Country Girls 4 (Country Boy)

by Blake Karrington

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Final Chapter

  SOUTH CAROLINA

  Country Girls 4

  Blake Karrington

  Prologue

  The car was completely silent as Diamond drove down the dark highway. Alexus sat in the back seat holding Dink at gunpoint, not once taking her eyes off him. She was more than willing to open up his chest in the event he tried to act stupid.

  “Y’all can let a nigga out right here.” Dink said, breaking the silence in the car. “I’ll walk.”

  “Nah, you still too close to my city. You have to learn ya lesson, and if I let you go now, you can just walk back to ya ride.” Alexus told him, lying with a straight face. She just wanted him to shut up.

  They did not intend to let him go. This was their second time catching Dink selling large amounts of dope on the west side of Charlotte. The crew had given him a pass the last time. Since he wasn’t from the city, he was given a stern warning, and it was reiterated that Charlotte belonged to MHB. But just like a nigga, instead of taking heed to the advice, as he should have, Dink didn’t take them serious and continued to do his own thing. That’s what brought him to his current situation.

  “It’s coming up.” Alexus told Diamond as she read the signs on the side of the road.

  A couple of minutes later, Diamond merged off the exit and proceeded down the empty street.

  Motor Trend. Dink said to himself, trying to remember his location.

  When the car came to a complete stop, Diamond turned the engine completely off. Except for the single light shining over the dirt bike trail about a 1/4 mile away, the area was pitch black.

  “Damn, y’all gonna make a nigga walk from here? I don’t even know where the fuck I’m at.” Dink said, trying his best to look out the tinted windows of the truck.

  “Nigga shut up and get out!” Alexus said, shoving the gun into his side.

  Diamond grabbed the 9mm that was sitting on her lap then exited the car with Dink and Alexus.

  “Walk.” Diamond told him, nodding towards the dirt trails.

  Dink started to walk, but his gut told him that they weren’t going to let him just walk out of there. Alexus and Diamond took small strides behind him with their guns aimed at his back. It wasn’t until Dink saw where they were taking him, that he realized for sure that the two women were about to kill him. The narrow dirt road kept getting darker and darker. Dink’s flight instincts kicked in and he took off.

  Alexus let off two shots as she took off behind him. Diamond joined the chase, firing several more shots as she ran. Dink was fast, he was starting to put a nice distance between him and the girls. He ran towards the dirt bike trail, ducking the bullets that whizzed right over his head. In the distance, he could hear the sound of a dirt bike going through the course, and the only thing that stood in between him and the bike course was a 12-foot wall of dirt that stretched the length of the track. The gunfire had ceased.

  He scurried up the mountain of dirt as fast as he could, then tossed himself over once he got to the top. His body tumbled down the other side. He got up and was about to continue running when he looked up and saw Gwen standing directly in front of him with her gun pointed at his head.

  “Don’t shoot me.” he managed to utter right before Gwen squeezed the trigger, sending a single bullet through the front of his head.

  Hearing the shot, Diamond and Alexus hastily climbed to the top of the dirt hill. They paused when they saw that Dink was laid out flat and Gwen was standing over him. Tired as hell, they were short of breath as they slid down the other side of the dirt hill on their butts.

  Gwen shook her head and smiled. Diamond and Alexus looked beat. Their clothes were dirty and their hair looked a mess.

  “Damn, that muthafucka was fast.” Diamond said. She walked over and fired another bullet into Dink’s head. “That’s for making a bitch run and sweating out my new perm.”

  The dirt bike rider in the distance caught everyone’s attention. He was on the other side of the track, but he was on his way over to where the girls were.

  “Let’s get outta here.” Gwen said and began to climb up the dirt hill.

  Diamond and Alexus made their way back up and over the dirt hill, still tired from climbing the first time. The three women vanished into the night like cat burglars, leaving Dink’s body behind for the lonely rider to find him on his final turn around the track.

  Chapter 1

  The visiting room was nearly empty when Gwen stepped in. She went straight to the vending machines and grabbed a couple of sodas. Almost four months had passed since her last visit with Niya, and that was mainly due to how far the feds had shipped her out. No one could figure out why Niya was sent all the way to Tucson, Arizona. But it was the government and they could do what they please once you belong to them.

  Gwen did manage to make the trip on a couple occasions, but as time went on, business on the streets took up a lot of her attention. Niya understood; she knew what it was like to have all the pressure of the team on her back.

  “You look good, girl.” Gwen said, greeting Niya with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “You like my khakis?” Niya playfully joked, stepping back and posing in her inmate uniform.

  Gwen just shook her head. Even under these circumstances, Niya kept her sense of humor.

  “Girl, you crazy,” Gwen smiled then sat down. “Did you get the pictures of the twins I sent you two weeks ago?”

  “Yeah, thanks. I can’t believe how big they’re getting.” Niya replied. “I know they bad as hell.” she chuckled.

