Monkey pondered on what his uncle had just said. He had a point but his gut told him to act now and ask questions later, so that’s what he intended to do.
Chapter 13
Death row wasn’t nothing like he expected it to be. Gangsta just knew that it was hell on earth, pitch black dark, hard walls, and cold iron. He thought that all niggas serving death row time were niggas who had given up hope, niggas who talked shit and kept up mess. But he was wrong because when he got there, death row was humble. Death row was clean and, to his surprise, the rooms were bigger than any cell he’d ever been in.
The few months he was there, Gangsta had met and befriended some cool old-heads that he talked with through the doors. One of his main partners was Flip, a legend who once ran the Atlanta streets. Growing up, Gangsta watched Flip paint the city red and also take care of his people. To Gangsta, he was a real stand-up guy, a real killer, and a very good hustler. When Gangsta first got to Jackson State Prison, Flip had everything running smoothly with the prison officials.
He kept weed and cigarettes to smoke, and occasionally he’d pull out a bottle of yack. Flip had this guard he was fucking named Ms. Pitt, a thick amazon female in her late twenties. She was tough for the chain gang, but just a simple something if a nigga was free. Gangsta also got cool with a white dude named Randy. He’d been locked up twenty-eight years and was looking to soon die. He was the first man in GA to receive a death penalty for drugs. Gangsta learned a lot from old Randy about mind control, and he painted out a solid way to launder money and move dope without being caught.
Gangsta always listened and paid attention to everything Randy said. He’d kept them up plenty nights, telling him and Flip stories. Gangsta didn’t enjoy being locked up, but he enjoyed the time spent talking with real people. It was a couple more cats on death row with the death sentence, then you had other cats that couldn’t be around other inmates who they housed on death row. Officially, it was only ten niggas waiting to die in GA who were already sentenced.
Gangsta made the best out of his situation. He dealt with it how it came and went in every day like a champ. He was a man of honor so he stood up like a real nigga supposed to and did his given time, prepared to leave earth any day, any minute. He could be gone, missing, and Gangsta truly accepted that. It was shower call so Gangsta was doing his sit-ups and pushups before they made it to his cell. That was something he did every shower day, making sure to stay fit.
All Gangsta did was smoke weed, nothing else, and drink water. The only time he drank something else was when Flip and Randy talked him into it. He did a lot of writing music and business plans. Gangsta spent most of his mental time reading the bible, praying, and hoping God one day answered his prayers for the sake of his son.
Nene had been faithfully writing him once a week. It was something to keep him sane. It was what helped him get through each day that was hard to get past. He was glad to get positive feedback about Jr’s surgery. Nene also kept him updated on Kash, and just knowing he was doing good on the streets holding it down was music to Gangsta’s ears. He wanted the best for his family and friends. All he wished for was for them to be up in life, and so far so good.
“Jackson, you ready?” officer Johnson asked Gangsta. He tossed a letter on the cell floor and it slid across to Gangsta as he was doing the last of his pushups. The letter was from Nene. He picked it up and sat it on his bunk.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Gangsta replied to the question. He grabbed his towel, two face rags, his soap, shampoo, and extra pair of boxers. He pulled off his Jordan’s and slid on his shower shoes. Mr. Johnson dropped the flap, Gangsta put his hands out through the flap, where Johnson placed cuffs on his wrists.
“I see you, Lil’ G,” Flip said. He was standing in his cell door just looking out. Well, to Mr. Johnson, he was just looking, but Gangsta knew Flip was really interacting with Ms. Pitts in the control booth.
Once Gangsta was placed in the shower, he was given ten minutes to bathe so he never wasted time spent in the water. He soaped his body a few times, washed his hair, and then his face. He was done, and minutes later, placed back in his cell.
“Johnson, let me get some hot water,” Gangsta said when he was safely in his cell.
“Okay, give me a minute,” Mr. Johnson said, then walked off.
