The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set

by Jerry Jackson

  The Streets Bleed Murder 2 continues now

  Chapter 1

  Big Geno

  “Make the call and get Boss Man on the phone.” Big Geno spoke to his partner Max, who was another big dude, but not as big as Geno’s six-foot, nine-inch frame, his body built from pure muscle and filled with tattoos. He was a killer by nature, a hustler by heart, while Max did as told. Geno looked down at Gangsta’s crumpled-up body sprawled out on his back, face bloody from the gash on his forehead from the blow he took from the gun. Geno walked over to the box containing the money and drugs Gangsta brought along with him. Job well done, Big Geno thought to himself as he smiled at what he saw. Moments later Max walked over to join him, then passed him the phone. Geno took a look at it to make sure the call went through.

  “Everything good, boss. I got the money and he knocked out cold, so what’s next?” Geno asked when he got on the phone with his boss

  “Ok, kill everything moving and bring me my money,” Boss Man replied, and the phone went dead in his ear. Geno looked to Max and spoke while smiling.

  “Everybody dies.”

  Max smiled when Geno spoke those words.

  “So we kill him.” Max pulled out his gun and chambered a bullet. He aimed at Gangsta’s face, about to pull the trigger, but Geno’s voice stopped him.

  “Hold up. Go get Merlin and dem hos so we can kill all of them at once. It’s a family thing, you know.” Geno laughed at his own joke, and Max joined in. Merlin was their driver, and he had Ne-Ne and her sister waiting on their call to either let them go or kill them.

  “Ok, cool.” Max ran off into the woods, through the back of the cemetery to the houses on the other side where Merlin was parked, waiting on them with the captives.

  Geno looked down at Gangsta once again.

  “Should have got with the team, homie.” Geno then reached into his pocket for a cigarette. Proudly lighting it up, he was happy how things were going right then, happy he got the chance to prove to Bam that he was capable of being the right-hand man he’d waited so long to become. Big Geno was head of security to Bam and had been down with him since New York when Bam had first taken over the game with a vicious kingpin named Lucky. Geno worked his way from being a block kid to being Bam’s driver for a couple years until one day an attempt was made on Bam’s life and Geno saw what was happening and saved him. Geno was then promoted to security and moved up in the ranks. Now, ten years later and so much money made, so many bodies piled up, and he still was down with Bam and was forever loyal.

  “Atlanta is ours. Once the Feds clear out, we moving in for the kill,” Bam told him one day. Returning from a trip to Miami, Bam had played everyone and gave them up to the Feds, sweeping Atlanta from the biggest to the smallest drug dealers, totaling up thirty-three arrests. Seventy percent would get convicted. Geno had not liked the move, but Bam made it clear to him by saying, “It’s either them doing thirty or me and you.”

  A couple months before the sweep, Bam and Zay got popped in DC with drugs and cash. Bam freed Zay, and days later he resurfaced on the scene. Geno dared not question his boss man. Even though he was not feeling the snitching shit, he rode with him because Bam was smart and was all about the money. Geno had better ideas on how to get money in the streets, but Bam wanted his way or no way — one of the same reasons he and Lucky didn’t rock no more.

  Lucky had so much love for Bam that he kicked him out of New York rather than killing him. They both just parted ways because Bam didn’t want to listen, wanted to always speak, and he was only a right-hand man to Lucky, who ran New York’s drug trade with an iron fist. Geno knew it was Bam’s plan to take over the drug trade and mimic Lucky’s success, but do it his way, and Geno had plans of his owns. Like plans to be Bam’s right-hand man.

  Geno noticed the truck turn into the cemetery and kill the lights as it crept towards the back. Geno held up his hands for Merlin to stop the truck. He and Max climbed out. Merlin was a fat, short guy who was known for his diving skills and his murder game. Max was just a killer by heart.

  “Let’s get this shit over with,” Merlin said. He snatched open the door, pulled Ne-Ne out, and roughly pushed her to the ground. She was cuffed and her ankles were held by duct tape, so she could not break her fall and had to endure the pain. Erica was next. Her face was bruised from the beating Merlin and Max put on her leaving the house. Merlin roughly tossed her out of the truck also, watching her hit the ground, then he pulled out the lil’ kid and sat him on the ground.

