The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set

by Jerry Jackson

  “Bruh, somebody dropped a dime,” Meco stressed while holding his banger.

  Tae was also on the bed while Kash sat on the sink with his feet on the toilet. Everybody was trying to figure out what happened, what went wrong, and who was the snitch. Word in prison was that Ms. Wishob had gotten walked off compound. It had everybody in the pod baffled.

  “Man, somebody roll up,” Kash said, because he really needed to smoke to clear his thoughts. There was a small tap on the cell door. Kash let Randy in. He was a white guy who put up Kash’s phones and weed.

  “’Sup, Randy?” Kash took the phone Randy handed him.

  “Chillin, chillin,” Randy replied, and also passed Kash a bomb of weed that reeked of loud. When the phone was powered up, a text came from Gangsta. Kash called him after reading it, but got the voicemail. It was about to be chow call, so Kash texted him back telling Gangsta the bad news.

  “Shawty, dis on da mob. I think that sissy had something to do wit’ it,” one of Meco’s GF brothers said as he walked into the cell.

  “Why you say dat, shawty?” Kash asked.

  “’Cause he a sissy. Plus sissy-ass nigga always hanging on the rail.” Meco gave his two brothers orders to bust by sayin’, “Guns up after chow.”

  Kash went ahead and served a few niggas and put the weed back up. He knew that once the sissy got stabbed, their pod was going on lockdown, and nine times out of ten would be shaken down the next day. He only kept out enough weed to last him and his phone, waiting on Gangsta.

  ***

  Gangsta

  It’d been two weeks since he’d been set free, and it felt good being home. NeNe was still acting stubborn despite the lovemaking. She still would not come in.

  Gangsta got himself a spot in Riverdale and another spot on Holy Street off Bankhead to set up shop with the weed. He was able to link up with Loco and got some good prices on the loud. Gangsta and Loco agreed that Gangsta would buy the first two times, and after that Loco would front him whatever he could handle. Gangsta was cool with that and got 30 pounds for twelve hundred a pound. It was just something to get started, plus he still had the bricks from Eric and Zay.

  Gangsta heard his phone ringing.

  “Whoa.” Fresh out of the shower, Gangsta was in his room when an unknown number popped up on his phone.

  “May I speak with Gangsta?” The girl’s voice sounded panicked.

  “Who dis?”

  “Amanda. I’m Veedo’s peoples. The spot just got raided. The feds got Veedo and Rock. I don’t know where Kia is at. I’m at Greyhound.” The girl rambled off so fast Gangsta had to slow her down and have her explain it one more time, and she did.

  Gangsta told her to make it to Atlanta and he’d have somebody pick her up, but to try to find Kia as well.

  Damn, Veedo, Gangsta thought and got a text from Kash. Another strike of bad luck, because the mule got fired and Blue was on lock up. Gangsta decided to call Eric to see if any word was in the street about Veedo.

  “Yo,” Eric picked up.

  “Feds snatched Veedo and his partna,” Gangsta told him.

  “Yeah, I heard they just got them country-town niggas. Them pigs been poppin’ niggas all week.”

  “So, y’all straight.”

  “Hell yeah, I didn’t really bubble wit’ V on business. Bam did, and homie Gucci, he got them peoples on payroll. Our team good,” Eric assured his cousin, but at the same time there was more to it than what Eric was saying. Gangsta got off the phone with his cousin and took a seat on his bed.

  He wanted to know what was up with Veedo. The only people who would know were Veedo’s grandma and his baby mama, April. Gangsta decided to wait until later before he contacted either.

  He was glad he didn’t rush into what Veedo had going on. He knew his gut feeling was right when he wouldn’t fuck with Bam. Gangsta just hoped like hell that Bam didn’t get Veedo fucked up, ‘cause then Bam would have to pay with his life.

  Gangsta finally got dressed to hit the streets. He wore his bulletproof vest under the polo shirt and packed a Glock .40 stuck down in his polo boots. He was still laying on Pat Man like he knew Pat Man was waiting to strike on him. Gangsta had already cased Pat Man’s whole movement on Dill Avenue, so it was nothing to take him out for his stash. It was just hard to follow the nigga once he left Dill. Every time he and Pat Man ran into each other, it was at either the clubs or in public, and each time Pat Man would fake kick it like everything was good. Gangsta knew better, though he fake kicked out back.

