The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set

by Jerry Jackson

  “I know your mother told you I called,” Terry said and looked him directly in his eyes, waiting on him to lie.

  She was practically daring him to lie in her face when he knew she could read him well.

  “Nah, she ain’t said nothing,” Gangsta lied, because his mother did tell him every time Terry called.

  His mother was a big fan of Terry. She loved her like her own daughter. She talked to her all the time and always said at any given moment Terry could pull up to her house and get a bed.

  “Why is your ass lying, Gary?” She playfully pushed a finger in his face before asking, “Who’s truck you driving?”

  “It’s mines, and where is Zay at? Ain’t y’all fuckin’ around?” he decided to ask.

  “And?” Terry shot back.

  “Shid, I don’t want shawty to ride up da block and see me in your face. He might get the wrong idea.” Gangsta spoke through a smile, which made Terry roll her sexy eyes.

  “Zay do not own me, honey. I am grown. Zay knows how I feel ‘bout you. Won’t nothing or no nigga change that,” she replied.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, really, nigga. Anyhow, drop me off when you leave. I gotta go to work tomorrow, and I do not feel like waiting on Nikki.”

  She rolled her eyes as always.

  “Oh, Terry got a job?” Gangsta laughed. “I know it’s gonna snow.”

  “Gary, I’m for real. Will you take me home?”

  “You going to Bankhead Court?” he asked and hit the fresh blunt he just lit up.

  “Yes.”

  Gangsta had wild thoughts in his head of him and Terry making rough love in a nice suite and blowing on loud. He kind of missed seeing her sexy body and that lustful look she held when in the heat of the moment.

  “We need to hit da hotel, and then I’ll drop you to work from the room. I’m try’na taste you.”

  “Honey, please, I’m for real man. Take me home, boy.”

  Terry stomped her feet and tried to snatch the blunt from his hand, but failed.

  “Why don’t you ask Zay?”

  Terry took a slow step back.

  “Don’t play,” Terry replied and walked away to rejoin her two friends as Gangsta rejoined his cousin Eric on the porch.

  Minutes after he talked with Terry, Gangsta noticed a money green Impala on big rims with loud music pull into the yard next to his whip. Zay jumped out with two of his shooters. Gangsta knew them both, and he knew that the both of them were about that life. Gangsta watched Zay call Terry over and speak a few words to her. Then he reached into his pocket to produce a wad of cash. He peeled her off some money, and Terry jumped into the Impala with her friends and they pulled off.

  “What’s up, boy?” Zay asked as he walked up the steps toward Gangsta, followed by his shooters.

  Gangsta passed him the still-lit blunt he had been smoking.

  “Shawty, what’s happenin’?” Gangsta asked.

  Zay hit the blunt and took a seat on the steps. Gangsta knew deep down that Zay enjoyed the fact he had Terry. Every slick chance he got he would throw it or rub it in Gangsta’s face.

  One thing Gangsta knew was that, no matter what, he could take Terry back any day because Zay caught her on the rebound. He caught her when she was single and started to shower her with gifts and money. Zay wasn’t the best looking guy on the streets and he knew it. It was no shock when word hit that Zay was near rich in the game and had a major connection for the work.

  “How long you been out, bruh?” Zay asked.

  “’Bout two months.”

  “You try’na get some money? You know I fucks wit’cha.”

  “Dat’s all that’s ever on my mind, shawty.”

  “We gonna link up. I got my swagger in these streets going hard,” Zay shot back.

  “Shid, that’s the move. I’m with that.”

  After they smoked the blunt, Gangsta decided to leave. He gave all his partnas dap and then exchanged phone numbers with Zay. Gangsta stood up and jumped down the three steps into the yard where his truck was parked. He got in, cranked it up, and Monsta Swole boomed through the speakers.

  Gangsta’s mother only stayed a fifteen-minute walk or a five-minute drive away on South Grand, so Gangsta rode up Johnson Road. He made a right and then a left on Gun Club. He came out to the flashing light on Hollywood Road, where he made another right and punched the gas, making the truck fishtail a bit. Gangsta looked both ways to make sure it was clear to cross over to South Grand. As soon as he turned on his mother’s street, he saw Glock coming out. Glock threw up the deuces, and then he hit Bankhead, smashing the gas up the street.

