by White, Silk
“What ya’ll doing here?” G-money asked, lookingat Roy and Bumpy.
“Pauleena asked us to follow you around, just to make sure you don’t have any unnecessary problems if you know what I mean,” Roy grinned devilishly.
“Why you think I keep this guy around for?” G-money said, nodding his head towards Knowledge.
“Not my business, I work for Pauleena and she told me and Bumpy to make sure we keep you out of harms way,” Roy replied.
“Fuck it more muscle won’t hurt,” G-money shrugged his shoulders.
“When shit pop off, I just hope ya’ll be on point,” Knowledge said, talking indirectly.
“We shoot first and ask questions never,” Roy replied flashing a mouth full of gold.
“Fuck all this thinking shit. Let’s go to the club and celebrate,” G-money told his crew as each man headed out the door.
“So how do you feel knowing that any day the F.E.D.S. can pick you up?” Roy asked.
“Fuck the F.E.D.S!” G-money barked. “All cops are stupid. They’re only as good as their snitch; if muthafuckas didn’t run they mouths every time they get locked up, shit would be sweet right now.”
“True story,” Knowledge added as he turned onto the highway.
“Oh shit,” G-money said out loud as he pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number. On the third ring, a woman with a soft voice answered. “Hello?”
“Nancy what’s up? This G-money, you busy?”
“Nah, I’m up fooling around with this baby,” she said in a stressed tone. “Why? What’s up?”
“I was just calling to see if you were still going to see Ali tomorrow?”
“Of course I am. You know he just got out of thebox today so I gotta bring him his snacks and shit,” Nancy said as she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder.
“A’ight, when I get home tonight, remind me to give you five gees to put on his books.”
“I’ll remind you if I’m still awake when you get in, cause you know how late you be coming in sometimes,” Nancy reminded him.
“Yeah, I be knowing. Tell you what, when I get in I’mma put the money on the kitchen table a’ight?”
“Okay, that’s cool.”
“Oh yeah, did Coco call the house?” G-money asked, trying not to sound thirsty.
“No. I don’t know why you trying to be so tough. Just call the girl, damn! You know you want to,” Nancy said, putting G-money on the spot.
“Come on you know I can’t do that,” G-money pressed. “I know that’s your friend but she be bugging.”
“Sometimes love make people act a lil crazy, butyou know that girl loves you and I know you love her.”
“I do but she gotta understand in this kind of business, I need a girl who is understanding and will always hold me down no matter what happens. In the back of my mind, I need to know that she’ll be there no matter what.”
“Well it’s kinda hard to ask for all that when you got bitches blowing up your house phone. Then on top of that, the bitch got the nerve to be poppin shit,” Nancy saidsternly.
“But that comes along with the business; smell me? She know none of them bitches, don’t mean shit to me,”G-money said defensively. “But yo, we going to speak more about this later a’ight?”
“A’ight later,” Nancy said as she ended the conversation.
Knowledge pulled up in the club’s parking lot and tapped the horn twice trying to get the attention of a pack of sexy looking ladies. “What’s good Mami?” He yelled, with his head hung half way out the window. The ladies smiled but kept it moving.
“Catch ‘em when you get inside,” G-money said out loud.
“You know I am,” Knowledge replied as he placed the gear in park and let the engine die.
As soon as the foursome stepped foot in the club, they quickly got attacked by the heat mixed with the smell of strong weed. G-money quickly made his way to the V.I.P. section, where he sent the nice looking waitress to the bar to get him two bottles of champagne. G-money came out to celebrate and that’s just what he planned on doing. His crew was out setting shop back up; he had the best connect in town so he planned on getting fucked up, especially since he had extra muscle with him.
“Good looking ma,” G-money yelled over the blaring music as the waitress handed him two bottles of champagne burried in a bucket of ice. He poured himself a glass of champagne and lit up a blunt as he bobbed his headto the tunes the D.J. was playing.
