“Bet that, I will holla.”
“True dat,” Turk said, as he pulled his black hoodie from his closet.
Pinky sang Jeezy’s “Thug Motivation” verse by verse in route to the hotel room. She smiled, thanking God for the trick nigga Cash.
Chapter 60
The next morning Bay Bay’s death was the talk of the prison. A lot of his crew had come together to avenge his death but they wasn’t for sure who was behind his murder.
Real got ready for war as soon as he raised up out of the bed. He grabbed his tool from the heater where it had been hid every since he left. Putting on his state jacket and skull cap he tucked the shank in his waist and headed downstairs.
“126 bottom to the barbershop,” Real gave the old white gay officer that was working the dorm his room number and bunk location so he could sign him out to the barbershop.
“They ain’t called barbershop yet,” the gay officer said, like an agitated female.
“I need to go get me a haircut for my visit this weekend! They don’t never call us!” Real snapped. “Just sign me out to the store,” Real said trying to get out of the dorm by any means.
“Haven’t called store either,” the gay officer said, rolling his eyes.
Just as Real was about to snap the dorm intercom sounded.
“Store call for the east yard! East yard report to the store,” the officer in main control screamed over the loud speakers.
“Sign me out, 126 bottom.,” Real said as he stepped outside of the dorm door and onto the compound.
Just as Real was making his way down the sidewalk he saw Tino coming out of the hole with about ten other inmates. Glad to see Tino he rushed over and gave him some dap.
“What’s up bro! Free at last!” Real said as he helped Tino carry his property to his assigned dorm.
“Not for long, these bitch niggas got to pay. As soon as I can grab my piece we going to crank this bitch up I’m going to make sure they put me on the bus. I’m ready to leave this bitch anyway,” Tino said with malice as him and Real reached his dorm.
While Real waited in the doorway Tino put his property in his room and made a stop in one of his long time Mexican friend’s room. He adjusted the eight inch razor homemade knife that he had under his shirt as he exited back out the room.
“We going to hit the west yard first and holla at my nigga Yaki, he riding with us,” Tino said as they walked briskly across the yard.
“Bet,” Real said with nothing but killing on his mind.
Real had lost everything that meant something to him. Right now he didn’t care if he lived or died, he felt as he had nothing to live for. As him and Tino walked across the yard to their surprise Yaki was coming through the gate with a couple of his goons in tow.
“Bro! Nigga we was just on the way over to holla at you. We ‘bout to set this bitch off. Oh, this my nigga Real, the one they pulled that on,” Tino said as they pulled over into the corner by the gate.
“What up fam,” Yaki said with a heavy southern drawl.
“What up bro,” Real replied looking up at the muscle bound giant of a man that had tattoos all over his face.
“Where these bitches lay? It’s time to do what it do,” Yaki called out alerting the two menacing men that never spoke only followed him.
“The nigga Scram and Third Born is in H-building. OG is in J-building. They the main ones behind this shit! If any one of their banger bitches step up we laying them flat,” Tino spat as they started in H-building direction.
“Old man Reddick working the building you know he love them Georgia Bulldogs, Lil Doodie pull him out and keep his busy so we can get by him,” Yaki told his lil goon.
As they reached the dorm old man Reddick was standing in the doorway chewing on some tobacco. Lil Doodie pulled up on him and started barking like a dog.
“What about them dogs!” Doodie called out as he got up and close to the officer.
“Yeahhhh doggie! Them dogs did it again! Boy you too young to really know about them dogs,” Reddick called out stepping outside the dorm on the sidewalk.
“What! Man I go way back! All the way back to them Hershel Walker days,” Doodie said trying to hold the officer’s attention.
“You might know a lil something. Did you see them light up Georgia Tech,” Reddick asked now fully engulfed in the conversation.
Officer Reddick was so caught up in the football conversation that he didn’t notice the four men walk into his dorm. As the men walked across the floor they asked where Scram was but before anyone could answer Tino spotted him sitting upstairs on a trashcan outside his room door listening to his CD player. Scram didn’t notice the men until they were running up the steps in his direction.