Gangsta freshened up and got dressed. He got comfortable in his bunk after he fixed him a soup, waiting on his hot water. He got the letter from Nene and opened it up. It smelled just like he remembered her smelling, which was amazing. Gangsta began to read the letter and about halfway through the letter, Gangsta’s heart dropped. He jumped out of the bed he went one way, the letter went the other way.
“Oh my God, yes,” was all Gangsta could say as he took the letter and read again what Nene wrote, saying their son was woke and that he was doing good. Gangsta couldn’t believe it. He was so happy with the news that his son was gonna be okay, that Junior was finally awake, he repeatedly thanked God for this blessing. So much weight was lifted off his shoulders. He felt brand new. He smiled as he paced back and forth in his room, still thanking God.
“What’s going on out there, Lil’ G?” Flip spoke through the cell walls, loud enough for Gangsta to hear him clearly.
He walked over to the door and looked out at Officer Johnson taking another inmate to the shower. Gangsta walked closer to the wall.
“My boy, he’s out his coma,” he yelled as the last tear he promised to ever drop fell from his eyes. This day was an amazing day he’d never forget.
***
He was sleep but still felt the bed move. His eyes quickly opened to find Melody crawling up on the bed with him. He released his hand from the gun under his pillow. Melody had her hair hung down. She had on a white blouse as she moved slowly towards him, being the aggressive one. Kash only had on his boxers and a tank top. He instantly got a hard on when her hand gripped his member. Melody pulled his boxers down enough to free his large dick.
“I see you came to your senses,” Kash said.
She started slowly stroking him up and down his shaft. With her free hand, she ran it across his abs and to his chest. She straddled one of his legs. Her bare pussy sat on his shin as she continued to stroke him to a brick.
“Just be thankful I like you,” Melody said. Then she took him into her mouth. She stroked and sucked him good, so good that Kash had to push her off the dick because she worked his sensitive part. She smiled through the darkness of the room, then slid her body up to his own. She grabbed his hardness and eased her pussy down on him.
She rode him slowly, up and down, taking most of his big dick. Kash gripped her booty as she placed both hands on his chest to balance herself as she worked her pussy up and down his shaft.
“Fuck me,” Melody said. “Fuck me good,” was her moan. She nearly dug her nails into his chest. Kash took her waist in both hands and started rolling his hips to meet her coming down. As soon as she eased down on him, he’d push up into her. With one flip, Kash was on top of her. Now her legs wrapped around his waist and he put both hands on either side of her head and leaned up, looking down at her while he went to work, thrusting inside of her.
Melody placed both her feet flat on the bed and began rolling her hips to meet him, thrust for thrust. It hurt but it felt great at the same time. She rubbed up and down his back and wrapped both hands around his neck. She encouraged him to keep going. Kash wanted to pull out when he felt his nut about to pour out, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but to cum inside the pussy. His body locked up. He pushed into her deeper.
“Oh shit, papi, oh God, it’s deep,” Melody screamed out in pleasure and pain.
Kash rolled and rolled into her as he came. He bit down in her shoulder. She rubbed his head. They both were breathing hard. Melody kissed the side of his face when Kash kissed her neck and then eased his dick out.
“No, papi, don’t pulled it out yet,” she said and started squeezing her pussy muscles, draining him for the very las
t drop of semen.
“Damn, girl,” Kash squeezed her thighs. They were soft as clouds.
Melody grabbed his face and started kissing him deeply. To his surprise, Kash started kissing her back. Their tongues danced with each other as their bodies moved together. She grinded, he grinded. Kash started sucking her neck as his dick grew inside her. Melody gyrated her pelvis when she felt him get back hard.
“Fuck me. Fuck this pussy good, papi,” Melody urged him on as Kash started fucking her good. This was the first time since he’d been out that he’d taken his time with any female. He made sure to fuck her good for the next thirty minutes.
Melody fell asleep in his arms that night. Kash stayed up a minute or two, thinking, mind in wonderland. He was wishing Gangsta was around to reap the benefits of how things were moving for them as a team. If it wasn’t for Gangsta, then nobody would have what they had, and maybe everybody would be locked up.
