Trappin'

by Shameek Speight

  "Listen, that's my woman and soon to be wife, so let me worry about her, and I know you didn't come over here to talk about her, so what's up?" Daytona says with an attitude.

  He hates for anyone to talk bad about Scarlett, that was his woman and he loves her and to him none of them knew her as well as he did. So all that shit they say shoots right out the window. Uncle Ron felt the tension in the air and held his composure, he didn't like the way Daytona came at him like he was the enemy, but years of experience taught him you can never tell a man in love anything about his woman. He will have to see for himself.

  "You're right I didn't come over here for that," Uncle Ron says in between tokes form his blunt, "I'm here to warn you that a woman you or your team killed in the car with Chambers was D-Real's little sister."

  "What!" Daytona says in shock.

  Everyone in Long Island knew who D-Real was. He ran Central Islip or C.I. as they call it, with an iron fist. He killed a whole team back in the days just to get a spot, and killed anything and everything that got in his way, but as long as you didn't try to sell drugs in C.I. or fuck with his family he would never think twice about you. The last dude that hit his sister, D-Real killed him and his whole family and the man was his right hand man.

  "Damn I didn't know that, but fuck it, if he comes wanting beef I'll bring it to him."

  Uncle Ron shakes his head, "Listen, this ain't no little war like the one you had with Chambers and those Bellport niggaz. D-Real is more vicious and smarter. He has an army to back him up."

  "So what, I'll take that nigga out just like anybody else. He bleeds like I bleed."

  "Listen Daytona, now you have a real war on your hands. It ain't just D-Real and those C.I. niggaz. It's also Chambers and the Bellport niggaz too."

  "What you mean? I killed Chambers!" Daytona replies.

  "No you didn't, he had on a bulletproof vest and that saved his life. You just shot him up really bad, but he'll be out and about in a month or two, and you'll be outnumbered."

  "I can handle myself," Daytona replies with an attitude.

  Uncle Ron inhales then exhales the blunt, "Listen, I just wanted to give you a heads up, and since you ain't thinking about nothing other than yourself and that woman, I want you to know I'm moving your mother and Snow's wife and daughters to a gated community in the Hamptons until this shit blows over. They can stay there and never have to come back, because this shit is about to get crazy and out of control," Uncle Ron says as he gets up and walks to the front door, then leaves.

  Daytona knew he was right, there will be a war and it was about to get crazy, 'My team and I will be the crazy ones,' Daytona thinks to himself as he made his way upstairs thinking about how he was about to pound on Scarlett's sweet pussy.

  Chapter 16

  Snow lay in his bed in Suffolk County Correctional Facility, thinking about his upcoming trial. He knew he had to beat the murder and attempted murder charge so he can be free and home with his family.

  Snow was housed in the jail area called the Pods, where you share your cell with a bunkie and was able to go in and out to the day area freely to watch television, play cards or work out. Snow jumps off the top bunk, goes out his cell, and walks over to the pull up bar.

  'Shit, I have to get rid of some of this stress. Between this case and what I'm hearing with Daytona, I'm going crazy,' he thinks to himself as he begins to do sets of ten of wide pull ups.

  In jail you can find anything you want from the streets. There's always someone fresh off the streets to put you on to what's going on in the hood. Who's fucking who, who got shot and so on. All Snow has been hearing is the war Daytona and his team were in and the bodies they were dropping. It brought pain to his heart.

  "Yo, you!" a voice yells to Snow from behind, while he was in the middle of doing his tenth pull up.

  Snow comes down off the bar and turns around to see a 6'2" brown skin, 160 pound man in his early twenties, with twenty dudes behind him. There were fifty men in the Pods housing area and it looks like most of them were behind this young thug.

  "Yo, what's your name?" the thug asks in a demanding tone.

  "Why you want to know?" Snow shouts back.

  He's been to jail a few times and knew this couldn't be good, but he was far from a punk and he also knew the wolves feed on the weak. Anyone can be a wolf around pups, and anyone can be gorillas around chimpanzees, but can you be a wolf around other wolves. Snow knew most of these dudes couldn't and as soon as they go up North to a max jail they will bitch up.

