Trappin'

by Shameek Speight

  "Yea Tiffany," 'E' replies, "They both were at your birthday party that got my house all shot up, but I will let her do the talking, 'E' says looking at Tameka on the floor crying. "Now get to talking bitch!" Livewire yells.

  Tameka sniffles a little and begins to speak. She could taste her salty tears as she opens her mouth, "Six months ago D-Real and some of his boys came to me and my sister Tiffany and said they'd pay us ten thousand every three weeks to stay at our house. We had to fuck them every now and then while they were there. So we were with it and took the money and did what they asked. We didn't know they had beef with y'all until the night of your birthday party. They called us and told us to leave because they were going to shoot the place up."

  Daytona is now furious, any type of pity he has for her is now gone, "All this damn time, we were trying to figure out how these fools were getting in and out of our town. That's how they were able to hit the trap houses so fast!" Daytona shouts to no one in particular.

  Tameka sees the frustration on his face and begins to cry some more, "I didn't know they were going to shoot up your party."

  "Bitch even after they shot shit up they were still in town killing niggaz you grew up with, so don't play like you didn't know shit! Now tell me, is D-Real in your sister's house and how many men are in there? Where they keep their cars? Are they doing the same shit in Amityville?" Daytona yells at her, but Tameka continues to cry.

  "Listen if you talk I'll make sure you live okay?"

  Tameka looks at Daytona, then Livewire and 'E'. After what they did to her today she knew Livewire and 'E' want to kill her, but Daytona is the boss and she figures if she can get on his good side she will live another day. She sniffles and begins to talk, "There are six men in the house, there were more, but I think y'all killed some. D-Real doesn't stay there, just his men, he sneaks in town at night and they steal cars to do the drive-by on the trap houses. One of them C.I. niggaz named Ray stay talking after he fucks me and said they have another team of men, about seven in Amityville staying with some chic named Lisa."

  Daytona already knew who she was talking about, "Ugly face Lisa with the bad body?"

  Every man in the hood wants her body but her faces turns you off, so niggaz just fuck her from the back. She lives in a Section 8 house on Divine Street two blocks away from the trap house.

  "That's how they hit us up and by the time our soldiers come for back-up, they be gone. They're not really gone, they are right down the block laughing at us," Daytona gives Livewire a look.

  Livewire walks in the kitchen and returns with a long nose 3.8 revolver with a potato stuck on the end of it. Tameka looks up to see Livewire standing over her with the gun.

  "You promised you weren't going to kill me," she cries out while looking up at Daytona.

  She begins to scream as loud as she could, as she realizes what's about to happen. Her screams are silenced with a 3.8 bullet crashing into her skull.

  "You two make sure y'all dump that bitch in the ocean and get the team ready for tonight," Daytona says.

  Already making plans for what he is about to do tonight, he turns and walks to the front door and out the house.

  *****

  It is now 1:00 a.m., 'E' and nine Dance Shooters surrounds the house on Straight Path, in Wyandanch where Tameka and her sister live. They are armed with chrome AK-47's, brand new out the box. 'E' and three men take the back door while three take the front, and the other three will go through the windows as it's a one story house.

  "On three," 'E' says to the three Dance Shooters, "One… two… three."

  With one mighty kick, 'E' kicks in the door and runs inside the house. Music could be heard blasting so the six C.I. soldiers didn't hear the door crashing in. 'E' runs to the first bedroom he sees and opens the door to see three little kids between the ages of two and four playing with toys by themselves. He rushes to the next bedroom and opens the door to see Tameka's sister, Tiffany, with one of the C.I. men buck naked, fucking her from the back while she sucks on another one's dick that is in front of her. A third man stands naked jerking his dick waiting for his turn.

  'E' has two of the Dance Shooters step back and aims their AK-47's, squeezing the trigger, 'Brrrr! Brrrr!' the AK-47's bullets rip through Tiffany and the three C.I. soldiers bodies filling them with holes, sending blood flying everywhere.

  "What the fuck?" a C.I. soldier yells as he comes out the kitchen with a slice of pizza in his hand.

