24th and Dixie

by Author Ron C

  “You know what? Let me call that fool,” J-Smith said and walked off.

  “Be right out twins,” C-Brook yelled from the front door. “Had to take a shit,” he said before closing the door back.

  “Nigga, we didn’t need to know all that,” Able said.

  “Funky booty ass nigga,” Kane said.

  “We in this together so you need to come on back and let’s try to figure this hit out. how you just gon’ up and run off?” J-Smith said over the phone.

  There was a loud tire burning sound down the street and the guys turned in the direction they heard the car.

  “Dread silly ass,” Breze said.

  The Chevelle was coming down the avenue wide open in a reckless way.

  “Man, what that nigga on?” Kane asked.

  As C-Brook was coming out of the door, Dread was approaching and slid to a wild stop.

  “Got damn Dread done lost his mind,” C-Brook said. The door swung open, and a syringe fell out of Dread’s lap and hit the ground. The twins were the first to see the big chrome .357 revolver in Dread’s hand.

  “My brether, I was unsuccessful because it was not God’s will. Please, give me all you got,” he said and pointed the gun at C-Brook.

  Everyone was shocked. C-Brook couldn’t believe it. This was the kind of nonsense Roslyn, and Quanita was afraid of being caught up in. Oh my God, Roslyn thought.

  “Look,” she told Quanita.

  “What this nigga doing?” Able said.

  “My brether,” Dread said moving closer to C-Brook. “Give me all you got or I will open fire.”

  “Dread, this shit not funny. What the hell you doing?” C-Brook screamed.

  “I can assure you I am not laughing. Does it look like I am laughing? Your best option is to cooperate, or I will buss a cap in your ass in Jesus name,” he threatened.

  It was clear that Dread had been on some heavy drugs. He was sweating, his face was jumping and twitching, and his eyes were bucked. C-Brook could see blood running from one of his veins in his left arm. “Give it to him C-Brook. Shit ain’t worth dying for homey. You can get it back,” Kane told him.

  “Man, Dread on that bullshit. I ain’t got shit but a lil…” POW! That was as far as C-Brook got before Dread fired a shot and sent a bullet past his face. He panicked and hit the ground as he tossed the few bags of weed. “Take it you crazy ass nigga,” he screamed. Dread rushed to pick up the weed and stuffed it in his pocket. “Dread that’s fucked up! All this over a few sacks,” C-Brook screamed. “Feel blessed my brether. You could have been dead. Don’t worry, it was only God’s will,” he said and jumped in his car. He left sideways leaving skid marks. “Man, I cannot believe this shit!” C-Brook screamed mad.

  “What he on?” Able asked.

  “Everything! Can’t trust no fuckin’ body! Fuckin’ false ass religious, cult believing muthafuckin’. That nigga gone off that heroin,” C-Brook sounded assure.

  “Kane and Able, it’s time to go!” Quanita said out of the window.

  “Now!” Roslyn added.

  “Yeah, we about to roll homey. It’s far too much poppin’ off over here on two fo,” Able said.

  “But we still need to get some bud from you. You might need to smoke a fat one yourself after this shit,” Kane said. C-Brook shook his head as he tried to let what had just happened sink in.

  “Damn, one more robbery a nigga won’t have a pot to piss in,” he said.

  “We gon’ break bread with you homey. How much you got left? We’ll buy it all,” Kane said and pulled out a wad of cash.

  “Bet that up ‘cause I damn sho need it,” he said.

  “C-Brook let me hol’ at you real fast,” J-Smith said.

  “Twins give me a second and I got ya,” C-Brook said, and he and J-Smith stepped off. Quanita stuck here head out of the window. “Kane and Able? We are ready to go. We not tryna get shot by no crazy Haitians high on crystal meth,” she said.

  “Hurry up before we leave walking,” Roslyn added.

  “Yeah right. Y’all ain’t about to walk down no damn 24th,” Kane said

  “Scary ass,” Able joked.

  “We’re not scary we just smart. Ain’t nobody tryna be hanging out in this crime drug infested jungle,” Roslyn said.

  “Two minutes,” Able told them.

  “Hurry y’all ass up,” Roslyn growled at them. Quantina pulled up and dropped CJ back off.

  “You back pussy whipped nigga?” Breze joked.