  Big Geno walked over to Ne-Ne with a knife clutched in his fist. He cut through the duct tape to release Ne-Ne’s legs, who started kicking and twisting, but her small frame was no match for the 300-pound Geno. He put one of his massive hands around her throat and applied pressure before saying, “Bitch, all the kicking in the world won’t stop this show, so you might as well chill the fuck out before I bust up that pretty lil’ face of yours. Now, I’m about to cuff you from the front, ‘cause I know you uncomfortable, but try anything stupid and you die right then, no questions asked.”

  Big Geno swiftly put the cuffs on Ne-Ne, then pushed her back down to the ground. He got down with her with lust written all over his face. He had wanted Ne-Ne since laying eyes on her. When they first followed her to her house, he fell in love with her swag and how she carried herself. Geno knew if it came down to killing her, he would first sample the pussy. He wanted her bad, plain and simple. Big Geno kissed the side of Ne-Ne’s face, then turned toward Max.

  “Cuff that nigga up. I want him woke when I fuck his bitch,” Geno ordered his partna. Max walked over to Gangsta, took Gangsta’s left hand, and placed a cuff on it. Then he roughly turned him over face-first. Gangsta’s free hand was caught up under him.

  Ne-Ne was trying to scream through the tape, but failed miserably, so she did what was best: she fought for her life and quickly got slapped.

  “Bitch!” Just as Big Geno slapped blood out of her mouth, he heard gunshots.

  Boom. Boom. Boom.

  He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Max’s body fly back, his arms flying wildly as he tumbled. Gangsta was rolling over.

  “Shit!” Big Geno said while running for cover behind a large tombstone. Gangsta shot at him, but missed as the bullets tore through the concrete.

  ***

  Gangsta

  “Fuck,” said Gangsta when he missed the bigger dude. His vision was a blur and his head was killing him. Blood continued to fall from the big gash in his forehead, making it even harder for him to see, though he still tried. All Gangsta knew was that his family depended on him, and he would defend them with his life. He swept the gun around until he saw his son being held by the short, fat guy with a gun pressed to Junior’s head. Gangsta stopped everything — the situation had changed that quickly. He wouldn’t try big guy, ‘cause this wasn’t a movie. It was real life. It was his son’s life on the line. Blood continued to drip into his eyes. Gangsta had the gun trained on the dude, or at least that’s what he thought.

  “Drop the gun or he—”

  The fat guy could not finish his statement because Ne-Ne jumped to her feet and ran toward him in an effort to save her son, as any mother would do who loved their child, but it was a mistake that cost her. Gangsta did not see the big dude come from behind the tombstone until it was too late. He aimed and shot Ne-Ne two times, sending her crashing face-first into the ground.

  And that’s when all hell broke loose. Gangsta instantly went into a rage and turned toward the big guy. They both aimed and shot at the same time. Gangsta got hit twice in the chest while the big dude caught one in the face and the other one missed. The pain was so excruciating and breathtaking that Gangsta felt like he was dying, but then he heard another gunshot that quickly got his attention. Gangsta got up to find the fat guy making a break for the truck. Gangsta struggled to a kneeling position, took aim, and let off three shots.

  Boom. Boom. Boom.

  He missed all three times. His ribs felt broke
n and he could hardly see. The fat guy was running and shooting over his shoulder. Gangsta, who was in a blind rage, didn’t duck or try to dodge the bullets aimed at him. He was determined not to let this nigga get away. The fat guy jumped inside the truck as Gangsta aimed and ran up, the truck roared to life and started to reverse out of the cemetery, but Gangsta wasn’t having it as he continued to run up, shooting.

  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

  Gangsta shot the lights, the grill, the hood, and finally the windshield, and then the fat guy wrecked before making it out of the graveyard. Gangsta wanted to make sure he was dead. He ran over to look inside, and indeed the fat guy was dead. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, and people in Hollywood Court Apartments came out to be nosey.

