The Streets Bleed Murder Box Set
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“Bet that,” Gangsta replied while walking into the room, leaving her at the door.
It was dark when he walked in. Only the blue lights from the machines gave the room a glow. A nightlight plugged into the wall brightened a corner of the room where many bears, toys, and balloons sat. Gangsta slowly approached the bed. His son was hooked up to so many tubes, half his head covered up by a breathing masked over his mouth and nose. He was so tiny, so helpless, so peaceful. Gangsta broke down silently as he reached out to touch his baby boy’s tiny hand.
“Just hold on for me, lil’ one. We’re strong, and we don’t give up, you hear me? You a fighter, son, so keep fighting. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, son. I’m sorry that this happened to you, but I promise to make them pay who is responsible. Just bear with me, son, please, ok? Daddy loves you. Your mother loves you. We all are waiting for you to open your eyes and smile that smile you got. Please get up, baby. Please.” Gangsta dropped to one knee as tears fell fast down his face. He couldn’t help it. He was crying so much that his stomach felt empty and his head began to hurt. Gangsta closed his eyes and prayed.
God. Lord God, please grant me this prayer in the fastest way possible. Take my life for my son’s. Please heal him now, God. I’m willing to do anything for this miracle, God, just name it. I will put this gun down, I will change my whole life, I will do whatever it takes to see my son open his eyes again, to see him living life. God, you know that this was never my intention and that I was only trying to make a way for my family. I know I’ve did things that can’t be forgiven. I have taken people’s lives that deserve to live, and as a man, I admit to these things before you. I own up to all my wrongs, God. Just please spare my son. You said all I need is faith, God, and that I have, so what’s next? God, please.
Gangsta’s pride had gone out the door. He was broken and needed to be fixed. He rose up from the floor, bent down, and kissed Junior’s mask, then wiped his face before heading to the door.
He stopped then. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his son’s favorite toy: a mini bunny that hopped around. Gangsta placed it on the counter next to Junior’s other gifts. He kissed his son once more, then left as promised.
The hallway was clear when he stepped out. The nurse and he made eye contact. She nodded, he nodded, and they walked away. Gangsta took the elevator downstairs. He got off and quickly got out of Grady.
He met up with Monkey at Magic City Strip Club in the VIP section. Loco had called him, telling him that word was Lucky, another New York nigga, was in town, and every time he was in town, he and Bam hooked up. Loco said Lucky’s favorite club was the Blue Flame, so that’s where he had Monkey, watching the scene until he got there. Gangsta made sure to stay low, just in case Bam popped up or anybody wanted to play Superman. he was for sure strapped. He gave the bouncer $500 to get in with his gun. The music was blasting as dancers slowly filled the VIP section, trying to catch a sweet lick tonight from all the top-notch ballers in the city. Gangsta just ordered two drinks, one for himself, one for Monkey.
“What’s the word on your peoples, your son?” Monkey asked, sitting back in the comfort of the leather seating. He slid his gun out and laid it under his lap, inconspicuous to everyone but Gangsta. Gangsta did the same.
“He making it, shawty. Keep your eyes open. I’m not playing with this nigga tonight. If he shows up, I’m rushing head-first to this fuck-nigga,” Gangsta said and meant every world. Bam would die tonight if he showed up as expected, like Loco said he would.
“I’m on every door. I been in this bitch since the doors opened, bruh. I ain’t seen this nigga yet, but it’s a heavy load of New York niggas in the cut that been here a few hours before you showed,” Monkey said, turning up the drink Gangsta gave him.
“My people told me Bam ‘posed to be meeting his mentor here, so I take it them his folks. But fuck them niggas, shawty. I’m ready to die ‘bout mines. Bam’s ass gon’ get it, and I don’t give a damn who don’t like it,” Gangsta stated, only taking a tiny sip from his cup.
“That nigga over there must be Bam’s folks. He had nearly all the hos in his area, popping all types of bottles.” Monkey nodded his head in the direction of a light-skinned dude, kinda heavyset, with long dreads. He was sitting alone, surrounded by four of the club’s baddest females with not a care in the world. Gangsta really didn’t know if the guy’s name was Lucky or not. There was a lot of niggas balling tonight. He wasn’t sure who was who.
