianna-like style. Her body was stacked, measuring 38-24-40. She wore a pair of very short Dolce and Gabbana shorts and a form fitting half shirt. Candace on the other hand, was 5 foot 4 with a redbone complexion, and fire red hair that came down to the middle of her back. She wore Gucci sneakers and a one piece BCBG short set. She was just as stacked as Felicia was. Getting the show started, they walk passed the two young boys and started a conversation that they were sure would get their attention.

  “Girl I sucked that niggas dick until he came all over my face and titties.” Felicia said, loud enough for the young boys to hear.

  “Was that before or after he was fucking you while you was sucking my clit?” Candace played along.

  “Girl I don’t even remember. There was so much fucking and sucking going on last night that my head was spinning.” Felicia continued, noticing that the plan worked like a charm. She looked at one of them and licked her lips and he took the bait.

  “Damn ladies, what’s popping?” Young buck #1 asked.

  “Please baby. Ya’ll little niggas wouldn’t know what to do with all of this.” Candace responded, rubbing her ass provocatively.

  “Shit baby are you crazy? Don’t let the age fool you. We holds it down, and we got a pocket full of money.” Young buck #2 stated, as he pulled a wad of money from his pocket.

  “Sure you do little man. Come on girl let’s go, here take the keys.” Felicia said, tossing the keys to Candace who missed them on purpose so that she could bend over in front of the young boys and show that she wore no panties under her mini skirt.

  “Hold on. Why ya’ll leaving? We got the drink and we got the smoke. We about to get lit right here. Why don’t ya’ll chill with us?” Young buck #1 asked.

  “Look boo. We are classy bitches. We don’t stand on nobody’s block and get smoked out. We do that in the comfort of our own homes. Now if ya’ll think ya’ll can hang, then come on and chill with us for a little while so we can turn ya’ll young asses out.” Felicia said, licking her lips again.

  “Yeah ya’ll kind of cute, so come on we’ll play with you for a little while.” Candace added, stroking young buck #1’s cheek.

  “Come on baby, can’t we chill right here? We can’t move from in front of this house right now.” Young buck #1 pleaded.

  “Aww shit ya’ll little niggas can’t even leave from in front of the crib? Come on girl let’s get the fuck out of here.” Candace said, grabbing Felicia’s arm.

  “Hold on. We just handling a little business right now but let’s exchange numbers and we’ll hook up later.” Young buck # 2 said, trying to save face.

  “Well walk us around the corner to our car at least damn. You can do that can’t you?
” Felicia asked, getting aggravated.

  “Alright ma. But make it quick.” Young buck # 2 said.

  “Don’t worry we will.” Candace stated, slyly.

  They walked around the corner side by side while Travon and the boys watched it finally go down from across the street.

  “Alright Gary, ya’ll are up.” Lorenzo said, chirping the phone.

  When they turned the corner Gary and his boys are pretending to shoot dice. When the girls and the young bucks walk passed, Gary and his boys pull their weapons and catch the young bucks off guard.

  “Alright give it up young boys.” Gary instructed, before chirping Lorenzo “We good over here.”

  “Alright cool. Patrice go.” Lorenzo chirped.

  Patrice made her way up to the front door and started banging with all of her might. Maleek looked through the peephole and then opened the door.

  “Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to get your pretty ass shot?” Maleek asked, not noticing that the two young bucks were missing.

  “Yo. The young boys is getting jacked up the block. They told me to come and get you.” Patrice said, frantically as if she were trying to receive an Oscar for her performance.

  “What the fuck? Which way?” Maleek said, looking around.

  “Down there and around the corner.” Patrice said, pointing to the corner.

  Maleek pulled out his gun and stepped passed Patrice. As soon as she was behind him she pulled out her gun and put it to the back of his head, and signaled for Travon and the boys to come across the street.

  “Drop it pussy.” Patrice instructed.

  “Bitch are you trying to die?” Maleek asked, still not dropping his weapon.

  “Nah nigga is you?” Patrice asked, cocking the hammer.

  At the sight of Travon and the boys coming across the street with their guns drawn Maleek finally dropped his weapon on the ground.

  “Let’s go playboy, back inside.” Travon ordered.

  “Are ya’ll motherfuckers crazy? Do you know who shit ya’ll fucking with?” Maleek barked.