The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set

by Jerry Jackson

  Bam, Mack, and the bodyguards were the only ones in the trap house, waiting on Pam to pull up. He made everyone else leave because it may get bloody with how he was feeling. Bam wasn’t an emotional type of person, but he was bothered about his babymama and how easy it was to find him or his family. He paced the living room floor, looking at his phone, waiting on the call about his kids being picked up by family. Plus he expected a call from Monkey at any time with the slick shit, but little did Monkey know, Bam had done figured his bullshit out. As soon as Bam could get his hands on Monkey, he would die in a painful way. Bam vowed in his heart to do Monkey something bad. For some strange reason, he started wishing he’d never been introduced to Gangsta, that it was the wrong move to ever fuck with him, and even more messed up that he went at the man, because now it has turned into a war instead of Bam coming out on top like he had planned when he made the choice to ransom this stupid nigga.

  It didn’t take Pam thirty minutes to pull into the yard. Bam watched from the window as she got out of the whip, throwing a book bag over her shoulders. She was a fine lil’ something, Bam noticed, but fuck what she looking like, because pussy was the last thing on his mind.

  Mack opened the door for Pam. Just as soon as she stepped through the door, both bodyguards attacked her. Pam was caught off guard when the two massive dudes snatched her up, then Bam pulled out his gun. He pushed it into her face and twisted it into her smooth skin.

  “You got only one chance to tell me where I can find Monkey, where is my product, and what the fuck is Monkey’s plan. And bitch, you better not lie,” Bam said through gritted teeth. Both of her arms were held. Bam took the opportunity to relieve her of the gun on her hip.

  “What’s up, Mack?” was the question she asked, looking up to her so-called friend. Bam tucked her gun, then slapped the taste out of her mouth. He started choking her, then got close to her ear.

  “Bitch, you must didn’t hear me?”

  “Okay.” She was losing her breath. Bam let her neck go. “First of all, I don’t have shit to do with y’all business. Ask Monkey.”

  “Bitch!” Bam went back at her neck.

  “Please,” Pam screamed and tried desperately to hide her throat. This was the last thing she expected to happen. Now Monkey and Step had gotten her caught up in some bullshit. “Listen, Monkey just asked me to help ride with him, that’s it.”

  “Wrong answer.” Bam cocked his gun back and aimed at her face.

  “Just tell him what’s up, Pam. Don’t go out like this,” Mack warned her. He didn’t want to see her die by the hands of this maniac when she really didn’t have nothing to do with what was going on. Overall, Pam was good people. She was loyal and had an eye for the hustle. She just was the hood freak, but the hood had grown to love her. Sweat beads started to form and slide down her face. She looked from Mack to Bam and back to Mack.

  “Ok. Ok, alright. Monkey is going to meet Gangsta right now. They gonna try and corner you. That’s all I know, I swear,” Pam pleaded with great fear. She wasn’t ready to die, but Bam wasn’t going for it.

  “Bitch, tell me everything. I mean every single detail.” He pressed the gun into her skin some more.

  “All I know is that Monkey said he killed Step ‘cause Step was trying to help you, and he wanted me to help him move the weed from this spot to another trap house. Monkey wouldn’t tell me everything, but I do know he’s going to meet Gangsta at some apartments on Bankhead.”

  “Do you know where it’s located?” Bam asked.

  “Yeah, exactly,” Pam replied, hoping this would get her a pass. Bam lowered the gun and backed off her. He nodded to his bodyguards to release her. She fell to the ground. Bam turned around on Mack, raised the pistol to his face, and pulled the trigga.

  Boom!

  Mack’s body hit the ground. Bam stood over him and shot two more times.

  Boom! Boom!

  “Yo, let’s ride,” he spoke and walked off, leaving Mack slumped in the trap house.

  Not even ten minutes later, Bam got a call from Monkey.

  “Yo, son, where you niggas at? I thought y’all ran off with that lil’ shit.” Bam tried to sound normal even though he was boiling on the inside. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Monkey and to get this shit over with Gangsta.

  “Yeah, we got half of it knocked out already. Fuck all that, though. I know where this nigga Gangsta is hiding out. Me and Step been watching him all day.”

