by B. Love
I Need A Gangsta
The Finale
B. Love
Prolific Pen Pusher
Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
The End… for now!
Introduction
Hey book bae!
We are at the end of the series. Don’t fret, you will still get life updates on Christian, Leigh, and Maria in the rest of the books in the saga. Naturally, the first book in this series was the longest. It was over 70K because there was a lot of background and layers needed for the foundation. The second book was 50K and this one will be 30K. No, the book is not rushed, it is simply a conclusion that ties up all loose ends without adding any additional characters, drama, or unexpected plot twists! Okay… so maybe there are two unexpected plot twists
Thank you so, so much for taking the start of this journey into the lives of the Gucci Gang with me. I have so much in store for this family, and it will certainly be a wild and entertaining ride!
#GucciGang
#OneLove
#WeAllWeGot
Her body and mind were on autopilot. Though she felt Tyrell take her phone out of her hand and hold it up to her face, Christian could do nothing about it. All she could do was sit Indian Style on the concrete and watch as firefighters walked away from her bakery. The bomb had completely demolished Gucci’s Baked Goods. Only the corners of the building remained standing.
“I don’t know what to do with her,” Tyrell confessed, holding her phone in front of her face as she stared into the ashes.
“The fuck is she– where y’all at?”
“At her bakery. Somebody tossed a bomb inside it and it exploded. She won’t get off the floor.”
“Was anyone hurt? I’m on my way.”
“I don’t think so. It didn’t immediately go off, so I think everyone had time to get out.”
“Fuck. Tell my baby I’m on the way.”
Tyrell kneeled in front of Christian, blocking her view. Her eyes still went through him. She was unable to focus on him or anything else. The only thing holding her attention at this point was the damage that had been done to what she valued most. Smoke and ashes had those around her coughing. The ground underneath her was wet from the multiple water hoses used to put out the flames. But none of that was registering in her mind.
“Did you hear that?” Tyrell asked, head tilting as his eyebrows wrinkled. “Nash is on his way, okay?” His hand went to her shoulder and squeezed gently as he placed her phone in her still empty hand.
Slowly, Christian’s eyes closed as she inhaled a deep breath. When her eyes opened, everything around her was red. Gritting her teeth, she lowered her head and pulled Donovan’s name up in her phone. Standing, she walked away from Tyrell so he wouldn’t witness her request.
“Whadup, sis?” Donovan answered.
“This motherfucker sent a bomb through my bakery, Don.” Her voice cracked. Body weakened. Christian inhaled a deep breath through trembling lips and willed her tears not to fall. “He has to die. Now.”
She heard him shuffling in the background, and just the sound of his immediate action was enough to almost calm her down. Almost.
“Are you and everyone else okay?”
“Yes.”
“Nash is calling me now. We’re about to take care of this shit, baby. I got you.”
Nodding, Christian turned back in the direction of where her bakery used to be. Running her tongue across her teeth, she whispered a quiet, “Thank you,” before disconnecting the call.
The days of waiting and planning were over. It was one thing for Money to try and go after Christian. Hell, she would have preferred that. But her business? Nah. That was always off limits. Whether Ransom and Nash were ready for war or not, Money had just started one, and there was no doubt in Christian’s mind that her brothers would end it.
Christian was unsure how much time had passed before Nash arrived. He came swerving into the parking lot, barely getting his car in park good before he was hopping out and jogging over to her. The moment his hands cupped her cheeks and he scanned her face she began to cry.
“My bakery,” she sobbed, pointing at what little remained.
“I’m going to fix it. Right fuckin’ now, sweetheart. You hear me?” She nodded as he wiped her tears. “I need you to let Tyrell take you to Hakeem’s compound. That’s the safest place for you while we take care of this.”
Her head shook adamantly as she pushed his hands down. “No. I’m coming with you.”
“Nah. I’ve already called the gang and my squad. The last thing I need is to be looking over my shoulder making sure you’re straight. We’re going to take care of this. I won’t come back to you without his blood on my hands, you understand?”
Christian didn’t want to, but she nodded in agreement. After staring into her eyes for a few seconds, Nash whispered that he loved her before kissing her and jogging back to his car. Tyrell made his way over to her, asking her if she was okay. She said yes and asked if he could drop her off at her brother’s compound. Hakeem’s home would definitely be the safest place for her or anyone else for that matter. It would drive her crazy waiting to hear word of what would happen, but a small ounce of peace dropped into her spirit knowing that, finally, Money was about to be taken care of.
Nash
They knew it was risky hitting Money immediately after he struck but there was no way in hell they could allow this to ride. The moment he violated Christian in one of the worst ways possible he signed his death certificate. It didn’t matter who would have to die or be hurt to get to him – he was getting got – tonight.
