by White, Silk
“Don’t touch my shit! I can carry it by myself,” Coco yelled out as she quickly wiggled her fat ass in a pair of skintight jeans.
“What’s going on out here?” Nancy asked, stepping out of her room.
“Girl, I can’t stay here anymore. If I stay, he’s only going to continue to step all over me,” Coco said as her titties swung around freely.
“Well, if you leaving then I’m leaving too,” Nancy said as she handed Coco her bra from off the floor.
“Nah, I don’t want you traveling all around in this weather with the baby,” Coco said, as she grabbed a few more of her things and headed for the door.
“G-money, what happened?” Nancy asked, trying to defuse the situation.
“I give this girl the world and all she do is complain. Let her take her ass out there for a while, then maybe she’ll realize how good she had it!”
“You can’t just put her out in this kind of weather,” Nancy said on her friend’s behalf.
“Fuck that she gotta go,” G-money said, swatting in Coco’s direction.
“I ain’t going nowhere, until you give me some money,” Coco declared.
“Here, you greedy bitch,” G-money yelled as he tossed 15 thousand dollars down from the second floor of the huge house. “Is that enough, you fucking spoiled gold-digger?”
Coco didn’t respond. She just picked up the neatly rubber band stacked money and made her exit.
Once outside, Coco tossed the money and the rest of her belongings in the trunk of her Lexus. She then slidin the driver’s seat and made the engine come to life. But before she left, she wasn’t going to leave quietly. Coco slid out the Lexus and picked up a brick that sat at the end of the driveway and tossed it through the windsheild of G-money’s Range Rover.
“Muthafucka,” she chuckled, as she quickly slid back in the driver seat of the Lexus and backed out of the driveway.
The entire time, the FEDS took pictures of everything that went on.
* * * * “Come on!” Mad Dog yelled, leaning against the shinny black limousine. Seconds later, Rell stepped out of his house with an opened bottle of Moet in his hand, with Debo in tow.
“Happy born day my nigga,” Mad Dog said, givingRell a pound followed by a hug.
“It’s my birthday, every day,” Rell replied, asthe trio slid in the back of the limo.
“I’m just happy I made it another year on this earth to celebrate,” Rell said, as he guzzled from the bottle.
“You heard about Detective Nelson?” Mad Dog asked.
“Nah, what’s up with that chump? He was supposed to pick up his money last week, but he never showed up,” Rell said.
“You ain’t going to believe this shit,” Mad Dog said, looking at his two partners. “I heard a soldier from Ali’s crew broke into Detective Nelson’s crib, beat him up, robbed him, and then shoved a pool stick up his ass.”
The trio immediately erupted into laughter.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Rell said, waving Mad Dog off.
“Nah, I’m dead ass. That’s the word on the street,” Mad Dog said, sipping slowly from his glass.
“Damn, that’s fucked up,” Rell chuckled, lookingat his watch. “I know his ass hole is burning!”
The trio erupted into laughter again.
When Rell and his crew entered the club, it wasn’t jammed packed. But slowly but surely, the club began to fill up. Rell and his crew made their way to the V.I.P. section, where they ordered drinks.
The whole time Rell never noticed Jimmy sittingin the V.I.P. section next to him, along with a couple of Spanish women.
Rell sat nursing a drink, bobbing his head to the music the DJ was playing, when he noticed a fine ass white girl.
“Damn,” Rell whispered as he admired the woman’slong blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Everyone who was close to Rell knew he had a weakness for white women. It was just something about them, not to mention they didn’t complain and have an attitude every five minutes.
Debo and Mad Dog hated the fact that Rell always dated white women instead of black women, but Rell was the boss so it wasn’t much they could do about it. “To each his own,” is what the two would always say.
Debo shook his head, as he watched Rell snake through the crowd in pursuit of the white girl.
“Excuse me. I don’t mean to bother you,” Rell said as he grabbed the white girl by her wrist. “It’s my birthday and I would love for you to join me in my V.I.P. section for some drinks,” he said in a well-spoken manner.
