* * * * *
B-low hated to have to give Real the bad news after he promised Real that he would keep Constance safe. He had no way of getting in contact with Real but he knew in due time Real would get in contact with him to find out why he hadn’t heard from Constance.
Putting the Constance situation in the back of his mind B-low pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called Juan at his clothing store that was located in the affluent area of Jacksonville.
“Hey Juan I need to grab ten outfits do you have a size ten in stock?” B-low asked talking in codes.
“Yeah my friend just come on down to the store and I will take care of you,” Juan said as he did a quick count in his head of the kilos he had stashed in his warehouse.
“Do you have them in stock or am I going to have to wait for them to be delivered?” B-low asked hoping that they were on hand.
“We have them in stock just come on down,” Juan said, assuringly.
“Ok. I am on my way,” B-low told him as they ended the call thinking about the seven hour drive to Florida.
B-low had been doing big numbers in the dope game since Real was gone. He knew he owed all his fame and fortune to Real. He hated he had let him down with Constance. B-low went down to his office opened the safe and grabbed eight stacks of the neatly wrapped money. A few minutes later he was on his way out to Juan’s store in Jacksonville. He promised himself this was his last time riding dirty, he would find him a mule as soon as he returned to the city.
Chapter 56
“Man this shit here is that straight flake! Fish scales bro,” Cash told Turk as they stood in the empty sports bar looking over the twelve kilo’s of fake cocaine stacked up on the tournament size pool table.
“You said you had me a good tag on ‘em, what we talking?” Turk asked thinking about the profits he was about to make off the bricks.
“For you since you since this is your first time shopping with a nigga give me sixteen a brick. I know you can’t beat that nowhere,” Cash said with assurance.
“I can’t complain, give me a minute,” Turk said as he headed back to his office to get the money.
Thoughts of just taking Turk for the whole bag crossed Cash’s mind but he quickly dismissed the thought. It was time to lay the pistol down and get back into the streets with his work.
A few minutes later Turk returned with a bag of money.
“Here you go all to the penny,” Turk told Cash as he handed Cash the money and grabbed the bricks off the pool table and placed them one by one in his office closet.
They both wasn’t worried about counting the money or testing the dope. They both knew each other’s reputation so they knew bad business was a death sentence.
After making the sale Cash jumped in the car with the bag of money and headed back out to his hotel room. It felt good to Cash to be officially back in the game. He pulled up into the hotel parking lot, grabbed the bag and headed in.
“Damn I love the game,” Cash said calmly to himself as he pulled a neatly rolled blunt from his pocket and laid back on the bed.
He still didn’t realize that he had just sold Turk, a straight up killer twelve bricks of fake cocaine.
* * * * *
“This is that straight flake! Fish scale,” Turk told Junebug-one of Macon’s biggest dealers and most treacherous man, mimicking Cash’s words.
They sat in Junebug’s car customization shop discussing a fair price for five bricks.
“Fuck with me on this five and I will come back with extra on the next play,” Junebug demanded more than asked trying to intimidate young Turk.
“Nah bro, you get what your money can buy. I’m already giving you a killer price,” Turk replied not one bit scared of the man that sat in front of him with the bad reputation.
Junebug leaned back in the hard steel chair and smiled.
“Aight lil nigga give me three,” Junebug said impressed with Turk’s firm stand.
“Money first,” Turk said as he got up to get the bricks.
Junebug smiled.
“Give me a minute,” Junebug said as he walked to his back office and then returned a few minutes later with the money.
Turk and Junebug went through this same thing every time they meet for a sale. Turk never gave in and Junebug always tried to intimidate Turk.
“Good deal,” Turk said reaching for the bag of money.
“Slow your roll,” Junebug said pulling the bag of money back. Where’s the product.”
“Coming right up,” Turk said as he went out to his truck and retrieved three kilo’s from the bag that contained several kilos.
“Red tape?” Junebug said looking over at the bricks that were not wrapped like his usual buy.