  “Oh, word?”

  “Hell yeah. So what’s up? How do you want to play this shit?” Monkey asked.

  “I’m pulling up to where you at right now, son. Is y’all still posted where this nigga at?”

  “Yeah, I’m about to text you the address,” Monkey replied, then they hung up. Bam made a call to order up a team of gunners. He rode shotgun with Pam next to him. He held the pistol down between his legs, waiting on her to try anything.

  The text came through. It was an address on Hollywood Road. When Bam saw it, he just laughed and gave his driver directions to get there. So he wants war, huh? Bam thought and laughed again. Gangsta wasn’t ready to take it there. He called Trina.

  “Daddy,” she instantly picked up.

  “Yo, ma. I need you to call your wild-ass cousins. Tell them I need me a couple of shooters, and check on your dresser. I left you some instructions to handle for me,” Bam said to his rider.

  “Ok, Daddy. I got it, but is everything alright?” Trina had never seen him call for niggas who weren’t part of his team, so it was strange that he told her to get her people involved. She knew Bam and knew that some major stuff was going down, and she wanted to be there for her nigga as she always was.

  “Yeah, shorty, everything lovely,” Bam lied, and she instantly peeped it, but said nothing about it.

  The first place Bam stopped was on Simpson when he made it to the west side. He had a team of gunners from the bluff who were somewhat linked up with Lucky. Bam was certified to use them at his will when he needed the help. The driver pulled his Benz up into a dirty yard with too many cars packed on the property. Bam was out of the Benz as soon as it stopped. There were at least twelve niggas in the yard, none loyal to Bam, but one guy named Killer was a Blood member, and every other dude in the yard was a Blood who was loyal to Killer. Bam dapped him up as they bumped shoulders.

  “So, tell me what’s going on, dog?” Killer asked.

  “Yo, son, a nigga just clapped my babymama and her whole family down in Miami. I got beef with this fuck-nigga over here on Hollywood Road who is behind this Miami hit. I underestimated him once already, so I’m not trying to play with this nigga again, son,” Bam explained, then went on to tell Killer about Monkey and what he was trying to do. He explained the situation with Pam and all. He needed the help, and he did not have time to fuck around. Killer listened, then agreed to link up with Bam because he owed him an act of loyalty.

  “Dog, you know that I’m going out on a limb for you by lending my shooters. I can get dub for this shit, my nigga, so make sure my young niggas come back safe.”

  “Yo’ word is bond. They will be safe, and I will break each one of them lil’ niggas off a nice check for their trouble,” Bam assured Killer.

  If something went wrong, then it was Killer’s ass on the line for putting Bloods in the business. When Bam pulled off, he pulled off with eight Blood members, all strapped with plans to kill.

  Chapter 12

  Gangsta

  All he could do was think about how he was gonna do Bam once he caught him. Gangsta could taste his blood, couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes. All Bam had to do was pull up, and it’s a wrap.

  Gangsta still wasn’t trusting Monkey. He was watching every move Monkey was making, but Gangsta got put at ease when Monkey made the call to set Bam up. It showed that he was real. Monkey was looking out the window, ready for Bam so he could see the look on his face, eager to see the outcome, to get this day over with so he could get to the money.

  Gan
gsta also had a few niggas around with him, ready to prove their loyalty to him, and people who knew Gangsta knew he was a real nigga with a good heart. Gangsta had Nikki and Roxanne in hiding with their kids. Nikki’s baby daddy Poonie and his two partnas rode along with Gangsta, because none of them from Hollywood Road fucked with Bam. Zay and Eric were the only two niggas who rocked with that nigga.

  Everyone in the living room had choppers with extended clips, and everyone was ready to die or kill something, especially Gangsta.

  “We got action,” Monkey said from the window, seeing a car rolling down the block. Gangsta got to the window and looked out.

  “Step on the porch. Show your face,” Gangsta spoke, looking at the all-black Tahoe truck. It stopped in front of the address given.

  “Bruh, I’m not stepping—”

  The ringing of his cell phone scared the life out of Monkey. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He picked up, knowing the caller was Bam.

