by Askari
She examined the small rock, and then looked at him skeptically. “What’s that, crack?”
A devious smile spread across his face, and he nodded his head up and down. “Yeah, baby. This is that shit right here! I thought you knew!”
“I’m sayin’, though. Does it make you feel like regular coke?”
“Baby, this shit right here,” he held the rock in front of her beautiful face. “This is the shit that stars are made of."
She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, fuck it! I’m down.”
He licked his lips, and then settled into the passenger’s seat. “Now, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout.” He lowered his voice a few octaves, and then held up his index finger. He gestured for her to come close. “Give daddy a kiss.”
Chapter Nineteen
A Week Later...
New Year’s Eve...
Sonny and Riana were lying in bed and watching the movie, Friday After Next, when his iPhone vibrated in his sweatpants pocket.
Vrrrrrm! Vrrrrrm!
Riana heard the humming noise and pulled the phone from his pocket. After examining the screen, she said, “Here boo, it’s Sheed.” She handed him the phone, and then climbed off the bed. “I’m goin’ downstairs to get somethin’ to drink. Do you want somethin’?”
“Naw, I’m good.”
As she left the room, he accepted the call. “Sheed, what’s poppin’ homie?”
“Yo, I just left the barbershop and while I was in there I heard niggas talkin’ about the bul, Smack. They said he was havin’ a New Year’s Eve party at Plush. I know we agreed to fall back and all dat, but these niggas is still doin’ they thing. Instead of layin’ low, these pussies are hoggin’ up the spotlight.”
“Say no more,” Sonny nodded his head and contemplated his next move. “Since these niggas wanna be out here partying and shit, we gonna show ‘em how to have a gangsta party, you dig?”
“Like a mu’fuckin’ shovel,” Sheed shot back. He was happy to hear that Sonny was finally ready to ride on their adversaries. “But, dig though, do remember them lil’ Spanish bitches from Camden?”
Sonny nodded his head. “Yeah, I remember them bitches. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking ‘bout using them bitches to line this pussy up.”
“Nizzaw, we don’t even know them bitches. As far as we know, them bitches could be rats.”
“Fuck it. We can kill them, too.”
“Nizzaw, that’s too extra. We gotta be sharper than that. I tell you what though, I got the perfect chick.”
“Who?”
Sonny smiled and said, “I’ma put you on later.”
‘A’ight scrap, I’m get wit’ you later then. Soowoo!”
“Bang! Bang!"
After disconnecting the call, Sonny dialed Daphney’s number, and she answered on the second ring.
“Hello.”
“Daph, it’s Sonny. Whatchu you doin’ later on tonight?”
“Nothin’, why?”
"I need you to handle somethin’ for me.”
*****
Later That Night...
Smack’s New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. The D.J. was playing all of the latest hits, and everybody was having a good time. In the V.I.P. area, Smack and the 'Grip Boys' were having the time of their lives. The champagne was flowing, Kush smoke filled the air, and some of the baddest women in the city were showing them love and affection. Smack was feeling like a boss. He was dressed in a pair of white Prada's, white Prada slacks, a fresh wife beater, and a white full length mink. Huge diamonds decorated his ear lobes and if anybody in the vicinity didn’t know his name, then they must’ve been blind because the 40 carat charm that hung from his platinum chain spelled, Smack. He walked over to one of his bodyguards and told him to go to the bar to get another case of Spades.
When the bodyguard left the V.I.P. area and approached the bar, he spotted a thick dark skinned woman talking to the bartender. Her white Gucci dress hugged her body like a glove, and the way she was leaned over the bar with her ass tooted in the air made his dick hard. He slid up beside her, and then pulled out a wad of money.
“What’s up, beautiful? Whatchu sippin’ on?”
Daphney looked him up and down, and then licked her lips. “Well, if you’re buyin’, I’m sippin’ on that Ciroc.”
“A’ight, if that’s the case then you’re sippin’ on me tonight.” He turned his attention to the bartender. “Hey, yo’ my man, lemme get a case of Spades and a bucket of ice. And umm, lemme get a bottle of Ciroc for the beautiful young lady right here.”
