by White, Silk
“You shut your pervert ass up. This pussy right here,” she slapped her ass, “belongs to G-money!”
“Bitches is too bold nowadays,” Skip hissed as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed April’s number, only to get sent straight to the voicemail again.
“Yo my dude, I’m about to run to the store downthe block real quick. You want anything?” Knowledge asked, placing his 9mm in the small of his back.
“Nah, I’m good. Good looking though,” Skip replied, his mind stuck on his wife and son.
* * * * “Damn, shorty ass is stupid fat,” Knowledge said out loud as he turned around to look at the woman’s ass who was leaving the store as he entered. “I love these country bitches,” he said loudly as he grabbed the items he desired.
All the women in the store gave him salty looks for the last comment he made, but Knowledge paid them no mind.
“Fuck this shit,” Knowledge huffed as he nonchalantly skipped the line and tossed his items on the counter. “Yo fam, let me get some Skittles and some Newports B.”
“Ummmm… there is a line back here,” a dark skin lady said loudly, as she sucked her teeth.
“Oh yeah, and let me get a lighter too,” Knowledge said, ignoring the woman who stood behind him.
“Excuse me sir?”
“Fuck outta here,” Knowledge said, directing his attention to the woman. “Damn, I’m just tryna get some cigarettes.”
“Well you need to wait in line like every body else,” the lady said, raising her voice.
“Listen bitch, I don’t do lines! Now excuse my back,” Knowledge said, turning his back to the lady so he could pay for his shit and go.
“Bitch!?” she echoed. “Who the fuck you calling a bitch? You don’t want me to go get my baby daddy, because if I go get him all hell will break loose up in this store. Youbetter act like you got some sense fuck nigga!”
Knowledge sighed loudly, as he slowly turned around and back slapped the lady. “Now go get ya baby daddy!”
“You done fucked up now,” the lady said as she exited the store still holding the side of her face.
* * * * “Stupid ass bitch,” Knowledge mumbled as he stepped back in the house.
“What’s wrong,” Skip asked, sensing something was wrong.
“I just had to smack the shit outta some bitch at the store,” Knowledge said with a bit of venom in his voice.
“You stupid,” Skip exhaled. “You just don’t getit,” he lightly scolded him.
“Nah, shorty was up in the store wilding for noreason,” Knowledge said, trying to sound convincing.
“You better hope she don’t come back with nobody,” Ashley said, sitting on the couch cross-legged. “Cause niggaz play with them choppers out here,” she told him.
“Nobody asked you all that,” Knowledge said as he shot her a cold stare.
“Yo, just stay in the fucking house from now on,” Skip huffed.
“Damn, why you acting like a lil bitch?”
Skip was about to respond, but decided he didn’t want to waste his breath.
* * * *
Roy and three other men sat at a round table outside in the middle of the hood playing spades.
“Damn it’s hot as fuck out here,” Roy said, wipingthe sweat from his forehead. The four men sat in the shade, but somehow the sun still took its toll on them.
Roy sat at the table with no shirt on, studyinghis hand. To the average person, Roy looked like a regular person. But everybody who knew him, knew he was one of the biggest drug dealers in Florida and one of, if not the most, vicious and violent men in America. Each man had their pistols on the table within arms reach. Roy wrote down the score on a small piece of paper when he noticed an elderly woman approach the card game.
“Excuse me. I’m looking for someone who goes bythe name Roy,” the old lady said innocently.
“How you doing ma’am? How can I help you?” Roy asked, giving her his undivided attention.
“Umm…you don’t know me, but I was told if I had any problems to come see you,” she said in a frail voice.
“So what’s up?” Roy asked.
“My husband has a bad drug problem. He stole my rent money and now my rent is two months behind. If I don’t pay my rent tomorrow, they going to put me out in the street.”
“How much you need?”
“About $1,800,” the old lady told him.
Roy looked over at his right hand man, Bumpy. “Paythe lady.”
Bumpy quickly pulled out a big wad of cash and peeled off 20, one hundred dollar bills, and handed it to the elderly woman.
“God bless you Roy. Thank you so much,” the old lady said as she kissed Roy on his cheek, as she walked away thanking the Lord.