“Get the fuck outta here,” G-money chuckled as he noticed two white guys wearing suites and dark shades slowly walking past the
V.I.P. section. “Yo these fucking crackers must think we ain’t got no kind of sense,” he said, nudging Bumpy.
“They must want you bad,” Bumpy replied.
“People always want what they can’t have, especially cops,” G-money said, pointing his middle finger up to the two agents.
“You might have to fuck around and leave town for a little while,” Bumpy said, not liking the looks of the agents.
“If they had anything on me, they wouldn’t be following me around all fucking day,” G-money said, sipping on his champagne. “Fuck the F.E.D.S! They can suck a dickwith aids on the tip!” He erupted into laughter.
G-money’s laugh quickly turned into a frown as he saw Coco moving through the crowd with a group of men.“That fucking bitch!” G-money growled as all his thoughts turned into anger, as rage flashed in his eyes.
Five minutes later, Knowledge entered the V.I.P. section. “Yo, I just saw Coco with that boxing cat who knocked Spanky out over there,” he said pointing.
“Who, The Terminator?” G-money asked, shooting to his feet.
“Yup,” Knowledge said, adding fuel to the fire. Without thinking twice, G-money left his V.I.P. section andheaded to where The Terminator, Coco, and his entourage sat enjoying themselves.
“What the fuck is you doing?” G-money growled as he approached the group’s table. Two of The Terminator’s bouncers made to get up, but The Terminator held them steady.
“I’m having some drinks with a few friends,” Coco huffed. “What’s the big deal?”
“Listen,” G-money paused. “Get ya ass up. We going home!”
“Nah, I’m chilling, I just got here,” Coco said slyly.
“Get ya ass up and let’s go!” G-money snarled.
“My dude, the lady said she don’t want to go with you,” The Terminator said, getting up from his seat.
“What!” G-money’s face crumbled up instantly. “This my bitch,” he said as he grabbed Coco up out her seatby her hair.
The Terminator quickly charged G-money, but Knowledge quickly stepped in between the two as he attempted to bust a Corona bottle over The Terminator’s head. The Terminator partially blocked the bottle and countered with a quick sharp uppercut that dropped the street thug instantly.
Roy quickly pulled out his p89 and roughly pushed Gmoney and Coco towards the exit. When Bumpy saw thescuffle break out, he didn’t hesitate to pull his .45 fromhis waistband. He immediately aimed his firearm at the man’s head,who just knocked Knowledge out. Bumpy partially squeezed the trigger, but held up when he remembered the F.E.D.S were in the building. He knew if he murdered the man in the club, it would definitely fall back on G-money. Bumpy had to make a decision and make it quick. Not sure what to do, Bumpy quickly took his aim off of the stranger’s head and raised the gun to the ceiling and let off four thunderous shots in rapid succession. Immediately, everybody in the club ducked down when they heard the shots ring out. A stampede quickly broke out as innocent club goers climbed over one another trying to squeeze out the exit.
Once all hell broke loose, Bumpy grabbed Knowledge and did his best to get him to safety. Knowledge lost and regained his vision at least two times as Bumpy helped him to the exit. Right before the two could reach the exit, the two agents quickly blocked their path. “Freeze!” One of the agents yelled.
Bumpy quickly pushed Knowledge to the fl
oor as he raised his pistol. Before he could get it past his waist, the two agents had already opened fired on the ugly man. The shots quickly lifted Bumpy off his feet. But before he hit the wet club floor, he managed to get one shot off. The shot shattered one of the agent’s collarbone, sending him crashing to the floor howling in pain.
Bumpy hit the floor, shook once, and then died. Knowledge laid on the floor next to Bumpy. All he could do was watching Bumpy’s life drain from his body.
“Don’t fucking move!” The agent yelled as he aimed his pistol in Knowledge’s face, holding it with two hands. “Turn over on your stomach,” the agent ordered as he hand cuffed Knowledge, then gave him a quick pat down. “You got a license for this?” He asked, removing the Glock from Knowledge’s waistband. Knowledge didn’t respond. He was a loud nigga, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut.