“Yeah, new product.”
“Cut it open,” Junebug demanded looking at the unfamiliar wrappings.
“No problem,” Turk said as he used the pocket knife that was attached to his key chain to split the red tape that concealed the cocaine.
After Turk cut the kilo open, Junebug walked over to inspect it closer. Looking at the texture of the package made Junebug double take. Then the aroma it gave off was not a cocaine smell, it smelled like biscuits. The package contained flour and a unfamiliar substance. Seeing the fake dope Junebug swung without warning hitting Turk in the face. The blow took Turk totally by surprise but he saw the same thing Junebug saw, a fake kilo.
Turk stumbled backwards, reached in his waist and pulled out his glock. As Junebug charged him, he let off two shots hitting Junebug in the chest. Seeing Junebug go down, he hurried to remove all traces of himself from the shop. On the way out the door he looked back at Junebug lifeless body and cursed out loud.
“Bitch nigga you mine!”
All the way back out to his spot all Turk thought about was murdering Cash.
Chapter 57
The doctors had cleared Real to leave and he was immediately transported back to GSCP by the two officers in a white DOC van. Arriving back at the prison Real was taken to ID so he could be reassigned housing and issued linen and his property.
“Damn son you fucked with the wrong nigga,” The baldhead, fat, black ID officer joked looking at Real’s bandages.
“Naw the wrong nigga done fucked with me,” Real spat as he the officer walked to the back to get Real’s property.
“Aight here you go. Get you a mattress and pillow from the first holding tank,” the officer instructed as Real loaded his property onto the cart on wheels.
“What building I’m going to?” Real asked.
“It’s your lucky day, you going back to your same room,” the officer replied as he handed Real a combination lock and I D.
Real rolled the cart out of the I D room and out onto the compound. As he headed to his building he looked around for the man that attacked him. As Real went through the gate he looked over at the spot that still had signs of his and Bay Bay’s blood splatter, he instantly became enraged.
On the ride back from the hospital is when he found out his friend’s fate. Bay Bay was dead. As Real rolled the cart down the walk thinking about Constance and Bay Bay he transformed into a mad man with nothing to lose. Real couldn’t believe that his baby girl was gone. His eyes watered as he descended the sidewalk. As he reached the hole building he heard someone calling his name.
“Real! Real,” Tino called out from the backyard where he was caged in.
Real was snapped out of his trance when he heard his name being called.
“Yeah bro!” Real yelled through the crack in the cement wall that separated them.
“You aight? I got the word on everything! I know it’s going to be hard but just lay low bro. I just found out they fucked up my D.R. I will be out tomorrow we going to see bout them bitch ass niggas!” Tino screamed as he paced around the cage like a savage beast.
“Real talk bro! Bay Bay’s gone my nigga,” Real said in a sad tone.
“What? They killed your lil homie! Bro just go lay low til tomorrow. I’m
going to send your business by the orderly. I will get at you tomorrow,” Tino yelled surprised at the news of Bay Bay’s death.
He had heard Bay Bay was killed the night it happened. He was even told Real was dead too but he knew rumors floated around prison like they floated around a beauty salon, nigga’s was worse than bitches with the rumors.
“Aight,” Real said, as he continued on to his dorm.
As he passed the buildings on the way to his building inmates was pointing and talking. Just as he rounded the corner he saw the old gang banger they referred to as OG.
“What up player?” OG asked as Real pushed the cart on by him and Third Born whom Real did not recognize from the night of the assault.
“What up?” Real replied, as he walked on by still looking around for the man that attacked him.
Reaching his building he guided the cart with his belongings through the door and positioned it at the bottom of the steps and unloaded his property. A few guys came over and helped him take his stuff to his room.
Chapter 58
The most expensive clothes hung from the racks of Juan’s exclusive clothing store that was located in the wealthiest part of Jacksonville, Florida. Juan made a few calls right after getting off the phone with B-low. Juan had the whole south on lock, if you was moving any kind of drug more than likely it came from Juan.