“Damn that’s the fifth rent you done paid this month,” Bumpy huffed.
“You talking like that money is coming out of your pocket,” Roy exhaled.
“I’m just saying, it seems like people are justtrying to use you,” Bumpy protested.
“Chill out bro,” Roy said as he shuffled the cards.
Roy couldn’t do nothing but chuckle. His right hand man Bumpy was one of the cheapest mufuckas in the world. He got the name Bumpy because his face was covered with nasty looking bumps. He had a face only a mother could love, but Roy and Bumpy been friends ever since the second grade.And when it came to gunplay, Bumpy was one of the best.
“How many books you got?” Bumpy asked as he noticed the familiar Dodge Charger come to a screeching stop.
Evet slid out of the driver seat with a hurt look on her face.
“What’s up baby?” Roy asked focusing on the handhe was dealt.
“Some hoe ass nigga just slapped me while I was at the store,” Evet growled.
“Slapped you,” Roy’s brow furrowed at that last comment.
“Yeah, for no reason too,” she added, still rubbing her face. “And he had a New York accent.”
“A’ight, go in the house. I’mma take care of it,” Roy said with a gesture of dismissal.
Once Evet was in the house, Bumpy spoke. “How you want to handle this?”
“Round up a couple of soldiers and teach them fuck niggaz a lesson,” Roy said in a calm voice. “I’mma go and make sure Evet is a’ight.”
Bumpy quickly rounded up three soldiers, popped the trunk on the old school Cadillac, and removed three A.K.’s.
“Let’s go take care of this business,” Bumpy grumbled as he slid in the passenger seat. Once the car was filled, the Cadillac cruised to its destination.
* * * * Skip sat on the couch along with Ashley, watching an episode of Martin. “Yo this nigga funnier than muthafucka,” Skip laughed loudly.
“Damn, it aint that funny,” Ashley sucked her teeth. “Just shut up,” Skip said mockingly.
Ashley sighed. “I need a drink.”
“Get me one too,” Skip chimed.
“Fuck outta here,” Ashley yelled over her shoulder. She returned from the kitchen carrying two glasses in
one hand and a bottle of Remy in the other. Beforeshe could make it back to the couch, bullets came flying through the windows and doors.
Skip quickly tackled Ashley and covered her fromdanger. The gunshots sounded like a marching band drum line stood outside of the apartment.
The two shooters who stood upstairs immediately opened fire on the old school Cadillac. Once the gunshots slowed up, Knowledge quickly shot to his feet, stormed outside, and emptied the clip of his 9mm at the Cadillac’s taillights. “Pussies!!” he yelled as he watched the Cadillac bend the corner.
“Yo get this money and drugs up outta here,” Skip ordered as he held his Desert Eagle down by his side.
Suge quickly headed upstairs to do as he was told.
“Get ya ass up and put on some clothes,” Skip said, helping Ashley up off the floor.
“Two soldiers got hit,” Suge said, with three duffle bags in his hands.
“A’ight listen. When the cops get here, just tell them you live here
alone and somebody just did a drive by,” Skip said as he and the rest of the crew slid out the back door and made their get away.
Chapter6 BackFromtheDead
Big Mel sat in his small, one bedroom apartment counting the money he just stole from Detective Nelson. Big Mel felt good about what he did to the crooked cop. His heart told him he should of killed the detective, but something inside of him decided that torturing the man would be better. The thing that bothered Big Mel the most was Ali. He was like a big brother to Big Mel and setting him up only made Big Mel feel worse and worse every time he thought about it.
Sitting on the couch next to Big Mel was a M-16 Rifle and a Teflon vest. He knew half of the world was probably looking to kill him so on site, he would be prepared to throw down if need be. Big Mel had a lot of things on his mind, but his main objective was to make Detective Nelson’s life as miserable as possible.
A huge smile appeared on Nancy’s face when she saw Ali walk through the visiting room doors.
“Hey baby! I missed you so much,” Nancy screamed as she jumped up in Ali’s arms.
“Hey boo,” Ali said as he hugged Nancy tightly.
“So how’s everything?” Nancy asked as the two sat down.
