by Chris Green
Her thoughts was cut short as the officer reappeared at the door. “Rivers, you got another letter, lil’ mama,” the older woman said sliding it under the door.
Standing to her feet she rubbed the small pudge in her belly before moving to pick it up. Looking at the senders section there was nothing but a small snowflake postage with the initials F.R. by the side of it. Staring at it with a weird expression, Reeses opened it pulling out the single piece of paper. Scanning it with her yes she began to read.
Reeses,
It took a minute for me to gather everything I wanted to say, but now I think that I am ready. First off I pray that you are doing alright in that prison facility. It’s a cruel place behind the walls of the system and I know sometimes it can drive your emotions around like a roller coaster. My advice: difficulties come with everything we go through so never let it pressure you. Besides I need you in perfect condition for the day you come home. Regardless of you having truly nothing to do with this situation you’re considered guilty by association. My lovely sisters are playing a deadly game that’s going to cause a lot of innocent lives to be lost. I don’t think you’re aware of what’s going on so I will fill you in. The word family is deeper than you think, it may mean loved ones and close friends to you. But in our dictionary it means enemy. For years our generations have battled with each other to remain on top of this empire that was once united. Unfortunately my father, your uncle had a different agenda. So I don’t want you to take anything personally when I say this… You’re gonna die. I’m going to torture you along with the other two until I feel a sense of satisfaction. Then I will place a bullet in between your eyes, it’s just the price of being family, in the end we will suffer the same fate I just refuse to be first. I’ll be seeing you very soon.
Frost
Folding up the paper, she placed it neatly under her pillow and laid back on the bed. Tossing the treacherous words from Frost around in her head caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Not because of fear, it was from being challenged. Closing her eyes, Teeses thought about the way she would bury Frostb in a six foot hole.
***
Overlook Atlanta
10:45 pm
Sitting in the living room of the small apartment, Tremaine took a hit of the crystal cocaine and passed it to Slick.
“You gotta be careful my nigga. That shit will have you tweaking,” he said with a short chuckle.
“I tweak no matter how good the dope is bruh,” Slick replied taking a line up the nasal pipe. “So when you think you gone be ready to get back out in them streets and get that paper like we use to?”
“I don’t know, fool. Shit has been extremely ugly lately. I’m still on probation for shit we did eight years ago. My baby’s mom slid me on this child support, shit. I’m definitely not trying to go back to prison. It’s hard behind them walls when a mufucka won’t show yo’ ass no love,” he said keeping it real.
“It comes with the streets, nigga. There ain’t no gangsta out there that ain’t took chances to make the shit happen how they wanted. Its rules to this shit. If I’m telling you we can make some chedda, real easy paper. Then you know I’m telling the truth.”
Taking a swig of his Colt 45 beer, he tried his best to soak up the weak ass game Slick was spitting.
“What exactly are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about some millions, three or more. Guaranteed.”
“Millions? Nigga, you must be trying to hit a fucking bank or some shit?’ Tremaine said thinking that he was over exaggerating.
“No bank. Just one person.”
“Who?”
“Reeses,” Slick stated with a blank face.
Hearing the name made his stomach turn. “I can’t fuck with Rinesha, bro. I got mad respect for Jimmie and that little girl is like a niece to me.”
“Nigga, Jimmie is in a fucking box and she ain’t yo niece, she’s mine. So what the fuck you scared of?”
“I ain’t scared, bro. It just wouldn’t feel right, just let me think on it a while.”
“Sitting back thinking about the shit ain’t gone get us nowhere. It’s easy, we run down on this bitch and we strike. Simple. The girl is nineteen trying to play in this dope game like she a street, nigga. Ain’t no rules to this shit! If you get yo nose wiped, chop it up and charge it to the game. That’s how we been playing,” Slick said with an emotional fury.
“Let’s just think this shit through, bro. You know I’m always down to ride with you. But if we do it, it has to be done right,” Tremaine lied to ease the heated tension he felt approaching.
