“What's up, baby?” I answered for Olay on speaker phone.
“Nigga, what? Bring me my son right now, Marshawn!” she yelled at me.
“Not gonna happen. We’re spending quality time.”
“I don't care! Bring me my son!”
“Lower yo’ voice when you talkin' to me, blood,” I checked her. I had to breath deeply and relax myself. I wanted to fix our situation, not make it worse. “I'm bonding with my lil nigga right now, but I'll bring him back on Monday.”
“No, I don't want him out with you while you’re in all this beef that you’re in.” Her voice was much lower.
“He's safe, Olay. I'll protect him. Nothing’s gonna happen to him.”
“Nobody is safe around you. That's how I got shot. And since you’re bonding, why don't you explain to him why his aunty is dead!”
I hung up on her dumb ass. She really hit a sore spot with that line about her getting shot. Just the thought of it got me madder than a muthafucka. I felt like diggin' those pussies back up and shooting their skeletons up!
Didn't I kill them for you? I flashed on Olay in my head. The look my brother had on his face made me wish I didn't answer it on speaker. Fuck!
“Damn, lil' bro. She really trippin' hard body,” Jaxx stated the obvious.
“She just need some more time. She'll come around.” I sounded more confident than I felt.
Her words really cut me deep. It was an edge I'd never heard before. I shook my head in frustration.
“She sounded like a woman scorned if you ask me.”
“She is scorned, nigga. We killed her lil' sister.”
It hurt just to say it aloud. Damn, Falcon. Why you make us do it like that? I warned you. I spoke to her spirit, wishing she'd listened to me.
“Then be careful ' cause she can't be trusted,” he said with a straight face.
My face instantly screwed up at his words. I couldn't believe he'd just said that about her. I felt my anger start to rise.
“What the fuck you mean she can't be trusted, nigga? This Olay we talkin' about.” I let more anger drip off my words than I intended to.
“Don't let your emotions blind you, lil' nigga. This ain't Olay we’re talking about anymore. We’re talking about a woman whose sister you killed. Think about it real long. What would you do? What you expect her to do? Sleep in the same bed like nothin' happened? Nigga, you better open yo’ eyes and listen to her voice.”
He leaned back, inhaling his weed like he was the smartest nigga in the world. His words did make since but not with Olay. She'd been loyal to me since grade school. It hurt my heart to even consider it.
Naw, never that! I shook that dumb shit out my mind. “I hear you bro, but I'm Gucci. She'll never cross the game like that 'cause no matter what. We’re all still family.
“If you say so,” he said real sarcastic-like. “But far as that other shit go, I feel you. But on a business level, I can't hold my shit up for too long. So you got thirty days, then you either gon' have to cop or I'ma sell it somewhere else.”
“Yeah, a'ight.” I stood up more than ready to get up outta his presence. “And if you ever give another nigga my shit, they'd be dead before they could move it.” He smirked at me.
“If you keep that same confidence and urgency, then your enemies will be dead within a week and we won’t have this problem.”
Jaxx was one of those niggaz that had to have the last word. So it was pointless to keep going back and forth with him. I grabbed my son, shook my brother up, and got up outta there.
I ended up taking Mar-Mar to my mother’s house so they could spend some time together. Me and Olay argued again which lead to me hanging up on her again. Jaxx's words started poppin' in my mind about her not being trustworthy, but I blocked them out again. We killed her sister. It was gon' take awhile for her to forgive me. I was just gon' have to soak it up.
Around six o'clock, I took my tired ass son to the whip and headed home. He was snoring within five minutes. I pulled my phone out and recorded him on Snapchat straight curved. His lil' bad ass had the nerve to have his hands in his pants.
I had to shake my head at his resemblance to me. The lil' nigga looked like my twin. Looking at him made me miss his mama like a muthafucka. I sent her a text letting her know that I still loved her.
When I pulled up to my spot, he was still snoring like a bear. I laughed to myself, then carried him inside. Soon as I walked in, the smell of food being cooked made my stomach grumble. It reminded me that I hadn't ate all day. I laid Mar-Mar on the couch and headed for the kitchen.
