Country Girls 4 (Country Boy)

by Blake Karrington

  Gwen crawled over and sat with her back against the wall. She nodded at Alexus, who was sitting right up under the window. Alexus reached over, grabbed the string to the blinds, and yanked it as hard as she could. When the blinds went up, Gwen had a clear view and a clear shot at Cornell, which she took.

  One bullet hit him in his chest, while a second one took a nice chunk out of his right shoulder. He let off two shots wildly before dipping behind a partition. The vest he had on under his suit saved him, but the bullet still knocked the wind out of him.

  Gwen didn’t stop there. She kept firing bullet after bullet into the cubicle Cornell took refuge in. Bullets hit the computer screen, the monitor, the chair, and knocked holes the size of golf balls in the thin, wooden partition.

  Niki and Tec started to back up to the elevators when their ammo got low. In a flash, they were out the door and down the fire escape.

  Terrence and Randy just missed them, because as soon as the emergency exit door closed, the elevator doors opened.

  Terrence and Randy cautiously entered through the broken glass doors into a room of silence. The first thing Terrence saw was the dead secretary’s body on the ground, then he looked to the back to see the two armed MHB workers aiming guns right in his direction. The only reason they didn’t shoot was that they recognized Terrence.

  Randy split off, trying to clear the rest of the floor. He slowly walked to the other side of the cubicles, looking up and down the aisle with his gun in front of him. He wasn’t expecting Killa to jump out from behind one of the partitions with a knife, but he did and it happened so fast, Randy only got one shot off before a Rambo knife was jammed into his gut.

  Killa took it out and jammed it back into his gut a second time. Fortunately, Randy didn’t let go of the gun. He raised it to the side of Killa’s head while he was bear hugging him, and pulled the trigger.

  Terrence turned around for a hot second after her heard the second shot, but didn’t see anything because it was happening on the other side of the cubicles. His focus was on Gwen anyway, so he turned back around to continue heading for the office.

  “Gwen!” Terrence yelled, walking down the aisle towards the office.

  Gwen peeked her head from behind the wall and saw Terrence. She then looked over at the cubicle Cornell dipped behind and saw how close they were to each other.

  “Terrence, watch out!” Gwen yelled.

  Cornell peeked over and saw Terrence approaching. He dipped off, crawled around the back way, and ended up right behind him.

  The two armed MHB workers wanted to shoot at Cornell, but he had Terrence right in front of him and they both were standing in front of the office. They just couldn’t take the risk, and Randy was nowhere in sight.

  “Dick head!” Cornell said, raising the gun.

  When Terrence turned around, Cornell shot him in his chest. Tiffany jumped up from behind the desk to capitalize off their situation, but she was met by gunfire. Cornell let off a quick two rounds, hitting Tiffany in her chest before she could get a shot off. She fell to her knees and then flat on her face.

  “No, no, no, nooooo!” Gwen screamed, dropping her gun and crawling over to Tiffany.

  She rolled Tiffany over and cradled her in her arms. Alexus was in shock. She just sat under the window with her back against the wall staring at Gwen holding Tiffany.

  Gwen didn’t have her gun in her hand, so she posed no threat. Cornell walked over and stood over Terrence, who was still alive.

  “You chose these bitches over my brother. Now you gone die right along wit ʼem,” Cornell said, aiming the gun directly at his head.

  Cornell was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t hear the soft footsteps walking up behind him. At the very moment he was about to pull the trigger, he felt something press against the back of his head. He hesitated pulling the trigger, but the person standing behind him didn’t. The shot was muffled somewhat from the gun being so close to his head. The bullet crashed through his skull and ripped more than halfway through his brain. It was lights out, and he didn’t even get a chance to get the shot off. His body dropped right next to Terrence’s.

  Terrence looked up and saw a female standing there with the smoking gun in her hand. He figured it was just another MHB member, but what he didn’t know was that the woman standing over him was the boss, Niya.