The federal agent posing as a customer took pictures of Juan, his store, and a few customers. Juan had been under federal investigation for years now. The feds had been trying to pin his father Pablo for some time now but they could never get a guilty verdict on the old man. They knew his son wouldn’t be so clever. The new generation was not as careful as the old. They tapped in on Juan’s cell phone on numerous occasions and also took pictures of him out partying with his buyers. The feds loved how sloppy the new generation played the game, it made their job real easy.
* * * * *
After getting all his property to his room, Real made up his bed and laid down for a minute to think. He was glad the room was still empty so he wouldn’t have to be bothered with a roommate trying to talk and kick it. He pulled the door closed and pulled out his photo album that contained his and Constance’s pictures. As he laid on the bed and flipped through the pictures his heart got heavy. Tears flowed down his face as he stared at his baby Constance smiling and hugging him outside of the house. Real had not shed a tear since childhood but now he couldn’t stop them. He promised Constance someone would pay for her murder.
Hours later there was a knock at Real’s door.
“Yeah!” Real screamed angrily as he laid on his bunk in total darkness.
“The nigga that work the hole told me to get this to you, it’s from Tino,” the familiar voice said outside the door, as a potato chip bag wrapped up tight was slid under Real’s door.
“Appreciate that Dread,” Real replied as he grabbed the bag off the floor that contained his cell phone and a note from Tino.
Real wasted no time clicking on his light and reading the note.
Say bro, make sure you hit me and let me know you got your flop and this kite. Man I know who got at you and why. Them bangers was offered big money to off you bro and I ain’t talking ‘bout no couple stacks. A half million bro straight up and this comes from a reliable source that’s affiliated with the bangers. They sent they lil mission man Scram at you, the other two nigga’s was Third Born and Kyle. I hit my patna on the other side and he ready to ride on these bitches as soon as I get out the hole which should be tomorrow. Bro get tooled up and ready to ride, it’s time to teach these niggas a lesson the A-town way! Yeah and the old nigga OG is the head man, yeah we got to see him too. Get at me though I’ll holla.
Real was surprised at the news of the hit. He knew that kind of money had to be from the cartel. The same men that just had his baby Constance killed. Real wasn’t going to waste any time trying to figure it out he had made up his mind to just fuck up everyone of the niggas that looked to collect for his life. OG was at the top of the list.
He unwrapped his cell phone and pushed the power button. As the phone came on the message icon popped up letting him know he had several unheard messages. He knew before he listened to them that they were all from Constance. The first one was just her telling him to call her and that she loved him. Hearing her voice made his heart heavy. He clicked the light off and laid back on the bed. After listening to the first message he pressed four to skip to the next. Real was stunned as he listened in closely to the next message…
Real! this nigga B-low tried to force himself on me baby! I’m so tired of this shit please call me! I left I’m walking down his street now waiting on a cab. I’m scared baby! I started to call the police but I know that was out of the question. I need to talk to you baby! I want you home! I’m just going…Who are you! Please leave me…Ah! No!…Ah! Please! Ah!…
Real heart sank as he listened to the man kill his baby girl. His eyes watered as his grip on the phone tightened. He couldn’t control his tears as he laid in the bed he let out a loud scream that woke up most of the men in the dorm. He slammed the cell phone against the wall causing it to shatter in to pieces and slammed his fist into the thin mattress over and over again. Real promised death to the Italians responsible for Constance murder and planned to make B-low pay with his life as well. Real was not the same man he was when he came in, he was now about to show muthafuckers his true self, starting with the niggas tomorrow on the yard!
Chapter 59
B-low hated to make the trip to Florida but it was a must. He hated to have to ride dirty all the way back to the A but he knew that sometimes you had to get down and dirty and go against the grain for the fast money. Seeing the constant traffic he knew he would not make it before night fall. He picked up his phone and dialed Juan number.