* * * *
“Get off me!” Coco struggled to break away from Gmoney’s grip. “You better shut ya fucking mouth right now!” G-money warned.
Roy quickly placed his p89 on top of the front tire of an unknown vehicle. “Gimme ya heat,” he said as he took Gmoney’s pistol and did the same with it.
“What the fuck was you doing with those clowns?” Gmoney hissed.
“What does it matter?” Coco asked in a bored tone.
“I knew you wasn’t nothing but a smutt,” he saidas he mushed her and headed towards his Range Rover.
“You the smutt! I’ve always been faithful to you!” Coco yelled in the middle of the parking lot as she watched G-money and the man with the down south accent hop in the Range Rover and storm out the parking lot like a bat outof hell.
Chapter12 BackinPopulation
When Ali walked through the visiting room doors, Nancy could see the look of stress covering his face. His whole body language was different. It’s like he wasn’t the same man. Ali used to always be happy and full of joy; that Ali was long gone.
“Hey baby. How they treating you in here?” Nancy asked as she cupped Ali’s unshaven face and gently placedseven to 10 kisses on his lips.
“I’m still standing, so I guess I’m okay.” He smiled weakly.
“Well no matter what, you know I will always be here for you,” Nancy said, placing her hands on top of his.
“Thanks boo, I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m just doing my job,” she said sincerely. “So why were you fighting?”
“Some clown I was beefing with out on the streets put a hit out on me,” Ali said nonchalantly.
“Are you serious?” Nancy asked nervously.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now,” Ali said, looking over at Lil Ali sleeping peacefully in hisstroller.
“Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I got you baby.”
“I brought you some snacks and G-money gave me five gees to put on your account,” Nancy said, changingthe subject.
“What G-money been up to?”
“I don’t know, but I heard him yelling at somebody on the phone this morning,” Nancy chuckled. “He’s always yelling at somebody.”
“You gotta be tough in a tough business.”
“Oh yeah, I heard Skip got locked.”
“Word?” Ali asked in shock.
“Yeah, I heard April was fucking some preacher while Lil Michael was in the house, and Skip walked in on them,” she said, shaking her head.
“Damn! He going to have to sit for a while,” Ali sighed. “You sure April was fucking the preacher?”
“That’s the word that’s going around,” Nancy shrugged her shoulders.
“What’s up with Christie?”
“I don’t know. Nobody heard from her since the incident,” Nancy said looking away. “I called her a few times but I never get an answer.”
“A’ight I need you to go pay her a visit and make sure she’s alright.”
“I’m on it.”
“Then I need you to start looking for a new place.”
“Why?” Nancy asked.
“Because I said so; plus I don’t want you no where around anybody who’s on a lot of people’s death list. Its bad enough I almost got you killed.”
“Baby you know I’ll take a bullet for you,” Nancy chuckled as she heard the fat faced C.O. yell “Visiting hours are over!”
“Okay, I’ll see you the same time next week. Hopefully next time big head will be awake,” she motioned towards Lil Ali getting his sleep on.
“Its all good baby, get home safe,” Ali said, cuffing both of Nancy’s ass cheeks as the two engaged in a long kiss.
“I love you baby,” she purred as she tried to squeeze the life out of Ali when she hugged him.
“I love you too babe,” Ali said, before he headed towards the exit. Nancy walked out of the facility and prepared her mind for the long, lonely ride home.
* * * *
“How was your V.I.? Lil Bit asked, doing mini push ups. “It was cool,” Ali replied. “I just hate the sad look on her face every time it’s time for her to leave.”
“Yeah, I used to hate that shit too,” Lil Bit said, as he noticed somebody standing in the doorway of their cell. “What’s good, can I help you?” Lil Bit said, throwing his hands up.
“I need to holla at Ali for a second,” the man declared.
Ali looked over at the man and noticed it was the same dude who had helped him out during his fight. “Yeah, what’s poppin?” Ali asked, stepping out of the cell.
“I know you don’t know me or nothing like that, but I’m Loco,” he said, extending his hand.