  Gangsta ran over to his family. Ne-Ne was still, face flat in the dirt. Gangsta went to his son, who wasn’t moving, his silhouette laid out in the graveyard grass. Gangsta quickly snatched his son up into his arms and realized he’d been shot in the head.

  “No. No. God, no. Fuck, no, no, no, no!”

  Gangsta started crying and rocking his son. The sirens were growing louder as he kissed Junior’s face. He wanted to do something to help, but could think of nothing. He was heartbroken, holding his limp son in his arms. Gangsta was shattered. He was devastated to the point he didn’t want to leave his family like this.

  Erica was moving wildly, trying to get his attention. He looked at her, then back to his son. Gangsta put Junior down and went to help Erica. He could see the police lights starting to show from a short distance through the woods, so he went over and said, “Tell the police exactly what happened, and don’t exclude nothing, ok?” Gangsta had tears running down his face. Erica nodded her head in reply, showing she understood. Gangsta quickly got up and got the duffel bag full of money and drugs, then slipped through the woods.

  Chapter 2

  Erica

  Erica’s entire body was numb from the morphine that pumped through the IV into her veins. It paralyzed her pains at the moment, and for that she was grateful, because it hurt badly both physically and mentally — physically from the beating she received and mentally from witnessing her sister and nephew being murdered in cold blood. Erica still could not believe out of all that happened, the men had the heart to kill a baby that was not even two years old, and to shoot him in the head was just low down and dirty. Thoughts of it mentally pained Erica to the point tears started to creep out of the corners of her eyes.

  Don’t exclude nothing, she remembered Gangsta saying before running into the woods.

  Erica lay in the hospital bed healing from her wounds, thankful she was alive and had a second chance at life, but at the same time she was truly hurt, because Ne-Ne didn’t get her second chance, nor the baby.

  Erica was glad Gangsta killed them motherfuckers who did this. She watched in fear and admiration as Gangsta gunned down every last one of them and fled the scene. She knew he was hurt by the way he was crying when he talked to her. Erica saw it in his eyes that his heart was cold, his mind was out of place. How could someone be so vicious? she thought and looked around the hospital room.

  The door was cracked, and she noticed two cops standing out front. There was a TV mounted on the wall inside the room, a glass vase sat on a table next to her bed, and the machines were on the other side.

  The morphine had Erica drowsy. Her eyelids were getting heavy, and her heart was growing heavier from the losses. Erica found the remote next to the vase, and she turned the TV on and found the news channel. Her eyes closed once, her eyes closed twice, then she was out.

  Ne-Ne was in the kitchen while Erica and Junior were in the living room watching SpongeBob. Erica was on the floor with Junior nested under her when a soft knock came at the door. She wondered who it could be, ‘cause Ne-Ne hardly ever had company. She got up, leaving Junior looking at the TV, and walked to the door. Erica peeped out the side window to see a girl standing on the porch looking somewhat lost and nervous, which alarmed Erica. Her first thought was to ask Ne-Ne if she knew the girl who was knocking, but against her better judgment, she reluctantly opened the door, and it was the worst mistake Erica ever made.

  Without warning, the door came crashing in, knocking Erica back. Two large dudes walked into the house, both holding guns, but neither had a mask. Erica tried to get up to no avail, because one of the big guys pounced on her.

  “Bitch, where you going?” He punched Erica twice in the face with his massive fist, then harshly grabbed her hair. He was too big to put up a fight against, so she did the next best thing and screamed for Ne-Ne to get help. “Bitch, shut up!” The dude slapped her so hard it split her lip open.

  Another guy walked into the house. He was a short, fat dude also holding a gun. Moments later, Erica saw Ne-Ne being held at gunpoint. When Ne-Ne saw that one of the guys had Junior in his arms, she panicked and went at her son. The fat guy surprised Erica with his speed and quickly detained Ne-Ne.

  “Cuff these hos up,” the biggest guy of them all said while still holding Junior. Erica and Ne-Ne were cuffed and duct tape was placed over their mouths. The girls were placed back-to-back on the living room floor. “Check the entire house. I will keep an eye on these two.”

