by De'Kari
**** N. D. ****
Price Barber Shop
The entire town heard about what happened to Voorheeze. Most were wondering what the outcome would be. They knew retaliation was a given. They just wanted to know how far Clark was about to take it!
Clark’s entire team was there. He’d also called the Wolf-Pack. He was done playing games with these niggaz.
“Check it out! Yall already know I aint wit all that talking so I’mma make this shit real quick and easy like. And then Stone got something to say.” He looked around the room at this niggaz, all of the ones he knew would ride for him and would die for him. Clark looked at his brother’s niggaz, he didn’t know if they would go the distance but the looks on their faces told him they would.
“Aint no hustling, not a single pack is to be sold. I want everyone’s attention on making them mothafucka’s disappear. They touched my brother, they touched us! Aint nothing spared; mama, sister, auntie, grandma! Kill everybody who gets in the way!” He looked at his watch, it read 6:50am.” By 1 o’clock nigga I better hear the body count rising!” Then he thought about it and said, “I was tripping. Stick to the script. We don’t do women and children. But any nigga over 14 can get it!
Stone Cold had assumed the leadership of the Wolf-Pack after Marlon got killed in the shootout with faggot Lynch. The same shootout that T’Rida got shot up with the A.K.
Stone stood up, “Look! The shit I’mma bout to say aint up for discussion. When safety and security is breached. I assume command over the entire Family. My leadership aint to be questioned! Don’t test me!” Stone looked at each and every person to make sure they understood that meant, Everybody. “Clark’s team, you will handle every city but P.A. You niggaz are from here and mothafuckas expect yall to be coming. So, hit them niggaz in Hayward and Halfmoon Bay, then we’ll meet in Oakland. I’ll let big brah divide yall.”
“Naa Stone we mashing as a unit. Straight annihilation.” Clark told him.
“Aaight. Wolf-Pack! We hunt solo. Keak, Stunna, J. Spitz, yall knock down Menlo and the Mid. Mike Vegas, hit the G and work your way to the Vill. Africa hit the Vill. I want everything in P.A. knocked down by 11am if possible. I’m going to Oakland, yall meet me there. Thanks to the Beast and the rest of them Northerners, we know where they lay, let’s make it permanent.”
**** N. D. ****
1300 Block of Windermere
The niggaz sat on the porch talking shit and smoking some grapes. He could just bounce out now. This shit was too easy. But Keak always wanted to test himself. He drove around the corner and parked in front of the house behind little Gary’s house. He went thru the backyard and hopped the gate into little Gary’s backyard.
Fuck being cautious. He pulled out an AR pistol, known in the hood as a baby AR. He opened the sliding door and walked in. There was a bitch moaning like she was getting fucked in the front room.
He checked the back of the house. There was a nigga with his back towards him counting money. Keak sat the choppa down and pulled out his knife. He walked up to the nigga from behind and slit his throat. Mothafucka didn’t utter a peep. That’s why all the Wolf-Pack carried a knife for the Silent Kills. He walked out and headed for the front room.
Sure, enough there was a Puerta Rican chick with big ass titties riding a nigga on the couch. His back was to Keak and she was facing him. Damn this easy he thought, her eyes were closed. He figured he would wait until she opened them. He didn’t mind watching her bounce them big ass titties. She was really riding that dick, talking in Spanish and shit. Her tits were flapping all over the place.
When she opened her eyes, she was staring down the barrel of the AR. He had his finger over his lips telling the hoe to be quiet. She stopped riding the nigga. He asked her what was up, but neva heard a reply. Keak smacked him in the back of the head with the barrel, knocking him out.
“God damn you badder than a mothafucka, girl! I’m only gonna say this once, if you wanna live, stay quiet and go into the bathroom.” When she got up to run, she had an ass like a Straight Stuntin model.
He waited to hear the door close, once it did, he walked out on the porch like it was his house.
Taat! Taat! Taat! Taat! Taat! Taat! Taat!
That took care of that shit. No hesitation! No problems! He stepped back into the house. The nigga on the couch didn’t stand a chance. Three shots to his head killed him. He went to the bathroom and opened the door. She was scared shitless.
