Slaughter Gang 2
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Slaughter Gang 2
A Novel by Willie Slaughter
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Copyright 2019 Willie Slaughter
Slaughter Gang 2
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my brother, Derrick Slaughter. Rest in peace, my brother.
You’ll forever live through me and the memories I’ll always cherish. Slaughter Boy for life. And to my loving wife, Machumu Harris Slaughter. Thank you, luv, for holding me down and sharing your wisdom. I’m loving, cherishing, and loyal to you for life.
Prologue
The head of the table hung up his phone. He rose to his feet and raised his champagne glass.
“Business, as usual, is taken care of, Lil Will. It’s your show now, so let’s hear what you have in store for this business. But, before you start, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Demetri, and this is my brother Thaddeus.”
Lil Will walked around the table. “We all feel the news of Mr. Demetri stepping down today is shocking, but business must go on. Right? With that being said, everything will remain the same for now. I’ll be checking in on you all to see what’s going on periodically. Does anyone have a problem with that?”
No one said anything.
“Good,” Lil Will said. “We all have family and friends waiting for us back home. I suggest we continue to provide for them by keeping business as business. Until our next meeting, stay safe and sound.”
As they left, John and Charles walked out together. During the transition, they had taken notice of each other’s concerns about it.
“What do you think, John?” asked Charles.
“Look, this kid sounds good,” John replied hesitantly.
“Yeah, I know. But we been by Demetri’s side for over thirty years, and he turned everything over to this guy. We don’t know shit about him,” John said warily.
“True,” agreed Charles.
“He might take the price up on us. Then what?” John asked.
Charles paused in mid-stride. “Damn. I haven’t thought about that, John. Let’s just go. I can’t think right now.”
John nodded. “Well, we better start thinking. Shit could get real ugly, and I’m not trying to be on the bottom.”
“I take it you have a plan?” asked Charles.
John looked at Charles, considering the options. “I’ll call you with the details.”
They jumped in their rides and left.
Lil Will and Mark were the only ones left inside of the estate with Demetri, his twin brother, and the staff. Demetri’s brother had wandered off upstairs, leaving them downstairs in the meeting room.
“Mark, we got to get on the move. Phone calls need to be made to ensure every drop has been made,” Lil Will said anxiously.
Mark nodded. “Let’s do it.”
As they were about to leave, Demetri stopped them.
“Lil Will and Mark, listen to me very carefully. Power will blind you if you let it, so keep business as business. Make good choices, because the people that you just met are important people you’re going to need. It’s a den of vipers. Believe me, son.”
“Got you. I’ll be calling upon you for wisdom from time to time,” Lil Will said.
Demetri smiled at Lil Will. “Great idea. It’s not like you know the people you’ve just met. Some of them you’re definitely going to have to keep a close eye on, or things will go sour in a heartbeat.”
As Lil Will and Mark headed out, Thaddeus returned from upstairs.
“Thaddeus, what do you think?” asked Demetri, thinking about the pros and cons of him leaving the business.
Thaddeus looked out the window at Lil Will and Mark as they hurried across the front lawn to the helicopter. “He’s got his father’s blood.”
Chapter One
Dink was being Dink. He was checking the trap, making sure everybody had his paper right. Just so happened when he pushed up on Johnny Boy, shit was sour. Dink didn’t think twice about hitting Johnny Boy with a left hook to the jaw.
Johnny Boy stumbled backwards while holding his jaw. “Okay, man.”
“Fuck that! Where my paper, nigga?” demanded Dink as he cocked back his fist again.
Johnny Boy jumped and held his hands out in front of his face. “Dink, I’m short, bruh.”
Dink frowned. “You short? Nigga, it’s been three months, and you short!”
“Come on, Dink. I have a family,” Johnny Boy pleaded.
Dink turned to his hitters, laughing. “You hear this nigga? I got a family too! Fuck this! Detonate this nigga!”
His hitters did as they were told.
“Fuck wrong with these niggas thinking they can take from me?” Dink said to himself while watching one of his hitters put two slugs in Johnny Boy’s head before walking out the door.
As he was getting in his car, Dink’s phone rang. He looked at the caller ID before answering. It was his brother, Lil Will.
“Yeah. What it do, bro?” Dink said, answering the call.
“Money,” was Lil Will’s response.
“True,” Dink said.
Lil Will thought long and hard about what he was about to say before saying it. “Peep game. I nee
d you to handle Southwest Georgia to Florida. Everything comes through you. Can you handle it?”