One way or the other, Kash would make something happen for his bother. He just didn’t know what it would be yet. He continued to hold Melody as she slept, lightly playing with her long hair and thinking until his eyes finally got heavy and he gave in to sleep.
Chapter 14
Veedo was leaving Old National Highway but before making it to his car, he was ambushed by three niggas wearing masks. He didn’t have the chance to make a move because he was caught off guard by the attackers. One dude hit Veedo upside his head with a gun, dropping him to one knee. When he looked up, he saw three barrels pointed at his face.
“What da fuck?” Veedo mumbled. He was dizzy from the blow to his head.
“Snatch that nigga up,” one dude said. Veedo wanted to buck but knew it would end up bad, so he complied. Two guys took either side of him while the third one held him at gun point. They led him to a blue van and forced him inside where he was duct taped at his feet, hands, and mouth.
Scared wasn’t the word, it was more like confused. Confused as to who these niggas were and what they wanted from him. He couldn’t talk because his mouth was taped up also. The van pulled off fast into traffic. Veedo’s mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was seeing Juice’s face as she also pulled out of the store parking lot they had met at.
It was a setup, it had to be. Juice set him up to be jacked. Did she really think she would get away with this? Greedy bitch. Why would Juice cross the team only for what he had? A couple hundred grand was nothing when loyalty would bring them wealth in all they did. So why? His head was hurting. He felt blood run down his neck and back from the gash in his head. He could hardly move as he tried to get a better position because his leg was falling asleep.
“Bitch ass nigga, stop moving fo I slump yo ass,” somebody said.
Veedo couldn’t catch the voice so he kept twisting and turning every so often to see if somebody else would say something.
“Just chill,” a voice said. He thought he recognized it but wasn’t sure. Veedo wondered where they were taking him as he felt the van make turn after turn. It seemed like forever and a day, but the van finally stopped and the door slid open moments later. Someone roughly grabbed Veedo and pulled him out of the van. His feet landed on the ground, but he couldn’t walk so they drug him inside some cold place.
Veedo was totally shocked to find Poonie and his brother standing before him with another guy when someone snatched the black bag from his head. One, he didn’t know at all, but it really didn’t matter. When Veedo saw Poonie, he was more confused than anything now. He was shaking his head side to side.
“Surprise, surprise, pussy nigga,” Poonie said and snatched the tape off his mouth, pulling away facial hairs and all.
“Nigga, y’all tripping. Kash gone kill y’all niggas, I promise…” Veedo couldn’t finish his statement because Poonie’s brother, Mario, walked over and punched him in the mouth.
“Shut da fuck up, rat ass nigga.” The blow to his face made Veedo’s head snap back.
“Fuck you,” Veedo spit at Mario, wishing he wasn’t tied up because he would definitely try every last one of them niggas. He knew neither one of them really wanted his problems, but right now they had the upper hand.
“Nigga, don’t get sideways cause you’ll get flipped before Monkey get here,” Poonie said, and again Veedo was shocked.
What da hell Monkey got to do with it? Veedo thought when he heard that name. Is everyone tryna cross Kash and I’m the only one in the dark? What the fuck is going on? He wanted to know badly.
“Fuck you mean, Monkey? What da fuck y’all niggas got going on?” Veedo couldn’t help but ask. His mouth was full of blood.
Poonie laughed, “I should be asking you that same question. You must didn’t think I saw you that night at Houston’s,” Poonie spoke.
“Houston’s, and so what?” Veedo stated, oblivious to what Poonie was saying.
“That was that same bitch that interviewed me in the county, nigga. The bitch tried to get me to roll and I see the hoe got you how you was hugging that bitch in the parking lot.”
“Huh?” All Veedo could think about was Trish and him being at Houston’s. So what was Poonie talking about? He was overly confused.
“If you can huh you can hear,” Poonie replied.
“Ion know what da fuck you talking ‘bout, nigga,” stated Veedo, madder than ever.
“That police ass bitch you with, nigga. You working with the Feds nigga. Don’t act stupid like we ain’t peeped you.”