“What I look like?” She didn’t understand. She stood there frozen in fright.
“Let me make it easy for you. It was a skinny, light-skinned nigga with long dreadlocks that did this.” He spoke slowly.
She finally understood. “Si Papi, crème colored negro with the long things.” She had thought he was gonna kill her. Now she was beyond happy.
“Papi Tu want some Pinocha?” She was that happy.
The offer was tempting as fuck! She was that bad.
“Naa Mami, Tu mucho bonita, mucho! But I aint bout to get it cause you terrified.” He could neva be that kind of nigga nor would he kill a woman. Keak left the house headed for the next destination.
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Young Sav might have been young but he was far from a dummy. His gunplay was already known and respected, this is why he was Sutton’s second in command. Sav had the mind of a nigga whose been to war and came out on top.
He was giving Pinky that good long dick when the motion detectors started going off. She was yelling and screaming so loud that he almost didn’t hear the faint beeps. He liked to see that big, yellow booty bounce as she rode him backwards. So, the lights were on in the room. Without alarming her, Sav got her attention. Their bodies were covered with sweat and the entire room smelled like sex. Pinky continued moaning and yelling like she was still riding him.
Sav instructed her to hide behind a recliner that he had on the East side of the room. She was to continue making sounds like they were having sex, he told her. Next, he turned off the bedroom lights and crouched down by the closet with a baby Draco in his hands. After a few moments he could hear voices mumbling outside the door. His heart was racing in his chest. Mothafuckas came in his house intending to bring him harm. Pinky was on the other side of the room going at it like she was really being fucked. The room door slowly creaked open, two figures stood in the doorway. Sav wanted to start shooting right then but he knew he had the element of surprise and he couldn’t fuck that up. He had to remain still. As the seconds ticked away his heart beat pounded.
The two figures stepped into the room. Black Rob motioned for D-Roc to hit the light switch. They both had their guns cocked and loaded aimed at the bed. Just as D-Roc reached for the light, Black Rob realized something was wrong. The sounds that he was hearing weren’t coming from the direction of the bed, they were coming from the right side of the room. D-Roc hit the switch, the lights came on in the room. Black Rob and D-Roc were both looking at an empty bed. The moaning was coming from behind the leather chair, but instincts told Black Rob there was danger to the left.
Blaaad! Blaaad! Blaaad!
Sav squeezed the trigger from his crouched position.
Blaaad! Blaaad! Blaaad! As he tapped the trigger the loud sound of the mini Draco echoed throughout the room.
Pinky was scared to death. The sound of the gun going off was the loudest thing she’d ever heard. She was so scared that she didn’t stop making the sex sounds.
Blaaad! Blaaad! Blaaad!
The sounds went off again, terrifying her even more. Her eyes were closed from fear. So, when a hand grabbed her shoulders she jumped and screamed.
“Pinky, Pinky, it’s me! Babe it’s me!” Young Sav called out as he wrapped his arm around her.
Feeling his familiar embrace brought her out of her shocked state. Sav was standing there butt ass naked holding a big ass gun with a smile on his face. Pinky looked over his should and saw two dead bodies laying on the floor by the door, bleeding onto the carpet.
“Come on ma, get dressed. We gotta get outta here!” Sav told Pinky. While she got dressed, he checked the rest of the house. After seeing everything was secure, Sav threw some clothes on and they got out of there.
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“So, what do you think?” Hedgecock asked Sheriff Deputy Laiens.
Laiens was a twelve-year veteran out of San Mateo County. He knew the ropes. He was by the book and still fair. Always understanding and non-judgmental, yet stern when needed.
Hedgecock just asked Laiens his advice on what he should do. LaMont Simpson was checked into San Jose Main Jail on murder charges. No one as of yet knew that Hedgecock was there. If he spoke up, he will get into trouble, but the fact is he knows what happened was self-defense. Simpson will walk.
From what he observed, Hedgecock knew Simpson was guilty of something.
