“Yeah hoe you plotting with this nigga you die with this nigga! I hope the smoke don’t get you before the flames,” Cash said in a sinister tone as he started pouring gas around the room soaking the carpet and bed.
Spreading gas throughout the house, Cash grabbed a page out of the rap magazine that was laying on the table and made his way to the front door. Twisting the paper up, Cash pulled the lighter from his pocket and lit it. Throwing the flaming paper into the middle of the floor Cash slowly stepped out of the apartment into the darkness.
After Cash exited the apartment Lace hastily removed herself from the cord. Smelling the smoke and seeing the flames getting closer she frantically tried to wake Black Bean. Seeing it was no use she climbed out of her bedroom window into the night. When she looked back all she saw was orange flames shooting out of the apartment window. She said a silent prayer for Black Bean as she ran through the pitch black apartment complex plotting revenge.
Chapter 45
“You good?” B-low asked Constance after she got off the phone with Real.
“I ain’t got no choice but to be,” Constance said with disgust as she took in the lavishly decorated guest house.
“My guest house is fit for a queen. I know you use to bigger and better but this is it right now unless you want to stay in my room,” B-low said jokingly, laughing out loud.
Constance rolled her eyes at him and walked off into the guest house bathroom. After inspecting her new living quarters Constance gave B-low a list of things she needed from her place. She felt uncomfortable sending him to get her underclothes and feminine products but he insisted that she stay inside where it’s safe; at least until things calmed down.
“Could you please make sure your movers take it easy with my things and I know what I got I don’t want none of my shit missing,” Constance said forcefully.
“Calm down you ain’t got to worry about none of that. My people are one hundred, they don’t get down like that. You just make sure you write down everything I’m suppose to be getting,” B-low responded with a hint of irritation in his voice.
Constance didn’t respond she just handed B-low the slip of paper that she’d written her list on and walked off towards the guest house kitchen.
“Ain’t no food in there!” B-low screamed as she walked off. “You welcome to hook something up in the main kitchen just make sure you make enough for two,” B-low said as he exited the guest house in route to get Constance belongings and to close her office.
Just as B-low got half way through the house he turned and headed back to the guest house.
“Damn! Your keys and directions would help,” B-low said sarcastically.
“You didn’t ask and I still want the whole Miami story,” Constance said firmly digging in her pocket for her keys and giving him her address.
“That’s what the attitude all about? Look you going to have to holla at Real about that. All I can tell you is that it was a must that we handled the situation. Now we just got to be careful and cautious of all people and surroundings because you never know who is who. Just be cool and let everything die down until we can connect with the people behind this. My job is to keep you alive and I’m going to do it no matter how much attitude you give me,” B-low told her as she handed him her keys.
“I’m cool, this is just…things just going too fast. It’s not you, really…you saved my life today and I appreciate you but…I…I don’t know,” Constance said as she sat down on the arm of the soft money green leather couch.
“You ain’t got to thank me, all I ask is that you just chill and work with me while I keep you safe. Just being straight up, if it wasn’t for Real I wouldn’t be sitting on a seven figure income. Bro really kept it real and gave me a chance in this shit. I gave him my word to keep you safe and that’s what I’m going to do,” B-low explained.
“I really do appreciate your help B-low. I won’t ask you no more I’ll just wait and speak with Real about Miami,” Constance said humbly.
“Thanks. I’m going to make sure you are well taken care. I’m going to get all the stuff you need and make sure everything else is safe in storage,” B-low assured Constance.
“Thanks,” Constance said softly.
“If you really want to show your appreciation you could cook a nigga some real food. Eating all this fast food is going to clog my arteries!” B-low joked as he started for the door.
“I got you,” Constance smiled.
“Deal,” B-low smiled back as he exited the guest house, deep down lusting for the beautiful Constance.
Chapter 46
“Take all flaps down, I need to be able to see in every room! Take the paper out the back window too! Yall see the CERT team coming this way damn!” Miss Johnson yelled as she relieved the previous floor officer.
Miss Johnson was favored by all the inmates around the prison. Miss Johnson was a hood rat in a uniform. She was also a mover and shaker known to mule for the right price. She had befriended Silk, a young player from Atlanta doing life; but after he put their business in the street she cut ties with him. Miss Johnson wasn’t cute or fine she was just a down ass bitch which meant more to the inmates at GSCP than a fat ass and cute face. Having been around for years she knew how to play the game.
“Miss Johnson, where your clipboard at?” asked the CERT team Seargent as he entered the dorm.
“Here you go,” she replied as she handed him the clipboard with the roster of all the inmates in her dorm listed in alphabetical order.
“What was that name again?” The seargent asked the short stocky CERT officer Green.
“Garcia,” Green answered as he surveyed the dorm.
All the inmates was watching and hoping that the CERT team weren’t there for them. After finding the name on the clip board they made way to inmate Garcia’s room. The room in which him and Real shared.
Real watched them out of his cell window come up the steps and head in his direction. He hoped they would bypass his room. A few seconds later they were at his door. Real calmly dropped the cell phone in the toilet and flushed it as they opened his cell door.