“Shit!” Scram called out as he snatched off his CD player headphones and tried to run.
Real reached out and grabbed him as he tried to get away. Just as Real was grabbing him Yaki was pulling his ice pick out. Real wrapped his arm around Scrams neck and threw him around like a rag doll. Yaki didn’t waste time sticking him in the chest, neck, and face as Real held him wide open for the punishment.
“No..Plea...Ahh!” Scram tried to scream but Real’s hold wouldn’t permit.
The whole dorm looked on in surprise. Third Born stepped out of his room to see what all the commotion was about. At first sight Tino wasted no time rushing him. As soon as Third Born saw what was going on, he tried to step back in his room and close the door. It was too late, Tino had caught him before he could get away.
“Smack!” Tino slapped him first just to get his attention.
“Please! I’m sorry,” A scared Third Born yelled as he shook uncontrollably.
As he screamed out Tino pulled his knife. Yaki’s other goon beat Tino to the punch as he hit Third Born with his homemade tool in the neck and head repeatedly. As soon as Third Born hit the floor Tino kicked and stomped him in the face. He laid there in a puddle of blood shaking as they stepped around him.
Real and Yaki had did the muthafucker to Scram. He had holes in so many places it would take forever to plug him up. Real and Yaki calmly walked back down the stairs as Tino and Yaki’s goon followed. Seeing old man Reddick still caught up in the football conversation they eased back out in route to see OG. Lil Doodie cut the conversation off suddenly and followed.
“The bitch Miss Johnson working the dorm I got her,” Real said as he pulled up first.
“What up lady I still got that, shit got crazy but as soon as I get back situated I’m going to hit you,” Real said in a cool tone.
“Yeah ok I heard about what happened,” she replied still drunk over the man that stood before her.
“Look we need to holla at my people OG for a second,” Real told her not giving her a chance to refuse as they all entered the dorm.
Tino knew exactly where OG room was being that he used to be in this same dorm. As they walked through the dorm they saw a lot of officers running to H building with a medical cart following. Knowing that their time was limited they pounced on OG’s room.
OG was laying in the bed half sleep when he door flew open. Turning over to see who was coming in his room he was hit square in the face by Yaki.
“Ahh! Wha..! Sto..!” He stuttered as Real moved in and snatched him out the bed and slammed him against the locker in the small confined room.
“What’s up young blood! Please yall don’t hurt me! The Chaplain put the hit out!” OG screamed like a bitch.
All the men in the room looked at each other at the mention of the Chaplain.
“What the fuck you mean the Chaplain?” Real spat as he wedged his forearm in OG’s neck.
“Man I swear the chaplain giving a half million for yo life ! He pulled me and…”
That’s all Real needed to hear. He knew who was in contact with the Italians. Releasing OG from his forearm grip he stepped back as Tino pulled up on OG with his knife in hand. Real heard the man scream as Tino and Yaki went to work on him with their tools. Real rushed by Mi
ss Johnson who tried to stop him to talk.
“I will get at you tonight,” Real lied as he rushed out the dorm in route to the chaplains office.
The whole compound was going crazy. After Yaki, Tino and the goons exited OG’s room with blood covered clothes Miss Johnson got on her radio and called a 10/10 knowing what had just happened.
The compound was in an uproar. Lockdown was called as officers from everywhere rushed J building. It wasn’t enough medical personnel to handle all the bloodshed. Just as Tino, Yaki and the two goons were headed across the yard the CERT team pounced on them after seeing all the blood on their clothes. They knew then that they had their men.
“Get down now!” They yelled as they rushed them in the middle of the yard.
To their surprise the men didn’t get down instead they pulled their weapons and went full blast at the approaching officers.
Chapter 61
“Knock! Knock!”
Cash jumped up off the hotel room bed and peeked out of the curtain. He saw it was Pinky all dressed up in pink Baby Phat gear.
“What up sexy,” Cash said as he opened the door to let her in.