  Final Chapter

  Three white hearses covered in flowers turned the corner and drove straight down Tryon Street. This was Tiffany and the two MHB females who were killed at the realtor company’s, last drive through the city before they were laid to rest in the Pinewood Cemetery in Charlotte.

  There had to be at least 200 cars following behind the hearses, most of which carried MHB members. The city was pretty much shut down on this Sunday, and not a lick of traffic was moving if it wasn’t going in the direction of the funeral. Just about every MHB member showed up in support, wearing their MHB hoodies and showing off their MHB tattoos.

  “What you thinkin’ about?” Niya asked Gwen as they sat in the back seat of a limousine that followed directly behind the third hearse.

  Gwen didn’t say anything at first. She just sat there thinking about all the things that had happened to her over the past couple of years. She lived a hectic life and had lost her family to the streets, along with a few close friends. It all had become too much for her to bear.

  “I’m done, Niya.” Gwen said in an exhausted manner. “I can’t keep livin’ life like this,” she said, wiping the tears that fell from her eyes.

  Niya scooted over and wrapped her arms around Gwen. She knew exactly how Gwen felt, because there were times when she felt the same way.

  “Shit, girl, I thought you was gonna be done a long time ago!” Niya chuckled. “Hell, I’m just about done too. I’m all the twins got now. Plus, we gettin’ too old for dis shit!”

  They broke into laughter, thinking about how true that statement really was. Niya and Gwen had orchestrated one of the largest female movements in the history of Charlotte and paved the way for young females to come. It would be an understatement for anybody to say that they did their thing. They did more than that, and put in more work than most men. They did it all and made more heavy sacrifices. They were like queens in the hood, and once they departed from the game, they would become legends.

  After the funeral, Gwen stopped by the hospital to check up on Terrence, who had been through a surgery and two blood transfusions. The bullet had done some serious damage, but the doctors said that he was going to make it.

  When she got up to his floor, she noticed an increase in security around his room. Not hospital security, but hood security, and even a few familiar faces Gwen knew. They were five deep outside his room, with two inside with him. When Gwen walked up, she didn’t even have to say anything. The men just parted without question, letting her pass.

  Randy was sitting in a wheelchair next to Terrence’s side with his head resting on the edge. When he looked up and saw Gwen, he smiled.

  “How are you?” she asked, putting her bag on Terrence’s bed by his feet.

  “I lost one of my kidneys and one of my lungs collapsed. But other than that, I’m good!” he answered. Sometimes being stabbed by a knife can be worse than being shot, especially if you are stabbed in the right place.

  “So, how’s he?” she asked walking over to the other side of the bed.

  “He woke up for about five seconds, and you’re not gonna believe what he said.” Randy said with a smile on his face.

  “What?” she asked looking down on Terrence.

  “Dis black ass nigga had da nerve to call out ya name… talkin’ bout… Gwen, I love you,” Randy said. “If he didn’t have that big ass hole in his chest, I would have woke him up just to kick his ass,” he joked.

  Gwen smiled then pulled up a chair to sit next to him. One of the nurses came to the door and chased Randy back to his room, so Gwen was left in the room with Terrence all alon
e.

  She never really had a chance to thank him for being there for her, nor did she have the opportunity to let him know how she felt about him. She didn’t go as deep and as far as Terrence did by saying that he loved her, but Gwen did like him a lot. Even though he ended up being shot before he could run in and save the day, Gwen felt like his intentions were just as good. He was willing, and did take a bullet for her, and for that, Gwen was going to stay right by his side until he woke up. She wasn’t sure if anything was going to come about from being there for him, but she damn sure was going to see it through, in hopes that maybe Terrence could be the one whom she shared her newfound life with; a life without MHB.

  The End

  SOUTH CAROLINA

  Tec pulled up to Niki’s house and honked the horn. Since the episode up north, they’d been spending a lot of time with each other. One could say that they were somewhat a couple now. Their relationship had gone from gun clapping side by side, to fucking just about every night since Cornell, Killa and Cub were killed in the Hearst Tower shoot out.