  “‘Lo?”

  “I’m out here, son. Where you at?” Bam asked.

  The entire block was deserted, not a soul in sight. Gangsta had two niggas across the street on standby just in case things got out of hand. he had a guy ready at three of the houses on the block, hidden from the scene, ready to surprise Bam. This was the moment Gangsta had been waiting on. Today Bam would not make it out alive. Gangsta was doing this for the old and the new — especially the new.

  Before Gangsta knew it, he hung the chopper out the window and let off two bursts. The bullets struck the truck, and the squad followed his lead, also busting their guns as the Tahoe tried to pull off from the scene. Poonie and his best friend, Twan, ran out the door to give chase to the shot-up SUV. The driver had to be dead, because the truck rolled into the curb and stopped. Gangsta was about to run out behind Poonie until he looked out the window and saw niggas creeping on foot. He raised the chopper, aimed at one of the many dudes, and shot, picking him off and making Poonie duck. Men on Gangsta’s side came from around the houses, spread out, devouring Bam’s men who were on foot.

  War started on the street. Poonie took cover and started busting his shots at four or five more niggas, all holding guns with two hands. Monkey joined in from the window, and Poonie’s other partna, Nard, was keeping the niggas from overpowering Poonie. Two more trucks turned on the block.

  That’s when Gangsta stepped out, determined to kill every nigga who was against him. Monkey and the rest followed Gangsta’s lead. They wouldn’t allow the niggas in the trucks to get into position. Everything looked like Swiss cheese. The trucks were surrounded by bodies, sprawled out dead in the streets. Gangsta ran up on the first truck. He snatched open the door to take a look inside and found no Bam.

  “Fuck,” he stated and quickly checked the other two whip. There was no Bam in sight.

  Gangsta was pissed, but kinda knew that Bam was a bit smarter than to be trapped. He looked up the block just in time to see a Benz creeping by with its back window let down. He and Bam stared at each other. Gangsta was about to aim his chopper, but the Benz pulled off.

  Poonie and Gangsta were the first to take off running in the opposite direction. The other people followed as they all cut through the woods, running downhill. Gangsta wasn’t expecting it to go like this, but he couldn’t just sit back and be attacked like some fuck-nigga. He lost it because he wanted Bam dead so bad that he forgot the plan.

  Poonie jumped over two fences as the police sirens were blaring louder and louder. Gangsta didn’t miss a beat, jumping the same two gates, keeping up with Poonie. They all ran at least a mile through the woods, coming out at the bottom of Hollywood Road.

  Everyone split up, but Gangsta and Monkey walked together out of the woods and into some more across the street. As soon as they were fully in the woods, both guys took off running again. This was Gangsta’s neck of the wood, so he led the way to Mango Circle and ran down the street to Bolton Road. It took them another fifteen minutes to walk to Bankhead where Monkey’s ride was parked. They both jumped in, out of breath but glad to be off Hollywood Road and safe in a car. Moments later, Monkey cranked up, pulled off, and quickly hit the highway.

  ***

  Ne-Ne

  Ne-Ne, crying, stood when she saw the doctor exit her office. Erica and Terry were also with her, standing behind her as her support. Junior was still in surgery and Ne-Ne desperately wanted to know what was going on with her baby, but nobody said anything, so she decided to talk to the head doctor herself.

  “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Ms. Rober—”

  “I know who you are. Surgery is a long process, depending. So I’m not answering any questions pertaining, yes?”

  The doctor was direct, but Ne-Ne didn’t accept it. She looked the woman straight in the eyes.

  “Is there any sign of a chance?” Ne-Ne’s heart was hurting, tears falling from her face. She wouldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t stop crying. She needed hope. She wanted God to answer her prayers and heal her son. Ne-Ne was ready to give her own life for her son.

  The doctor looked down to the floor. She snickered, then looked back up to Ne-Ne.

  “I guess you think I’m not stressed, too, just ‘cause it’s your son in there, huh? Well, if you don’t already know, it’s his life in my hands if the surgery doesn’t go right. I’m not trying to be mean or an ass, but let me do my job, ma’am, and you continue to pray.” The doctor walked around Ne-Ne, who was about to reply until Mrs. Jackson stepped out of the doctor’s office. Ne-Ne ran over to her.