“Hey,” Pinky said as she stepped into the room with a bottle of Remy tucked in her arm. “Damn that sticky all in the air, pass it nigga,” Pinky demanded playfully as she sniffed the air.
“I was just about to roll another blunt. Here you take care of that while I fix this Remy up,” Cash said passing her the bag of weed and blunts while grabbing the bottle from her.
After thirty minutes of drinking and smoking Cash and Pinky were high as a kite and feeling real good. Cash wasted no time reaching over grabbing on the thick fine Pinky.
“Hold up where the money for my rent?” Pinky slurred as she grabbed Cash hand.
“Damn shawty you tripping on that lil money, I got you,” Cash spat, as he resumed his fondling.
“Where the money!” Pinky snapped this time causing Cash to get mad.
Jumping up out of the bed Cash reached under the bed and grabbed the whole bag of money.
“Bitch I got money! Matter of fact here go a stack extra!” Cash screamed as he threw a wad of money at a now satisfied Pinky.
“Damn nigga quit tripping and come get this pussy!” Pinky screamed calming Cash down watching him slide the money back under the bed.
Cash wasted no time getting him and Pinky naked. Disregarding a rubber he dived into Pinky’s dripping wet pussy raw with no regards. Cash pinned her legs back and fucked Pinky like a mad man. He gripped her c-cups tight while he hopped up and down inside the screaming, hurting Pinky. Cash didn’t know the meaning of gentle. Pinky screamed to the top of her lungs when Cash thrusted his rock hard dick into her ass unannounced. Cash put his hand over her mouth while he fucked her hard in the ass. Seeing the white girl claw at the bed and screaming turned Cash on. The alcohol and weed had Cash zoned out; so zoned out that he didn’t hear Turk at the door.
Turk tried the knob but saw the door was locked. Listening in he heard a female yelling. Then he heard Cash. Turk knocked harder this time getting Cash’s attention.
“Hold up!” Cash screamed knowing it was Turk coming for the dope.
Turk didn’t respond he just stood at the door patiently waiting. He decided not to enter the room at all because the woman would be a potential witness to what he was about to do to Cash. Turk would wait for Cash to open the door and blow him away with the pistol grip pump. As Cash got out the bed he told Pinky to get the door.
Cash pulled two kilos from the bag of dope he had wedged under the bed. Pinky pulled on his long T-shirt and headed to the door to let the unexpected visitor in. Just as Pinky pulled the door open a loud blast sounded. When Cash looked up he saw half of Pinky’s head explode.
“Shit!” Cash yelled as he jumped across the bed and grabbed his pistol.
Pinky’s perfect body crumpled to the floor lifeless with her brains hanging out. Cash came up blasting refusing to be a statistic but Turk was long gone. Turk cursed himself for reacting so quickly, he was sure that Cash would open the door. Turk now had to regroup and lay low until it was time to strike again.
Cash was going crazy. He packed up all the money and dope and ran out the hotel room. He fumbled with his keys as he got in the car. He sped out of the parking lot and into the busy street. As he rode down the main road he tried to figure out Turk’s position. After dismissing the thought, he put his plan together to kill Turk. Pulling up at the stop light Cash took a deep breath. Just as he was about to pull off his passenger side window shattered. The buck shots from the twelve gauge entered the car striking him all at once. The pain was unbearable. Cash was barely living when he heard another blast. Everything went dark.
Turk had decided to lay on Cash. He knew Cash would come out the hotel sooner than later. Pulling out the parking lot behind him he waited for the perfect time to finish the job. Now that Cash was taken care of he could rest. It was hard for him to sleep knowing the wanna be slick ass Atlanta nigga had got down on him.
Chapter 62
Real reached the chaplains office and walked right in. The chaplain knew what Real was there for as soon as he saw him enter.
“There’s no need for violence please let me explain.” The chaplain said calmly hoping to keep Real at ease.
“You right but you playing by my rules now. I know you in contact with the people that want me dead. There’s only one condition that I don’t kill you right here and now. I want you to call the Italians and tell them I’m dead and to deposit the money into this account.” Real said as he scribbled his offshore account number down that he kept hidden for emergencies.