  “I’m comin’!” Niki yelled as she walked down the steps.

  She switched her fat ass down the walkway and straight into Tec’s car. She was looking good to in her Tru Religion jean set and Jordans.

  “What you in a rush fo?” Niki said, closing the door behind her.

  “You not gon’ believe what I stumbled across,” Tec said, looking over at Niki like he had found Noah’s ark.

  “What you talkin’ about?”

  “I know where dem bitches live!”

  Tec had been plotting his revenge ever since the day Cornell, Killa and Cub were murdered. He had driven back up to North Carolina to do some homework, and had come up when he found and followed Gwen home.

  “You tryin’ to finish dis shit?” he asked Niki with a serious look on his face.

  One thing about Niki, she was down for whatever. “Yeah, fuck it. Let’s do it.”

  Tec looked at her and smiled. He loved having a bitch that ride or die with her man. This was something he could really get used to.

  He put the car in drive and was about to pull off when out of the blue, two big, black Suburbans pulled up in front of him and behind him, boxing his Cadillac CTS in.

  “What da fuck?” He said and reached for his gun under his seat.

  He didn’t know who it was until all eight doors to the trucks swung open and eight females with MHB hoodies jumped out with large assault rifles in their hands. Everybody had a chopper and every one of them was pointed at the car.

  “Ah shit!” Tec yelled, ducking down in his seat.

  Niki ducked down too, but it was to no avail. All eight choppers opened up at the same time, sending hundreds of bullets into the car. There was nowhere for them to hide, especially since the girls opened fire a mere 10 to 15 feet away from the car. Needless to say, both Tec and Niki were dead before the last bullet hit the car.

  In an instant, all eight woman jumped back into the truck and pulled off, leaving behind what was left of the beef.

  Apparently, Tec wasn’t the only one doing his homework.

  Coming December 20th

  the King of The South

  Strap bobbed his head to his Best of Biggie Smalls CD. He was so ready to get to the last trap house for the night and call King so they could hit the city hard. It was Friday, and definitely a payday, but unlike so many other suckers, Uncle Sam wouldn’t get a damn dime of their money! Strap pulled his Audi SUV in front of the dope house with 345 on the mailbox, and parked by the curb. He scanned the street before getting out. He may have been feeling good, but not good enough to get caught slipping by some bitch ass niggas.

  Strap always remembered what his granddaddy used to tell him and his friends. Let your guard down, and end up six feet in the ground, little niggas. His granddaddy was a real OG, and ruthless as hell. The old man was in his 60s, but niggas in the hood were still scared of his ass. As Strap began walking towards the trap house, the hairs on his arm stood up. Everything looked normal around the residence, but something felt off for some reason. He waited until he got by the big oak tree and checked his gun. The only lights he could see on in the house were on the side, which was where the kitchen was located. He didn’t see any cars he didn’t recognize on the street, but he knew that didn’t mean shit. He gripped his Colt and began slowly walking up the walkway to the front steps of the house.

  As he reached the top step, he heard the stone gravel of the walkway behind him crunch. Strap felt a chill go down his spine as he turned. A blue flash of light cut through the darkness of the night, something stung his lower back, and suddenly he felt a burning sensation travel down his legs.

  Fuck! Strap yelled as he fell back against the porch. He scanned the street, but he couldn’t see who fired the shot. He grabbed his phone and hit the number four. When he looked up from the phone, he saw a tall light-skinned nigga walking up the sidewalk smiling. Strap tried to pop off a shot, but his hand had suddenly stopped functioning and his gun fell from his grip.

  “Hey Nigga, night night!” the man said as he pointed the gun at Strap and pulled the trigger, while laughing. The man’s laughter echoed in Strap’s head as his face faded into darkness.