  “Fuck you. Twins what up?” CJ said and embraced them with a handshake.

  “Same ‘ol thang different day,” Able said. Breze grabbed two beers and handed CJ one.

  “Y’all good?” he asked the twins.

  “Yeah, we good but give me two for Roslyn and Quanita, so they’ll shut the hell up,” Able said.

  “Need something in they mouth, huh?” Breze joked. He handed Able two beers, and he took them to the car and handed them to the girls. “Two minutes are up,” Roslyn said.

  “No it ain’t shut up,” he told her and walked off.

  “Punk,” she told him

  “Tell this nigga to come on,” Able told Kane referring to C-Brook. They looked over cross the yard and saw C-Brook and J-Smith engaged in a conversation. J-Smith was making hand gestures as he spoke. “C-Brook, we ‘bout to ride homey,” Kane said.

  “Here I come lil homey. My bad about that. I’ll be right out,” C-Brook said and ran off to his apartment. He was in and out in not time and handed Kane a pound of loud marijuana. “That’s all I got left,” he said. Able paid him, and Kane sat the marijuana in the car.

  “Ready yet?” Roslyn joked.

  “Yeah,” Kane said.

  “I’m buzzin,” Quanita said

  “Off that one beer? Damn. I’d hate to see you drank a six pack,” Kane said.

  “We about to be out. Y’all fellas be easy,” Able said. J-Smith gave C-Brook a look and nodded.

  “Hold on one second let me holla at y’all,” C-Brook said. He lit a Newport and handed J-Smith one. “The police came through this bitch today right,” he began. “Y’all know how them crooked ass cops is. Dirty as hell and always on some foul shit. Anyway, they rolled down on the homies Breze, Phil, and J-Smith. I’m talking about Brad and Finley by the way. Caught the homies slippin’ and found a lil shit. Guns, drugs, ammo you know. Even lucked up on a few spent shell cases. You know they was talkin’ shit. I mean, they cops right? They made a few threats and acted like they wanted to take the homies in. They hit ‘em with the technicality and blew things out of proportion and made it seem like a nigga was Bin Liden. Check this out. It’s a lot of shit that don’ went down tonight, and we all know. Some niggas got away some didn’t. Some nigga skating on thin ice you feel me?” At this point, the twins were wondering just what C-Brook was trying to get at. They could hear some shadiness in his voice. They looked at the other guys, and it appeared that CJ was the only one not hipped to what was going on.

  “Bruh, what the fuck is you getting at?” Kane asked.

  “The police looking for a lot of killers you feel me? One crime in particular. It’s fucked up out here in the streets my nigga and at the end of the day you have to choose,” C-Brook said.

  “The fuck that mean, nigga?” Able spat.

  “The way it looks it two for three. Y’all in exchange for my niggas. The cops looking for a black Rover that was involved in a murder tonight on the av. They don’t know who drive it, but they would like to know for a hundred thousand. That’s the reward,” C-Brook said.

  It was now that the twins knew where C-Brook was going with this. They wished they had their guns on them, and they would have killed everybody standing out there. C-Brook was straight cut throat.

  “What the fuck you saying, nigga?” Able spat.

  “Sounds to us you a police ass nigga,” Kane spat.

  “What’s going on?” CJ asked C-Brook.

  “Chill out CJ,” J-Smith told him. CJ looked at the twins in disbelief,
and it was clear he returned and got caught up in the midst of foul play. “Ain’t got shit to do with this,” he mumbled.

  “Check this out,” C-Brook began talking to the twins. “True enough y’all my niggas and all but these niggas here on two fo’ are my righteous niggas. My home team. My 24th and Dixie niggas you understand? At the end of the day they come first and I’ma do what I gotta do to make sure they straight. I know you lil niggas got mad bread and a lot of respect in the streets but understand this. I could care less, and I’d gladly kill both you niggas and not give a fuck about you. I don’t care about the police either. They can get the same, but they rolled down on my niggas and caught ‘em slipping with a lot of shit. They gave my niggas 24 hours to dig they self out that hole. They made my niggas a proposal, and my niggas came to me. I think everybody out here an ex-felon but y’all. Shit, felony murder on a first-time offense is life of course. I ain’t tryna fuck you niggas but I will. My niggas come first! Somebody shot an old school cat tonight up on the corner and made a clean getaway. The cops are looking for a lead. It’s a hundred thousand dollars reward.” He handed the Newport to J-Smith who hadn’t taken his eyes off the twins since C-Brook started talking. “The cops told my niggas if they wanted to walk on all these charges they had twenty-four hours to bring ‘em some murder men,” he continued.