“Get on the wall!” The CERT team officer yelled as the other two started searching the room.
Real got on the wall and stood still while he was pat searched. As he was being searched he looked out his door across the range at Garcia looking on intently as they ram shacked the room. After making sure Real was clean they told him to stand outside the door. Pulling everything out of Garcia’s locker, the sergeant found a pack of bugler cigarettes filled with weed.
“Bingo!” The sergeant yelled as the other officers turned their attention to him.
“Let Wells out the hole, his information was correct. Round up Garcia and make sure his property is secure,” The sergeant said as he exited the room with the bugler pack.
“Shit,” Garcia mumbled to himself as he ducked off into his partner Pedilla’s room to stash his phone.
“Everybody lock down!” The CERT officer Green yelled as he surveyed the dorm waiting on Garcia to come to the room. Real stood outside the door as the CERT officers started packing Garcia’s property.
“Garcia?” The CERT officer Green asked as Garcia approached the room.
“Me speak no Engli,” Garcia spat knowing he was on his way to lockdown.
“Yeah whatever. You understand these?” Green asked as he dangled his handcuffs in Garcia face. “Now turn around and put your hand behind your back,” Green said with force as he slightly spun Garcia around and cuffed him.
Real looked on as they packed the rest of Garcia property and lead him out the dorm and to the hole. Before leaving they put Real in the room and locked the door. A few minutes later Miss Johnson started running the locks on the doors letting everybody back out. Before Real could step out the door good Dread was at his door.
“Me phone got to handle me business,” Dread told Real as he looked around to make sure the coast was clear.
“Bro I had to flush the p
hone. What else was I suppose to do they would have found it anyway if I didn’t.” Real told him.
“No man, bad business! You pay me for phone,” Dread said heatedly.
“Bro kill that tone I will get you another phone, but you ain’t gonna make me do shit,” Real fired back getting angry at Dread’s aggression.
“No, no not like that, I just need another one, me low on money! Me can’t afford to buy another,” Dread explained thinking back on the other night when Real put the hands on Slim.
“I got you just hold tight, I’ll have you one by tomorrow,” Real assured him as Miss Johnson headed towards them making her rounds.
“Yall stay slipping around here,” Miss Johnson said as she got up on Real and Dread.
Miss Johnson had her eye on Real since the first day she saw him. She hoped everyday in briefing that they would put her in the dorm with Real. She watched him discreetly as he worked out and mingled around the premises. She saw that he only fucked with a chosen few. She also saw that his right hand man Tino was in the hole. She was mesmerized by Real’s exotic features and his well toned body. Being the boss bitch she referred to herself as she would keep her infractuation to herself.
“Shit happens,” Real said looking at the thick, bad body hood rat up and down knowing she was digging him.
“Yeah it do,” she replied returning Real’s up and down inspection.
“Me holla at you later,” Dread told Real as he walked off after picking up on the discreet flirtatious dialog between the two.
“Yeah I got you,” Real replied as Miss Johnson stood waiting for his attention to revert back to her.
“Where you from?” Miss Johnson asked, already knowing the answer.
“Atlanta,” Real replied looking down at Miss Johnson’s beat up finger nails and kool-aid stained uniform shirt.
“Oh you one of them Atlanta boys huh? How long you got?” Miss Johnson asked placing her foot up on the rail higher than needed trying her best to display her best assets, her funny shaped donkey ass and track runner thighs.
“A few more years, hopefully my lawyer can jump me before then. It’s all good though, one way or the other,” Real said as Miss Johnson sat staring at him.
“You married?”
“Naw, not yet. I’m engaged I got locked up before the wedding,” Real replied, thinking about Constance.
“Dang, sorry to hear that but anyway do you got a phone?” Miss Johnson question caught Real totally off guard.
Real knew she was cool but he also was aware that she had on a correctional officer uniform sworn in by an oath. Real looked at her straight in the eyes and spoke.
“Why? You trying to get a nigga fucked up or something,” Real spat.
“Nigga I ain’t no fuckin police! I’m trying to give you my number,” Miss Johnson fired back as she walked off to let the inmates coming from church in.
Real returned to his room and started cleaning up the mess the CERT team made and thought about Miss Johnson’s interest.
Chapter 47
Later that night B-low returned to the house with the items that were on Constance list. Having been out all day closing up Constance office, moving her stuff out her condo and putting it in storage, had B-low beat.
“This is what I’m talking about,” B-low said looking down at the spaghetti and garlic cheese toast Constance cooked while he was gone.
“You need to do some grocery shopping—this is the last of your ground beef,” Constance told him as she sat opposite him at the custom crafted cherry oak dining room table.
“I’ll remember that. Is that all you need for now?” B-low asked as he watched the beautiful Constance move the fork in and out of her mouth as she ate the spaghetti.
“Yeah that’s cool hopefully I won’t have to be here too long,” Constance said as she bit into the warm, crunchy garlic cheese toast.
“Yeah hopefully I can get to the bottom of this real soon,” B-low said, not sure on the solution to solving the problem with the Italians.
While Constance ate dinner with B-low, across town Blanco called Angelo to update him on the day events.