“Hi, daddy? You’re home hella early.” She was being sarcastic but still smiled at the sight of me.
“You got jokes.” I wrapped her in my arms and gave her a long kiss. “Mar-Mar is sleep on the couch, baby, and I don't need him getting hard over my bitch.” I palmed her ass and massaged it.
Tamia didn't have on nothing but some sexy red panties and a matching bra. Her belly was poking way out just ready to explode at any moment. I dropped to my knees and started kissing my daughter.
“Hi, princess. It's yo’ daddy AKA the real nigga.” Tamia smacked me on the back of my head. “Yo’ mama a hater. I know you’re ready to come outta that nasty place in a few weeks, huh? I love you and can't wait for you to get here, baby.” I kissed her one last time.
“You better stop smacking me.” I smacked her on the ass. “And what you cookin'?”
“Some burritos.” She gripped my dick. “And what's up with this? I need some dick before we eat anything,” she said in her seductive voice. She ended up getting both hands in my pants and started pulling and massaging my meat.
“Stop playin', girl,” I half moaned out.
“I'm not. Now either bend me over this counter right now or I'ma drop to my knees and take my time.”
She stepped back, then pulled her big ass titties out over her bra. I pulled my hoody off and stepped outta my jeans. Tamia smiled at the sight of my meat poking through my briefs. She pulled her panties down, then turned real slow, and leaned over the counter. I stepped up and slid right in.
“Ohh,” she moaned out after the third stroke. That pregnant pussy was hot as fire and wet as a faucet. I knew I wasn't gon' make it too much longer. I sped the pace up and got to pounding her out. I opened her cheeks up so I could get more of the dick in her. That always drove her crazy.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh, it's so big.” She started throwing it back at me. Watching her ass clap was the best sight in the world.
“Yo, like this shit, bitch?” I growled, trying not to bust.
“Oh, yes. I'm cumming.” She started trembling. Music to my ears.
“I'ma bust with you.” I shifted to the next gear and went crazy. The sound of her ass clappin' against my stomach dominated the room. Soon as she went stiff, I started shootin' inside of her.
“Aghh, shit. Agghh,” I growled out. I kept slow stroking her until there wasn't any nut left inside of either of us. “Got damn that pussy was on fire,” I told her while I pulled my pants back up.
“I needed that so bad. Fuck. You needa start coming home early more and get this pregnant pussy before it's over.” She fixed her bra and walked away.
That ain't a bad idea, I thought as I went to wake my son up. My phone went off with a text message from Olay. Don't have my son around that homewrecker.
Whatever, bitch. I put my phone away without even responding.
Monday came around too fast for me and Mar-Mar. I thought real hard about just keeping my lil' nigga and telling Olay to suck my dick but changed my mind. I was the one who had fucked up our relationship up and crushed her sister. So I was gone take Mar-Mar back, but shit was gone have to change far as how often I got to see him.
I'd been more than lenient with her ass due to the circumstances. I pulled up to the Applebee's across the street from the mall around noon. Olay was already waiting on me. She hopped out with an attitude before I could even turn the engine off. She stood there w
ith her arms folded and face screwed up. This bitch. I prepared myself for the inevitable argument.
“There go yo’ mama, Mar-Mar.” I pointed out the window.
“Mama!” he yelled and couldn't get his seat belt off fast enough.
He was outta the backseat before I could open my door. I sat there watching him run to Olay in happiness and then her picking him up and planting kisses all over his face. I knew I'd made the right decision by bringing him to her. I hopped out and walked over.
“Get in the car, baby.” Olay let Mar-Mar down.
“Bye, daddy,” my son said.
“I'll see you in a few days, lil' nigga. Love you.”
“Love you, too!” He hugged me then got in the car.
Me and Olay stood there staring at each other, not saying a word. I could see the pain in her eyes and it hurt me to know I was the cause of it. I thought back to when we were young and in love and wished we could go back to them days. My heart wanted her back so bad.
“You look beautiful,” I finally said.