  Gangsta instantly got heated, because now he knew this nigga was on some more shit. Gangsta vowed to handle it, because being this close to his mother was no excuse, no exceptions.

  Gangsta finally made it to his mother’s house and pulled into the driveway. He quickly got out and used his keys to enter the house. He found his mother in the kitchen. Gangsta’s heart went back to its normal pace, elated to the highest degree to see his mother was safe.

  Gangsta kissed his mother’s jaw.

  “What’s up, Ma?” he asked with a smile on his face.

  Then he grabbed one of the pork chops she had cooked and took a seat at the kitchen table. He pulled his phone out and texted Kash.

  Chapter 3

  Five Hours Later

  The sun was slowly dropping in the cool of the night and giving the sky a pink and purple glow. It was a beautiful sight. It was a sight that let people know their day was about over and the darkness would soon embrace. Gangsta was inside his room, seated on his bed with two rubber-banded bankrolls of four grand each. A Glock .40 with four clips was also on the bed, sprawled out next to his phone and a bomb of one thousand pills. His small safe was opened and nested neatly in the closet.

  Gangsta grabbed the phone and read its message from Kash. It was the address to Glock’s baby mama’s crib. After he read the message, Gangsta tossed his life savings into the safe along with three clips from the Glock .40. He didn’t plan a war with this nigga. It could be only one thing, Gangsta thought. A hit. Someone must have put a hit on him, but who was the question.

  The phone lit up again with a message, and this time it was Terry. The message read:

  Come get me.

  Gangsta paid the text no attention as he got his keys to leave. He was on a mission to figure out what was up with this dude Glock.

  Gangsta heard the horn blow and proceeded to go outside to find Dank in a Cutlass waiting on him. He made his way downstairs and out the door after giving his mother a kiss and firm hug.

  “What’s up, fool?” Gangsta said as he climbed inside the Cutlass.

  “What’s happenin’?” Dank asked.

  Gangsta noticed a .357 long barrel handgun lying across Dank’s lap. They pulled off from South Grand and onto Bankhead, then headed to Fair Street Bottom where Glock’s baby mama stayed. It was a place Glock was almost always posted.

  It didn’t take but twenty minutes to make it to the University Homes Projects on Fair Street Bottom. Dank found a good place to park in view of the baby mama’s apartment to watch Glock’s comings and goings.

  “What’s up with dis fool?” Dank asked while he began to roll up a blunt of loud.

  “Shawty, I don’t even know, but he fucking with the right one,” Gangsta replied and tightly clutched the Glock .40. He was ready to light University Homes Projects up. Gangsta heard his phone start to ring and saw on the caller ID that it was Terry. At first he wasn’t going to answer, but decided to go ahead.

  “Hello,” he said.

  “I like how you stood me up, nigga,” her voice humbly said through the phone.

  “Shit, I saw you driving that nigga shit.”

  “And?”

  “And I knew you was straight then,” Gangsta shot back, and then he noticed a car pull into the parking lot.

  He focused on the ride as it parked and two females got out with a
kid.

  “It’s 8:30, so come out here and see me,” Terry said.

  “I’m handling something right now.”

  “Well, come by when you’re done. I don’t know why you acting crazy.”

  “Yeah, I can do that,” Gangsta replied and kind of smiled it off.

  Just like Terry was crazy about him, he was as crazy about her. He made a mental note to swing by when things were handled with Glock.

  Fifteen minutes after he hung up the phone with Terry, he saw Glock pull up with his music blasting, without a care in the world. Gangsta made sure not to take his eyes off Glock as he parked his car. It was fully dark, but kids were still out and about running around, and older folks acted as if the sun was still out as they mingled through the projects.

  “His ho stays on the end, shawty. I’m finna pull around on Fair Street and you can handle yo’ bizness and come down the steps,” Dank said as Gangsta opened the door to get out.

