24th and Dixie
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J-Smith pulled his penis out of Quanita and shot a load of warm semen in her face. She turned away and acted as if she wanted to throw up, but he forced his penis into her mouth and forced the remaining semen down her throat. She gagged and pulled her head away.
“Shit! Damn bitch!” Breze screamed in the back seat. He had just come inside of Roslyn and was in total satisfaction while she was in total pain and embarrassment. The girls had been violated to the maxima. “Bitch got some good pussy,” Breze said. He began fixing his clothes.
“This one too,” J-Smith said. Once they got dressed, they got out of the car leaving the girl scarred for life. They were crying hysterically.
Phantom had pulled over because he couldn’t hear clear while driving. He thought he had just listened to a movie. He was talking to Quanita for a short moment before he heard screaming and everything that took place afterward. She had dropped her phone on the floor when Breze and J-Smith entered the car, but it never hung up. Therefore, Phantom got a chance to hear part of the rape but still wasn’t sure what was going on or where they were. He was sure they were with Kane and Able but instead of calling them, he hung up the phone and called Quanita back. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw he was calling back. “Phantom, come to 24th and Dixie,” was how she answered. Phantom was a good friend of the twins, and he was a lot older. He used to run with their father back in the day, and he built a good relationship with them. He was only thirty-one, but he carried himself like a real O.G. He looked at Kane and Able like his little brothers, and he definitely had their back. Breze and J-Smith stood with C-Brook like they hadn’t done anything.
“What’s up with that money, though? It’s getting’ too late to be lip wrestlin’. C-Brook, what it do homey? These fuck niggas gon’ either break bread or we gon’ kill ‘em right now,” J-Smith said as if he was calling the shots.
“All this over some petty ass weapon charges huh?” Able asked.
“It is what it is,” C-Brook said.
“How we know y’all not gon’ kill us after we give you the money?” Kane asked.
“Do we need to?” C-Brook asked. It was a trick question of course.
“Ask yourself that,” Kane said
“Y’all got retaliation on ya mind?” C-Brook asked.
“What you think?” Able reversed the trick question. C-Brook knew for a fact that if the twins paid them one million dollars they weren’t going to stop until everyone involved was dead. His plan was to relocate and get the hell off 24th once they got the money. He wasn’t sure where to go, but he knew he was going. He and the guys were in too deep now to back out, and if anyone knew it, C-Brook did. “I think y’all are running out of time,” he told the twins.
“C-Brook look! Ain’t that’s Dread?” J-Smith said and pointed down the street. The reggae music gave Dread away, but he wasn’t trying to hide. The fool sped down the road as usual and stopped in the middle of the street. “C-Brook, God bless you my brether. That fuckin’ reefer was blazzin’ man,” he said. C-Brook pointed his pistol and started firing. Two bullets punched holes in the door before Dread floored the gas screaming. “What is wrong with you black man? You crazy?”
“Fuck you, you fried brain ass cult believin’ nigga,” C-Brook yelled. Dread slammed on the brakes down the streets and jumped out of the car screaming. “What is your problem black man? What the fuck?” He threw his hands up.
“Fuck you satan! Bitch ass nigga! Get the hell off the block before I hog tie yo ass,” C-Brook screamed.
“You’re going to hell my brether. That is not what Jesus would do,” Dread said and got back in his car. He sped through the red light and disappeared into the dark night.
“He needs to leave that dope alone,” J-Smith said. He couldn’t help but laugh.
C-Brook looked around as a thought hit him. “Get them phones from them girls.”
“Damn,” J-Smith said indicating he should have done it long ago. He opened the front door and snatched Quanita’s phone out of her hand and demanded Roslyn to hand hers over. She gave it to him without words.
“Just hold on to ‘em for now,” C-Brook told him. The frightening sound of a man screaming for his life got the attention of everyone.
“Help! Help! Somebody, please help! Get ‘em off me! Get ‘em off me, please! Help!” The man was running down the street jumping around, swinging and hitting himself as if someone was attacking him.