  Kane exploded with venom and went off.

  “Nigga, y’all got us fucked up! How you niggas sound standing out here talking about turning a nigga over to the police? I thought you niggas hated the cops and was about that life. Y’all better find you, somebody, to play with that ho shit.”

  “And do it fast you dick in the booty ass homo cop thug ass niggas,” Able spat. They turned and attempted to walk to their car but stopped at the sound of a pistol cocking. J-Smith had a 9mm in his hand and handed it to C-Brook. “Don’t even try it lil homies. Trust me; y’all is not that fast,” he told them.

  Roslyn and Quanita didn’t have a clue what was going on because they were tipsy off the beer and was jamming Keyshia Cole on the radio. They weren’t paying any attention and had forgotten about the fact that they were ready to go long ago. Kane and Able were disgusted with C-Brook and hated him with a passion just that fast.

  “You the police now?” Kane asked

  “Call it what you want,” he said.

  “Nah, nigga I called it just what it is,” Kane said.

  “C-Brook, I don’t want nothing to do with this bruh. The twins my niggas. You, Breze and J-Smith count me out,” CJ said.

  “You a two fo’ nigga CJ. You already a part of it,” C-Brook told him.

  “Like that, huh?” CJ asked in disbelief.

  “Just like that nigga!” He spat.

  “Who the fuck is you to tell me what I can and can’t participate in?” CJ questioned.

  C-Brook pointed the pistol at CJ and fired a single shot in his lower stomach. He growled in pain and hit the ground. The loud sound of the Glock got the girls attention and they turned around with swiftness. Roslyn reached up and turned the music off.

  “What’s going on?” She asked Quanita.

  “I don’t know,” Quanita said. She looked and could see CJ on the ground. “They shot him,” she said.

  “What Kane them waiting on?” Roslyn asked with concern.

  “I don’t know,” Quanita said. They watched and soon realized something wasn’t right. C-Brook walked up to CJ as he bled and put another bullet in his head and blew his brains out. He felt he had to show the twins he meant business by killing one of his own. He ordered Breze to drag CJ’s body down the street by the trees.

  “Oh my god. You got Phantom’s number? Call him hurry up,” Roslyn told Quanita.

  “Just so you niggas know this shit is not a game and y’all are not the only killers walking around,” C-Brook began talking to the twins.

  “It’s simple homey. Y’all don’t have a lot of options. I got twenty-four hours to torture you niggas and make y’all think about it. The choice is yours,” he said. Able smiled with a look of disbelief but at the same time, it wasn’t a look of disbelief. “How you gon’ play us like this C-Brook?” He asked.

  “I told you my niggas come first. Y’all are just some outside niggas at the end of the day. The popo tryna fuck my niggas, so my plan is to take down the next niggas. The streets a mess. Shit, I just had one of my close niggas rob me tonight. Y’all seen it. Damn near blew my brains out over a few petty ass sacks. Everybody know y’all got mad bread so I’ma give y’all a chance to spend some of it. We can make all of this shit go away for one million cash, tonight! Me and my niggas will forget about what happened on 27th, and we’ll tell the cops we don’t know shit. We’ll put the charges on CJ. A dead man can’t go to trial. Case dismissed,” C-Brook said. All the twins could hear in C-Brook’s voice was how foul he really was. There was no way they were going to trust this dirty nigga. It was obvious he would do anything. “Guess you think we stupid?” Able said. “You foul C-Brook. You expect us to pay you niggas a million in cash in the hopes of y’all not dropping the dime on us about a 27th murder? What murder? We don’t know shit about a murder on 27th,” Kane said.

  “You got some nerves to even throw something at us like that. Then you hollin’ that two-fo’ shit like we sleepin’ on you niggas or something. We don’t discredit niggas ‘cause of where they from,” Able added.

  “And we don’t cross niggas out just ‘cause they from another side of town,” Kane said.

  “We do thangs a lil different on 24th and Dixie my nigga,” C-Brook made it clear.

  “We see that!” Able said.