She sucked her teeth. “Nigga, stop 'cause it's not gon' work this time. Say what you gotta say. I got shit to do,” she spat with venom.
“I know you still love me, so you can stop tryna be hard. We needa move past this shit and work on our relationship, of' real, Olay.” I tried to smooth talk. She made a face like she'd just smelled a pile of shit.
“We'll never be together again, nigga. You killed my sister. I hate you, nigga. You a fake ass nigga.” Her words pierced through my heart like hot iron. The look in her eyes was those of an enemy.
“You don't mean that shit, Olay. But in the meantime, we needa come up with a schedule for Mar-Mar. I'm not about to go this long again without seeing my son.”
“Whatever, Marshawn. I'll start having you pick him up and drop him off at my mother’s. And another thing, the next time you wanna steal him from my mother, make sure you tell her you killed her daughter. I can't even stand the sight of you,” she spat.
I was done playing games with her disrespectful ass. I closed the distance, getting right up in her face. “Don't forget who your talkin' to, blood. Let today be the last time you disrespect me or I'ma punch yo’ teeth down your throat,” I growled in a low tone.
“Whatever,” was her reply, then she turned her back on me and got in the car.
I stared her car down until it turned the corner. All I kept thinking about was my brother's words. She was definitely a woman scorned, but could she be trusted? I shook away the thoughts and hopped in the 'Rati. I knew she'd come around sooner or later.
We'd had too much history to just throw away. I was the only nigga she'd ever been with and I was 100% sure it was gon' stay that way. I hopped in the 'Rati and forced my mind into beast mode. She wasn't leaving me.
Chapter 9
Burnside
March 5th
“Why you ain't tell me you was meeting up with that bitch ass nigga? I could have ended all of the bullshit today!” I roared into the phone at Olay. I was standing by the window constantly looking out of it for any signs of Shanell. I had been posted at my stash house waiting on her for over a hour. And the last ten minutes of it had been adding anger to an already stressed situation.
I'd been listening to her stupid ass complain about Marshawn and their son. But when she actually had the audacity to tell me that he'd just left her, I was hot!
“I didn't even think about that. It was so last minute. Plus I don't want my son around that when it happens. Bullets ain't go no names,” she defended her actions.
I exhaled in frustration. “A'ight, I feel you, but you ain't never gotta worry about that. When we do it, it's gon' get done right. I need you to make it happen like real soon fo' real, though.”
“Ok, I am. I hate him so much, it's crazy—” She got cut off by Beast.
“Yo, son. She just pulled up,” he said, while looking out the window. About time.
“Yo, I'ma hit you right back. Somethin' just popped up.” I hung up, then opened the front door. I stared at the rental until the window rolled down and Shannell showed her face. I felt a wave of relief as I walked down the stairs.
The trunk popped open and I rushed to it. The sight of the duffle bag laying there made my heart skip a beat full of pleasure.
My palms started rubbing each other full of anxiety. I couldn't help but to crack a smile. “Take it inside,” I told Beast. I went and hopped in the passenger seat and kissed my bitch right on the mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” I told her.
“You better, nigga. Got me driving all around the city with that shit in the trunk. I better get my cut, too,” she said with a smile on her face. I kissed her again.
“Don't trip. I'ma take you shopping this weekend baby.”
We kissed one more time, then I was gone. When I got back inside, Beast was testing the product while the rest of the squad stood around waiting on his verdict. I picked up one of the bricks off the table and closely examined it. The smile on my face was priceless.
“It's official, son. Straight fire,” Beast announced, while playing with his gums.
It's on now. I slowly nodded my approval as all of my future plans ran though my mind. The rush I felt was like no other. I was finally in the position to feed the wolves. I wasn't just the leader in name any longer. I had the gold and niggaz needed me now.
“Good, now we gon' start makin' some real money around this muthafucka. OG Braze came through for us like he said he was. Now we gotta do the same. We gotta hurry up and slump them fake Mob niggaz. We gotta start really hunting these niggaz like right now.” I said.