“Might be,” replied Gangsta, still looking. He saw one of the girls get up from where the big dude was seated. She was smiling from the dude saying something to her, smacking her ass in the process. She walked toward the exit of the VIP room.
Gangsta smoothly re-tucked his gun and got up to catch her. He was moving through people swiftly until he was right on her heels. He reached out and touched her arm. The girl turned around and instantly looked Gangsta up and down. She put on a smile.
“Where you sitting at? I gotta go freshen up, then I will be with you,” she patted his chest.
“Shawty, I don’t want no dance. This Gangsta. I need to holla at you,” he said, and that’s when the girl looked harder, surprised to see him again after he was all over the news.
“My goodness. What’s up? Um, come on, follow me.” Asia took his hand and led him to the back. They ducked off into the men’s bathroom really quick. There were a few dudes inside who gave Asia the eye and Gangsta an approving look as they all filed out, one by one. Gangsta pulled her into the stall.
“You know that nigga in VIP you was just with?” He got straight to the point, no time to waste.
“Yeah, that’s Lucky. He come down twice a year to party. He from New York, and between me and you, he’s a king pin. I already know how you get down, so I advise you to not mess with that one, but there’s plenty more niggas in here I can put you on.” Asia had always seemed like she was down for him, since the first time they met.
“I’m good on that, lil’ ma. I’m just trying to be sure I know who is in here. So do you remember that New York nigga Bam?” Gangsta liked her heart
“Yeah. Bam had reserved seats tonight, but canceled at the last moment. Him and Lucky party here together when he in town. What’s up? Is everything straight?” Asia wanted to know, because now she saw Gangsta in a different form. Now she felt the tension in the air. She knew something was going on.
“Hell naw, lil ma. I’m tryna find this nigga Bam and murder him,” Gangsta said low when he heard someone enter the bathroom. Asia shook her head in understanding. Gangsta nodded his head toward the stall door. She got the hint, and they both walked out. One of them New York niggas was pissing. He looked over his shoulder at Gangsta and Asia, hugged up and walking back out into the club. She leaned over to Gangsta’s ear and spoke loud enough for him to hear her.
“I told you before that I want to be down. My offer still stands, so if you need me to play my part, just give me the blue print.”
Her words caught him off guard. He was not expecting her to say that, but he did like what he had heard. Gangsta stopped, looked down at her, then said, “I’ma put you in my Will, lil’ ma.”
Gangsta hugged her and walked back into the VIP section, where Monkey had two girls dancing for him. Gangsta took a seat. He now had to come up with another plan. If Bam wasn’t showing up, then being in the club was for nothing. One moment Gangsta thought to approach Lucky, but decided not to. He just sat back and watched who he thought was watching him.
Chapter 18
Bam
When Bam and Trina pulled up to his mansion, he wasn’t surprised to see the Feds there, but he was surprise to see two vans and more agents. When the Benz pulled up, two of the agents rushed over. One snatched the back door open.
“Gresham, I should have you arrested for eluding my staff assigned to watch you,” the FBI woman spoke. She was beautiful, Bam noticed as he got out of the Benz followed by Trina, who gave the lady an ugly look with her eyes.
r /> “Ma’am, I haven’t done anything that should put me in jail. It was your staff who got lost. See, I’m the leader, and it’s their job to follow. I can not do them both,” Bam said, smiling down at the young agent. She had to be a rookie. She didn’t look like she could even be a desk cop in a regular police department, let alone a government federal agent.
“Play dumb,” she said, then turned to a few of her fellow agents. “Search him and the car.”
“Yo, hol’ up. Is this allowed?” Bam protested, but was already prepared for a shakedown. He already knew that they would be waiting, just not as many as it was. But he and Trina were clean as a newborn baby. Bam was smart. He was far from stupid and always stayed two steps ahead of the game. The Feds were the reason he didn’t go out to meet up with Lucky tonight. Instead, he sent his love through Coco and had Coco’s squad combing the west side streets looking for Gangsta, wrecking anything that he was a part of.