  ***

  Kash

  Kash heard the doors pop open and the loud voices of niggas talking across the pod. They had been on lockdown the last couple of hours because the sissy got stabbed up for snitching. While on lockdown, Kash got the full story from Ms. Wishob. It was not the sissy who ate the cheese. It was a dude named Rabbit. He was Muslim. Rabbit was also from Atlanta and had been down fourteen years. He was an old nigga who had plenty of money and was amazingly slick. He had pressure on Ms. Wishob because he figured he could get her on his team, so Rabbit made every attempt to swindle her his way. Ms. Wishob told Kash that Rabbit had been trying to blackmail her, and when it didn’t work, he went to the rat stage and wrote a statement on what she’d been doing. The warden fired her because it was too many notes on her and people talking, but no drugs or contraband were found.

  Kash was heated by the sudden news. Rabbit was bigtime tripping and out of place. Kash was gonna deal with this nigga and do it fast. He saw Meco and two of his brothers coming his way.

  “Let’s blow one, foo’,” Meco said and dapped Kash, who was looking half crazy.

  “Shawty, dis bitch finna get locked back down,” Kash said.

  He turned around and walked back into his room.

  “What’s up, bruh? Who want it?” Meco asked once in the cell.

  “Bruh, I talk to da ho. She said Rabbit’s bitch-ass wrote the statement.”

  “Talkin’ ‘bout the Muslim nigga who be kickboxing?”

  “Ok, fuck him, too, guns up.”

  Meco pulled his banger out.

  “Let’s get it.”

  Kash walked out and headed down a couple of cells to where Rabbit was standing with his back to Kash, talking to his brothers. Kash lifted the knife up and swung around, connecting with Rabbit’s face and breaking his jaw.

  “Rat-ass nigga.”

  He caught Rabbit again, but this time in the neck. Meco and his two GF brothers went at the other Muslims. Kash gave chase as Rabbit tried to get away, but failed as Kash stabbed him in his back and head repeatedly. Other Muslims got into the brawl, and the police also rushed in. Kash left Rabbit slumped and caught a dude charging at Meco. Soon as Kash struck the Muslim, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder, then his neck. He quickly turned toward another nigga, who swung wildly at him. Moments later, one of Meco’s brothers busted the wild guy from behind.

  “Who want it?”

  At the same time, Kash went in with him.

  “Lockdown! Lockdown!”

  More and more police were running in, and niggas were going to the rooms trying to get away clean from the rumble. Most kept fighting and talking loud shit to each other as they were slammed down and cuffed up. Three Muslims and Kash were rushed to the hospital for stab wounds.

  Kash awoke chained down to the bed in the ER with a nurse and two Macon State officers. Kash’s head and neck were wrapped and hurting as he looked around the room.

  “You finally up?” one of the officers said, standing up and grabbing his coat.

  “What time is it?” Kash asked.

  He remembered being rushed here, but forgot what time he fell asleep. The nurse was checking his pulse when he noticed how pretty she was.

  “Time to take you back,” the other officer chimed in.

  “I’m wit’ dat,” Kash joined in.

  The officers then asked the nurse how much longer she would be.

  “Give me five more minutes and I will get his dis
charge papers.” Her voice was soft and humble.

  “Ok. We’ll be out here, waiting,” and both officers left the room.

  Kash slightly sat up in bed.

  “What’s your name, if you don’t mind my asking?”

  The nurse was at the counter, getting his pain pills and other things in order.

  She turned around to face him.

  “Ms. Johnson.”

  “Okay, I’m Kash, Ms. Johnson. You look good, you know.”

  “Thank you. Well, take two of—”

  “Write down my info,” Kash cut her off.

  “For what?”

  She turned back to bring his pills.

  “’Cause you and me need to be friends if you single.”

  “Well, I’m not.”

  Ms. Johnson passed Kash his stuff and walked out holding his paperwork.