As the bartender prepared his order, he counted out $5,000 and laid the money on the counter. “So, what’s ya name, sweetheart?”
“My name’s Dee, and yours is?”
“Rome.”
“Well, a’ight Rome. Thanks for the drink.”
“Don’t even mention it.” He looked around the club to see if anybody was watching him. “But, um, where’s ya man at?”
“Well first of all, I don’t have a man. Secondly, I’m here by myself. I didn’t have nothin’ else to do so I figured I’d hang out, and possibly find me some new dick,” she shot back flirtatiously.
“Oh, is that right?” He smiled, and then licked his lips. “Well check it out, me and my niggas got the V.I.P. on lock. You should come over and party wit’ us.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” she smiled, and then reached in between his legs to measure his dick size.He looked down to see her hand massaging his crouch, and a huge smile spread across his face.
The second they entered the V.I.P., Smack approached them with a bottle of champagne in his hand. “Yo Rome, who’s dis?”
“Her name’s Dee,” he responded with an attitude because he knew full well that Smack was about to take her for himself. “I just met her at the bar.”
Daphney looked at him from head to toe, and then smiled when she read the name on his iced-out charm. Jackpot! She leaned up against him and whispered in his ear. “So you the bul Smack, huh?”
*****
The Following Morning...
She was lying in Smack’s bed butt ass naked, and regretting her actions from the night before. I cannot believe I let this lil’ dickass nigga fuck me, she thought to herself. ‘But fuck it, if this was the only way that Sonny could get close to him, then it is what it is. At least he won't live to talk about it. She looked at him and shook her head in contempt. He was balled up under the covers, and dead to the world. She climbed out the bed, got dressed, and then tip toed out of the door.
When she stepped into the hallway, she could hear Rome downstairs watching T.V. so she crept to the bathroom as quiet as possible. After locking the door behind her and turning on the water faucet, she reached inside of her Birkin bag and grabbed her cell phone. She called Sonny and he answered immediately.
“What’s up, Daph? Is everything good?”
“It’s even sweeter than we thought. This nigga Smack was drinkin’ champagne and poppin’ Xanax all last night. He’s out for the count. And to make it even sweeter, there’s only one bodyguard in the house. He’s downstairs watching T.V.”
“A’ight, well, how much more time you need?”
“Just gimme a couple of minutes to handle the nigga downstairs.”
After disconnecting the call, she placed a straight razor in her mouth, and turned off the faucet. She opened the door, and was surprised to find Rome standing on the other side.
“What were you doin’ in the bathroom?” He asked in a suspicious voice.
“I was washing out my panties.” She reached inside of her Birkin bag and pulled out a white Gstring. “See.”
Rome just stared at her. “Yo, why you was frontin’ on me last night?”
“Boy, I don’t even know what you’re talking ‘bout. Wasn’t nobody front on you,” she replied in a sexual tone.
“I’m sayin’ though, how you gonna fuck my man when I was the one who holla’d at you?”
“Humph, t
hat’s a question you need to be askin’ ya man. I was plannin’ on fuckin’ both of y’all, but ya man was hatin’ on you.”
“Oh, yeah, well what’s up now? You know a nigga try’na see how that coochie work.”
She smiled at him. “A’ight, come downstairs and I’ma show you.”
When they reached the living room, she kissed him and massaged his dick through his boxer shorts. Aroused, he returned her kiss, palmed her ass and pulled her close. Her tongue slid from his mouth to his neck, and at a slow pace, she continued stroking his dick. After a couple of seconds, she spit the straight razor from her mouth and grabbed it with her right thumb and index finger.
“Ummm baby, you got me wet as shit!” She licked his neck one more time, and then without warning she stopped.
Rome was caught up in the moment. He was breathing heavy and his dick was so hard that it was beginning to hurt.
“Damn Dee, why did you stop?”
“I stopped because I gotta gift for you,” she whispered in his ear.
“A gift?”
“Yeah, it’s from my brother.”
“Ya brother? Who the fuck is ya brother?”
“Mook!”