  Gwen couldn’t argue with that. The twins had been living with her for the past seven months, and she had come to know them very well. Bad wasn’t the word for those kids. They were terrorists. Even so, Gwen loved them as if they were her own. Having them around led to her decision to finally remove Zion from life support. She knew he was in heaven now, cutting up with all the other children, and that warmed her heart.

  “I still don’t know why you won’t let me bring them up here.” Gwen said, taking a swig of her soda.

  “Nah. I don’t want them to see me like this. Then after the visit is over, I know they are gonna cry cause I can’t leave with them. I just can’t do that right now. I’ll be home in a couple of months anyway.” Niya replied.

  November 19th was Niya’s release date. She had to go to a halfway house, but that would only be for about a month, or at least until her probation officer approved her home plan.

  “So how is he?” Niya asked, inquiring about Chad.

  She really hadn’t heard from him much. Even though they weren’t together, she still cared about his well-being. Plus, she knew how much losing Zion had affected him.

  “He’s doing okay.” Gwen lied. “Chillin’ wit the twins.”

  Chad wasn’t doing well at all, and hadn’t been since the day they buried their son. He stopped going to work, which cost him his job, and the couple of rental houses he owned were becoming worthless in the housing market due to him letting them fall apart. Not only that, but he had also picked up a bad drinking habit. He was drunk every day. On several occasions, he had to be taken to the hospital for near alcohol poisoning.

  Gwen didn’t want to tell Niya all of that. She didn’t wan
t to stress her with outside problems. The main focus right now was preparing for Niya’s return to the streets.

  “What about the girls? Is everybody alright?” she asked, missing her MHB sisters.

  “Everybody’s good. We miss the hell out of you. Everybody sends their love, and MHB is growing larger than ever. Last I checked, we were over 500 members, scattered throughout Charlotte, Durham, Raleigh and Greensboro. We growin’ at a nice rate and it’s all love out there.

  “Wow!” Niya said with a big smile on her face.

  She was excited to hear how much MHB had grown. With over 500 members, they pretty much had Charlotte on lockdown. They controlled the drug trade and now were about to expand into a different market, one that would take them to a completely new level.

  Gwen and Niya sat for the remainder of the visit, catching up on old times. Gwen had made plans to stay in Tucson for the weekend, so they were going to have a few days to talk. She definitely had some power moves for MHB, but before she could put anything into motion, she had to run it by Niya. Even while in prison, Niya was the boss. Nothing went on in the streets without her knowledge.

  Mayo sat in the prison yard with his celly, Lucky. They were talking smack about how they used to get down when they were out in the world. That was typical for most inmates to do. They shared war stories and bragged about how many females they’d slept with. Most of the time it was all lies, but Mayo was known in the streets and could back up every story he told, and prove that he had sex with every female he talked about.

  “INMATE HARPER. REPORT BACK TO YOUR HOUSING UNIT!” The correctional officer yelled over the intercom.

  Mayo looked at his celly and raised an eyebrow. There were only a couple of reasons an inmate would be called back to his unit in the middle of recreation. Mayo didn’t think that any of those reasons applied to him, so he had no idea why he was being called.

  Once he got back to the block, the unit officer informed him that he had a legal visit. He was given a pass then sent on his way. The whole way to the visiting room, he thought about his upcoming trial. The last he heard, the government was ready to take another shot at a jury trial.

  “I hope you got some good news,” Mayo said to his attorney when he entered the lawyer’s room.

  “In fact, I believe I do.” Robert Graham, Mayo’s lawyer responded. “I just came from the district attorney’s office. They are willing to drop the first degree murder charge and allow you to plead guilty to conspiracy to commit murder,” he said, pulling the paperwork out of his briefcase.

  “And how much time does that hold?” Mayo asked.

  “The DA said they would go as low as ten years for the conspiracy count. I think it’s a hell of a deal, since you’re facing life without the chance of parole if you get convicted on the murder one charge,” the lawyer explained.

  The state had a case, but the chances of winning it were 50/50. Obviously, the jury couldn’t come together and agree on a verdict at his last trial. That’s what caused the hung jury. When the government knows that their case really isn’t that strong, they normally offer a deal just so they can at least walk away with a conviction. Many times, it’s a deal one would be stupid to refuse.

  “So you telling me I’ma get ten years if I sign these papers?” Mayo asked as he sifted through the paperwork.

  “Yeah! You can be a free man within the next 8 years,” the lawyer said.

  Ten years compared to a life sentence was a no brainer, and Mayo wasn’t stupid at all. He wasn’t about to play games with his life. Ten years was nothing; it was spending the rest of his life in prison that would kill him.

  Mayo finished looking through the documents then looked up at his lawyer. His choice had been made the moment Graham told him the number of years.

  “Let me see ya ink pen,” Mayo said, more than willing to sign off on the deal.

  Chad walked into the gas station and approached the counter. Without a word, he pulled out a large .44 Magnum and pointed it at the cashier’s head. No mask covered his face; he looked at the cashier dead on, as if he wanted to be remembered. The strong scent of alcohol radiated from his pores, tickling the cashier’s nose.

  “Take whatever you want. Please, just don’t shoot me,” the scared man pled, placing both hands in the air.