  He did not want to miss the right moment and slip up. He got out and slid the Glock .40 in his back pocket. He still had his eyes locked on Glock as he was going to his trunk.

  Gangsta walked unnoticed toward the side of the building. He went in the same direction Glock would to enter his baby mama’s apartment.

  Gangsta saw two young females walking toward him, so he stopped them because they would make him fit in.

  He asked them if they knew where he could find some weed. They pointed him to an apartment and gave him a name, then walked off. That’s when he saw Glock getting closer, so he tightly gripped the Glock .40 in his back pocket. Once Glock was only a few feet away from his baby mama’s door, Gangsta lifted the Glock .40 to his face and let off two shots.

  Boom! Boom!

  The shots snapped Glock’s head back and made his fitted cap fall off. Glock stumbled a bit and began to reach for his face. His hands failed to make it as his body hit the ground. Gangsta saw Glock’s body jump a couple times as life left it. He stood over his lifeless body and shot him again in the face.

  Boom!

  Gangsta still didn’t have a good reason to just take Glock out, but it was better to be safe than sorry, so whoever was at him would get a clear picture to fall back and stay safe.

  He tucked the Glock .40 and ran back around the corner and down the steps to the waiting Cutlass.

  ***

  Kash

  Kash held his sleeping son in his arms as he made his way to his Range Rover followed by his daughter. She was carrying her small overnight bag. Kash unlocked and opened the truck’s doors with the remote. He pulled back the door, placed his son in the car seat, and buckled him up. Then he helped his daughter climb inside and buckled her up, too. He looked up before getting in the driver’s seat and noticed Erica standing in the doorway. Kash threw up deuces and jumped in the truck.

  He needed to drop his kids off to their mother. Erica and he stayed in Riverdale while his babies’ mother stayed on Six Flags Drive, so he made a quick stop to get gas and then hit the highway.

  It took him thirty-eight minutes to pull into the driveway of Ebony’s house. Sitting in her driveway was her BMW truck and Cobb County squad car. Kash hated to see that car. He saw the front door open and out came Ebony’s husband, another police officer. Even though Ebony was on the police force, she did not sweat him or his ways because she met Kash that way. Indeed, she wanted him to change, and she could not wait for him to do it. She changed herself and prayed he’d follow.

  Kash reached over and unbuckled his daughter, then gave her a kiss as she jumped out. Ebony’s husband opened the back door to get Charles Junior.

  “What’s up, Kash? Are you good?” he asked while unbuckling Charles Junior.

  Charles Junior got out of the car seat and climbed into the front seat to give his daddy some dap and a hug.

  “Bye, Daddy,” he said and climbed out through the driver’s side door.

  Kash threw one of his hands back over his head to give Ebony’s husband some dap.

  “What’s up, Greg?” Kash spoke back as they dapped each other up.

  Ebony appeared out of the house. She was a pretty, jet-black female with long hair. She had the build of a runner, the ass of a stripper, and a face of someone exotic. She walked over and picked up her daughter, then waved to Kash, who in return waved back. Both of them held a full respect for the other and remained cool for the kids’ sake. It seemed to work out well.

  Kash backed out of the driveway and pulled off to head back to his girl’s house in Riverdale. He decided to ride the street way to make a stop on the west side. He wanted to holla at Dank again about the lick in Bowens Homes.

  Before Kash made it to Hollywood Courts, he saw Dinky’s gray pickup truck at Do Drop In, a hood store on Hollywood Road. Kash quickly pulled over and looked at the time. It was almost 10 p.m. and the only thing he had on him was a .357 and some chloroform gas. This wasn’t in the plan, but the opportunity had presented itself. Hollywood Road at night was a dark hell, so hardly anyone walked these streets at night. If he was going to make a move, now was better than anything he would come up with later.

  Kash pulled up a few feet from Dinky’s ride and saw it was empty. He parked beside it quickly and cut the truck off. He stuffed the keys inside his pockets and jumped out, his eyes watching the door to the store. He went to the back of the truck, which was automatically opening after he had pressed the button. He found the small can of gas and held his breath as he twisted the cap off, then poured some onto a rag he found.