Dink sat up straight in the driver’s seat, surprised to hear that his brother was giving him control. “It’s about time.”
Lil Will sighed, hoping he hadn’t made a mistake. “I know, big bruh.”
“Say no more, but check the business,” Dink said. “It’s getting dry here.”
“I’ll make something happen in a week. 300 of them will come your way. Give Teddy and Bee 100 apiece,” Lil Will replied.
“Got you,” stated Dink.
“It’s going to be a minute before I can fly back down. I got a lot going on,” Lil Will said, sounding exhausted.
“Take yo’ time, bruh. I got this,” Dink said with confidence.
“A’ight,” responded Lil Will.
Dink, feeling entitled to know a little more than he was being told, decided to ask his brother the million dollar question. “When do I get to meet the connect? You know. Just in case some shit go sour, and one of us has to step in.”
Lil Will chuckled on the other end of the line. “Stop the bullshit.”
Dink’s facial expression turned sour. “What the fuck you mean?”
“Just what I said,” replied Lil Will. “Listen, my nigga, y’all just play your part.” He hung up the phone.
Dink threw his phone on the passenger seat. “This nigga thinks he’s God. Okay, I got something for his ass. I’m that nigga, fo’ real,” he thought out loud. He called Bee.
“What’s good?” Bee said, answering the phone.
“Call everybody and tell ‘em to meet up at the spot on Corn Street,” Dink said with authority.
“Bet,” said Bee. “Is everything good?”
Dink grinned as he swerved through traffic. “Yeah. Couldn’t be better at the moment. Tell ‘em to be there in thirty.”
“A’ight. Love, fam,” replied Bee and then he hung up.
Mike sat across from Bee, twisting a blunt of kush. After he finished, he fired it up, took three puffs, and passed it to him.
“Bee, I hear what you saying ‘bout this shit with me and that nigga is bad for business, but shots been fired, my nigga,” he said.
Bee hit the blunt and passed it back to Mike.
“I understand what you saying, fam. The question y’all two niggas gotta answer fo’ yourselves is who you expect to front you not knowing if shit gonna be straight?”
Mike choked on the kush smoke. “Can’t argue with ya, fam. Set up a truce meeting. I’ll show.”
“Appreciate ya understanding, my nigga,” Bee said as he grabbed the blunt. “Matter of fact, we got a meeting on Corn Street in about twenty.”
Mike nodded. “I’m with it, my nigga. Let’s just hope Henry sees shit the way I’m seeing it. Money over ego trip.”
“All fucking day,” Bee agreed. “Let me make these calls.”
Bee didn’t bother trying to call everyone. He sent out the text to every listed contact, who hit back immediately letting him know they would be there. He called Teddy, who answered on the third ring.
“Talk to me, bro. I got the message,” Teddy said as soon as he picked up.
“Where you at right now?” asked Bee.
“Fucking with Henry. Why? What’s the business?” he replied.
Bee hit the blunt and passed it back to Mike before responding to his brother on the phone. “That’s the business. Him and Mike gotta get this beef shit to a minimum.”
“Fo’ sho’, my nigga,” agreed Teddy. “What’s the plan?”
Bee looked at Mike. “Shit, I’m with Mike now. He’s willing to set aside the bullshit fo’ this money.”
“Hold on, bro,” Teddy said.
Teddy muted his phone before talking to Henry about the situation. Henry agreed to talk to Mike, so he handed him his phone.
“Bee, what up, fam? Put Mike on the line,” said Henry.
As Mike was passing him the blunt, Bee passed him his phone. “Yo. Who this?” Mike asked, putting the phone to his ear.
“It’s Henry, my nigga?” Henry replied.
“What’s up my nigga? My condolences to yo family,” Mike said sincerely.
“Appreciate ya,” said Henry.
Mike sighed. “Look, bruh. We can’t survive hustling backwards, my nigga. This beef shit is outdated and over some petty-ass shit anyway. We both shot shots, niggas lost money and lives. Call that shit even.”
Henry looked at Teddy, who could tell he was weighing his options. He sighed. “A’ight, homie. You right. It’s dead. Let’s get this money.”
“Fo’ sho’, fam. I’ll see ya at the meeting,” Mike said with relief.
“A’ight. One,” replied Henry before hanging up the phone.
Mike hung up and passed Bee back his iPhone. They sat in silence while they finish smoking the two blunts. Afterwards, they dipped out, heading for the meeting on Corn Street.