“Well, it’s like this. At the end of the day the decision is yours to make. So, I won’t say what I think you should do. What I will do, and I think you will agree it’s the right thing to do. And that is to ask you did you take an oath to protect and serve and uphold the law? Or to uphold the law when you see fit?” Laiens made a face like, “think on that and took a swig of his beer.
He knew Laiens was right, he just didn’t want him to be.
Laiens saw him getting down about the decision he needed to make, so he figured he’d throw him a line out there.
“Look at it like this, sure he could go down today for the murders, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself because you’ll know that it wasn’t just. If he truly is dirty, you will eventually catch him, and it will be a good collar. Then you’ll celebrate. Shit I’ll buy the booze!”
“So, what did we do to get one of Milpitas finest over on our side? Deputy Myers asked as he pulled up to the table with a Blue Moon in his hand.
“Hey Myers, I’m just picking the old guys brain on something”, Hedgecock responded.
“Must be mighty important to get you to drive all the way over here on a weekday.” Myers was fishing for some information.
“You know that shooting at the funeral a while back?” Hedgecock asked Myers.
“Shit, who doesn’t! They said it was the Korean War out there.” Myers grabbed a handful of peanuts out of the bowl.
Laiens signaled for another round.
“Yeah, well I was out there. I saw the whole thing personally.”
“Get out of here.”
“Serious, even got my car shot up!” Hedgecock loved telling a story. “I was tailing this guy that I suspected to be dirty and he goes to the funeral. So, I’m out in my car, damn near asleep. Then these two vans stop in the middle of the street.” He’s fully animated now.
“All of a sudden, they open up on the funeral-goers as they’re coming out of the church. I’m telling you bullets were flying all over the place. For a minute I actually thought I was going to get shot.”
“Now, that there was something you don’t see every day. I bet my black ass you don’t.” Myers was loving the information and the conversation.
The new round of drinks made it to the table. Hedgecock was so eager to finish talking since he had Myer’s full attention. He didn’t even take a swig.” Let me tell you the most important part. The guy Simpson, it was actually self-defense, not murder.
“Fuck no!” Myers couldn’t believe it. “It always happens that way. Just when you think you got the asshole in your hands, whoops, he wiggles out.” With damn near twenty years in, Myers had seen it all.
“Look at the ass on that waitress! I think I’m having a heart attack.
“Oh yeah brother, that’s nice.” Hedgecock chimed in.
“Deputy 6844, what’s your 20?” Laiens radio interrupted the good time.
“Dispatch 6844 I’m two blocks away from the jail.” Deputy Laiens responded.
“6844 be advised Menlo Park PD and East Palo Alto PD is 10-32 requesting assistance. The situation is 10-18. You are advised to head to the East Palo Alto Police Department and see a sergeant Norris.
“10-4 dispatch. Do we know the nature of the request?”
“That’s affirmative 6844. So far there’s been 15 homicides this morning they know of.”
“Good Lord!” Laiens spoke out. 15 murders yeah it was 10-18 or urgent.
“Okay dispatch I’m 10-17.”
“Uh Myers tell your buddy he’s assigned over there as well.” She was referring to Laiens, his partner in crime.
“10-4 dispatch we are both 10-17.” Myers looked at Laiens waiting for it. It didn’t take long.
“Well it would appear someone is very happy about our boy being shot up.” Laiens had a knack for putting together what happened even before he got on the scene.
This really got Hedgecock attention. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely! They didn’t do the funeral to prove a point or send a message that was pure retaliation. Simpson must be somebody very important. Fifteen murders and it is 11:00 o’clock. This isn’t retaliation. This is clearly annihilation.” He just didn’t realize how close to the truth he really was.
“Come on we better get going.” Myers said as he grabbed another hand full of peanuts and stood up, Laiens stood up as well.
“Hey, you guys mind if I tag along?” Something was telling Hedgecock to tag along. Somehow, he knew it was all connected.
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(East Palo Alto)
Sergeant Norton couldn’t believe what kind of day it turned out to be. He started off working a double the night before and then all the killings started. Being Senior officer, it was a given that he would be called to stay and help get to the bottom of what’s going on, or at least try to make some sense of it all. 22 homicides in one day was fucking ludicrous. This must be some type of gang war because all the victims were kids and young adults. It seems like just when you thought it was all over another call would go out at one time. East Palo Alto’s homicide division only consisted of four detectives and two officers. They were not prepared for this.