  Outside in the van, Kash overheard the officers talking about Rabbit being on life support, and Meco went straight to high max. When the van made it to Macon, the cert team was there to ship Kash and Tae to Telfair State Prison.

  ***

  Three Weeks Later

  Dear Charles,

  Honey, I can’t believe you acted like you did. I come to work expecting to see you and talk, but you’re gone and word is out that you nearly killed that boy. What’s wrong with you?

  Anyway, I guess it’s a good and bad thing you’re gone. Good ‘cause now I no longer have to hide me liking you, and I can’t lose my job. Bad because I cannot see you like I would like. We never really got past go, and now I’m willing to try. I have looked you up and I fully accept your life sentence, only if you accept what comes with me. Well, I’m about to end this letter, but not my thoughts. I hope you write back soon so I can know what’s on your mind. (Hope it’s me.)

  Always,

  Yavon Berry

  Kash folded the letter up from Ms. Berry. He was packed and ready to hit the compound of Telfair. It’d been three weeks since the war at Macon, and he was elated that pussy-ass Rabbit pulled through, becaue he didn’t need another dead body on his hands.

  They assigned him to E1. He and a few more inmates were released from the hole that Monday morning.

  “What bed you in, bruh?” one inmate said when Kash walked into the small pod at Telfair State Prison.

  It was another level-five prison that was bad on violence.

  “134.”

  With both his mat and property, Kash made his way to the room. An older cat was laying down when Kash walked in. The room had a smell of oil, plus Kash spotted a prayer rug, so he knew his roommate was Muslim.

  Kash put his property down and tossed his mat on the top bunk. He opened the locker box that read Top to inspect the cleanness of it before he unpacked.

  “Bleach by the toilet if you wanna clean yo’ box. They call me Roc.” The older guy was the first to speak.

  “Okay, I’m Kash.”

  He began to unpack his things. It didn’t take him long to get his stuff situated. Once everything was put in place, Kash pulled a flat piece of iron with a knifepoint out of his photo album. He wrapped it for a grip and put it on his side as if it was a Glock.

  “Where you come from, young blood?”

  “Macon State.”

  “You GF?”

  “Nah.”

  Kash cracked the door open. Now he was ready to smoke one and chill, because he was physically tired already of prison.

  “Oh, so you from Atlanta?” this new roommate asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, yeah. You got a lot of homeboys here.”

  “Check,” Kash said while stepping out of the cell into a brand new environment with new faces.

  When he did step out, it seemed as if every eye in the pod was on Kash, bar none. Each nigga he caught looking at him, Kash stared him down.

  The TV was on, but turned in another direction so the booth officer couldn’t see that it was on. Small yard was also going, so Kash stepped out to see what was what.

  It wasn’t long before he heard that Dank was in the next building, D building, and he was GF, one of the Capo’s. It didn’t surprise Kash to know if niggas rolled with Dank, he would have rank, because he wasn’t no ho. He was about his issue. But to Kash, he was a ho-nigga, because people didn’t know the other side. Niggas didn’t know that the 6’4”, hard-body GF member was a rat, and Kash vowed to expose him and everything he had going on.

  After the yard ended, Kash made a phone call to Gangsta to let him know where he was and to inform him that Dank was at the same prison in the next pod.

  “What?” Gangsta laughed. “You seen ‘im yet?”

  “Hell naw, bruh. We ain’t went to chow yet,” Kash replied.

  They talked five more minutes and ended the call ‘cause he was using somebody’s cell phone.

  ***

  Gangsta

  Gangsta couldn’t believe the state fucked around and put Kash and Dank together at the same camp. He knew for certain Kash would kill Dank first chance he got, so he knew Kash wouldn’t be at Telfair long at all.

  Gangsta pulled his Range Rover up in Hollywood Brooks on Hollywood Road, the west side of Atlanta. It was a spot Eric now ran with an iron fist, slanging crack from nicks to bricks. You could get it in Hollywood Brooks. He parked next to an ivory-white Benz Coupe, which confirmed Eric was there as expected. Gangsta jumped out holding a brand new Glock 19 clutched in his fist. It was either be on point or get murked at this time of the night in Atlanta, and Gangsta was ready to do the murking, ‘cause he refuse to go out bad.