  He drops it and pulls out a Beretta 9mm and aims. A Dance Shooter aims and they squeeze the triggers to their guns simultaneously. Bullets from the C.I.'s Beretta 9mm slams into the Dance Shooters chest and comes out his back, killing him but not before rapid fire from the AK-47 rips through the C.I. soldiers leg, waist and chest.

  The last two C.I. soldiers see what has happened to their man and fires at 'E' and the Dance Shooters then runs to the front door. One opens the door as 'E' and the Dance Shooters dive to the floor. The C.I. soldiers think they are home free until they look in front of them to see four men holding AK-47's. Before the C.I. soldiers have a chance to aim their guns, a hail of bullets rip into them exiting the back of their bodies. Their bodies shake and jerk as they holler in pain and drop dead on the ground.

  "Let's be out!" 'E' yells.

  'E' and the Dance Shooters run toward a waiting truck. They all hop in then pull off.

  *****

  In Amityville around the same time, Daytona and Livewire along with eight Amityville Killers are all armed with black and chrome Mossberg pump shot guns, with a pistol grip handle. They surround the house making sure to stay in the cut.

  Q.S. mentions to Daytona that she calls every night for an ounce of haze at 1:00 a.m. If anything, Daytona knows Lisa loves to smoke weed, so he has Lisa's normal weed supplier, Q.S., park down the block at gun point with one of the Amityville Killers in the back seat. So they sit and patiently wait. Q.S. is scared to death and refuses to look back at the man in the back seat with the gun pointed at his head.

  "Call bitch, call, so I can get these fools off my back," he says under his breath.

  "What you say fool?" the gunman in the back seat asks as he pushes the gun closer to the back of Q.S.'s skull.

  "Nothing 'B', I said she should be calling any minute now," Q.S. replies nervously.

  "She better or that's your ass."

  As soon as the words leave the gunman's mouth, Q.S.'s cellphone begins to ring.

  He looks at the caller ID and sees Lisa's name pop up, "Yo Lisa, what's up, what you need the usual?"

  "Yea, how long will it take you to get over here?" Lisa replies, "Stop grabbing my ass!" Q.S. could hear her scream at someone.

  "Yo, I'm already around your way just come outside. I should be pulling up now."

  "Word!" Lisa says excited that she didn't have to wait long to get high.

  Q.S. pulls up in front of her house at the same time Lisa is coming out the house, shutting the door behind her. She walks toward his car and Q.S. rolls down the dark tinted window on the passenger side.

  "What's up girl?" Q.S. asks.

  "Shit! Here," she passes him $450, and Q.S. passes her the ounce of purple haze weed in a small Ziploc bag.

  Lisa thinks she hears a noise in the backseat of the car, but doesn't see anyone. Q.S. pulls off and the gunman gets up from the floor of the back of the car.

  "Go around the block," the gunman orders.

  "What now?"

  "We wait," the gunman places a potato on the tip of the long 3.8 revolver.

  "Yo, you got more haze in here?"

  "Yea, I do man," Q.S. says nervously.

  "Pass it to me."

  Q.S. passes the gunman two ounces without looking at him.

  The gunman grabs the weed and places the barrel of his gun to Q.S. head and squeezes the trigger sending a bullet crashing into the back of his skull. Blood is now all over the gunman.

  Daytona watches Lisa and as she gets to the front door of her house he rushes her.
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  "Ahhhh!" she lets out a short scream.

  "Shut up bitch!" Daytona yells as Livewire grabs her by the hair, pulling out pieces of her weave.

  "How many are in there?" Livewire asks.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," Lisa says through tears.

  "I'm going to ask you again, how many of them are in there?"

  "Please don't kill me, they pay me to let them stay here, it's eight of them. Don't kill me!"

  "Shut the fuck up!" Livewire yells, "Open the door!"

  Daytona waves four of his Amityville Killers over while the other four go to the back door. Lisa uses her key and opens the door.

  "Hey Lisa, let's roll up these blunts," a C.I. soldier says as he sees Lisa entering the house.

  "Oh shit!" he yells and almost pisses himself as he sees Daytona and Livewire and four other men rushing the crib.