  "Because I'm asking if you're that nigga Snow, the brother of Daytona or what?"

  Hearing of his brother's name, Snow gets on point. On his waist he had a self-made knife, made from a piece of melt that he sharpened with a sheet wrapped around it as a handle, but he was pretty sure most of the men in front of him had some kind of weapon as well.

  "Yea, that's me, why?"

  "Because your brother started a war punk, and we're from C.I. and Bellport fool. If we can't get him we'll get to his family and that means you," the thug says while pointing his finger in Snow's face.

  This made Snow angry and he knew it was about to pop off. There was nothing he could do. He prays he could take with him as many as he could. Just then a group of men came through the crowd and stood next to Snow, it was about twenty or more men young and old.

  "Yo, what the fuck are you doing? This ain't got shit to do with you 'B'" the thug says looking at the men now standing behind Snow.

  "That's where you're wrong fool, we're from Amityville and Wyandanch and my name is JB!" one of the men shouts as he swung and punches the thug in the face, causing everyone to start fighting.

  The Amityville men and Wyandanch men pulls out their self-made knives and other weapons and so did the Bellport and C.I. men. They begin stabbing each other. Snow pulls out his knife and went across one of the Bellport men's face, ripping it from his eye to his cheek.

  "Ahhhh!" the man screams while holding his face.

  Snow kicks him in the stomach and ducks a punch from the C.I. thug that was first talking shit to him swings at him. Snow swings as hard as he could and the self-made knife went straight into the side of the C.I. thug's stomach.

  Snow tries to pull it out, but he felt the blade brake off inside him, so he punches him and begins fighting the other C.I. thugs.

  Two C.I. thugs stomp a Wyandanch man down and now they were both bent over repeatedly stabbing him.

  "Ahhhh!" he screams in pain until he stops moving as blood covers the floor.

  The two C.I. thugs look up and see's Snow punching out a Bellport man, kneeing him in the balls. The two thugs start heading toward Snow. Snow turns around and sees them coming with their knives in their hands, made from plastic spoons. He back pedals not knowing what to do, he was unarmed. Just then JB comes next to him and hands him a sock with four hard bars of soap in it. He has the same thing in his right hand.

  As soon as the thugs were in arms reach Snow and JB swings the socks, cracking them in the head.

  "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" they both scream and try to back pedal.

  Snow swings again and the second blow cracks the Bellport thugs jaw, knocking him to the floor as he beat him unconscious.

  Snow begins to swing again and again. The man's skull could be heard cracking and blood covers the sock and floor. Snow looks over at JB who was doing the same thing. Sixty correctional officers rush into the housing area, spraying mace and beating and handcuffing the inmates. Snow and JB were handcuffed and drug to the box. The inmates that were badly hurt were sent to the infirmary to get medical attention. The ones that died were put in body bags and taken away. Their families were called then the bodies were shipped to them. The correctional officers couldn't get any of them to talk about the fight. No one said who started it and why, so they couldn't charge anyone with the bodies, because it was too many inmates involved. They just gave everyone 90 days in the box.

  Chapter 17

  It was nighttime and
Daytona's party was off the hook. Everyone from Wyandanch and Amityville was there. The party took place in Wyandanch at Scarlett's old house, but she let 'E' live there and take care of it while she lives with Daytona. The house and backyard was full of gold digging women dressed to the 'T', trying to bag them a Wyandanch or Amityville hustler.

  Daytona grinds up on Scarlett's ass moving to the beat of the song, 'Duffle Bag Boy' by Playaz Circle and Lil Wayne, when the song switched up to the instrumental version.

  The Amityville Killers and the Dance Shooters were still singing the hook to the song, "Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy, say go and get your money little duffle bag boy…Get money! … I ain't never ran from a nigga and I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start running … look honey … I ain't never ran from a nigga and I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start running … Get Money!" they felt like kings and they all were duffle bag boys.

  "Damn baby, this party is jumping," Scarlett says while pulling Daytona by the hand leading him inside the house.

  Once inside the house it was like another whole different party, people were dancing, smoking and drinking. Daytona could see Livewire grinding on some thick light skinned chic, and could see Four Pound smoking a blunt with two sexy chocolate sisters. Scarlett leads Daytona to the bedroom. Just as she opens the door 'E' comes over.

