“What’s going on?”
“Man, good days ‘bout to come,” Kash said. They both were fresh and iced out. Veedo walked over to the Benz.
“Hop in, bruh,” Veedo said. He cut the Benz on, the TV came up, and he put in a DVD and pressed play. Kash watched Veedo and Trish fucking in a bedroom. Veedo let it play for a few minutes and then cut it off. “I got three hours of us,” he said.
Kash sat there quiet for a moment. He pulled out a blunt and put some fire to it.
“Just keep that shit in a safe place. We’ll use that if any case come about, so keep on busting that hoe,” Kash said and passed the blunt over.
“Gotta know dat,” Veedo replied, hitting the blunt twice, then looking at it, and hitting it again two more times. He had his mind made up that he would continue to play dumb to Trish, lie just to see what she had going on. His team was safe for now, and Veedo planned to keep it that way. He passed the blunt back.
“Yeah, we can’t be stopped no way. Look, I got a lil’ partner who just got out I’m ‘bout to put on the team. He one of them GF niggas, a real stand-up guy. I’m ‘bout to snatch him up and take shawty shopping. What do you got going on?” Kash asked in between puffs of the blunt.
“Shid, I can roll. I need a few hats anyways. One of them lil’ GF niggas’ mamma house got blowed up last night, killed six motherfuckers, including his twin boys inside that bitch too.” Veedo shook his head because it made no sense how far niggas took beef. Little did Veedo know, Kash was the one responsible.
“Fuck that nigga,” was the only thing Kash said to that subject and Veedo quickly caught on. They got out the Benz and climbed into Kash’s truck. Kash didn’t give two fucks about Don Kill Sum nor his kids. Don Kill Sum was fucking with a fool and he would learn that in the end. Kash’s phone rang. He saw that it was Erica’s number. He let it ring over to voicemail. He didn’t have the time nor day to focus on her right now.
Kash drove with his gun across his lap like always, ready for any action any nigga could even think to bring. He was ready at all times. He made Veedo leave his shooters at the shop saying, “I am the shooter, my nigga.”
“Say less, bruh,” Veedo laughed and knew that Kash was dead serious about bringing the drama to anybody.
Kash smoked another blunt of loud while the radio blasted. He followed the GPS to the address Meco had given him. It took them to Dill Ave, a house sat off from the streets surrounded by a small iron fence. Kash pulled up in the yard and blew the horn. Meco stepped out, looking at the black Yukon with super dark tints in his baby’s mother’s yard.
Kash opened the door, leaving his gun on the seat. Veedo climbed out also. He thought he recognized the GF dude with tattoos all in his face. The dude smiled at Kash as they dapped each other up.
“What’s up, my dude?” Kash said. Then he introduced him. “Veedo, this my nigga, Meco. Shawty, this Veedo, my main guy.”
“What’s up, Bruh? Glad you made it out that bitch.” Veedo gave him a solid pound.
“Same here. Lemme run in here and tell my BM I’m out,” Meco said. Then he disappeared into the house. Meco came back out, followed by a dark skinned thick chick. She watched him jump down the steps and climb into the Yukon.
“Bout to hit Lenox, tear this bitch up real quick. You still smoke?” Kash pulled off asking.
“Fuckin’ rite, fooly,” Meco replied.
“You ready to eat in these streets?”
“Boy, what kind of question is that?”
Kash passed him weed and blunts to roll. “You still head in the mob?”
“Fasho.”
“Some of these niggas wilding, bruh. I done spanked one or two of yo brothers since I been out,” Kash told his partner.
“Niggas stunt mobbin’ right, but I’m out here now. I’m finna show my brothers how to mob it to a bankroll,” Meco boasted.
“That’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” Kash laughed. Then he added, “Your brother Don Kill Sum, what’s up with him?”
“Lil’ Rico? Oh that’s my lil’ nigga I raised that boy. Shawty a fool wit it,” Meco answered.