  “Me and my niggas want a million cash,” C-Brook said.

  “Tonight nigga!” J-Smith spat.

  “Y’all might as well get ya mind right ‘cause ain’t no leaving here,” Breze said. This was the most he’d said since they pulled the foul play. Kane and Able weren’t going to give them anything, and they made it very clear. “We ain’t giving you niggaz shit!” Able growled.

  “Fuck y’all!” Kane said.

  “Nah, what’s gon’ happen is…my niggas gon’ fuck ya girls and then when they done, if you niggas still playing its gon’ be a ma’fuckin’ four body homicide on two fo’ and that’s on my mama,” C-Brook said.

  “Y’all niggas goin’ from snitchin’ to rapist?” Able said.

  “If we don’t get that cash we gon’ go to murders,” Breze said.

  “Stop playin’ with these niggas C-Brook and make ‘em cough that bread up. You go with Kane to get it, and me and Breze gon’ hold Able right here to you get back,” J-Smith said.

  “How you figure?” Able questioned.

  “You ain’t got no choice,” J-Smith said.

  “I’ll make you weak ass niggas kill me before I pay you a million dollars,” Able spat.

  “It sounds good, but I know you bluffin’. You niggas don’t wanna die because you gotta know I’ll kill you,” C-Brook said.

  Chapter Five

  “J-Smith, you and Breze teach them hoz a lesson. I wanna see just how bad the twins are. Make sure y’all fuck ‘em good,” he ordered. The twins couldn’t believe what they had just heard. C-Brook was now taking disrespect to an entire level. They couldn’t think fast enough, and the thought of Roslyn and Quanita being attacked and raped had them furious. J-Smith and Breze were yes men and would do just about anything C-Brook asked. They didn’t have any shame, so they didn’t think twice about sexually assaulting the young girls. As they began to approach the car, Able went off and acted as if he wanted to charge at C-Brook. “Are you niggas serious? I’ll make you use that gun.” POW! POW! C-Brook let off two shots by Able’s feet and made him eat those words. “Jump if you stupid nigga! I swear to God I will burn yo ass up and drag you down the street with CJ,” he growled.

  “Chill out bro. karma is a bitch. If he knew like we knew…he would kill us,” Kane said.

  “My trigger finger itchy…jump,” C-Brook said. Quanita and Roslyn were rushed withou
t warning as Breze and J-Smith jumped in the back seat.

  “What are y’all doing? What’s going on?” Roslyn said almost like a scream. “Where’s Kane and Able?” Quanita asked.

  “Y’all just chill and go with the flow,” Breze said.

  “We finna fuck,” J-Smith said like it was just that easy. Both girls immediately started screaming for Kane and Able and tried to fight their way out of the car. They were afraid for their life, and their fear made them kick into the ultimate survival tactic. Roslyn was swinging at Breze like a wild woman, and Quanita was doing the same to J-Smith.

  They now realized it wasn’t going to be easy as they expected. They had to show the girls who were in control. Breze drew back and punched Roslyn in the mouth and almost knock one of her teeth out. Quanita was slapped like a whore in the streets and grabbed around her neck.

  “Please…please, don’t do this. Please,” she begged. Roslyn called for Kane and Able but was punched again and threaten.

  “Shut up. Shut the fuck up before I break yo face. Get yo ass up there in the front seat now!” Breze demanded.

  After that everything began happening too fast and it was the worst humiliating the girls had every experienced in their life. Breze was raping Roslyn in the front seat while J-Smith raped Roslyn in the back. The poor girls cried out in pure pain and humiliating and Kane and Able couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  “You’re hurting me…please…please stop,” Quanita begged. J-Smith had her bent over from the back pounding inside of her like he hadn’t had sex in years. He was sweating and grunting and didn’t have any sympathy at all. The Mercedes began to rock back and forth as the heinous act went on and on and the twins were burning up inside. They stood there with homicide in their eyes as C-Brook held his gun on them. Every time they heard one of the girls scream it made them want to sacrifice their life more and more.

  They had no idea how the outcome of this situation was going to end. They were both asking themselves the same thing. Damn Kane, what can we do? Damn Able, what can we do? C-Brook had a smirk on his face as if it was so funny. “By the time my niggas done y’all better have ya shit together. One million cash will make all this go away,” he said.