  "Yo, Daytona! Yo, Daytona!" he shouts over the music.

  Daytona turns around and 'E' makes his move through the crowd with a bad ass Spanish woman following behind him.

  "I know you and Scarlett not about to break out on your party. The fellas and I have a surprise for you."

  "Word!" Daytona replies.

  'Schmmp,' Scarlett sucks her teeth, "Well I have a surprise for him too," she says with an attitude.

  "This will only take a minute, follow me."

  Back outside the DJ gets on the mic, "Everyone head to the front yard. We're about to give the birthday man his gift."

  Once outside Daytona sees what looks like a car covered up with a car cover. Everyone from the back yard comes to the front along with everyone inside the house. The streets and sidewalks were full of partygoers.

  Daytona looks around at all the people and smiles, 'Just to think a year ago I couldn't even see myself living like this,' he thinks to himself.

  'E' begins to speak, "Quiet everyone, quiet. Daytona you have been good to all of us, it's surprising that your ass just turned 18, when you act like you're 40 or something," everyone in the crowd bust out laughing, even Daytona and Scarlett, "Well we all love you and the Amityville Killers and the Dance Shooters put together some money and got you this," 'E' says as he pulls away the cover to reveal a candy coated blue, Bentley GT Coupe.

  "Wow!" the crowd says simultaneously.

  "Damn," Scarlett moans.

  Daytona couldn't believe his eyes or that his people went out their way to get this for him, the car had to close at least 150,000 easy, and that's without the 20 inch chrome rims it was sitting on. 'E' threw Daytona the keys and Daytona opens the car to see ivory leather seats with TV's on the headrest and a touch screen TV on the dashboard. He opens the trunk to see a killer music system.

  "Damn!"

  "Happy birthday!" everyone in the crowd yells.

  Daytona gives everyone in his team hand dap's with a hug. Then everyone at the party wanted to say happy birthday and give him hugs as well. Scarlett was getting jealous as women with short dresses kept coming up to hug and kiss him on the cheek. She grabbed him by the hand and leads him back inside the house into her old bedroom.

  "I guess this means the party starts back again. No one wants to get Scarlett pissed," the DJ says causing everyone to laugh, as he blasts the music again.

  People begin to fill the backyard and the house getting their party on, drinking and smoking.

  In Scarlett's bedroom, Daytona sat on the end of the bed while Scarlett slowly and seductively removes her dress and lets it fall to the floor leaving her standing there in her velvet see through Victoria's Secret lingerie.

  "You like?" Scarlett asks in a sexy tone.

  "Hell yea," Daytona replies, as he looks at her hard brown nipples, then her thick thighs as his dick gets hard and feels as if it wants to bust out his True Religion jeans, "So what's my surprise or gift?" he asks already knowing the answer.

  "Well, I asked myself what does a man that has almost everything, money, power and a beautiful woman that's about to be his wife need, and I came to thinking the best gift to give you is me. I'm going to fuck you, lick you and suck you in every way imaginable. Nothing's off limits, everything on me belong to you, every hole, everything," Scarlett says while rubbing her body and looking in his eyes.

  "I like that."

  She drops her knees and unzips his jeans then grabs his hard dick that was ready to poke her in the eye and wraps her juicy wet lips around it. Daytona lets of a moan as he watches her head bop up and down. She lets her tongue travel around the shaft of his dick before putting it back in her mouth.

  "Damn girl," Daytona grabs the back of her head to help her pick up the pace.

  Back outside everyone was so busy partying that no one noticed four black Chevy Avalanches' parked across the street. D-Real jumps out of the first truck with a semi AK-47 in his hand followed by his C.I. soldiers. He was brown skin, with a skinny frame. His long dreads went down his back. He has them tied up in a ponytail with a black bandana. The rest of his men jump out the other three trucks and they all creep around to the back side of the house.

  'Brrrr! Brrrr! Brrrr!' D-Real and his soldiers sent rapid fire crashing into men and women in the backyard.