“Yeah, niggas paid him to run up on me wit da drama, him and a few of yo other brothers. I spared them folks on the strength of you and bigger business, but he still screaming my name on some war shit. I’m telling you ‘cause I wanna know your take, cause you know how I am,” Kash warned his partner. That way if Meco gave him the green light, he’d finish Don Kill Sum off, or if Meco wanted him spared, it would be a business move. It’d be like Meco owed him a favor and all Kash wanted was a nigga’s loyalty.
“Yeah, dats my lil’ nigga. He going through some shit right now. He don’t want no drama, but I’ma introduce y’all niggas when his ordeal is over. Spare him, fooly, for me,” Meco shot back, and it was a sealed deal.
All three guys hit the Gucci store up. Kash dropped ten bands on Meco three outfits and himself a belt. They hit up a couple more stores, dropping more bands on expensive gear, hats and shoes. Kash took Meco into Ice, a new jewelry store inside the mall.
“What’s up? Hook my people up with the neck, wrist, and ears,” Kash told one of the store owners who he was cool with. They left the mall after he’d spent over seventy-five grand on Meco, just showing him the love of a real nigga. Meco was surprised by the money, but not by Kash’s actions. He knew Kash was a go-getter, but not like the shit he was on now. Walking outside, Kash saw Eric and his stripper bitch headed in. Eric had his head down, texting on his phone so didn’t see Kash until they were real close.
“What’s up, nigga? You got something for me?” Kash stopped in front of him and his bitch. Eric looked embarrassed and scared.
“Bruh, wh-what you talking ‘bout?” Eric tried to stand firm. It was killing him.
“You get my message? Yo employee didn’t tell you what I said? I must ain’t speak that shit loud enough,” Kash punched Eric in the mouth, sending him crashing to the ground. “Boy, stop motherfuckin’ playing wit…”
Kash went at him again but Meco stopped him. “Hold on. Whoa, whoa, bruh, we in public.”
Eric’s girlfriend was screaming, grabbing onlookers’ attention. Kash allowed Meco to pull him away, but not before saying over his shoulder, “You know what it is, fuck nigga. I’ma show you, boy. Never send a pussy at me again, nigga,” Kash yelled as he was being pulled away by both his partners.
“Da fuck that was bout?” Meco asked, once they were in the car, driving off into traffic.
“Them niggas owe Gangsta and niggas ain’t paid bruh yet. That nigga the one sent yo brother to check me.” Laughing, Kash said, “Bruh, he a real pussy.”
“How that nigga, Gangsta, holding it down anyway?”
“Shawty good,” replied Kash. “You know bruh the reason we all out here and them niggas can’t cut him a check. Fuck dat,” Kash was clearly heated.
“Say no mo, Fooly. I can put the pressure down on them shrimps. Don’t let that sucka get you in yo feelings, my nigga, we cooling it today, ya feel me?” Meco said as he began rolling more weed to smoke.
“Really want them ducks on ice,” Kash added.
“Fuck nawl, that’s Gangsta’s cousin, nigga,” Veedo laughed at Kash, knowing he was for real.
“And that’s the only reason I ain’t milked his fuck ass, pussy nigga, ion know how them niggas on the west side let a pussy get all that money. Shit don’t make no sense,” said Kash, and he hit the highway. He was taking Meco to meet Monkey and to show and explain his job detail on what he wanted to be done.
Monkey was at the warehouse overseeing a new shipment of cocaine when Kash pulled up and parked. It was crowded with niggas moving loads from an eighteen-wheeler into vans and trucks. Monkey had the phone glued to his ear in conversation with someone.
“What’s the move?” Kash wanted to know as they pounded each other.
“Tryna get this shit on the road before twelve,” Monkey replied.
“Meco, this my right hand out here, Monkey. Monkey, this Meco
, my nigga,” Kash introduced them. Veedo was texting on his phone. He kept his convo for Monkey to a limit. If he didn’t have to speak, then he wouldn’t because he still felt some type of way about being snatched up.
“What’s up, my nigga?” Monkey acknowledged Meco and they pounded each other.
“I’m coolin’.”
“Let me show you the mojo, my nigga. Follow me.” Kash took Meco to the drug room where he had hundreds of kilo’s stacked in corners and in boxes. He took him through the process room and the count room where he met Poonie and a few other niggas Kash said he’d be dealing with. Kash was glad to help a nigga out he felt deserved it.