  Kash quickly closed the back to his Range Rover and looked around at his surroundings. Nothing was out of place, and the coast was clear. He walked toward the store and stood next to the icebox. Dinky stepped out with a soda in one hand, and he was fumbling with his keys with the other hand.

  Kash quickly crept up behind Dinky and placed the rag over his mouth and nose. He held the fighting Dinky in a tight grip while talking in his ear.

  “Fuck, nigga, go to sleep!”

  Kash held Dinky for a few minutes, then finally his body went limp and he was out cold.

  Kash looked behind himself while holding Dinky’s limp body. The few occupants inside the store didn’t notice him, so he started to drag Dinky’s body toward his own pickup truck. He tossed him inside and laid him across the seat. Kash hurried around to the driver’s side and climbed in. He went through Dinky’s pockets for the keys and came up empty. A quick search around the truck found nothing. He looked outside by the door of the store and saw the keys on the ground. He wasted no time in getting out and going to retrieve them. He jumped back into the truck, started it up, and drove up Gun Club.

  ***

  Gangsta

  He was flipping through the TV channels when Terry walked into her room from a shower wearing only a t-shirt and some panties. She reached for the covers, but Gangsta was lying across the bed, so he got up to allow her to pull them back.

  “Hey, you need to take dis down, and them,” Gangsta said, pointing to the many pictures of Zay and her.

  “You take ‘em down if you don’t wanna see ‘em.”

  Terry climbed into bed to get comfortable and Gangsta got back on the bed, but this time he laid across her thighs.

  “Man—”

  “Man, my ass,” Terry said.

  After he couldn’t find anything on TV, Gangsta decided to take off his shoes.

  “What are you doing?” Terry asked.

  “I’m spending da night, partna,” he replied while taking off his pants and shirt.

  That left him naked except his boxer shorts. He pulled the covers back and slid into the bed beside her warm body.

  “You’re crazy,” she said with a smile.

  “Yeah, but just ‘bout you.”

  Gangsta pulled her small frame into his arms and held her until she fell asleep. He went to sleep himself minutes later, mind spinning with thoughts of what went down tonight and hopes that the girls he spoke to did not stick around long enough for the police to get there
. If they did, it would be a long day in hell for him. Gangsta knew he was treading on thin ice and had to tighten up or go down big.

  Something made Gangsta wake up out of a beautiful sleep to the still of the night. Darkness met his eyes when they fluttered open, though light peeked through the cracked door of the bathroom. The TV was off and the entire house was quiet. Gangsta reached for his phone and saw he had four missed calls, all from Kash. He also noticed the time was 5:46 a.m. He put the phone back, and the first thing he did was reach for Terry’s small frame. She was lying on her back wildly with one arm thrown over her pretty face and the other over her flat stomach.

  Gangsta slid his hand on top of the hand she had on her stomach. He moved it down around her navel until he reached the elastic of her white sheer panties. He pressed down with two fingers to dip under and continue his journey down and felt her pubic hairs. Gangsta didn’t stop there and kept going until he reached her pussy lips and felt the warm wetness. He knew from past experience that she was awake, and nine times out of ten she would wait for him to make his move

  Gangsta could not help but push a finger into her pussy to feel her tight walls. He leaned up and kissed her lips. She kissed him back while rolling her hips to his finger, fucking her pussy.

  He stopped his thrusts, pulled his hand back, and began to take off her panties. Terry lifted her hips up to help him remove them, and then she took off her shirt. He slid his boxer shorts off and positioned himself between her legs while they tongue kissed each other. Terry moaned his name and arched her back when she felt him enter her.

  “Oh, Gary,” she moaned.

  “Yes,” Gangsta said back.

  He went deep inside her. She almost panicked at how he filled her up. It hurt, but also felt great.

  It had been nearly six years since they’d had sex. To be honest, the both of them were still kids at the time, and now they were both grown. Terry felt so good wrapped around his dick. She was warm and tight like she hadn’t been fucked in a very long time. Her body was soft and warm, and the way she was fucking him back and moaning was driving him insane.