“I’ve done so much fucking waiting that I growed a full beard. We can ride out tomorrow. All you gotta do is follow my lead.”
Nodding in compliance, Tremaine slipped a cigarette between his lips and torched the end.
“You got any cash on some more coke or what?’
“I’m sitting here tweaking about paper and you asking me do I got some on the powder.”
Tremaine laughed then inhaled deeply on the tobacco.
“Did you hear that?” Slick asked jerking his head looking at the bathroom door.
“I told you that shit will have you bugging. I ain’t heard shit,” he replied.
Slick glanced around the living room with a disturbed look on his face before returning to his seat on the couch. The negative vibes that Tremaine picked up on from observing his friend were so strong that he found an excuse to leave.
“I got fifty dollars on me. I’m about to slide over to Doe's apartment and snatch us some nose candy,” he mentioned while heading to the door.
“That shit don’t take all day either man,” Slick said leaning his head back on the couch.
Shuffling a wicked plan through his mind, Slick knew that going for Reeses would take everything he had. The way she moved around the city as if she owned it caused him to toot his nose up in anger. He sat up straight as he heard the loud clicking sound again. Digging a finger in his ear, he looked around before standing up.
“I need to lay down,” he mumbled to himself heading into the bedroom.
Slick laid back on the bed staring directly into the light of the ceiling fan. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath enjoying the cool breeze. The loud clicking that had sounded off in his ear and forced his eyes back open was now clear.
The sight of Ghost standing in his bedroom doorway drained all forms of gangsta from his body. Ghost's dark pupils spelt death and the large gun he held was aimed directly for Slick’s head. His finger pulled back the hammer slowly and that dreadful click sent chills through his body.
“No one cheats the grim reaper, nigga,” Ghost smiled before popping his burner.
Bloc! Bloc! Bloc! Bloc! Bloc!
Watching Slick crumble back on the bed, he stepped closer staring down into Slick’s open eyes. Placing the barrel to his head, Ghost released one last bullet before walking out of the apartment.
***
One year and six months later
Alto Women’s Facility
Reeses sat quietly in the holding cell of the women’s prison, in deep thought. Her mind pondered everyday on her release and now it was finally here.
As the cell door slid back, a young female stuck her head inside.
“Rivers, it’s time. Their ready for you.”
Standing, she walked out of the cell into the processing area.
“I just have to get your fingerprints and you’re free to go,” the young woman informed Reeses with a humble smile.
Seeing that Reeses wasn’t over ecstatic about her release, she eyed her curiosity.
“I know you happy to be leaving this place, my ass wouldn’t be able to stop moving.”
“Spending just a little time behind here will teach you a lot. You learn to slow down and not to be in too much of a rush for anything,” Reeses replied with a wink.
“I can definitely feel that.”
Finishing her prints, she gave Reeses a napkin to clean her hands. “Wel
l girl, you’re free to go. Stay safe.”
Staring at the woman’s dull correctional officer uniform, she reached down for the pen that sat on the counter. Scribbling a number on the paper, she handed it to her.
“Get up with me in a couple of weeks. I’ll make it worth your while,” Reeses said heading for the door.
“What do you mean?” she asked with a confused expression.
Reeses stopped in her tracks and looked back. “Sometimes it’s not about what you know, it’s who you know. I took a lot of things for granted. And a lot of things I was granted was taken. Sad to say they left me one thing. Money! Quit your job and I’ll see you in two weeks,” she responded before walking out into the free world.
Chapter 21
The sun beamed down on her dark grey eyes as she stepped out into the parking lot. Spotting Stone and Laylah standing by the parked 2019 white Range Rover, she made her way towards them. After closing the distance she embraced Laylah in a firm hug.
“All this visiting I been doing, you owe me a trip to the James Patterson book convention that’s coming up,” Laylah smiled with joy.
“Right about now, you can get whatever the hell you want,” Reeses snickered.
Glancing at Stone, he smiled. “Hey beautiful.”
Reeses wrapped her arms around him, placed a warm kiss on his lips and buried her head into his chest.
“Did you miss me?”