Meco was solid since day one. He had showed no flaw and when the GF members had a hat on Kash for stabbing Dank, it was Meco who made the call to fall back. And for that, Kash would forever salute him, even though he was fully prepared to war with every last GF in the prison system. Dank was a rat and snitches never get saved. Kash left with Veedo and Meco, not knowing they’d been being followed since leaving the tire shop on Bankhead. The Feds were on to them and nobody peeped the move as picture after picture was being taken.
***
“Charles McCants,” she spoke his name out loud while sitting at her desk going over paperwork. She was faxed over forty photos of Veedo, Kash, and another guy. Surveillance also located a shipment spot which gave the government rights to lunch an investigation on them.
Trish was getting the final paperwork in order to be signed by the judge.
“What are you up to, Veedo?”
She asked herself the question she needed answers to. Last night was the biggest mistake of her life, when she had sex with him, and unprotected at that. Trish knew she was in love and in lust because she could not control herself. She knew that if she laid down with him, it would be hard trying to launch an investigation. But she went against all her common sense. Instead of following her thoughts, she let her emotions get the best of her and she fell into lust.
It had been nearly two years since she’d had sex with any man and last night opened up new emotions in her. Trish was in love with the man she may have to send off to prison. It was one of the hardest decisions she’d had to make in her life. She was stuck because being with this man had proven happiness for her, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was happy at how she was treated by him. Men these days didn’t do those simple things that make a woman happy. They were rare, and by Trish finally meeting the correct man, it shattered her to know that they lived two different lifestyles.
Trish stared at a picture of Veedo sitting in his Benz with Charles. She shook her head side to side, secretly hoping that all this was a mistake. And no matter how bad it seemed, she hoped that Veedo was truly done and that he was clean. Something told her if she held her breath for that, then she would die. She was startled when her captain stuck his head in her office door.
“Ms. Williams, urgent meeting in my office in seventy seconds.” Then he was gone.
Trish quickly paused her session on her laptop, slipped on her heels, and made her way out of the office and down the hall, wondering what was going on that was urgent. There was a room full of federal agents when she walked into the office. The lights were dim and a video was on pause when she noticed the TV on.
“Chavez is back in the states.” Her captain pressed play as everyone watched Chavez exit a G-4 private jet at the airport. He walked to a black Benz and was allowed inside. Then it pulled off.
“He’s located at the Hilton for three days. This is our chance to snatch him before he gets away. I want a team on him right now. Watch his every move. If he shits, I wanna know how many turds he dropped. Don’t let nothing past us, not nothing,” her captain, Oliver Brown, said. Then Ms. Mathis took over, giving everyone their position, their role. The plan was to strike in two days, giving Chavez a chance to slip and show them anything that could help build a stronger case against him.
The Federal government had been running an investigation on Chavez and his entire Mexican family for the past ten years. They had never won with him, never went past go with them. This was the closest they’d ever gotten when dealing with Chavez, and the government wasn’t about to let him get away. He was a wanted man. His father and son were wanted men.
Chavez was powerful, a power stemming from long runs in the drug empire, and he was connected all over the world, which made him nearly invincible to the cops. Every chance they got close to getting either guy, somehow they’d get away clean, untouched, and with more power. This time here would not be one of those times. The government was determined to put a stop to the Mexican cartel. and what better chance than now?
Trish was assigned to interrogation, which was a relief to her because she didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else. She couldn’t help but wonder if Veedo had any ties with Chavez. She sure hoped not because that would crush her hope. She made it back to her office to find she had two missed calls from him, a text message and voicemail. She only smiled at him for that sweetness he gives off.
“Hey handsome.”
Trish sent a text back, then she made notes about Chavez that she remembered Ms. Mathis pointed out. She wanted badly to put an end to this investigation, and wanted even more badly for Veedo to get out while he could. She had to figure a way to warn him, maybe that would make him re-evaluate himself. She just wanted the man she knew him to be, nobody else mattered because he made her feel perfect. He made her feel loved. He showed her so much respect, and he had good dick. She wrapped things up in the office, feeling elated by the attention Veedo gave her.