“Sure no problem,” Blue eyes said, after she sized up the man that stood before her.
“I spotted you from across the room and I just had to say something to you,” Rell told her, as he handed her a glass of champagne.
“Thank you,” she said, accepting the drink. “You’re not too bad looking yourself.”
“So what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing in a place like this?” Rell asked, guzzling from his bottle.
“My friend dragged me out the house. I’m not really a party person,” Blue eyes chuckled lightly, as she sipped from her glass.
“I can tell,” Rell replied, undressing the young lady with his eyes.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Everyone calls me Rell.”
“Nice to meet you Rell; everyone calls me Heather.” She batted her eyes innocently, as she shook Rell’s hand.
“That name definitely fits that pretty face,” Rell flirted, as he kissed the top of Heather’s hand.
“Thanks,” Heather said, blushing, as she sat crossed legged.
Meanwhile, Jimmy sat watching Rell’s every move. He had to give it to Rell; the man knew how to have a good time. Jimmy watched as Rell had a conversation with the young lady. He then looked over to where Debo and Mad Dog stood. Two sexy divas had their full attention. He decided now was the perfect time to make his move.
“Excuse me ladies. I’ll be right back,” Jimmy said,as he snaked his way through the crowd slipping his black gloves on his hands. Once outside, Jimmy removed the .380 that rested in his ankle holster, along with the silencer that rested in the small of his back. He quickly screwed on the silencer as he approached Rell’s limousine. “Hey you can’t park right here.”
“Why not?” The limo driver asked defensively.
Jimmy quickly shoved the .380 in the driver’s face and pulled the trigger twice.
As if nothing happened, Jimmy walked off to his vehicle and disappeared into the night, leaving the limo driver slumped over the steering wheel.
* * * * Heather sat in the V.I.P. section still talking to Rell when she noticed her friend signaling that she was readyto leave.
“Well it was nice talking to you, but my friend is ready to go and I’m driving so….”
“Can I get your number before you go?” Rell asked, as he smoothly removed his cell phone from its case.
“Sure,” Heather said, as she punched her number inside his cell phone. “You better use it too.” She winked as she and her friend disappeared in the crowd.
Rell watched Heather’s ass switch from side to side before she disappeared through the crowd. “Damn, I gotta hit that,” he said to himself, as he pictured the two going at it in his mind.
“Let’s get up outta here. Its dead in here,” Debo said noticing every body making their exit one by one.
When the trio made it outside, the cool breeze quickly assaulted them.
“Damn its brick (cold) out here,” Rell mumbled, as he tapped on the hood of the limo so the driver could unlock the doors. “Yo open the fucking door,” Rell yelled, ashe walked over to the driver’s window.
“Oh shit,” Rell growled, as he quickly removed his p89 from his waistband. “Somebody shot my fucking driver.”
“Why the fuck would somebody shoot our driver?”Debo asked, holding his Desert Eagle with two hands as his eyes swept the parking lot.
“Fuck that. Get inside the limo until the cab gets here just in case the shooter is still
out here,” Mad Dog suggested as he held open the back door.
Rell quickly hopped in the back of the limo and out of the line of fire.
When the cab finally arrived, Rell and Debo quickly slid in the back seat. Mad Dog stayed at the scene and waited until the cops arrived, since the limo was rented in his name.
“Who the fuck would go out and shoot our driver?” Debo asked as he and Rell entered the baby mansion.
“I don’t even know who has the balls to do someshit like that,” Rell said, as he headed over to the mini bar. “We already took care of Ali and G-money so it couldn’t of been them,” Rell said in deep thought.
“Probably some new jack trying to make a name for himself,” Debo said, trying to figure out the mystery.
“Nah, that wasn’t the work of an amateur,” Rell said, downing the liquid fire in one gulp.
“We just gotta be cautious until we get to the bottom of this,” Debo said.
“Don’t worry, I’mma figure this shit out,” Rellsaid in a serious tone.