  “Mrs. Jackson, what’s going on?” Ne-Ne asked since Gangsta’s mom was the head nurse at Grady now.

  “Baby, I can’t say. Just say nothing bad has happened, but something happened. We just don’t know what it was, so they are running tests before surgery continues. Just cross your fingers and thank God, because he is already working.” Mrs. Jackson hugged Ne-Ne.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much, Mrs. Jackson,” Ne-Ne said. Erica joined in on the embrace, then Terry.

  “Now, y’all go get some food in y’all and come on back here while Doctor Carmela fixes our Junior,” Mrs. Jackson told the girls, who all agreed because nobody had really eaten anything since all this started. Everyone instantly became happy and hopeful. Ne-Ne finally smiled at the good news they heard. She just wished the doctor would’ve been helpful like Mrs. Jackson was, but Ne-Ne wasn’t on that anymore.

  “Thank you again, Mrs. Jackson. I love you.” Ne-Ne spoke from the heart.

  The girls left Grady with two Mexican escorts. They rode in an all-black range rover with heavy tints. There was a lot of activity in front of the hospital when they were leaving. Ne-Ne caught a glimpse of people being rushed into the hospital laid out on stretchers. There were a couple ambulances, and everyone was moving fast. Ne-Ne wondered what that was about and fearfully pondered who they were.

  “Where to, ma’am?” one of the Mexicans asked as the truck was en route. Erica, who was big on places to eat, sat up right in her seat.

  “Applebee’s or Red Lobster. Which one, sis?” She turned to Ne-Ne.

  “Red Lobster.” Ne-Ne replied, because she liked the atmosphere and vibe at Red Lobster, and they took their time and cooked the food correctly. Plus being at a sit-down restaurant gave her a break from the stress of being in the hospital. It was some time to think good thoughts.

  Ne-Ne turned to the Mexican in the passenger’s seat. “Turn it to the news station, please.” As soon as he complied, the reporter announced there had been a huge shootout on Hollywood Road that left six dead and four injured. They had one suspect in custody.

  “Damn, I hope that ain’t none of my people,” Terry said out of nowhere, and Erica agreed with a nod of her head.

  Ne-Ne pulled out the phone Gangsta gave her. She found the contact and pressed send. Her heart raced in her chest as the phone began to ring. She was praying Gangsta was ok. She didn’t want him hurt. She was tired of people she loved being hurt. It just needed to all stop and go back to nor
mal like the life she knew. The price paid for loving a street nigga is not what she expected, and if she would’ve known things like this would happen, Gangsta would have had a choice.

  “Whoa,” he picked up.

  “Are you ok?” She was happy to hear his voice.

  “Yeah, in the trenches,” replied Gangsta. “What’s up with Junior? How did surgery go?” he asked, concerned.

  “It’s still going. So you sure you ok, right?” Ne-Ne decided not to give him the news about their son just yet.

  “As ok as I’ma be. You know what’s on my mind. Look though, I got to go, baby girl. I will check with you in a few hours,” Gangsta said, then they both hung up and Ne-Ne truly felt better. It was like weights being lifted up off of her.

  ***

  Gangsta

  After Gangsta and Monkey split up, he was picked up by Jeter at the train station. He was glad to have made it out alive without a scratch, but hated the fact Bam slipped through the cracks of death. Gangsta remembered seeing the Benz Bam rode in. He saw his face clear as day, a face he wouldn’t forget. As the truck cruised up I-85, Gangsta turned on Bam’s babymama’s cellphone to get Bam’s number out of the contacts. He cleaned the phone of all possible prints, then tossed it out the window. It shattered in his rearview.

  Bam would pay dearly for all he had done in Atlanta. Nothing and nobody will stop this murder.

  Jeter lit up a blunt and passed it. Gangsta’s mind was in limbo on many different things, but mainly his son invaded his thoughts. His plan was almost coming together. He was sure hoping it worked, and only God could see that it would. He hit the blunt two hard times, then inhaled and held it until he couldn’t anymore.