He sent a message back. “When can I see you again?”
She sent a reply. “Whenever you want.”
Trish made it down and out of the building to her car. Today made out to be a good one. She just hoped it ended on the same note. She climbed into her car, adjusted the radio, and released her hair from a bun. She was in heavy relaxation mode. New good dick made you act a certain way, and she was most definitely acting a nut case, a happy nut case at that. When would she tell Veedo the truth?
She was in love. She knew it would have to come out at some point in time. So when was the best time to tell him? how could she possibly word it? First things first, she needed to know he was not in the Game. But she knew he was dealing, every finger pointed to him, even some facts. But Trish didn’t want to believe them.
She found herself making excuses up for him, just hoping he was a changed man. All she could do was hope. Deep down she saw them faced off in the federal courtroom, but something had to be done to change that. Trish wasn’t a drinker, but today she needed a few shots. Veedo would have to know the truth as well because she would hate to see the day she put him behind bars.
Chapter 21
Terry and Zay were having dinner when Eric pulled up with his girlfriend. Terry knew something was wrong by the way Eric came into their home unlike himself. Eric was the cool, calm type, but right now, he was moving fast paced and looking crazy. Zay slowly stood up with the help of his crutches. Eric’s mouth was bloody.
“What happened, bruh?” Zay started walking towards his sports room. It was a spot in the house you could almost always catch him at, especially when his friend came over. Terry, being the nosey one, got up and followed them.
“Man that nigga Ka…”
“Hole up,” Zay stopped him from talking when he saw his girl enter behind them. “Baby, lemme holla at Eric.”
“No, I need to know what’s going on.” Terry stood firm, unmoved. She wasn’t hearing Zay right now.
“Terry, go head on now,” Zay fully turned around, facing his pregnant girlfriend.
“Boy, stop.” She rolled her eyes, stepped around Zay, and looked at Eric. “What happened to you?”
Eric walked away when she asked. Zay stepped back up in her face and leaned down on the crutch. “Terry, don’t never disrespect me, shawty. Get up out of here. This street business, you know what we talked about,” he said.
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Terry rolled her eyes at him again and walked around him.
“Eric, don’t do me. What’s going on? What is Kash doing?” Terry didn’t care how Zay felt because she felt that she could put a stop to whatever it was that Kash was doing, or trying to do. Eric flopped down on the sofa chair and looked at Terry.
“This nigga Kash stole on me at Lenox this morning. Nigga pulled out a gun and all out there,” Eric said defeated.
“Man, that nigga is nuts,” Zay added, “I never fucked wit him when he used to come to the hood back in our teen years. He was always kicking that bully shit.”
“What he wanted?” Terry already knew the answer. She just wanted to make sure her man wasn’t lying to her.
“This fuck nigga want us to pay him for Gangsta, thirty-five percent of our worth every month. That nigga crazy as fuck,” Eric stated.
“Get that nigga knocked off,” Zay said as he eased down on the sofa supported by the crutches.
“Lemme talk to Kash ‘cause he not finna break my family. All the money he got, he don’t need to be acting like that.”
“Ain’t no talking,” Zay said. He was fed up with Kash acting like he couldn’t be touched. He knew money talked and bullshit ran a thousand miles.
“Just let me holla at him.” Terry had her mind made up whether Zay liked it or not. She left them both in the cool room. She was determined to put an end to the bullshit that was going on.
Terry went to get her daughter. She was already late for her doctor’s appointment and now mad and in her feelings. Kash had to stop whatever it was that he was doing to Zay and Eric. Gangsta wouldn’t want him to be doing that.
Keshana was in her room playing with toys.
“Come on,” Terry demanded, walking away to her own room. She was grabbing her phone and house keys when Keshana followed. That morning she woke up feeling joyful, hoping that Zay healed and that thing with Kash had calmed, and now this? Eric ruined a perfect day with news of his run in with Kash. And Kash’s ass was doing entirely too much. She wasn’t feeling him acting like this. He wasn’t acting like family.
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