The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set

by Jerry Jackson

  “He don’t know it’s his shit yet.”

  Veedo and Rock had a meeting with Pat Man and his people. Lately they’d done good business, so when Pat Man asked him to come down to sit and talk, Veedo agreed because he admired how Pat Man hustled. Veedo knew that Pat Man wanted to ask him his thoughts on Gangsta, but he knew Veedo was Gangsta’s tight man. Veedo’s loyalty was deep, so Pat Man never asked, but Veedo knew.

  Pat Man was okay in Veedo’s book, but the game had always been safety first, play later. From what the streets were saying, Pat Man had too much faith in Teyummie, and he slipped big time.

  Veedo knew it would be hard to get him now, because everywhere he looked when Pat Man was near he had a large group of gunners with him.

  It took them forty-five minutes to pull up to a brick house out in Decatur. Veedo, Rock, and Kia were searched and escorted into the crib by two of Pat Man’s gunners. The three of them were led downstairs to a basement where Pat Man was seated on a sofa between two super-bad females. He smiled bright when he noticed Veedo had made it.

  “Welcome, my nigga,” Pat Man spoke while showing his mouthful of golds.

  Veedo also saw a few cats he has done business with in the past, but most were niggas from all areas of Georgia who sold or dealt drugs and were just sitting around.

  “No problem.”

  “Have a seat. Bam should be here in a second.” Pat Man gave him a dap, and then nodded to both Rock and Kia before walking back to have a seat between the girls. “Drinks, food, and drugs are at y’all’s beck ‘n’ call.”

  Veedo couldn’t help but wonder what this meeting was about as he took a seat. Kia stood to his side while Rock helped himself to a drink at the bar. Pat Man was too busy to notice Veedo watching him, because something just wasn’t right with this picture.

  ***

  NeNe

  NeNe hated that someone was knocking on the door, since she was just now getting into the shower.

  “Hold on,” she yelled over the running water while stepping out of the tub into a long beach towel.

  Quickly, she walked to the door and looked through the peephole to find Gangsta and their son standing on the other side.

  “Dang,” she mumbled as she unlocked the door.

  Gary agreed to keep Junior for that entire week, and already he was back within a few hours of him having their son. NeNe snatched the door open.

  “Listen, I’ll be right back to—”

  Gangsta’s words came to a halt when he noticed NeNe’s misted body clad in a pink towel with her hair wet and dripping. She moved to the side, allowing Gangsta into the house because she was afraid of catching a cold.

  “Gary, you said a week. It hasn’t been a day yet.”

  NeNe closed the door.

  “I know, I know. Look, I’ma come straight back. I promise. He asleep anyway, so he’ll never know.”

  Gangsta laid his son down in the playpen.

  NeNe silently rolled her eyes, and then reopened the door to let him out.

  “Okay, fine.”

  “Cool, I gotta make a call at ten. Can I use yo’ phone?” Gangsta asked.

  The clock read 9:36 p.m. Twenty-four minutes around him was entirely too long for her to bear. NeNe wasn’t ready to be around him yet. The hurt was still fresh, the pain really vivid, and the drama with his daughter’s mother made it no better. It made it worse, actually.

  “Gary, you already speeding. Just watch your son and enjoy being free,” NeNe said.

  She walked to her bedroom prepared to finish her shower, not knowing Gangsta had followed her until he said, “I’ma enjoy my freedom, my son, and his mother.”

  NeNe quickly turned around holding the towel to her petite frame. She pointed toward the door that Gangsta followed her through.

  “Get out of my room, Gary.”

  “Ain’t like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

  “So,” she said and stomped her feet. “Please leave. Go watch Junior while you wait to use the phone,” NeNe protested, and before she knew it Gangsta was up on her.

  He grabbed her arm, pulled her to his chest, and then took her by the waist.

  “Come here,” he spoke.

  NeNe tried to pull away from him, but failed.

  Fighting with him would definitely make the towel fall, so she braced herself and said, “Gary, what are you do—”

  “I’m making you mines. You belong here, and I belong here.”

  He proceeded to try to kiss her, but NeNe swiftly moved her head.