“What the fu…”
Before he had the chance to finish his statement, she slid the razor across his throat. He reached out to grab her, but she kicked him in the nuts and he fell to the floor. He desperately tried to breathe, but he couldn’t. He grabbed his throat with both hands and attempted to stop the bleeding, but it was useless. She stepped over him and unlocked the door for Sonny. When he entered the house and saw Rome lying on the floor and fighting for his life, he looked at her and smiled.
“Damn, lil’ mama, you did ya thing, huh?”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Only for you, daddy!”
He nodded his head, and then tapped her on the ass. “Go outside and wait for me in the car. It’s the black Tahoe that’s parked at the top of the block.”
When she left the house, he opened his Gucci snorkel and pulled out a sawed off shotgun. He glanced around the living room, and then quietly crept to the second floor. After searching the first two bedrooms, he finally approached the room where Smack was sleeping.
He pushed the door open with the barrel of the shotgun, and then slid inside of the room. He aimed the shotgun at the ceiling right above the bed, and then squeezed the trigger.
Boom!
Broken dry wall fell from the ceiling and crashed down on Smack.
“Yo, what the fuck?” He slurred. He was so high from the Xanax that he could hardly move. He spotted Sonny standing in the doorway, and sluggishly hopped off the bed, and backed into the corner. Sonny aimed the shotgun at his head.
“What the fuck is you lookin’ so surprised for? You had to know I was comin’ for you!”
“Hey, yo Sonny, it wasn't me! I swear to God it wasn’t me!”
“Nigga, die like a man and stop bitchin’!”
Smack held up his hands in a defenseless posture, and continued begging for his life.
“Don’t kill me Sonny! Please!”
“Pussy didn’t I just tell you to stop bitchin’?”
“I’m sayin’ though, it wasn’t even me! I didn’t ki…”
Boom! Click! Click! Boom!
The top half of Smack’s head splattered against the wall, and he collapsed to the floor. His body convulsed, and then slowly came to a stop as his soul eased from his body. Sonny removed a red bandana from his back pocket, balled it up, and then tossed it on Smack’s decapitated body.
*****
The Next Day...
The corner of 22nd and McKean was flooded with lit candles, flowers, balloons, and members of the Grip Boys who came to pay respects to their fallen comrades. Unknowingly, Nasty was up the block sitting behind the steering wheel of his tinted out Toyota Tundra. The sounds of the Notorious B.I.G.’s, Life After Death album was thumping from the speakers and his Kushfilled Backwood had him high as a kite.
Niggas bleed just like us/ Picture me being scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me/ Niggas bleed just like us/ Picture me being shook, we can both pull burners, and make the muthafuckin' beef cook/ Niggas bleed just like us/ Picture a nigga hiding, ya' life in that man's hands while he's just deciding/ Niggas bleed just like us/ I'd rather go toe to toe wit' all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol.
He reached inside of the glove compartment and grabbed the eighth of syrup that he had purchased from Thompson Street an hour earlier. He twisted the top off, and then took a huge swig of the thick yellow liquid. He then turned the sound system up to the max, and cruised down the block at a calm 5 m.p.h.
The crowd of Grip Boys stopped talking and wondered why the black pickup truck was stopped at the corner with the music blasting. One of them felt as though the driver of the truck was being disrespectful, and he became angry. He yelled for the driver to keep it moving, but Nasty just sat there nodding his head to the music and puffing on his Backwood. Again, the man yelled for Nasty to keep it moving, but instead he cut off the music and rolled down the passenger’s side window. He looked at the man with an expressionless face, and then at the top of his lungs he shouted, “Soowoo!”
Egypt and Zaire hopped up from their positions in the bed of the truck. Both of them were strapped with a Mack 11 and red bandanas were tied aound their faces. They aimed at the crowd and fired.
Bddddoc! Bddddoc! Bddddoc! Bddddoc!
As soon as the first wave of bullets sprayed the corner everyone attempted to flee, but the majority of them were gunned down. The man who was yelling at Nasty got it the worst. He suffered thirteen gunshot wounds to his face and chest, and was dead before he hit the ground.