“I can’t complain,” he replied dryly.
“You ain’t been having no problems up in here right?” Nancy asked nervously.
“Nah, I’ve been cool.”
“Do you have a cellmate?”
“Yeah, my cellmate is a midget.”
“A midget?” Nancy chuckled.
“Yeah, he’s cool. I’m just making the best out of a bad situation,” Ali shrugged.
“Did you hear about Spanky?”
“Yeah, I heard. I refused to go to the funeral,” Ali said, looking down at the floor. “I can’t look at my baby brother in a box.”
“I understand,” Nancy said, as she rubbed his back for comfort.
“Hey shit happens,” he sighed. “First Big Mel snitches on me, then my brother kill himself right before I wassupposed to get married.”
Nancy didn’t know what to say, so instead, she just rubbed his back.
“What’s up with little Ali?”
“Oh I was going to bring him, but he got a cold and I didn’t want to bring him out in this kind of weather.”
“Okay that’s cool,” Ali said, as he noticed somebig diesel guy ice grilling him.
“You know him?” Nancy asked, noticing how the big man was staring at Ali.
“Nah, not that I know of,” Ali shrugged his shoulders. “I probably killed somebody in his family or something,” Ali said, taking a guess.
“Oh my God baby! Please try to stay out of trouble,” Nancy pleaded.
“It’s impossible to stay out of trouble in a place like this,” Ali said, returning the big man’s stare.
“That guy looks like he been working out since he was a baby,” Nancy said, scared that the big man was going to hurt her fiance’.
“Its all good,” Ali said, redirecting his attention back to the queen that sat before him.
“You just be careful in this place, okay?”
“You know I got you boo,” Ali told her as the C.O. announced that visiting hours were over.
Ali gave Nancy a big hug and kiss before he headed in the back, where each inmate had to strip butt naked and get searched.
* * * * “How was your visit?” Lil Bit asked Ali, as soon as he entered the cell.
“It was cool, I guess.”
“You take any flicks?”
“Nah, not this time,” Ali said, hopping up on his bunk. “A few of my chicks used to come see me the first year,
but after that, it was a wrap. They all stopped coming one by one, slowly but surely,” Lil Bit said, with a little bit of hurt in his voice.
“Don’t let that bother you. You’ll be outta here soon.” Lil Bit chuckled. “Yeah, in about eight more years.” “It could be worse. You could of got life,” Aliremarked.
“Fuck all that. I’m about to go to chow. You rolling?” “What they having?”
“Pizza,” Lil Bit said, throwing his shirt on.
“Yeah, I’ll roll with you,” Ali said, as he hopped off his
bunk. Five minutes later, every one’s cell popped open and each inmate stepped out their cell and stood in line. After walking down a few flights of stairs, Ali and Lil Bit reached the mess hall (cafeteria).
As usual, the shit was noisy and packed. Ali stood on line and noticed the big diesel guy from the visiting room a few heads ahead of him and Lil Bit.
“Yo who is that big, ugly, diesel muthafucka?” Ali asked Lil Bit.
“Oh that’s just Knock Out,” Lil bit answered nonchalantly. “Knock out?”
“Yeah, they call him that because where ever he
punches you at, you gonna be knocked out. Why, ya’ll got beef?” “I don’t know. He was just staring at me while I was on my visit.”
“That’s not good,” Lil Bit said, shaking his head.
“Fuck that! I’m about to go see what’s popping!”
“Chill! Wait until we get back to the staircase,” Lil Bit said, grabbing Ali by the wrist.
“Fuck that. I ain’t waiting for him to make his move first,” Ali said, jerking his arm loose.
Ali quickly skipped the line and crept up on Knock Out from behind, with Lil Bit on his heels. With all his might, Ali swung and landed a vicious hook to the back of Knock Out’s head.
With the reflexes of a wild animal, Knock Out turned around already in a swinging motion. Ali ducked the punch right on time. Knock Out’s punch knocked out the guy who stood behind Ali.
Ali quickly followed up with a hook to the body and an upper cut to the big man’s chin. The punches had no effect on the big man.
Knock Out grabbed Ali and with almost an effortless toss, Ali was air borne.