Chapter8 PainintheAss
Detective Nelson laid on his bed flat, on his stomach, looking at the blank T.V. screen. Only evil and murderous thoughts ran through his mind. Detective Nelson had a mugshot picture of Big Mel lying right next to him. Every time he looked at it, the more he wanted to kill Big Mel. The Detective hadn’t slept in a week. Instead, he stayed up all night spinning the barrel on his .357 Magnum thinking about how was going to kill the big man when he caught him.
Detective Nelson didn’t mind the fact that Big Mel had robbed him. He didn’t like how Big Mel had tamperedwith his manhood; for that Big Mel had to die a slow and painful death.
“Why are we hiding from these niggaz like some bitches?” Knowledge huffed, as he paced back and forth in the hotel room.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop complaining? We still getting money so what’s the big deal?” Skip grunted, as he served a crack head, and then sent him back on his way.
“It’s not about the money. It’s about standing our ground,” Knowledge continued his rant.
“Listen, G-money will be here in about an hour. Take it up with him when he get here,” Skip said, ending the conversation.
Forty-five minutes later, Skip heard a loud knock at the door. When he answered it, G-money stood on the other side.
“What’s good?” G-money asked; as he stepped in the hotel room giving each man dap.
“So what’s the plan?” Knowledge asked, thirsty to let his gun do the talking for him.
“Who’s this guy who tried to smoke ya’ll?” G-money asked.
“Some cat named Roy,” Skip answered. “I did a little research on dude and from what I hear he’s the real deal.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” G-money smiled. “Everybody strap up.”
“What’s the plan?” Suge asked, as he handed G-money a .45.
“Simple. I’mma go talk to the cat,” G-money said, checking the magazine on his gun. “Either he’s going to lead us in the right direction to get some bomb work, or we gon post up across the street from his block.”
“They don’t do the block thing too much out here. These niggaz be having the trap houses poppin,” Knowledge informed G-money.
“I don’t give a fuck how they make their money.Bottom line is I want in,” G-money said as he and his crew made their exit, only leaving behind two soldiers, so they could serve any customers that showed up at the hotel.
* * * * “Yeah we shot that whole shit up,” Bumpy boasted, as he studied his hand.
“You think them city niggaz got the message?” Roy asked, as he poured himself a shot of Bacardi 151.
“I guess, because they ain’t pumping out of that apartment no more,” Bumpy said, throwing out a card.
As Roy went to count his team’s books, he noticed two cars and a mini van pull up back to back.
“Looks like we got company,” Roy announced, as he stood and grabbed his p89 from off the table. Bumpy, and the two other men who stood at the table, quickly cocked their weapons and stood in front of Roy.
G-money and Skip slid out of the Benz while Knowledge, Suge, and the rest of the goons stayed put.
“I’m looking for Roy,” G-money said politely.
“Why? What’s the play?” Bumpy asked, with a pistol in each hand.
“Are you Roy?” G-money asked.
“It doesn’t…”
“Well then shut the fuck up,” G-money said, cutting the ugly man off.
Bumpy took a step closer, then decided to stay his distance when he saw Skip’s hand inch toward his waistband.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” Roy asked, stepping forward.
“I’m G-money and this is my home boy Skip. If it’s not a problem, I would like to have a word with you alone, if that’s okay.”
“No problem. Just let my man pat you down real quick,” Roy replied in a smooth tone. Immediately, Bumpy removed Gmoney’s .45 from his waist.
“What’s on ya mind?” Roy asked, placing his p89 in the small of his back as the two stepped out of ear range.
“Well it’s like this,” G-money began. “I know you running a smooth operation and I’m not trying to interferewith any of that. I’m just trying to get in where I fit in, youdig?”
“I hear you bro. But I’m telling you now, this town ain’t big enough for both of our crews,” Roy said with little emotion.
“I agree. That’s why I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Roy raised an eyebrow.