“Ali,” he said, accepting Loco’s hand. “I appreciate what you did for me a couple months back.”
“Ah don’t mention it. I owed you that,” Loco smiled. “My little cousin was heading down the wrong path, andmy sister told me some cat named Ali gave him a job, and ever since he been on the right path. I also heard if anybody had any problems you were the man to see.”
“I personally don’t know your cousin, but I do my best to hold down the hood,” Ali said truthfully.
“Ever since I heard about you and what you beendoing with the community, I wanted to be down with your organization,” Loco said, giving Ali his props.
Ali chuckled. “My organization is out on the streets. So when you get out, go holla at my man G-money if you wanna join the family.”
“Of course you don’t have an organization up in here… yet!” Loco raised an eyebrow. “You just got here, but you already have the power. All you need are the soldiers; that’s where me and all my Blood homies come in at.” He grinned devilishly.
“What you have in mind?” Ali asked, leaning against the rail.
“It’s like this; I got a few of my homies in here pumping some dog food for me (dope). With you on my side, we can go far. Plus, I heard its a little bounty on your head. Fuck with me, and me and my crew will hold you down.”
“A’ight, let me think about this,” Ali said.
“You won’t have to do nothing, just sit back and get paid,” Loco said, looking at Ali for a response.
“It’s sound good. I think we can do business,” Ali said, shaking Loco’s hand.
“Everything is set up lovely. No way shit can get fucked up.”
“Yeah the plan sounds bullet proof,” Ali said, looking over the rail down at two cats playing chest. “Yo, you think you can get me a banger (shank)?”
“Not a problem, I’ll have one of my mans swing by later on with that,” Loco told him.
The two men spoke for about two hours before the two headed back to their cells so the C.O. could do his count. “On the count!” The C.O. yelled, in a southern redneck accent as he watched all the inmates head to their cells. Once he finished his count, he made his announcement. “Count clear!”
Seconds later, all the inmates went back to their regular routines.
“Yo, I’m about to make some tuna fish sandwiches. You want in?” Lil Bit asked, heading out the cell.
“Nah, I’m good,” Ali answered, lying down on his bunk. He laid in his bed wishing he was home with Nancy, laid up in some pussy. Ali didn’t realize all the small things that he took for granted on the streets would come back to haunt himwhile he sat in a cell.
Chapter13 HowYouDoing
“I’m so glad you could finally make some time for me,” Heather said, smiling at Rell. “Sorry it took so long for us to hook up, but an unexpected problem came into play,” he replied with a smile.
“Yo, where we headed?” Mad Dog asked, looking at the couple through the rear view mirror.
“What are you in the mood for?” Rell asked as hefaced Heather.
“Ummm… I can go for some Italian food.”
“Cool, Mad Dog take us to that nice Italian restaurant that we rode past the other day.”
“You talking about that shit downtown?” Mad Dog asked as he switched lanes.
“Yeah, you know that one I’m talking about,” Rell spat as he slid his hand on Heather’s thigh. Heather wore an expensive looking silver dress. The front was cut was so low that her nice sized breast threatened to spill out. To go along with the dress, she wore a nice pair of diamond earrings with a thin necklace. To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of silver three-inch pumps.
“I see you don’t waste no time,” Heather said, addressing Rell’s hand on her thigh, but at the same time she didn’t ask him to move it.
“Time is my worst enemy,” Rell countered smoothly, as he stared off into her blue eyes.
“That was a nice come back,” Heather said with a smile, as she felt it getting a little moist between her legs.
“So do you always date black guys?”
“Wow what kind of questions is that?” She chuckled.
“Nah, I’m just asking because I’m not sure what you may be used to, cause I’m gonna be myself. I don’t hold nothing back, what you see is what you get.”
“And I don’t want you to hold nothing back,” Heather said, placing her hand on top of Rell’s. “So have you dated a lot of white women?”
“Ummm… actually I do,” Rell said. “Not saying Idon’t like black women, its just I have easier time trusting white women instead of black women.”