  __________

  The Queen City, is known to visitors and those that live outside its zip code as Charlotte, North Carolina. The city was named after a Queen, and the old bird would shit bricks, knowing that a black King was driving down the streets of the city named after her and feeling this good. King drove his new white Jaguar XRL down the city streets of his hometown. Usually, he would be checking his rear view and side mirrors for the fucking cops or some bitch ass niggas that had beef with him, but tonight, he was riding on the high of it being Friday and nothing but a good time ahead.

  With the top down, the air caressed his face. He had just gotten the VIP late night treatment from his barber, Don. It was after hours, and Don didn’t do shit for anyone unless they made it worth his while, and dropping a c-note to ole boy definitely made it worth it.

  King checked his reflection in the mirror and smiled His thin mustache was lined up perfectly, and his fade was cut real low. King’s thick eyebrow’s highlighted his light brown eyes and long eyelashes. Genetics were a great thing. Even when he was young, people always complimented him on his looks. When he turned thirteen, he had his last growth spurt over the summer. He shot up six inches, and his shoulders widened. He now stood 6’2”, with caramel skin, and a sculpted body that turned the heads of women and girls.

  Tonight, he was feeling himself, and usually he was on ready set go, but for a brief moment, he was going to allow himself to relax. He stopped at a red light and a group of college girls walked by. They slowed down and seductively waved at King. He nodded his head at them, and flashed his 1000 watt smile as they smiled back. The light turned green, and he hit the accelerator. He rested his right hand on his steering wheel, and allowed his left hand to hang over the door. He permitted his mind to drift back to his teenage years, when he was 16 years old.

  King was in the driver’s seat of his father’s Mercedes, they were listening to Aretha Franklin’s Do Right Woman, which was his father’s favorite song. King bobbed his head to the music while his father ran down some facts about the family business of hustling.

  Reggie reached over and turned down the volume on the radio. “Listen, Roni,” Reggie called King by his first name while looking out the passenger window. “Son, hear me and hear me good. These streets ain’t got no love for no damn body. Games are for chumps, not for this business. These are serious times; you can never underestimate a man’s intentions when it comes to being on top. You feel me?”

  King smiled as Reggie’s voice and face began to fade into the side glass of the downtown building, his heart ached as the pain of losing his father at such a young age began to resurface. King took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his current world came back into view for him.

  As
his mind cleared of his father, he pressed the volume button on the radio. Jay Z’s “Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of the City” pumped through the Bose speakers. Damn Dad kept it all the way real, King thought to himself.

  He approached the top of the hill and dropped the car down into second gear. Yeah, this was the perfect place to test out the power of his new toy. He looked at the clock; he had spent enough time bullshitting around. He was only about ten minutes from his trap house. He needed to collect his money, and make sure these fools had everything bagged up. He knew this was not the night to be running late, it was Friday, and the spot was surely lit up with business. He didn’t like leaving so much cash in the hood, it would tempt folks too much.

  King took out his cell phone and called his boy, Strap, to make sure that everything was ready for him to pick up. The phone rang several times until voicemail came on. King dialed Strap’s number again, it rang twice this time and then there was silence on the line for a brief second.

  “Hey yo, Strap. What up, fam?” King said as he turned down Hinton Street. The silence on the line erupted in loud popping sounds. Several gunshots rang out

  “Strap? Hey Strap, what the fuck is going on? Strap!” King yelled into his blue tooth. He heard several more shots, and then the line clicked. “Strap, Strap!”

  King hurriedly pulled over in front of the old Circle K that was closed now, and jumped out. He was only a couple of blocks away from the dope house, and he needed to get his gun out of the trunk. One of his girls had warned him that the biggest gang in the city, CMPD, were out heavy on the streets, and that he needed to ride somewhat clean, especially on a Friday. King wasn’t sure what he was about to walk into, but he knew he heard some heavy gunfire when he called Strap.

  King placed the Glock in the back of his pants and jumped back in the car. He popped it into gear and sped out towards the trap house. He killed his light as he turned down Milton. The street was quiet as King slowly approached the house. He stopped two houses down from his destination, and raised his top. He parked in front of the big oak tree, which partially hid his car.