Two of the agents grabbed Bam while the other ones got Trina and the driver. They were checked, then Trina was allowed inside the mansion with the driver. The Feds held Bam outside to question him of his whereabouts.
“In the past thirty-six hours, where have you been?” the pretty agent asked Bam.
He was leaning against the hood of his Benz. He wondered where she came from. He never saw her when he was dealing with the Feds, and seeing her now made him wish he did get the chance to meet her before this day. Bam smiled down at the beauty with lustful thoughts.
“I been with my lawyer, and most the time I was sitting in the library, you know, working on my case,” he lied with a straight face.
“Liar. What library?”
“Forgot. Just ask my lawyer, ma.”
“I’m not your fucking mother. I will see to it that you do not leave this house again. See, since you been in hiding, all types of crime have happened. And now that you have showed up, these crimes have stopped, apparently. Bernard Gresham, you are on restricted house arrest. You are not to leave these grounds for any reason at all. Failure to comply will land you in a cell until trial is over, you got that?”
The FBI agent was mad, he noticed, but truly didn’t give a fuck. This situation was almost over, then he would be free. So as of right now, he had to let her have it.
“I hear you, shorty.” Bam stood upright, about to walk around her. She stepped in his face.
“I’m not your shorty, either. I’m Agent Williams, the one who is desperately trying to put you in jail when you slip, so play with it,” she said, then allowed him to walk away into his crib. Bam laughed to himself. Bitch, I already worked my deal. Fuck you, he said to himself, leaving them to the slam of his large door.
“What’s up with them pussy-ass police, Daddy?” Trina was clearly mad. She jumped to her feet when Bam entered the house.
“Them hos just mad we jammed on them for a couple days. Fuck them, ma. Don’t stress it.” Bam pulled her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head.
“Yo, if you want to leave, you good, son. Me and shorty, we here for awhile,” Bam told his driver, who stood at the door waiting for instructions. Bam needed the rest anyway, plus more thought time. Lucky had just dropped a load on him that he hadn’t even seen yet, plus his connection in Texas wanted his money from the bails of loud he sent, because usually it took Bam three days to move the work — either weed or crack — but since this situation with Gangsta he’d been off schedule, and money wasn’t adding up because he really didn’t have nobody to put the work on. Bam was hoping Coco stood up to his expectations, because if so, then he would be the man in Atlanta. Trina needed to be right about her cousin. Though until Coco proved himself, Bam had some business to handle in finding those to push his product.
“Ok, boss. Just call if you need me,” his driver replied.
Bam and Trina took the elevator up. He pulled his phone out to check its call log. Nobody important had hit him. Bam was glad his kids were picked up and were now in New York with family. Nothing else mattered to him now down in the south. He wasn’t worried about his people being hurt because of his actions. Now he could go at Gangsta with everything he had, and he intended to do it.
“You want a shower, Daddy?” Trina asked once they reached the master bedroom. Bam flopped back on his king-size bed. He let out a deep exhale, ran his hand over his face.
“Yeah, ma, that’s what I need. Some warm water and some warm pussy afterward,” Bam said.
“This pussy hot, Daddy, and you know I got you,” Trina replied. She climbed on the bed and straddled him. She removed his hand from his face, then bent down. They kissed as she rolled her hips, pushing her pussy down on his semi-hardness. Bam gripped her ass, then ran his hand up her back.
“Don’t tease me, ma.” Bam met her hip roll with his own, his dick now harder than a brick, ready to beat her guts in. Trina raised up, bit her bottom lip. Looking down at the man she was crazy about, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor, then removed her bra, revealing a full pair of firm breasts. He grabbed a handful, then tried to rise up to suck one of her hard nipples, but Trina pushed his head back, making him stay laid out on his back. She stood up over him and pulled down her jeans. He helped her by pulling them down, too. When they got down to her calves, Bam ran his hand up the back of her thigh. He now was sitting up. He kissed the front of her thigh, then with one swift motion he flipped her over on her back. He kissed her flat stomach as he pulled her pants over her feet, tossing them over his shoulder. The gesture made Trina laugh a bit, then Bam removed his own shirt. He got up off the bed and took his pants off.