“She had a fuckin monkey with her, fucker wouldn’t go down,” Blanco said angrily as he sat in his Blazer holding a bandage over his nose.
“I don’t give a fuck if she had twenty monkeys get rid of her!” Angelo screamed into the phone.
“I will take care of her I just have to locate her again,” Blanco assured Angelo as he mapped out his next move.
“She needs to be taken care of within twenty four hours no more excuses!” Angelo screamed and hung up the phone.
Blanco held the damp rag over his face as he navigated the blazer through the city to every location that Constance frequented. His search ended at her condo. Getting out of the blazer in the pitch black night and peeping in her window he saw that her place had been cleaned out. He knew now that locating her was going to be real difficult. Getting back in the truck he sped off into the night.
* * * * *
“Lock down! Lock down!” Mrs. Hall yelled over the dorm loud speaker as she flipped the switch to turn the dorm TV’s off.
Before Miss Johnson left she made her way back up to Real’s room and dropped off her number to him. Real accepted the number only because he knew she would be the perfect way to get what he needed.
“Say bro here you go,” Old Man Stewart, the hole orderly said as he tossed Real a folded up piece of paper. “It’s from Tino he said get at him.”
Real opened up the letter as he stepped inside his room and closed the door. All inmates were to be locked in their rooms at 11:30 during the week and 1:00 on weekends. Real sat on his bed and read the letter…Say bro, I need you to give old man Stewart some batteries and some smokes. I need you to holla at big boy and get that other thing for me too he know what I’m talking ‘bout. Shit crazy bro, they caught a nigga slipping. Make sure you get at the old man with that and soon. I’m straight, I’ll holla. One!
“Lights out!” The officer yelled as she looked through Real’s door window.
Real folded the letter back up cut off his light and laid back in his bunk. Thoughts of Constance consumed him as he drifted off into a light sleep.
Chapter 48
The next day Real got with KP and picked up three phones one for him one for Dread and the one that Tino mentioned in the letter. After dropping Dread his phone off Real got with old man Stewart and dropped him Tino phone, two batteries, and some cigarettes. After making sure the coast was clear, Real headed up to his room to activate his phone unaware that around the prison the gangsters were looking for Richard Walker.
“Say patna you know a Richard Walker?” Scram asked Jay Bird, the medical orderly, hoping he had better luck than OG.
OG had went to I.D yesterday and his I.D connect wasn’t working so now all his gangsters were out looking for Richard Walker aka Real. They were determined to find Real and take him out. The whole time Real never knew his life was in great danger.
“You talking ‘bout Real, the rich nigga from Atlanta that owned that club G-Spot. Yeah that’s BayBay—my roommate partner. He ain’t been here too long. He the one that went hard on Slim and his boy. He in G building I think. I just hooked him up with a soft shoe profile last week. Why? What’s up?” Jay Bird asked knowing Scram was nothing but trouble.
At the mention of BayBay name one of his gang rivals, Scram made sure that he kept his motives under wraps. Scram knew BayBay was a real killer. He also knew that when his friend Real was taken out it would be repercussions. He would consult with OG before he carried out his plan to go solo on Real and kill him.
“Ain’t shit, my people said he was from my spot but they must be talking about somebody else cause you said he from the A,” Scram explained. “I’ll get at ya,” Scram said as he walked off headed to the prison barber shop where OG and the rest of his gangsters congregated.
“Say Boss I just found out who Richard Walker is. He the one who rode on Slim Sh
ady with that boy Tino,” Scram told OG as their whole crew listened in.
“I know who you talking ‘bout that’s BayBay people,” one of the bangers chimed in.
“Look here, we going to lay back and let Scram handle this nigga. We don’t need a war between sets because right now we need to be getting our bread right. Scram catch him on the way from chow tonight he got to come round dead man curve. Make sure you serve him good we going to collect this money,” OG said firmly as the other members listened in.
“I got ya I’m out,” Scram said as he gave the crew the familiar hand movement and dashed off back to his dorm to get ready for tonight.
Real sat locked in his room with the flap up in the front window so no one could see in while he talked to the Verizon operator trying to activate his phone. Thirty minutes later he had a complimentary ten dollar credit and a working line. His first call was to Constance.
“Hello?” Constance answered as she sat in the guest house TV room going through some of her clients’ files while looking at soaps.
“Hey baby. How you doing?” Real asked happy to hear her voice.
“Hey boo! You ok?” Constance asked excited to be talking to Real.
“I’m good baby. This is my new number I picked up my cell phone today. I need you to send old boy six hundred to this info,” Real instructed
“Hold up let me get a pen.”
“Hey boo, I’ll just text it to you.”
“Alright, six hundred? They cost that much?” Constance asked in amazement.
“Naw, I had to flush old boy piece when I talked to you the last time so I grabbed him another one too,” Real told her as he paced his room talking on his new cell phone.
“Ok ill send it this evening. I’ll be down there to see you this weekend too can’t wait! I feel like I’m locked up too. I haven’t left this house in over twenty four hours. B-low said he trying to fix the problem but I ain’t risking it,” Constance said laying the files to the side and laying back on the sofa enjoying her conversation with Real.
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