  "Ahhhh!" people could be heard screaming as bullets tear through their bodies.

  Three C.I. gunmen aim at the house and send a spray of bullets flying inside. Bullets slam into the party goers heads and bodies killing them instantly. Livewire and 'E' grab their 9mm from their waist and aims out a window and fire. Bullets hit one of the C.I. soldiers in the eye killing him, another slams into another soldier's stomach, causing him to drop his weapon and fall to the ground where 'E' aims at his head sending a bullet crashing into it.

  Four Pound was in the backyard when bullets filled the big redhead woman. He was grinding on to the beat. He dives to the ground as bullets flew passed him.

  He pulls out his .45 and squeezes five quick shots, the bullets explode in two of the C.I. soldiers head and tears through ones chest exiting out of his back.

  "Shit!" Drop says as one of the Wyandanch Dance shooters run behind a tree and picks up the Tec 9mm he had hiding their and sends a spray of bullets in the direction of five C.I. gunmen.

  Bullets pierced three of their bodies making them fall limp over the ground, one of the C.I. soldiers see his partner get hit and aims the AK-47 at Drop sending a hail of bullets at him. The bullets scatter into Drop's chest bones and face. Once the Amityville Killers and Dance Shooters see Drop go down they go mad and start pulling guns out from hiding places from around the house, and their waist.

  'Boom! Boom! Boom!'

  'Brrrr! Boc! Boc! Boc!'

  Shots went off as the Amityville and Dance Shooters gun down C.I. soldiers one after another.

  D-Real knew he would be outnumbered. He only came to make a point and kill as many of them as he could. He begins to back pedal while still firing his AK-47 rapidly, with four of his soldiers doing the same.

  Inside the house Scarlett was riding Daytona's dick like never before, when they hear the gunshots.

  Daytona pushes her off of him and puts on his boxers a grabs a 9mm Ruger. He looks out Scarlett's bedroom window to see a man swinging an AK-47 back and forth shooting people left and right. Daytona aims the Ruger and squeezes the trigger. The bullets crash through the glass window and into the C.I. soldier's head exploding it like a melon.

  Scarlett screams and gets down on the floor, "Stay here!" Daytona orders as he runs out the bedroom only with his boxers on with the gun in his hand.

 
Looking around he sees bodies on the floor in the living room. Some were moving, and crying, but a lot weren't, they were dead where they lay. He could see some of his Amityville Killers and Dance Shooters busting off shots from windows. Daytona runs to the front door to see five men with AK-47's trying to run and attack, while firing off shots, but his team was outside gunning them down.

  Two of the C.I. soldiers drop dead in the street from bullets ripping through their backs. Daytona aims and bust off shots. D-Real and two of his men had made it to the truck pulling off with an army of men busting off shots from behind them. The Amityville Killers and Dance Shooters run into the street busting off shots at the trucks trying to drive off the block. Some of them run after it while shooting.

  The Dance Shooters hop into their cars to see if they could catch up to the trucks. D-Real looks in the back seat to see that the last two of his men had been shot and killed when the Dance Shooters and Amityville Killers were firing at the truck, 'Oh well, there will be more with a quick call. I'm going to teach these Amityville and Wyandanch niggaz this ain't a game!' D-Real says to himself as he hops on the highway at top speed heading toward Central Islip.

  "Yo, who the fuck was that?" Daytona yells.

  "It was D-Real and them C.I. niggaz," 'E' says.

  "What! D-Real sent soldiers out here?" Daytona asks.

  "Nah son, he came himself with the soldiers. I've seen him with my own eyes, he was the one with the long dreads," 'E' replies, "Shit, that nigga got balls, they knew they were outnumbered when they came here, but they still rolled up on us," 'E' states.

  "Yea that nigga just was trying to prove a point to let us know that it's on. Yo, get all these guns out of here and the cars. Take my new Bentley too, have someone ready to tell the cops a story about how it was a robbery or some gang shit. 'E' you're going to have to stay here and straighten this shit out since it's your place. Make sure you talk, but the guest who are alive or wounded, tell them not to talk, or to say it was a gang. Get rid of any evidence on us," Daytona says as he throws on his jeans and shirt.