“Scoot to the end of this bed, ma,” he said, dick harder than it’d ever been. Trina complied by sliding down to the edge of the bed. Bam opened her legs and kissed her inner thigh, then looked at her pretty pussy with its fat pussy lips. He kissed her there. Then, spreading her lips, he drove his tongue into her love box.
“Shit, Daddy,” Trina said from the warmth of his tongue.
Bam sucked her clit into his mouth, then circled the tip of his tongue over it lightly. Trina was rolling her hips to meet his efforts. Bam started to suck her clit in and applied more tongue pressure. He had her moaning left and right as she gripped his bald head.
“Oh, Daddy, don’t stop,” she moaned, and Bam flicked his tongue over her pussy lips, pulling them into his mouth between his lips, then rolled his tongue flat over her whole pussy.
Trina squeezed his head with her thighs as cum began to burst through her. Bam opened her legs back. She arched her back as he slipped a finger into her, then got back on her clit.
“Shit, Daddy! Fuck!” She was coming hard.
Bam lifted up after she calmed down some. He moved up between her thighs and slid into the tightness of some good, young pussy.
Chapter 19
Gangsta
When he and Monkey were leaving the club, Gangsta saw the dude from the bathroom watching him while on his phone. He followed them through the club, from the back to the front, letting it be known he was onto them. Gangsta tapped Monkey to put him on point about the situation at hand. Monkey instantly caught on. Looking over his shoulder, Monkey saw two more dudes cutting through the crowd. Gangsta and Monkey clutched their tools, ready to pop shit off.
“What’s up, bruh?” Monkey wanted to know what Gangsta wanted to do, because he was ready for whatever. They made it outside the club.
“Fuck this,” Gangsta said, turning around, face-to-face with the New York nigga as he approached. “What’s up, nigga? You motherfucking following me?” Gangsta wasn’t about to keep playing with these niggas. Anybody could get it right now.
The dude was caught off guard with that statement. He stopped a short distant from them. That’s when Monkey recognized his face.
“Coco? What’s up, shawty?” Monkey said. He had gone to school with Coco, and he was official, but that was only in Monkey’s eyes, because Gangsta didn’t know that nigga. The dude looked to Gangsta, then back to Monkey. His two frie
nds also walked up. They all were standing in front of the club. The bouncers were out there as well.
“What’s up, Monkey? You ok, my nigga? It’s been a long time, huh?” Coco spoke and pulled his phone out to check its messages. “What y’all niggas ‘bout to get into?” he asked, looking down at his phone. Gangsta peeped him texting someone, so he moved in a lil’ closer, being more aggressive. He looked and saw Bam’s number. Coco pulled his phone back.
“Fuck you doing, my nigga?” Coco pocketed his phone, now with his full attention on Gangsta. The other two friends were inching forward. Monkey quickly peeped the deal.
“Fuck you texting?” Gangsta said back, just as harsh.
“Huh?” Coco tried to play stupid. Gangsta looked around the parking lot. There were just a few niggas coming into the club, a crowd of people standing in front of the wing stand, and three bouncers. He looked back to the dude.
“Bruh, why you followed a nigga out the club?”
“Man, I just saw Monkey and—”
Gangsta lift the glock in a quick motion. Everyone moved with life-or-death speed. He let off two shots aimed at Coco’s face, who ducked before Gangsta squeezed the trigga. The other two guys with Coco tried to make a mad dash to their car to get their guns, but Monkey wasn’t having it. He ran both dudes down, shooting them both in the back, knocking meat from bones. Gangsta was at the corner of the club building, wrestling with Coco, who somehow got his hand on the gun. He was holding the barrel with one hand and Gangsta’s wrist with the other. The three bouncers were stuck in fear. They wanted to help, but didn’t want to fuck around and get shot in the process, so they called the cops. While the commotion was going on, Monkey walked over to both dudes and shot them both in the back of their heads. He ran back over to Gangsta and drew his gun.