At the sight of all the bodies sprawled out on the corner, Nasty was satisfied that they conveyed their message: The Block Boys Were Not to Be Fucked With! He grabbed the red bandana that was hanging from his rear view mirror, tossed it out the passenger’s side window, and then sped away from the scene.
Chapter Twenty
The Following Morning...
Sonny drove his Escalade to the Frankford section of the city to bring Diamondz his January shipment. As a precaution, he had Nasty and the twins behind him in a tinted out minivan. When they arrived at Diamondz’s apartment building on Bridge Street, Sonny called him to let him know that he was outside. A few minutes later, Diamondz and a light skinned man that Sonny had never seen before emerged from the building and approached his truck.
“Sonny, what’s good, fam?” Diamondz greeted him, while extending his right hand.
Instead of shaking his hand, Sonny just scowled at him. “That nigga that’s standin’ next to you, that’s what’s good!”
Diamondz looked at his companion, and then returned his gaze to Sonny.
“Naw, this my man Kev. He’s from Pittsburgh. I told him to come to the city so he could holla at you.”
Before Sonny had the chance to respond, Kev spoke up on his own behalf.
“Yo, I don’t want no trouble, Ike. I just came out here to see if you could hit me off wit’ some work. Me and my squad is getting crazy money out my way, and I was hopin’ that you could hold us down the same way that you been holdin’ down Diamondz.”
Sonny ignored him and spoke directly to Diamondz.
“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t try’na to meet none of ya peoples?"
Diamondz nodded his head. “I know, dawg, but I ain’t have enough work to hold the nigga down. I hit him off wit’ 5 bricks a couple of weeks ago, and he called me back three days later for 5 more. I’m only coppin’ 25 at a time so obviously I couldn’t cover his order, and still have enough work to break down with the coop. I know whatchu told me about introducin’ you to niggas, but wit’ the type of bread this nigga try’na spend, I was hopin’ you would hit me off wit’ a finder’s fee,” Diamondz explained.
After hearing Diamondz’s position, Sonny directed his attention to Kev.
“Normally, I wouldn’t fuck wit’ you, but o
n the strength of Dia I’ma make an exception.”
“Now, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout.” Kev smiled. “And hopefully, you can bless me wit’ the same deal that you be givin’ Diamondz.”
Sonny nodded his head. “I can do that for you, but you gotta give me a couple of weeks to put shit together.”
“That’s a bet.” Kev continued smiling. “Shit, I wish you woulda holla’d at me the last time. We coulda been put this shit in motion.”
“The last time?” Sonny scrunched up his face. “Whatchu mean the last time? Nigga, I ain’t never seen you before.”
“Nah Ike, I saw you a couple of months ago at the party that Diamondz had for Shiz. I was try’na holla at you back then, but I overheard you tellin’ Diamondz that you wasn’t try’na meet nobody.”
Sonny thought back to the night of the party and he remembered the light skinned nigga that was at the bar staring at him.
“Yo, I do remember you. You was the nigga that was starin’ at me when I was leavin’ the club. What the fuck was up wit’ all dat?”
“Nothin’ Ike, you had a nigga mad as hell,” Kev laughed it off. “I drove all the way out here ‘cause my man told me that you was movin’ them chickens for the low, but when you came through the spot, you wouldn’t give a nigga the time of day.”
Sonny shrugged his shoulders. “That wasn’t nothin’ personal fam, that’s just the way I move.”
“A’ight Kev,” Diamondz interjected. “Me and Sonny got business to handle.”
Sonny grabbed the gym bag from his passenger’s seat, and then hopped out the Escalade. After shaking Kev’s hand and giving his young buls a look that said, be on point, he followed Diamondz up to his apartment.
An hour later, he emerged from the building with a book bag on his left shoulder and his right hand wrapped around the gun that was tucked in his hoodie pocket. He glanced up and down Bridge Street looking for any suspicious activity, and then casually strolled across the street toward his Escalade. When he opened the driver’s side door, he saw that Zaire was sitting in the passenger’s seat smoking a Vanilla Dutch, and playing Madden on his PS3. He looked at Sonny and asked him if everything was good.