“You’re out your mothafuckin’ mind if you think I’m not about to ride. Besides Drecco, who’s a better shot than me?”
Nash shook his head at the sound of Leigh and Ransom arguing over the same shit for what had to be the third time since they’d arrived. He didn’t even plan on telling Leigh about what had happened, but she was with Ransom when he called him. Truthfully, Nash didn’t want any of the sisters to come with them, but Maria and Leigh were adamant about coming along.
As Nash tied his black bandana around his neck, he looked from Leigh to Ransom, curious about who would win their personal battle.
“It don’t matter. You can’t come. You got my ba–”
Quickly covering his mouth with her hand, Leigh inhaled a deep breath as she took a step closer to him and whispered, “Let’s compromise. What if I set up a snipe location? I promise I won’t leave the roof, but I’ll at least be there for backup if y’all need me.”
Ransom lowered her hand as his head shook. “And what you gon’ do if this mane got his own snipers on the roof, Leigh?”
“I’ll go up there with her,” Ace, one of Nash’s friends offered. Ace didn’t sell drugs, but he was as lethal as they came. He caught his first body at the age of seventeen with his bare hands. Now, Nash brought him in on jobs with him and Maria when they needed muscle, and he and Jax also paid him to teach security classes to the guards they had on payroll.
“Me too,” Jax offered.
“And me.” Mischief concluded with, “She’ll be covered on all sides, Ransom.”
Releasing a loaded sigh, Ransom ran his hand over his face before mumbling, “
Fine,” but if anything happens to her and my baby, I’m shooting all you muhfuckas.”
“Baby?” Drecco repeated. “You pregnant and ain’t tell me?”
“Fuck you, Drecco. I can’t talk about this right now.”
Snatching her black mask from the table, Leigh stormed out of the room as Ransom followed behind. One by one, they all left out and headed for their bulletproof, blacked out trucks.
A few of Nash and Ransom’s men were in the front and Pressure’s men were in the back. In the middle was Pressure, Drecco, Ransom, Jax, Mischief and Lodi. In the very last car was Nash and Donovan. They rode in silence. Truthfully, there were no words that needed to be said.
They’d paid one of Money’s men for information two hours ago. They knew exactly where Money was and the layout of his residence. They’d already agreed on who would do what. Now… it was time to act.
When they were a mile back, all ten trucks began to slow down and cut their lights off. Unable to resist, Nash called Christian quickly as he pushed his seat back.
“Nash,” she answered, getting an immediate smile out of him.
“Gucci. I just wanted to hear your voice before we go in here.”
“I love you, boo. Please be safe.”
“No doubt. I love you too.”
After disconnecting the call, Nash tossed his phone into the center console and pulled the bandana that was around his neck over his mouth and nose. Looking over at Donovan, he asked, “You ready, bruh?”
With a slight smirk, Donovan pulled his black mask over his face until only his eyes were visible. “Damn right.”
The sound of rapid gunfire gained Nash’s attention. The first truck in line opened fire on Money’s guards. Out of the corner of his eye, Nash saw the car that held Leigh pull out of line and head to the left. He said a silent prayer for her and the rest of them before putting his attention back where it was needed most.
One by one, they knocked down every obstacle keeping them from Money. While some of the men that were with him were wounded, none had been hit with a fatal shot yet. By the time they made it to the front door, he and Donovan had joined the rest of Christian’s brothers.
“I want this nigga head for my sister,” Maria ordered through the walkie talkie, and not one man would fold and not give her what she’d asked for. “And let me know when the way is clear. I’m taking every dollar he got and giving it to her so she can use it to rebuild.”
There was no wolfpack mentality amongst them as Drecco kicked the door in. The gangstas in the front were just as deadly as the gangstas in the back. As rapidly as Nash’s heart pumped, he tried to keep his adrenaline at a maintainable level to keep control. Leigh’s gun began to fire into the distance, taking out men as soon as they came from the back room before they could even aim their guns.
“That gotta be where he at,” Drecco realized, still clearing the rooms one by one.
“Let’s go then.” Pressure led them down the hall when Leigh’s shooting from outside ceased.
It grew quiet.
Too quiet.
It had to have been a trap.
And Pressure knew that.
Instead of going right in, he called out to the roof crew for insight on how many men were still in the room. There were eight, lined against the walls waiting for them to come inside. Because of their placement, Leigh was unable to get a clear shot, but when they moved, she would be able to.
All of the men seemed to take in deep breaths at the same time before heading for the door… knowing they only had a second to lock in on their targets and shoot before they became victims themselves…
Drecco was the first to go inside, pushing them back quickly to avoid being shot in the shoulder and arm. As soon as they moved, Leigh was able to start picking them off one by one. Like ants, they began to swarm, making it easier for Nash and the rest of them to come in and lace them with bullets before they could even see it coming.