“Yeah,” Juan answered knowing it was B-low.
“Traffic crazy I’m going to be running late. I will call you from my hotel room tomorrow and let you know when I’m on the way,” B-low explained.
“Ah man I had reserved you a spot at one of my good friend’s party tonight! A lot of pretty women are going to be keeping us company all night,” Juan said with emphasis.
“I hate to miss out just give me the ups on the next one,” B-low said sticking by his rules, never mix business with pleasure.
“Ok B just call me tomorrow when you are on your way,” Juan said as they ended the call.
As B-low rode down the highway he thought back on the day Real agreed to put him on. He so much regretted his actions of the night of Constance’s death. He swore off the pills and alcohol for good for the effect they had on him. Riding through South Georgia he came up with a plan. He was going to grab a couple more million out the game, start him a construction company and lay back. The stress of the game had really taken a toll on him.
* * * * *
Cash laid up in the hotel room high and horny. He thought about Lace for a minute then pictured her dead, all burnt up in the apartment bed with Black Bean. Quickly dismissing the thought he picked up the phone and called this white stripper named Pinky that was built like a sister with hips and ass for days that he had met the other night at the club.
“What’s up Miss Lady?” Cash said as she answered the phone looking to get Pinky to his room for the night.
“What’s up? Who this?” Pinky asked as she pushed her Beamer down the highway in route to the cush trap.
“This Cash, from the club the other night,” Cash said all cool and calm high off the weed.
“Oh yeah, hey what’s going on?” Pinky asked thinking back on the other night when she met the too ugly ass trick that called himself Cash.
“Shit just chilling. Trying to see what you getting into tonight.”
Pinky had heard this line plenty of times before. She knew this nigga was trying to fuck so she played right along now determined to get in Cash pockets.
“I got to go shake my ass at this fuck ass club tonight, rent due and my shoe fetish d
one set me back like hell,” Pinky lied as she bobbed her head to the Young Jeezy blasting from her car speakers.
“Shiiiit…look this the move, come on out to the Super 8 on MLK and I’ll take care of your rent,” Cash said hoping the thick, fine, white Pinky would agree.
“Man my rent 1500 dollars,” Pinky said then paused to see how Cash would reply.
Cash knew she was lying but he was set on getting some of Pinky tonight.
“No problem I got you. I am in room 241,” Cash said nonchantly, as he reached over and grabbed his sack of purp off the hotel room nightstand.
“Ok that’ll work—you drinking on something?” Pinky asked, knowing she would have to be drunk and high to fuck ugly ass Cash.
“Nah, pickup a bottle of that Remy. I got some killer purp already,” Cash said calmly, but really feeling the effects of the purp.
“Ok, I am on my way,” Pinky said exiting the highway and changing directions in route to the liquor store, then off to the hotel for the night.
Cash was laid up in the hotel room waiting for Pinky when his phone rang.
“Yeah,” Cash answered not recognizing the number on the caller display.
“What up G, you played the wrong nigga now…”
“Who’s this? What the fuck you talking ‘bout. This is Turk?”
“Nigga you know…”
“Boy, I told you that was that thang! I know you ready to grab a couple more of that good shit,” Cash said with emphasis, so high he missed Turk’s threat.
Turk was confused but decided to play along. As Cash talked he got madder by the seconds, he really felt this Atlanta nigga Cash thought he was slow.
“Nigga, how you know? Boy I need two more right now. I know it’s late but I got to make this lick. Nigga’s hitting me with twenty nine a piece,” Turk lied as he held his breath hoping Cash would bite.
“Nigga you fam its all good just come by the Super 8 on MLK, I’m in room 241. I will have you ready,” Cash said eagerly not trying to miss no money.
“Aight, I will be out there,” Turk replied as he loaded his twelve gauge pistol grip, the one he planned to use to blow Cash head off tonight for almost getting him killed with the fake dope.
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