“I can’t lie to…”
Before he could get his words out Real was on him with the shank pointed at his neck.
“Ok! Ok!” The chaplain said as he picked up the phone.
Two minutes later he was reading off the account number to the Michael. Michael smiled as he hung up the phone with the chaplain and called Angelo.
“Mission complete!” Real is dead and I just texted you the account to deposit the money.” Michael said excitedly happy to have carried out the bosses order.
“Good job Michael, now I know my uncle can rest in peace.”Angelo said as he hung up the phone.
Angelo was now satisfied that revenge had been administered. His man Blanco had been paid off for his work on Constance and now he was about to deposit the money for the work on Real. Angelo smiled as he kicked his feet up on the desk and pulled a Cuban cigar from his jacket pocket.
* * * * *
Real waited for the Chaplain to hang up the phone before he finished him off. The chaplain lifeless body was found the next day with a shank hanging out his neck. After the altercation and stand-off, Tino, Yaki, and the goons were transferred to a maximum security lockdown unit . Real slipped through the cracks but was still transferred a week later to a minimum security prison where he plotted his revenge on the Italians and B-low.
A month after arriving at the minimum security prison the counselor called Real into her office and handed him an envelope. Pulling out the letter and reading it made Real smile.
“Congratulations! I don’t want to see you back.” The counselor told Real as he read his early release papers. Real smiled thinking about the killing that was about to take place in the cities of Atlanta and Miami.
PART THREE
THE REVENGE
Chapter 63
After getting out of prison Real pulled all the money from his offshore account, moved into a spacious one bedroom loft in downtown Atlanta and bought him a two year old Dodge Charger. He was not concerned with all the luxuries he risked his life for before prison, all he lived for now was revenge.
Pulling up outside his new residence he grabbed the chrome desert eagle that he had recently purchased from one of his old underground connects and tucked it in his waistline. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call as he exited the car, the person on the other line answered in the first ring.
“Hello?”
“You find out where he at?” Real asked the man on the other end of the phone.
“Not yet, but I will be in touch,” the man replied and hung up the phone.
Real had been out of prison three weeks now and was tired of waiting on his so called connects to locate the people on his list. He was pretty sure he could track the Italians down with no problem but he would save them for last. Right now, all he wanted was Cash-the snitch and his disloyal lieutenant B-low.
Walking in the house Real went over his plans again; he knew everything had to be done right if he didn’t want to return to prison. He pulled out a bag from under the kitchen counter and sat it on the table. The bag contained a black ski mask some black gloves a Kevlar vest and a pair of black army boots, everything he needed to make the people on his list disappear. Real was going to comb the streets of Atlanta every night until they all was located and taken care of then he would end his mission in Miami.
Real often times thought about his baby girl Constance, the only woman he’d ever loved. Constance wasn’t like any of the other females he’d met. She was different, and very special. The thing that attracted Real to her was an unseen beauty she possessed inside; a purity he’d longed for, this was his “wifey”. Constance gave him hope, she brought out a special side of him—a side of himself he didn’t know existed, a side that he only shared with her. The thought of Constance and all his happiness being gone was like his heart had been snatched out of his chest. Knowing the men who’d done this caused Real to feel so enraged; he was a walking time bomb just waiting to explode and cause major damage on any and everybody involved in taking his sweet angel away from him, he didn’t care his heart was gone he had no feelings he only wanted revenge and he could taste it. He looked up to the heavens every night and promised her that the person responsible for her death would be found and punished. Real was pretty sure the Italians were responsible, but he knew B-low and Cash were the ones that caused all of his pain. Cash set Real up to go to prison; which took him away from Constance. B-low tried to push up on her causing her to leave the house in the middle of the night while she had killers looking for her. Real held them just as responsible as the man that committed the actual murder. Real pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket and examined the contents. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and stuck it in the bag, when he pulled the knife out of the bag it had a small mountain of the white powder sitting on it. Real leaned over and sniffed the powder off the knife in one long heave. He leaned back in the chair and looked up.
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