But it was Donovan who shot the fatal shot into Money’s chest before everyone sent bullets into him. By the time they were done, the holes caused Money’s body to resemble swiss cheese.
“It’s clear,” Pressure called, and Maria and the rest of the crew soon filed in.
She made her way through the house as quickly as she could, taking only the money that she knew wouldn’t be able to be traced. When she was done, she gave it to Nash and told him to make sure Christian knew it was Money’s. He agreed as they headed out quickly, knowing the police would be arriving at any moment. Pulling the scarf down, Nash released a hard exhale and thanked God that no one was killed that came with them, though quite a few of them had been hurt.
But that was cool, since they all knew what they were risking when they decided to ride.
Nash grabbed his phone to call Christian, then decided to just pull up on her instead. A part of him wanted to see her face when she realized he was okay. Because no matter how calculated and confident they were, things could have taken a turn for the worse. Tonight, there was definite strength in numbers. No way in hell would the Gucci Gang or Nash’s crew have been able to take Money out on their own.
Before Leigh’s first therapy session, she was bitter, angry, and hurt. The moment Cinde approached Ransom Leigh knew something was up, but she definitely wasn’t expecting her to suggest that she was pregnant with his child. A part of Leigh felt as if this was her karma – her worst fear coming to fruition. This was the one thing she always said she could never handle… her man having children with other women, and now, that was the case.
In her mind, she was able to tell herself that Ransom would not have been with Cinde if she would not have been with Patrick, but that did nothing to ease her heart. It still wanted to rip his out, and that was exactly why she decided to find a therapist. There was no part of her that wanted to ruin the progress she’d been making with Ransom. Whether she wanted to or not, Leigh had fallen in love with Ransom and didn’t want to live without him, so it was necessary for her to do whatever it took to release the triggering trauma from her childhood.
While she spoke to her therapist, she felt a bit better. In her first session alone, she was able to help Leigh realize why she’d had a meltdown at the doctor. Coming face to face with her fear put her in fight or flight mode. In that moment, her best and safest option was to abort her baby and live as if she’d never known Ransom or experienced his love. But after calming down, Leigh was able to finally accept the fact that she didn’t want to get rid of her baby or Ransom.
This baby was truly a blessing, one that she didn’t think she would have anytime soon, if ever, so her and Ransom needed to get their shit together.
Period.
After her therapy session she felt a bit lighter, but by the time she’d made it back home and alone with her thoughts, her dis-ease began to fill her again. Her therapist, Dr. Ranger, recommended that she journal when her thoughts or negative emotions started to consume her. So while she waited for her father to arrive, she did that.
Yes, she’d finally called Ricky and asked him to come over. To her surprise, he dropped everything and told her he’d be right over. Having been the closest to him, Leigh was battling between being happy that he wanted to reconnect with them and feeling stupid over that happiness. While she wished Ricky would have been a more active and present father, she understood to a certain extent how overwhelming the situation could have felt to him.
But that was no excuse for his leaving because he was the one who’d put himself in that situation.
Honestly, Leigh had no idea how she’d feel when she saw him.
If she’d want to punch the shit out of him or run into his arms.
And that’s exactly what she expressed during her journaling until Drecco called and interrupted her thoughts. Even though she was happy to hear from him and a smile covered her face, she still answered the phone with, “Fuck you want, nigga?”
“Aye lil mama. How you and my baby doin’?”
“Fine, Drecco.
How are you?”
The cat was out of the bag. With the argument her and Ransom had a week ago when Christian’s bakery was bombed, everyone in the room knew that she was pregnant. One person told one person who told another person, and eventually, everyone in her life knew. Still, she and Ransom got together two days ago and invited those closest to them over so they could tell everyone in person.
Their time together that day was a bit awkward. Neither tried to force conversation for their own personal reasons, and for the time being, Leigh was okay with that.
“I’m good. You at the house?”
“Yes, why?”
“I’m ‘bout to bring some over for the baby.”
Chuckling, Leigh looked up and shook her head. “Drecco, I haven’t even had the baby yet. You don’t know what I’m having. And I told y’all I wasn’t sure if I was even keeping it.”
“Mane please. You keeping my lil niece and I already know. Plus, what I got can be used just in case it’s a boy too, but I already know it’s a girl.”
Leigh smiled as she touched her stomach absently. “What did you buy, crazy?”
“Ugh, it’s actually… I got a few things actually. My homeboy mama owns that baby boutique in Midtown, and I cashed out. I’m pulling up with the truck shortly.”
“Drecco… are you serious right now?”
Leigh stood, rushing to her bedroom. She couldn’t really embrace the excitement and appreciation that was filling her because she didn’t want Drecco and Ricky around each other. Definitely not at her home, too.
“Yea. They gassing up the truck now, so when they get done we’ll be on the way.”