“Every second,” he replied.
“We’ll see,” she teased grabbing his manhood slyly.
Looking down, she stared into a pair of light grey eyes that resembled her own. Her curly long hair was placed in two afro puffs and her Gucci overalls made her look even more adorable. Bending down, her baby wasted no time embracing her.
“I love you too, Keniyah,” she smiled placing numerous kisses on her cheeks.
After strapping her in the car seat, they all climbed in into the vehicle and away from the prison’s parking lot.
“So, what’s the news,” Reeses asked while sitting in the back playing with the baby.
“Business has been excellent, I talked to Harvey last week and he told me that if you complete a year with no new charges they will suspend the balance on your parole.
“What about the flight?”
“The plane leaves for the island around nine tonight,” Stone confirmed.
Nodding her head she pulled out the letter she'd received from Frost. Not only had she thought day in and day out about the vicious threats she delivered but she’d patiently waited to make sure they could meet to resolve the deadly issue.
“And Frost?” she questioned with her eyes still glued to the paper.
“I’ve been working hard on finding her. I wish I could’ve finished her that night in the living room. She’s playing the tough role but she knows that it’s not just a walk in the park,” Laylah said while keeping her eyes on road.
“That bitch has a death wish, we have more important things to focus on. The Feds will be on our heels if we make one mistake. You have to restrain yourself for the time being until you get that opportunity,” Stone reminded her.
“It’s important when you take your time to write me while I’m in prison to let me know that you’re gonna murder me. Frost is very outspoken, that bitch needs to die as soon as possible,” Reeses fumed not caring about the threat of the authorities.
“In due time, for right now we have to get you down to the islands. You have a job to do,” Laylah said.
“And what’s that?”
“You’re in charge of Jamaica, everyone’s waiting on your arrival.”
Holding her daughter’s hand, Reeses stared out of the clear window wondering what lies ahead. Locking down half of Atlanta was one thing but controlling an entire island was guaranteed to be a daunting task.
***
Queens, New York
After pulling in to her four bedroom home, Chelsea stepped out of her vehicle and made her way inside.
“Dustin?” she called out for her husband after entering the front door.
Not receiving an answer, she headed upstairs to find the rooms empty. Chelsea walked back down to the main floor of the house and headed off to his usual hangout spot. Opening the back door, he sat in a comfortable fold out chair with a white owl blunt in between his lips.
“Hey baby. How was your day?” she asked planting two kisses on his left cheekbone.
“Smoking my life away. What about you?” he replied grabbing a handful of her juicy backside.
“Stressful, I’m ready to break out of these scrubs and grab a hot shower.”
“You really thinking about doing something like that without me?”
“I can only wait so long, I feel so yucky.”
“I have to finish cleaning out that damn shed. What the hell is all of that anyway?”
“There’s a few things from when we moved but most of it is from your apartment in Georgia. You need to throw those boxes away, that stuff is like fifteen years old.”
“Good, that makes it easy for me. By the time you get out of the shower I should be naked in the bed,” he smiled while walking off toward the huge yard.
Shaking her head, she giggled to herself and headed inside.
Opening the shed doors, he looked around at all the dusty boxes.
“Goddamn Chelsea, you should’ve just let this shit get auctioned off or something,” he yelled knowing that she couldn’t hear him.
Opening one of the brown cardboard lids, he glanced inside. He slowly pulled out the all black jacket. Shaking it caused the pistol in the pocket to hit the ground.
Looking down, he picked up the white pearl handled Glock 40. His mind instantly flashed back as if his old soul was placed back into his body.
“Ghost,” he said, just above a whisper.
Dropping the jacket on the floor, he tucked the gun on the side of his hip and rushed towards the house.
“Baby, is something wrong?” Chelsea asked, seeing him speed through the back door.
“I have to go.”
“Dustin, what’s the problem? What do you mean you have to go?”
Looking around for a second, he remained quiet.
“Honey, you’re scaring me. Please say something!”
“I remember what happened,” Shadow said, before leaving out the front door.
To Be Continued…
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