  All the girls could do was mumble through the duct tape and kick out their feet. Nothing and nobody could help them at that moment, Erica thought, then she wondered what was going on and why. It didn’t take the two guys long to come back up front with sweat pouring down their bodies.

  “Everything clear,” the fat dude said.

  “Cool. Let’s leave before a motherfucker try to be a hero. Get the kid.” The biggest dude took Ne-Ne by her cuffed wrists, forcing her to her feet as the other guy grabbed Erica. Outside they were forced into an SUV, then black bags were put over their faces so they wouldn’t know where they were going.

  “Did you get the phones?” Erica couldn’t see, but she heard one of the guys ask, then she remembered seeing the fat guy pocket her phone and Ne-Ne’s phone.

  “Yeah, I got both of ‘em,” somebody said.

  “Ms. Robertson? Ms. Robertson?”

  Erica opened her eyes to a blurry vision of people standing around her bed.

  “Ms. Robertson.”

  She focused on the closest person to her, which was the doctor. Erica’s eyes began to get heavy again.

  “Yes?” Her throat was scratchy.

  “Ms. Robertson, I’m Detective Gray, and this is Detective Brown. We know you have been through a rough day, but your help is needed. We need to know what exactly happened,” the detective spoke, looking down at Erica.

  “Excuse me, but my patient is heavily sedated right now and don’t need nothing but some rest,” the doctor cut in.

  “That’s understandable, but the longer we wait on her to heal, the less likely we will find those involved. I just have a few questions, then she can rest all she wants,” Detective Brown stated, looking at the doctor like she was half crazy. The door swung opened and another doctor walked into the room. She spoke in a whisper to the first doctor. Meanwhile, the detectives were still trying to get information out of Erica.

  “Listen, Ms. Robertson, you are the only person that can help us bring justice to what happened tonight. Your younger sister is in surgery, your nephew is on life support, so help us out. Give me some kind of clue to go on.”

  “My sister’s in surgery?” Erica sat up in bed. “I thought Ne-Ne was—”

  “Dead, we know. But no, she just took two bullets to the back,” Detective Brown was happy to say.

  Don’t exclude nothing, she could still hear Gangsta say.

  “What about Junior?”

  “It’s not his place to tell you nothing of that nature. Now what you need, young lady, is some rest so that you can heal up,” the doctor spoke up, stepping in between the detectives and Erica.

  “Well, I’m asking you, then. What’s up with my nephew?” she turned to the doctor.

  “We are un
certain as of now is all I can say, Ms. Robertson, so get some rest so that you—”

  “Ok,” Erica cut the doctor off. “But I gotta talk to the detectives first, so excuse us please,” Erica said, which made the doctor open her mouth to protest, but she decided against it and left the room. Erica was so happy to hear the news of her sister being alive. She verbally made her statement to the detectives of what happened, from the door knock to the cemetery. She didn’t leave out nothing, as Gangsta said. Erica did wonder why Gangsta would want her to tell on him, but at the same time she knew he had his reasons for doing the things he did.

  After she made the statement, the detectives left, and an hour later Gangsta’s face was all over the news for the triple homicide.

  ***

  Veedo

  Veedo couldn’t believe Gangsta’s face was all over the news, and for triple homicide is what most bothered him. Veedo wondered what happened, so fast and out of nowhere. Who was behind it? Or was Gangsta on a lick that went wrong?

  As Veedo watched the news. the faces of two of Bam’s bodyguards were among those killed, along with a baby being shot and now in critical condition. All this news confused Veedo. How did Bam get involved was the big question, because it was his bodyguards that were killed.

  Leaving the TV when the news went to a commercial, he walked around the pod with many thoughts running through his head. Bam was low down, and Veedo sure hated the fact he trusted him so much. He should have known something wasn’t right when Gangsta questioned him about Bam that day at the condo, but he wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment. He was caught up in the fast money and unlimited drug supply. Now Veedo wished like hell he would’ve listened to Gangsta. Everybody he knew that sold drugs was booked by the Feds, and every day a new face entered the county jail. Veedo made his way over to an empty phone. This would be his first time reaching out to anybody, so he called the one he trusted most. His grandmother picked up and accepted his call.