  He reaches for his gun on his waist. Daytona squeezes the trigger of his shotgun, making it roar, 'Boom!' blowing a hole into the C.I. soldier's chest dropping him. Livewire squeezes the trigger to his shotgun and it blows a giant hole in Lisa's back causing her to fall face first dead on the floor.

  The Amityville Killers rush the living room, where the C.I. soldiers are busting off shots from their 9mm's, but their guns are no match for the shotguns. The Amityville Killers pump and squeeze their triggers repeatedly. The shotgun blast off one of the C.I. soldiers left arm, "Ahhhh!" making him scream in pain as another blast crashes into his chest.

  Shotgun blasts rip apart the legs and waists of the two C.I. soldiers that are firing at the Amityville Killers. The four Amityville Killers walk up to their bodies and repeatedly pump and fire. A C.I. soldier creeps up behind them and lets off four shots from his 9mm, the bullets crash into two Amityville Killers backs and necks, killing them instantly.

  Livewire aims at his head, squeezing the trigger to his shotgun. The C.I. soldier's head explodes and brain tissue and bone fragments fly everywhere. The three remaining C.I. soldiers bust out of a back room and let off shots running toward the back door.

  Daytona and Livewire smile as they duck for cover. One of the C.I. soldiers opens the back door and runs out to only get shredded to pieces by shotgun pellets.

  "Oh shit!" the other C.I. gunman yells, then turns around and run toward Daytona and the Amityville Killers to only be shot repeatedly. Chunks of flesh fly everywhere as their bodies fall backwards from the impact of the shotgun blast.

  "Let's roll!" Daytona shouts.

  The sound of a baby crying could be heard coming from a bedroom. Daytona opens the door to see Lisa's three year old daughter crying in the bed, his heart goes out to her.

  "Let's go nigga!" Livewire says while pulling on his arm.

  They take off and jump into a waiting van and pull off.

  Chapter 22

  Money is moving slow for Daytona and his team with all his main spots hot in Amityville and Wyandanch, because of the shootings and all of the dead bodies. It is hard for him and his team to make money and Daytona knows he has to do something fast to make sure his team eats.

  "Damn I can't even take time out to plan for my own damn wedding with all this shit popping off!" Daytona yells as he sits on the couch in 'E's house smoking a blunt, with 'E' and Livewire.

  "Word, Daytona you're the only one out of all of us that really got some money stashed. Livewire and I are sitting on $200,000 apiece and that ain't shit compared to what we're used to. It's March and summer's right around the corner. Niggaz want to ball out and get those new Chrysler trucks and a Porsche," 'E' states.

  "I feel you and all, but we need new trap houses until the heat cools down on the old ones. Just as the words leave Daytona's mouth, a knock on the front door causes him and Livewire to grab their guns off their laps, pulling back the chamber making a bullet jump inside.

  "Yo chill, that's damn Dana. I told her to come over here. Y'all remember big booty Dana with three kids by that nigga Tone, who's locked up for five years on that gun charge, right?" 'E' says while walking to the front door.

  "Yea," Daytona and Livewire say simultaneously.

  'E' opens the door and Dana stands there wearing some blue, played out jeans, a white tee that hugs her waist with some run down Air Force One sneakers on.

  "What's up 'E'?" she says as she walks in.

  Daytona notices right away that her hair is in need of being done badly. Her weave looks as if she has been gluing the same piece of hair on for three months now. Dana isn't bad looking; she has a dark brown complexion with thick thighs, and a little gut from having three kids. She is pretty in the face with juicy lips. She's just hurt for money. She has no man to take care of her. She's no different than any other woman from the hood that has children and the fathers are nowhere to be found.

  "Hey Daytona, hey Livewire," Dana says.

  "What's good?" Daytona replies.

  Livewire just gives her a head nod. Dana sits on the couch between Daytona and Livewire while 'E' continues to stand.

  "Aight Dana, tell Daytona what we was talking about."

  "Well Daytona, you know I ain't got any money because my baby daddy Tone is locked up and I'm on welfare and my house is through Section 8. I listen to the streets and know shit is hot for you right now and y'all already don't have a trap house to work out of. So I was thinking that you put work into my house and use it as a trap house. You can hit me off, I'm even willing to sell some crack myself and I have a girlfriend with Section 8 housing that's willing to do the same. Shit Wyandanch ain't shit, but there are a bunch of women that's on Section 8 struggling to feed and put clothes on themselves and their kids," Dana states.