And if that wasn’t bad enough this was turning out to be one of the hottest summers the Bay Area has seen this decade. Today it was 105 degrees. A fucking furnace. Sgt. Norton was finishing up his last report and was getting ready to head home to a hot bath and some much-needed sleep, but something just kept nagging at him at one of the crime scenes, it was at the house of a kid named Radolpho Jenkins. He was known in the streets as Roscoe. Norton knew that if he didn’t satisfy the curious itch then it would tug on him all night. Hungry, overworked and tired he got into his car and drove to the location.
Past the caution tape, through the front door Sgt. Norton went. The smell of blood was overwhelmingly strong. In total four people were found dead in the house. There was so much blood in the house. The mother was found first. She was on the living room couch with her head blown off.
The girlfriend must have been alarmed by the gun shot and came out of the shower to investigate. Her naked body lay in the threshold of the bathroom still wet. There six bullet holes in the bathroom door indicating Roscoe laid in wait for an ambush. One that apparently failed he was shot twenty-five times. Next to his body was a six-year-old boy. One shot through the face.
Norton looked over the room Roscoe was found in for the tenth time. Whistling “My Girl” by the Temptations while he processed everything. Whistling helped him think, helped him tap into his analytical mind. He let his eyes slowly drift over every inch of the room. He didn’t see anything yet.
His instincts were screaming. He scanned the room a second time. Again nothing. Wait. There it is; the dresser top. It’s a different shade than the rest of the dresser. The difference is barely noticeable. Hell, Norton missed it along with the rest of the detectives. He put on a pair of gloves and tested the top; it moved. He carefully lifted the top of the long dresser and flipped it over.
On the bottom side of the top was some type of plans, a list, what looked to be a map and a bunch of other stuff. The problem is it was
all written in some weird language or code. There was only one thing that was legible out of everything. In red marker, all capital letters were written NEVA DIE! It had a black bull’s-eye drawn over it. Who or what was Neva Die? Was it some type of rival gang or a group of drug dealers? Could Neva Die be responsible for all the killings today?
Norton had to find out what Neva Die was. He was getting ready to flip the top back over when he saw something. He bent down to look closer. There was a faint line. He followed it. There was another one. He followed that one. Four perfectly straight lines with 90-degree angles. It was some type of trap door. He pressed until he got it open. It was a stack of polaroid’s. A couple of buildings, a nice house, a woman, two kinds, then there was one of the murder suspect LaMont Simpson. A few more of him and some other people. This had to be Neva Die.
The photos had to be some sort of surveillance. Then Norton flipped another photo and hit the jackpot. It was taken in front of the popular club Carsjanae’s. There were perhaps fifty or sixty people. Simpson was in the center standing next to the cop killer, Thomas Smith, and embracing him. This was big. This was very big! He bagged the photos in a plastic evidence bag and headed towards the front door. He was so excited he didn’t even notice that something was out of place. Someone was sitting on the couch in the same exact spot as Mama Jenkins dead body was.
“You know cop. I’m willing to bet this is one time you wish you would’ve said excuse me.” 9mm with silencer in hand, Batman had his hand in his lap, gun pointed at Norton.
It took Norton a few moments before he realized who the man on the couch was. But three bullets crash landed into his chest before he could speak. His body fell into the wall before sliding down to the ground. He was dead. Batman shot him twice in the head anyway.
Earlier that day Batman just happened to be in P.A. seeing his mother-in-law. After he left her job on Pulgas, he decided to go to Three Brothers Tacos. It just so happened Detective Norton hadn’t had time to get anything to eat much less take a break that morning. So, he rushed over to Three Brothers Tacos for a quick bite on the run. To say that he was pissed was an understatement. Also, he was going on thirty-six hours straight working. He grabbed his food and rushed to get to the next call. Not paying attention to where he was going caused he was trying to get his keys out of his pocket. He ran right into this middle-aged brother who was coming into the restaurant.