  “Stop!”

  “Why, though?”

  He bit down on her neck and grabbed a handful of her soft booty.

  “Stop it.”

  NeNe was finally able to get out of his embrace.

  “NeNe, I miss you.”

  “Gary, please leave. Let me at least get dressed,” NeNe replied at almost a whisper with her head looking down.

  Gangsta used two fingers under her chin to have her eyes meet his.

  “After you get dressed, can we please talk? Give me five minutes, NeNe, please?”

  NeNe forced herself to look away and pushed his hands from her face.

  “Let me get dressed, Gary,” was the only thing she said.

  Gangsta stood and stared at his girl for a brief moment, and then he left the room. NeNe took a deep breath while sitting on her bed, still in a daze about what just happened. I’ll shower when he leaves, she thought to herself, and then found some jogging pants and a t-shirt to put on so they could talk and he could leave. Right now she was uncomfortable in her own home.

  After she got dressed, NeNe slid on a pair of bed slippers and walked into the living room to find Gangsta gone. He was nowhere to be found, but the baby was sound asleep.

  ***

  Gangsta

  Gangsta decided to leave NeNe’s crib because he had a mission to handle tonight, and talking to her at that moment would throw him off his plan. This was a plan that would put four kilos in his stash. Gangsta wasted no time jumping on the deal, being that he just got out of prison this morning and wouldn’t nobody in the world believe he would be a suspect. The plan was to execute two niggas that were in the way of his cousin Eric’s major come up, and Eric’s balls weren’t as big as Gangsta’s. When Eric told him the ins and outs of the plan and the price to do it, Gangsta jumped on the deal.

  At first Eric wanted to wait and do it at a later date, but Gangsta insisted that it be done today or the next day. Any day after that he wasn’t fucking with it, so Eric agreed.

  The two dudes were from Hollywood Road and had every part of the complex under their direct supervision. That put a limit on Eric’s cash flow, so he needed them out of the way or else Bam would soon link up with them and grant them more power. Gangsta knew his first cousin wasn’t really with the gunplay, but he was a born hustler. That was one reason Gangsta decided to handle the issue. Plus, four kilos was something he hadn’t owned yet, and bricks in the city were twenty racks, so all Gangsta saw were dollar signs.

  One thing Gangsta knew was that he had to pave the way for him, his family, and his team. He knew not to slip at doing so, but he wouldn’t pump his brakes until Kash was on the streets and his pockets were all swollen.

  Gangsta pulled up to the spot Black Fred and Marko ate at almost every night. It was a hood mom and pop place that served wings, fish, and fries. It was also a place the two dudes used to wash their money, along with three more stores they basically owned on the west side of Atlanta.

  Gangsta sat across the street inside his brand new Range Rover that Veedo gave him, waiting on the moment the duo would pull up so he could strike and get ghost. Gangsta silently caressed the handle of the fifteen-shot Glock. It’d been a while since he held that fire in his grip.

  As expected, Gangsta saw a green van pull up to the mom and pop store. A large black dude got out, followed by a shorter light-skin dude with dreads who Gangsta knew from middle school named Marko. Gangsta felt a little remorse for being on t
he other side of the gun. Both guys were draped in diamonds and looking like superstars. They entered the store, and Gangsta waited another fifteen minutes so he would have enough time to case the streets for the police or people coming and going. Gangsta watched as Black Fred took his seat at a table and Marko ordered the food. After Gangsta was sure everything was clear, he slid out of the Range Rover, tucking the Glock into his back pocket, and walked toward the store.

  Gangsta looked around in a normal manner for any onlookers or police from a short distance. Gangsta counted one other guy inside the store along with three workers. The closer he got to the door, Gangsta slowly pulled the ski mask over his face.

  With a quick yank of the door, Gangsta was inside with the Glock spitting ammo.

  Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

  The first guy, Black Fred, caught two tips to the face. The next shots hit the shorter guy, Marko. He got two shots in the back of his head.

  Gangsta ran out of the store, smoothly crossed the street, climbed inside his whip, and then he smashed out.