“The Feds? Is you motherfucking crazy, nigga? Fuck I look like?”
“You look like a rat ass nigga to me, homes,” the dude Veedo didn’t know said.
“Man, real talk, I just met that bitch. Ion know nothing ‘bout no police shit, nigga. She said she was a lawyer.” Veedo now understood why she didn’t tell him about her job. Now it all made sense to him why she was timid when it came to that discussion. So what was her plan? What was on her mind? Veedo knew he had not exposed his hand to her, so what was her agenda?
“Really? A lawyer? And you went for that?” Poonie sarcastically asked, looking at Veedo like a damn fool. He roughly placed fresh tape over Veedo’s mouth again. He and the crew were waiting on Monkey, who said he was on his way over. He would be there in the next ten minutes.
***
Terry, Nikki, and Roxanne all met up with Nene and her sister at Nene’s new home. It was beautiful and it fit her and her son. It had a large front and back yard with a circle driveway. Terry parked her ride. They got out and were met at the door by Gangsta’s mother and his auntie.
“Hey y’all.” Mrs. Jackson hugged Terry at the door. Then she hugged the other two and led them into the house.
“It’s beautiful in here,” Roxanne said, looking around at the well decorated home with its warm feeling and sense of comfort.
“Smells good, too,” Terry added as they followed Mrs. Jackson and Eric’s mom into the living room where Nene was sitting, holding a sleeping Junior The sight was something to see.
It seemed Nikki, Terry, and Roxanne all rushed over to Nene and the baby at the same time. Everyone hugged everyone and then sat down to talk. Nene explained exactly what was going on with Jr, saying he didn’t need surgery but he was blind in one eye and that couldn’t be fixed. But everything else was good and he could continue to stay home with frequent visits from doctors.
Erica and Nikki ended up in the kitchen cooking dinner with Mrs. Jackson and her sister. Terry and Nene talked about the future and the past. They laughed, they even cried, especially when Nene told Terry that she was leaving GA as soon as Junior was done with therapy. It saddened Terry to know this news, but she understood where Nene was coming from. She just wanted Keshana to have her brother around often, rather than every once in a while. Plus, with Gangsta being on death row, Terry knew Nene wasn’t gonna make the brother and sister seeing each other an obligation.
“Girl, I’m going to miss y’all,” Terry said. She wanted to cry.
“We gonna miss
y’all too, trust and believe that, but it’s for the best, you know, with all that’s happened. And my sister needs to get away also, cause Atlanta is too fast for us,” Nene said.
“Just know I’ll be up four times a year at least cause the kids got to know each other, that’s the least we can do for Gary,” Terry shot back, and they continued in conversation. Terry told her about what happened to Zay at the club but couldn’t tell her who did it. They talked about Kash and how real he was and all the good he’s done so far.
“Them boys like twins.” Nene thought of Gangsta. She missed him dearly.
“Sho is,” Terry replied. They gave each other high five through smiles. Then they met up with everyone else for dinner, leaving Junior asleep in his play pen. Dinner was good. Everyone talked and ate. Nene enjoyed the company, she hadn’t smiled that much in such a long time. She was really, truly happy, and she could never stop thanking God for seeing her son through and bringing him back to her.
She was thankful for Mrs. Jackson for standing by her side nonstop in prayer and pains. Those times when Nene just wanted to give up, Mrs. Jackson would say, “Let’s pray.”
She would pray for hours, her and Nene. They would cry, pray, and cry some more until they both became exhausted from tears. She was also proud of Erica for continuing to stand on her word and get herself together. So far so good was all Nene could say. Everyone went back into the living room. She woke Junior to feed him, then showed the girls around the house and went outside. Terry was holding Jr as he sucked his food through a straw. His jaw was wired shut so he was yet to eat his food correctly.
“Looking just like his daddy,” Terry said, kissing the side of his face.
“Where is Keshana?” Mrs. Jackson asked.
“She’s at daycare. So when will y’all visit Gary? I wonder is her name on the list?” Terry answer and asked.
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