  Daytona is quiet for a minute and lets what she's saying run through his mind.

  "Damn, why didn't I think of that shit? What she's saying is true and it would make me more money than before. I can recruit more soldiers. Aight I'm with that Dana. I'm sending two of the Dance shooters over there today that you know."

  "Yea aight, we'll talk more about this later. Thank you so much Daytona," Dana says while hugging him, then gets up to leave.

  'E' walks her to the door, "Yo I'll holla at you later mami."

  "Aight 'E'," Dana replies as she leaves.

  "Yo 'E', are you fucking with her or what?" Livewire asks.

  "Yea I hit it from time to time and give her money to help take care of her kids. So what you think Daytona?" asks 'E'.

  "I think it's a good plan, let's get all our people on it now, and get a list of all her girlfriends and let's make this money."

  "I hope you know what you're doing Daytona, but for this money I'm down," Livewire replies.

  *****

  In a matter of two weeks, Daytona has six women with kids, letting him use their homes as trap houses, one in Wyandanch and five in Amityville. He has two soldiers in each house, one taking the day shift and the other on the night shift. Money is rolling in faster than before. With the new trap houses and him still having the old ones the Amityville Killers and the Dance Shooters had a place of their town.

  D-Real and his. soldiers couldn't find a way in without getting shot at. After what Daytona and his team did to the last soldiers no one was willing to help D-Real.

  Chapter 23

  It's been a month and things are good for Daytona and his team. The heat is off the old trap houses, and they are moving more bricks of crack than before. Daytona pulls his blue Bentley up in front of 'E's house to see 'E' and Livewire sitting in a new truck in the driveway with the doors open blasting music.

  Daytona hops out his Bentley and walks over toward them, "Damn 'E', what kind of truck is this? I never seen no shit like this," Daytona says while giving 'E' a hand dap then Livewire.

  "Yo, this is the shit I was telling you about, the Chrysler Aspen. This is fly yo I'm going to throw 24 inch rims on it tomorrow. I just picked it up today."

  Daytona looks at the trucks black exterior, chromed out grill and black leather seats. He is feeling it, "Yo I think I'm going to
have to get me one of these bad boys, word."

  "Yo, I said the same thing," Livewire responds while passing Daytona the blunt he is smoking.

  Daytona inhales and lets the weed smoke rush his lungs, "So what are you doing for the day?" he asks while exhaling the weed smoke.

  "Yo, me and Livewire is about to head over to Sunrise Mall to go shopping, you want to roll?" 'E' replies.

  "Yea I'm down with that!"

  "Yo leave your Bentley and ride with us," 'E' says.

  "Aight," Daytona hops in the back seat. 'E' starts up the truck and peels off.

  "Yo I can't believe it's already April, the summer is going to be off the hook," 'E' states.

  "Word, we're going to ball out hard," Livewire responds while Daytona passes him the blunt.

  "Shit man, my wedding is in June, your sister is acting all crazy and shit trying to have the biggest wedding in Wyandanch and shit, but I don't care my money is long and I love her ass," Daytona says making 'E' and Livewire bust out laughing.

  "Nigga you loved Scarlett before you even knew what to do with a girl," 'E' replies while still laughing.

  "Both of you shut the fuck up," Daytona says with a smile on his face.

  Twenty minutes later, 'E' parks in the Sunrise Mall parking lot. Women are getting out their cars and can't help but stare as the three young ballers hop out the truck with platinum chains swinging on their necks making their way into the mall.

  Four hours later they exit the mall, carrying seven bags each.

  "Damn you see how that redbone and her girlfriend were throwing themselves at me. Shit I know that bitch is going to call me tonight. It's like when you're broke or trying to get money a bitch won't say shit to you. You pretty much have to beg just to get her to stop and give you some time in her day. As soon as you have money, you can't get them out your face," 'E' says while walking towards his truck.

  "Word, I bagged four bad ass bitches today or should I say, I got bagged. They came straight to a nigga while I'm shopping," Livewire states.