  Several customers darted out of the store when they realized what was happening. To the surprise of the cashier, Chad made no move to stop them. He actually seemed to be pleased.

  Another employee came from the back and walked right into the robbery. “Oh shit!” he said as he stepped back with his hands up.

  Chad still didn’t say anything. He nodded toward the cash register while keeping his gun on the two men. Then he pointed with his free hand to the boxes of cigarettes behind the counter, and finally to the candy bar section.

  The cashier looked at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking. The fact that he had not spoken a single word and seemed to be in no hurry made him extremely nervous. Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly did what he was told and threw everything in the bag.

  The tension in the air was thick as the employees waited anxiously for Chad’s next move. The bag sat on the counter, but Chad just kept his gun pointed at the two cashiers.

  “Please don’t shoot.” one of the men pled, feeling that this was more than just a simple robbery.

  Chad didn’t budge. He didn’t say a word. He just kept the two men at gunpoint and waited.

  Within minutes, Charlotte police were on the scene. One of the customers had immediately called the cops once they were safely out of the store.

  “Drop the gun and get down on your knees!” One officer yelled as he burst through the door. “I’m not gonna tell you again!” The cop threatened, inching his way towards Chad.

  The young rookie cop swore for a moment that he was going to have to shoot Chad, but as he walked right up behind him, Chad began to lower his weapon. He didn’t put up a fight or a struggle; he complied by dropping to his knees. As the officer was patting Chad down to see if he had any more weapons, Chad looked up at the two scared employees and he silently mouthed the words, I’m sorry!

  Diamond walked into the condo and jumped slightly at the sight of people standing in the living room. She was about to reach for her weapon until Tiffany pushed her way through the crowd and began clapping. Everybody else in the room joined her; they were celebrating the fact that Diamond had received her realtor license that morning after completing a three-month program. It didn’t seem like much to the average person, but for MHB, it was a hug step. Diamond was just the first. Tiffany, Gwen, Alexus, April and Portia were all next to get their licenses.

  “Congratulations!” Tiffany said, leaning in and giving Diamond a hug. “We bout to turn dis shit up!”

  Diamond looked around the room and smiled. Everyone there was a MHB member, and it had to be at least fifty girls present. Diamond could feel the love. It was a feeling she could never get tired of. The support and loyalty MHB members showed to each other was beyond anything any of the girls had ever seen in their lives.

  Chad was taken to the police station and charged with robbery, reckless endangerment and about 20 other offenses. Chad didn’t mind at all, he needed this case to be violent. This was the only way he could heighten his chances of being put in one of the most violent housing units down at County lock-up. Two main blocks in that jail housed violent offenders. It was a 50/50 chance he would land on his intended cellblock, but Chad was willing to take that chance.

  “Chad?” Detective Rose said as she passed the holding cells.

  Chad tried to turn away before she could see him, but it was too late. She was standing right in front of the cell looking directly at him.

  “What are you in here for?” she asked, tucking her folder under her arm.

  Chad shook his head in frustration. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to answer her, but more so because he knew that Rose was still an acti
ve member of MHB. The last thing he wanted her to do was try to help out, which he knew she was going to do anyway.

  “Drunk in public, and disorderly conduct,” he lied, hoping she wouldn’t investigate any further after hearing the non-serious charges. “I’ll be out when I sober up.”

  She could see that he was drunk, but she knew that wasn’t the reason he was there. The cell he was in gave it away. Drunk and disorderly conduct inmates were placed in the tank on the other side of the cellblock. Where Chad was, only violent offenders were housed. Rose went ahead and played along for the time being.

  “A’ight, Chad. Let me know if you need anything.” she said, tapping on the cell door before walking off.

  Rose didn’t hesitate to go straight to the logs to find out what Chad was in for. She was a cop, but her loyalty remained with MHB. So whether Chad liked it or not, he was still an extended part of the family.

  “Damn, Chad!” Rose said, looking at the long list of charges stemming from the robbery. “What in da hell did you do?”

  She was perplexed. This wasn’t like Chad. As Rose thought about it, she realized what Chad was attempting to do. She grabbed his paperwork and stormed back down to the holding cells. She slammed the papers on the window of the cell’s door.

  “Are you serious, Chad?” Rose snapped. “You actually think this shit is gonna work?”

  Chad didn’t say a word, he just looked at Rose. He couldn’t believe she’d figured out what he intended to do. The robbery was a fraud, and Rose had easily figured it out.

  “Are you forgetting that you got a set of twins out there, you asshole?” Rose spazzed.

  She wasn’t just MHB; she was personally connected to Niya. Her family was Rose’s family. The twins were like her niece and nephew and she had mad love for them. Chad was being selfish, and he wasn’t thinking about the lives of his other two kids. All he wanted to do was kill Mayo, and he was risking his life just to get next to him for the opportunity to do so. Anything could have happened. The rookie cop that arrested him could have blown his head off at the gas station. Chad wasn’t thinking about stuff like that, and that is what was making Rose so angry.