“Well as you can tell, me and my crew is from New York,” G-money paused momentarily. “Basically, I would like for you to introduce me to your connect, if that’s nota problem. You introduce me, I take the work back to New York, andyou never see me again. But if I can’t find a connect, then you just gonna have to do what you gotta do cause we ain’t leaving this bitch empty handed,” G-money said in a determined tone.
Roy chuckled. “I admire your courage. Most people wouldn’t have the balls to do some wild, cowboy shit like this. So I’m gonna tell you what I’m going to do for you,” he paused. “Since my connect lives in upstate New York, I’m going to call her and ask if she ever heard of a G-money and if she would consider doing business with you. If she says cool, then you good, but if she say it’s a no go, then I’m going to blow your head off,” Roy said calmly as he pulled his p89 from the small of his back. “And my goon squad will take care of therest of your crew.”
G-money was about to come back with a slick remark, but when 30 men came running out of the apartment that he and Roy stood in front of, all carrying choppers, he held on to his thoughts. Immediately, two of the gun men aimedtheir A.K. 47’s at G-money face, while the rest of the shooters quickly unarmed Skip and surrounded the vehicles.
Roy shot G-money a good luck glance as he pulled out his cell phone and stepped off to the side.
G-money thought about reaching for the gunman’s rifle, but the murderous look in the teenager’s eyes quickly changed his mind. All G-money could do was wait it out andhope for the best.
After being on the phone for about 20 minutes, Roy walked over to G-money with a smile on his face. “Well looks like you’re a certified gangsta,” he said, sticking his p89 back in the small of his back. “Its cool,” Roy announced, motioning for his goon squad to lower their weapons. “We all friends here.”
“No hard feelings, but business is business,” Roy said, extending his hand.
“I can dig it,” G-money said, shaking the gangsta’s hand that stood in front of him.
“My connect said she been wanting to do business with you and your partner Ali for quite some time. Theyjust didn’t know how to approach you or your wild crew.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah tell your crew to make themselves at home. I own this whole apartment complex, so they’re welcome to relax in any apartment they want; as long as it’s on this side,” Roy said, making a gesture with his hand.
“You own this whole shit?” G-money asked in shock.
“Yeah, I bought it from some crackers who was over charging tenants. So I bought it and rented out the apartments for much more affordable prices. Plus I control all the money that comes in and out of here feel me?”
“I can dig it. You getting the best of both worlds yeah,” G-money nudged him. “You getting tenants rent, thenif they want to get high, you right there to clean house.”
“Exactly,” Roy replied with a wink. “Let me take you on a little tour around here.”
“So you second in charge?” Bumpy asked Skip.
“Yeah,” Skip replied, giving the ugly man dap.
“You and your homey got a lot of heart coming down here in the chopper zone like that.”
“Desperate people do desperate things,” Skip replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“The reason I’m giving you a tour around here is because my connect wants you to join the family,” Roy said.
“Nah, I don’t know about all that. I got my ownfamily, no disrespect; you know what I’m saying?”
“My partner would take it as a token of appreciation if you would consider.”
“Who the fuck is this secret connect?” G-money huffed as he placed a blunt between his lips.
“I’m pretty sure you heard of Pauleena, the queen of the south right?”
“The name sounds familiar, but I’m not really asouth person, you dig?”
“I hear you bro,” Roy said, as he led G-money toan apartment where two men stood in front, guarding the door. Roy nodded his head and immediately the two men stepped to the side so their boss and his friend could enter.
“Welcome to the trap house,” Roy announced with open arms. “This is where the fiends come in at,” he said, pointing to the back door, which led to a dirt path. “Up here is where the money goes until my pick up man picks it up. He’s scheduled to make pick ups every 30 minutes, just in case the jack boys are feeling lucky,” Roy said, pointing to one of the rooms upstairs. “The next room is the look out room. I keep shooters in each room, but in this room I have at least four shooters; that makes five in all. So if a muthafucka robs this spot and get away, he definitely earned it; feel me,” Roy laughed.