  Gangsta made it to Riverdale in the next forty-five minute and pulled up behind Eric’s cream-colored 600 Benz. Gangsta hit the lights and climbed out. It was the first time he’s been to Eric’s new crib, and it was nice.

  “That’s handled,” Gangsta said as he got into the Benz with his first cousin.

  It was easy to tell Eric was now major league at what he was doing. A lot had changed since Gangsta was gone. One minute Eric was a local dope boy buying nine zips and cooking up zips to slang through the hood, and the next minute he was major league. Gangsta gave Eric a pound.

  “I got somebody that wants to meet you,” Eric said while reaching in the backseat for the Nike gym bag with the bricks inside. “It’s ninety racks in there, too, bruh. That’s from me to you.”

  “Okay, cool, cuz, but I’m not try’na meet these niggas. I’m good, but what’s up with this nigga Pat Man, though?”

  “I can dig it, but my dude, he good people, and dis how I eat, shawty. He’ll fuck wit’ you. I’m tellin’ you he good on my word, cuz. And Pat Man just think you took him off and murked his bitch. Bam told him to fall back, though, ‘cuz it’s too much money out here for that beef shit.”

  “Yeah, Pat Man’s best bet is to leave me alone. I don’t know shit ‘bout him being hit. But anyways, I got something to do tonight, real shit. I’ll just fuck wit’ homie tomorrow.”

  Gangsta opened the door and was about to get out, then he reached over to give his cousin a dap again.

  “Bet, bruh, I’ma call you after three,” Eric said, leanin’ in for the dap.

  Gangsta wasted no time going back to NeNe’s crib, even though it was 12:15 a.m. Yeah, he understood it was late, but he did not care anymore. It’d been too many months, and Gangsta needed his girl back in his life. He was willing to do anything to get her.

  All the lights were out as he expected them to be. Gangsta got out of the Range Rover with the bag in tow. Even though NeNe stayed in College Park, he refused to slip and let some stealing-ass nigga come up off him.

  ***

  NeNe

  She just knew the loud banging on her door was a dream. She knew who it had to be. Who in their correct mind would be at her door at this time of night but Gangsta?

  The knocking seemed to grow louder as NeNe stepped out of the comfort of her bed. She wore some boy shorts and a Lakers t-shirt with her hair in a tie.

  “Sorry to wake you up, but where’s Junior?” Gangsta walked inside once NeNe opened the door.

  “He’s knocked out, Gary. Oh, my God.” NeNe closed her door and walked past Gangsta back to her bedroom.

  She was certain he would follow, and he did.

  “I wanna talk, baby.”

  “You had yo’ chance and you left,” NeNe shot back at him.

  “I told you I had to handle something.”

  “You said a ten o’clock phone call, but anyway, I have to be to work at six o’clock, unlike some people I know. Your son’s stuff is in his room. Lock my door on the way out and please make sure it’s locked,” NeNe said and got back in the comfort of her bed.

  Damn, Gary looks good, she thought to herself. She had to admit that. Plus, he held that little hold on her, but she refused to give in. Yes, she loved him, but once a cheater was always a cheater in NeNe’s book.

  She heard her bedroom door close. NeNe opened her eyes to find Gangsta taking off his shirt. He started to undo his pants, and that’s when she raised up from her pillow.

  “What on earth are you doing?”

  Gangsta slid his pants down while kicking off his shoes, and at the same time he responded, “I’m ‘bout to lie down beside my woman and son. I’m ‘bout to hold y’all and talk to you until you fall asleep in my arms, and in the morning, if you still hate me, then I’ma fall back.”

  Gangsta pulled the covers back to find Junior balled up in his pamper and t-shirt. He moved him over and slid into the warmth of the bed.

  “I miss you, NeNe.”

  NeNe calmly removed herself from the confines of her own bed.

  “I miss you too, Gary, but I—”

  “Just go to sleep.” Gangsta cut her off with his words. “Get in bed.”

  “No, and I’m serious.”

  This time Gangsta sat up and looked at the woman he loved. He took a deep breath and spoke.