Once Lil Bit saw his cellmate crash on top of atable, he quickly threw two upper cuts below Knock Out’s belt. Knock Out picked Lil Bit up with one hand and punched him across the mess hall.
By this time, Ali had made it back to his feet. Before Knock Out could make his way over to Ali, a well-known inmate named Loco, sliced Knock Out’s face from behind with a street razor.
Before Knock Out knew it, Ali and Loco had him on the floor stomping him out. Seconds later the turtles (Police in riot gear) came rushing in the mess hall. Every inmate immediately dropped down to the floor; no one wanting to get shot with a rubber bullet.
The officers quickly hand cuffed Lil Bit, Ali, Loco, Knock Out, and two other inmates who was about to jump into the fight. The officers escorted them to the box and locked down the entire prison.
Chapter7 HereComestheBulshit
Coco laid on the king sized bed butt naked on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, watching a reality show with a blunt in between her fingers. She laughed at how silly people on T.V. acted, when she heard the front door slam. Seconds later, G-money entered the room.
“Hey baby,” he said, as he kissed Coco on the lipsand removed the blunt from her fingers.
“What up G? I made dinner, but I’m sure you probably ate already.”
“Yeah, I had Chinese food while I was out,” G-money said distractedly, as he slowly and gently massaged and played with Coco’s exposed pussy.
“She missed you too,” Coco replied, as she felt her pussy getting wet instantly.
Two minutes later G-money felt Coco’s warm mouth all over his dick. Coco did her best to deep throat G-money’s dick as she started off kissing and licking the head.
By this time G-money had entered two fingers inside Coco’s sopping wet pussy.
“Damn,” Coco moaned with her mouth still full. G-money’s fingers felt so good that she could feel herself releasing in his hand. G-money then placed his straining erection against her mouth and began guiding her head back and fourth at a fast pace, until he couldn’t take it any moreand exploded in her mouth.
Coco greedily swallowed every last drop then w
atched as G-money headed for the shower. Coco laid on the bed exhausted from her sexual escapade, as Jay-Z flowed through the speakers at a low volume, when the ringing house phone caught her attention.
“Hello,” Coco answered in lazy tone.
“Can I speak to G-money please?” a woman asked with a slight attitude.
“Who the fuck is this?” Coco asked nastily.
“This is Ashley,” she answered in a slick tone. “Remember me? I met you at the hospital,” she said,rubbing it in.
“Oh the high priced hooker? I remember you,” Coco said, taking a shot.
“Listen, I don’t have time to play games with you. Where’s G-money? I been calling his cell phone andhe ain’t answering.”
“Bitch it’s obvious he’s avoiding your calls for a reason,” Coco said hotly.
“I figured you must have been around him tagging along like always. Just tell him to call me. It’s an emergency and don’t forget the name is Ashley,” she said, hanging up in Coco’s ear.
“Fucking bitch,” Coco cursed loudly, as she headed towards the bathroom. Before she could enter, G-money was coming out.
“Damn, you could at least have enough respect for me and not give bitches the house phone number,” Coco huffed, rolling her eyes.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” G-money asked, confused.
“Why the fuck does that bitch Ashley have our home number? What the fuck is this shit about?” she said, folding her arms in front of her.
“It’s nothing boo. Ashley is out of town with Skip and Knowledge getting that money. I told her only to call the house if it was an emergency from a land line,” G-money explained.
“Do I look stupid to you,” Coco asked, trying to suppress the tears of anger that were starting to form in the corner of her eyes.
“Look don’t start, because I ain’t even trying to hear that bullshit tonight,” G-money said, waving her off.
“You know what? I don’t need this shit,” Coco hissed, as she began packing her things.
“What the fuck you doing?” G-money asked, looking on in shock.
“Something I should of done along time ago,” Coco said, as she continued to pack her shit.
“You know what? I’m sick and tired of you complaining about every fucking thing,” G-money barked, as he stepped in Coco’s closet and grabbed as much of her clothes ashe could carry, and threw her belongings out in front of the house. The whole time G-money never noticed the van that stood across the street. Several FBI agents sat in the van snapping pictures of G-money from every angle.