“I been hunting them ho niggaz. They in hiding. We need a new plan 'cause I gotta kill one of them before I can sleep good at night. And fuck their foot soldiers. I want the heads,” Ralo spat.
The pain in his voice was evident and understandable. Catch the ones responsible. We'd caught a few nobodies, but now it was time to finish our meal.
“We gon' get 'em way sooner than you think. I got a line on Marshawn. That's gon' be the end of his bitch ass life.”
“I can't wait to kill that nigga,” Killah added. I held my arm that was still in a sling up in the air for emphasis.
“Me neither. Them niggaz put a slug in me.” My anger rose just thinking about it.
“I can't believe the nigga Ruger is really tryna bust his gun. He ain't built for this life and he gon' find the fuck out why real soon,” Head spat. I smirked as I quickly relived the scene of his treachery.
I can't freeze like that ever again, I told myself as I remembered how shocked I was at seeing Ruger bounce out on some gangsta shit, especially directed at me.
“He put a bullet in me. Trust me, I'ma crush that nigga in the worse way on Joe,” I declared.
“So what we doing with these Goonie niggaz, son. Friend or food?” Premo changed the subject.
I was glad he asked 'cause I had made my decision on their offer. I thought it over real hard since the nigga Rico hit my line after their club incident.
“I'm thinking about fuckin' with the nigga Rico to see if he about it like he claims he is. 'Cause if he is, then why not use them to our advantage?” I explained.
“It makes since, son, but I ain't with trusting no new niggaz. We at war,” Beast said.
“I'll never trust them niggaz, but I will use them in the process. And any enemy of Marshawn, is an ally to us.”
“What exactly do they wanna do?” Ralo asked. Beast and Premo were the only ones that I had told in depth exactly what those niggaz wanted. All I told the rest of the crew was the Goonies wanted to join forces and have a sit down.
“They wanna team up to kill them suckaz and they want me to front them the work at a low price. They want full control over the North while we run the Northeast and the numbers,” I broke it down for them.
I could see all of their minds turning, thinking about all the pros and cons. They started slowing nodding their heads, letting me know they felt the movement. I locked e
yes with Ralo and felt the anger he was feeling.
I saw the hurt and the thirst for revenge through the windows of his soul. I nodded at him in understanding. He stared right through my windows, then nodded back at me. My squad was ready to kill and get money. The Goonies better be ready too or get crushed for wasting my time.
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We pulled up in the Pier Park apartments a few hours later after we discussed everything we felt needed to be talked about. All the planning was done and finalized. There was no words left to be spoken either. It was do or die time and a lot of muthafuckaz weren't really built for the triv.
It was a lil' past seven o'clock when we hopped outta the car into the chilly evening air. I only brought Beast and Premo with me to the sit down, but that's all I needed. We were strapped down and ready to die about it if it came down to it.
I only had one good arm, but with thirty shots in my Mac-11, I felt equal to any nigga breathing the same Rose City air as me. I zipped my jacket up and covered my face with my hood. The last thing I needed was for some snitch to call Marshawn and let 'em know we were here.
And since he had workers all throughout the complex, it wasn’t unlikely for me to be spotted by one of them. We walked at a fast pace through the lot until we reached the right apartment. I was hella happy that there wasn't anybody outside to identify me.
Rico opened the door with a look of pure evil written on his face. The glaze in his eyes made my hand inch closer to my waist. Something was off with his whole vibe.
“What's good with y'all niggaz?” He shook each of us up as we walked in.
“Shit, what's mobbin'? Why you look like the devil got a hold of you?” I asked as we followed him down the hallway.
“He does.” He turned around with a smirk. When we got to the front room two, niggaz that I recognized from Facebook as Flocko and Ace, got up from the couch to shake us up. I noticed a few spots of blood on Flocko's shirt that looked fresh.
What the fuck they got going on? I wondered to myself as I sat down. We were all sitting down on the same couch, directly across from the goonies. I looked around the spot and could immediately tell this was a stash spot or trap house. Didn't nobody live there. It was empty and lacked everything except the couches and a table.
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