***
Sabrina and Sopia had met up with Kerria for a ladies’ day out. Kerria had talked them into spending a day in Atlanta with her. They were in Lennox Mall, balling out at her expense.
“So, what do you think about leaving Albany, and coming to live up here, Sabrina?” asked Kerria.
Sabrina laughed comically. “I’m Good Life bound, Kerria. The money too good, and my nigga’s dick is that great. Besides, Henry ain’t trying to hear shit about a bitch catching grip on him. You should be asking Sopia, with her lonely ass, that.”
Kerria shook her head. “I did.”
Sopia stood with her hands on her hips, staring at Kerria and Sabrina. “Y’all bitches don’t spare a bitch’s feelings. I’m standing right here, so I can hear y’all.”
Neither responded to her. They headed to the checkout counter. On their way, Sopia saw a couple of guys looking their way. Smiling, she waved at them, and they waved back.
“Damn, that nigga fine as hell!” exclaimed Sopia.
Sabrina looked around curiously. “Who? Never mind.”
The guy walked over and introduced himself to Sopia. “What’s up, shawty? My name is Vince.”
Hearing his lingo, she found herself feeling a little girlish.
“I’m Sopia. These are my home girls, Kerria and Sabrina.”
Vince smiled. “That’s what’s up, shawty. You single?”
“Yes, she is,” Sabrina answered for her.
“Damn, Sabrina,” Sopia said defensively, “I can talk for myself.” She looked at him and smiled. “Yes, I’m single.”
He laughed. “Where ya from, shawty?”
“Albany, that Good Life,” Sopia answered.
Vince nodded. “Okay, shawty. The other A.”
“Yep,” she said with pride.
Vince looked her up and down from head to toe. He was really liking what he saw. “Shit, shawty, what ya doing fo’ the rest of the day? Maybe we can get up and do whatever’s clever.”
Sabrina shoved Sopia towards him. “You can take her ass on with you now. Don’t worry, girl, we got ya bags. Go have a good time. Tell us how that dick is when you get back.”
Sopia felt embarrassed. “Brina!”
Sabrina looked at her sideways. “Bitch, we hood. No time to act all high and mighty. Go get some you time. You’ll thank us for it later. Fuck her good, Vince.”
Sopia grabbed him by the arm and hurried off. The cashier tried to keep from laughing, but couldn’t. Sabrina grinned at her.
“Yeah, bitches down south got flava too.”
Kerria paid for their merchandise and they left. On their way out to the car, she saw Vince and Sopia pull off in a bowling ball blue donk sitting on twenty-sixes. Sabrina peeped it too.
“Maybe this little Atlanta trip was what she needed,” Sabrina said to Kerria. “Because if I had to hear one more sad-ass story about that nigga Lil Will, I was gonna give her ass the silent treatment for a month. A bitch ain’t got time to play a counselor without hope for her patient.”
Kerria burst out laughing. “Sabrina, yo
’ ass silly as shit.”
***
FBI Agents Wright and Dunlap were back at the office. News had hit of Agent Scott’s death. With him gone, Agent Dunlap was the new commanding agent. He’d called a meeting to address the seriousness of the investigation.
After giving everyone their new assignments, he and Wright excused themselves while they discussed strategies. They stepped outside and sat in Agent Wright’s Dodge Charger.
“William, I don’t think it was a good idea,” Agent Wright said nervously.
“What part, Christine?” asked Agent Dunlap.
She sighed. “I think he should’ve allowed Scott to take him down. His crew is full of hotheads. The shit they be doing is too much to be cleaning up behind.”
Agent Dunlap nodded in agreement. “I agree, and so do others who were there. Just hold on, partner. We’re working on it.”
***
Lil Will and Mark’s flight touched down in Boston. Thankfully, they had the good sense to discard their firearms back in Texas, because the security at the airport had been tripled. One of the baggage boys walked up to Mark, insisting that he let him handle their luggage.
“Alright, youngster. Follow us,” Mark said as he and Lil Will let the baggage boy take their luggage.
They made their way over to a storage, where Mark’s Eddie Bower was parked. He gave the young man a hundred dollar bill.
“Thanks, man,” the boy said happily.
Mark shook his head. “No, that’s not for you carrying the bags. I need to know why the security is so beefed up. Do you know?”
The young man looked around, paranoid. “Man, shit been crazy ‘round here. They found a federal agent dead, face first in his own piss.”
He was about to hand him another hundred, but snatched it back. “What was the agent’s name?”
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