“The hell?” Breze said looking in disbelief.
“He on that same shit Dread on,” J-Smith said.
C-Brook was looking but made sure he kept his eyes on the twins. As the man got closer, his screaming got louder, and he ran up to Breze.
“Man, what the fuck you on?” Breze said and pushed him back.
“I’m on my G shit,” the man said and dropped Breze with two contact shots to the chest. His shirt nearly caught fire as his body hit the ground. The impersonating crackhead was Phantom. He turned the .44 Glock on C-Brook and J-Smith and double squeezed the trigger hitting them both once in the shoulder. C-Brook almost jumped out of his skin as his trigger finger went off and fired two failed shots at Phantom. Four shots from the .44 hit him in the chest, and he hit the ground with ease. J-Smith threw his hands up as a copout, but Phantom wasn’t hearing it.
“Nigga put yo hands down!” Phantom pulled on the trigger in a continuous rhythm and made the Glock sound like an automatic weapon. J-Smith back peddled as the hot six bullets opened his chest and changed his life forever. Police sirens were heard afar obviously because Roslyn had called 911 before her phone was taking. There was no words exchange between the twins and Phantom as the three made an attempt to flee before the cops arrived. Phantom disappeared in the dark night on feet, and the twins left burning rubber in the Benz. When cops arrived it was clear things would never be the same on 24th and Dixie.
The End
Other Novels by Ron C:
My Family In Exchange For Yours
Mentality 1: The Beginning
Mentality 2: Fatal Proposition
Mentality 3: The Finale
Coming Soon By Ron C:
Alisha Fox
Last One Breathing
Note from the Author
People often ask me what inspired me to become a writer, and I tell them how it all started. What many people don’t know is that I did seven years two months in Alabama prison system, and I had nothing but time to think and meditate. No time in prison is easy, and it is more depressing than anything. In my first couple years in prison, I attended trade school and furthered my education. I obtained my GED because I never received a high school diploma because I was kicked out in the 11th grade, and about two years later I was sentenced to 20 years in Alabama Department of Corrections. I ran wild in the streets doing all kinds of dumb shit, and it caught up with me. Upon observing all the crazy things I saw in prison, that alone was enough to inspire me to want to write a book. But I used to always tell myself that people wouldn’t believe it.
It was just unbelievable, and some of the things you witnessed would mess you up mentally and have your thought pattern fucked up for a moment. Writing a book based on the prison lifestyle became a secondary option once I read my first urban book ever by Nikki Turner, ‘Ridin’ Dirty on I-95’. The book captured my full attention, and I was able to connect with each character. They were full of life, and I felt as though I knew each character because I once lived and grew up around the lifestyle I was reading about. I wanted to give my hand a try because I knew hood novels are told better by the ones who actually lived it. The next book I read was ‘Black Girl Lost,' by Donald Goines. That was the one that ignited the fire in me to put my pen to work.
I came up with a title called ‘Mentality’. I called it ‘Mentality’ because I wanted it to expose the mentality of people we deal with in everyday society. The mentality of the black male was my primary focus, but I also wanted to expose the justice system, crooked cops, racism, different religious belief
s, and the grimy streets. When I was writing ‘Mentality’, I never thought it would be a trilogy. After I had finished the first book, I wrote the second part about two months later. I didn’t even consider a part three until I found myself in a one man lock-up cell for 90 days after I had gotten into a fight. It was bored, and I had nothing to do, so that was how ‘Mentality 3’ came about. I also wrote another book while in lock-up entitled ‘Impersonators’ which I plan to drop by the end of 2016.
Writing became a daily thing for me, and it helped me pass the time, and it definitely helped me free my mind. During my seven years two months I wrote over twenty books, and I plan to publish them all and hope to have some of them on the big screen further down the road. I’m going to continue putting in hard work and patiently wait for great results.
HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED MY SHORT STORY ‘24th and Dixie’.
Ron C