  When he made it to the door, Gangsta put the Glock in his back pocket. He was let in after he knocked to find Eric on the sofa with a gun next to him, smoking a blunt.

  “What’s happenin’ fool?”

  “Boy, the feds snatched up two of my partnas.”

  Eric hit the blunt hard.

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I said. What’s up, though?”

  “I need you to cook these bricks up for me.”

  Gangsta remained standing.

  “I don’t know, cuz, I shut down Johnson Road and even here. I’ma duck off befo’ them feds start watching me. I got enough paper to relax.”

  “Nigga, you just said yo’ team was good. I thought you was straight?” Gangsta couldn’t help but ask.

  “I don’t know. I’m just being on point. I will cook it for you, cuz, but not tonight.”

  Eric looked stressed, like the feds already had him. One thing for certain, Gangsta had to get off Hollywood Road and had to do it fast, because he felt a sweep.

  “Shawty, get ghost if you feel like that.”

  “You right, cuz, that’s what I’m gonna do. Just lay low,” Eric said while looking into space.

  Gangsta scooped Keshana up from his mother’s house on South Grand when he left Eric, then drove to College Park to pick up his son from NeNe. There was nothing in the streets but some jailtime, so he would much rather spend his time with his kids.

  He called NeNe’s phone and got no answer. He dialed her house and still got no answer, and he wondered why as he drove down Camp Creek Parkway. She had been off work and knew ahead of time he was coming to get Junior, so what was the issue?

  Gangsta called two more times and got the same thing. He made it to NeNe’s three-bedroom house and saw her car parked, which pissed him off, ‘cause now he knew for certain she was being funny. Gangsta got out, then took Keshana out of her car seat. He carried her to the door and his heart dropped from his chest when he saw the door had been kicked in, but somebody closed it back.

  Instantly Gangsta backed off the porch and quickly put his daughter back in the car. He got his gun out and proceeded to the door.

  He did not hesitate going right in, and the house was a wreck. The living room was a mess, and he rushed from room to room to see the same thing. His heart felt heavy when he got to his son’s room. Gangsta wanted to break down, but he had to think first, and the first person who came to
mind was Pat Man.

  Gangsta didn’t want to call the police or try to figure out what was going on himself. After a quick look around, he rushed back outside to his daughter. She was safe. He got in and pulled off with murder on his mind.

  ***

  Kash

  “Chow call! Chow call! Make sure you’re state dressed before leaving the pod,” the female officer yelled over the intercom.

  Kash made sure to wear three shirts and a sweater under his state shirt, dressed with the banger in his boots. The extra clothes were for protection from being stabbed.

  When he stepped out, he saw a group of GF’s gangsters awaiting the rest of their members. Kash proceeded to walk solo, because he was on a mission and didn’t wanna chat with the new faces right now. Kash knew Dank’s building was next to come up, so he took a seat after grabbing his tray.

  “Say, bruh, I got cookies for yo’ main,” some dude said to Kash.

  “I’m straight,” Kash bluntly spoke and watched the pod start to fill up in the chow hall.

  It took at least ten minutes for the lieutenant and sergeant to run E1 and E2, but Kash waited until Dank’s pod was let out and headed up the walk. Kash had slid the knife from his boot and now held it in his fist tightly as he watched carefully.

  Dank walked into the chow hall with a small group of GF members. Kash wasted not another second running up on the group. Dank’s eyes got big when he saw Kash and the knife he held. He swung at Dank’s face. He ducked from the first blow, but quickly caught the second one wildly in the back with three deep shots. Somehow Dank got loose and pulled his own banger as two more of his GF partnas did the same, and all three worked on Kash.

  Kash didn’t feel the stabs on his side, his back, and one blow to his face. He was focused on Dank, who he wet up really good. When it was all said and done, Dank got hit seventeen times by Kash, and Kash took nine that sent him back to the hospital, and from there he was headed to super max at Jackson State Prison.