  “NeNe, baby, listen, all I wanna do is talk. That’s it, and it gives me a chance to spend my first night wit’ my family.”

  NeNe just looked for a moment as if she was thinking about what to say. She found a chair, removed the cloths in it, then sat down facing Gangsta.

  “Ok, I’m all ears.”

  Gangsta got up out of the bed. He knew he only had one shot, so it was do or die, and he truly wanted his woman back. He looked down to his son, then to NeNe.

  “All I can say is I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being up front from the get go with you about Terry. I’m sorry I took you through so much unecessary time wasted. Man, you the best that ever happen to me, and God knows this. I’m not finna lie to ya, me and Terry was childhood girlfriend boyfriend, nothing more. She was just my first love type shit. Now, before me and you met, I messed wit’ her one time. I had just got out and shit just happened, but then I met you, and then we didn’t instantly link up, and by then she was screaming she was late. But then me and you caught up, and I surely fell in love without trying. I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to be sure. I got locked up, and my beating them cases was important. However it go, I had plenty of time to tell you. I just didn’t want to lose you, Nya, real talk.”

  “Well, it’s done now, ain’t no changing that,” NeNe replied.

  “I want another chance, NeNe. I want my family.”

  “You got your son, your mom, and your aunt. You have enough, but I’m sorry, Gary, I cannot and will not get back with you. I’m sorry.”

  The words broke him down, killed all his motivation and drive. Gangsta wasn’t expecting that.

  The remainder of the night, Gangsta and NeNe stayed up talking about everything. It gave the both of them the chance to truly get to know the other. Gangsta opened up to her more than he ever had to anyone in life. He put his true pain out ‘bout the loss of his brother and not having a father. He told everything he had in him because he wanted his woman back. NeNe also shared with him everything she thought possible well into the wee hours of the night. Their conversation ended when Junior woke up crying.

  “So, NeNe, can we at least try?” Gangsta asked while attending to his son. NeNe was already grabbing him a bottle to warm. Gangsta began to change Junior. “So, can we?”

  NeNe stopped midway out the door. She turned to face the man she loved. She missed him, and he missed her.

  “Let’s just be parents to our son, Gary. Take care of him and teach him right.” Then she walked off to fix their son some milk.

  Chapter 19

  Veedo

  Bam had finally arrived at the spot,
and Veedo was elated because it was getting really late and he had other shit to do, plus more money to make. When Bam pulled up, it was like the nigga was the president or somebody with how niggas surrounded him coming into the crib. Alongside Bam was Zay, another money figure Veedo knew of, but never met.

  Everyone who walked in with Bam stood to the side as he and Zay took seats on the sofa after pounding a few dudes. Veedo was already seated with Kia next to him.

  “Ok, fellas, I’m glad all y’all could make dis trip.”

  Bam stood to his feet. He was the type of guy who stood at 5’8”, was 170 pounds, and wore a clean bald head. Everyone could tell he worked out by his body tone. He continued talking.

  “I got y’all together because it’s time to elevate our game. Every one of you guys has your own spots, and maybe more. All you guys making good money, or maybe great money, but it’s time to elevate.”

  Veedo was all ears because Bam was already on the right page. Anything dealing with money was all right with Veedo.

  “If y’all niggas wanna make it in this game, we need a few good things. First, we need loyal niggas. There can be no toe-steppin’ and no slick-hating. It’s a team effort. We also don’t need pussy in the camp or weak links, ‘cause that fuckin’ shit will bring us down. If you not built like Iran, then go ahead and get out the game now. Listen, I’m fucking with all you guys on consignment from this day forward. Whatever you can handle, I got it locked in. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew, and please do not cross me.”

  “I’m wit’ dat,” one dude from Douglassville stated, then everybody else joined.

  Eric walked into the crib and nodded to a few. He pounded Veedo up and took his seat as Bam continued his speech. Veedo made sure to pay close attention to every word said so his understanding would be clear.

  Bam gave them the plan of locking down the major parts of Georgia, and everybody was down with the movement. Everyone agreed loyalty first and business next. It was 3:30 a.m. when the meeting came to an end.