'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
Chambers swiftly dives to the ground and sent shots flying back.
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
He causes Daytona to duck for cover.
Chambers drops the brown paper bag and get up firing and running towards his car.
'E', Livewire and Four Pound send a hail of bullets in Chambers direction. Somehow Chambers manages to not get hit and jump in his car, staying low while starting it up.
Daytona, Livewire and Four Pound, along with 'E' and Drop stood on the front yard firing shots off at Chambers car. Bullets shredded the car and shatter the front windshield along with the driver and passenger side window. Chambers throws the car in gear and steps on the gas taking off down the block with Daytona and his team running in the streets still firing at his car until it turns the corner.
"Damn, how we miss that fat fuck!" Daytona yells.
"Come on, we need to get out of here," Livewire replied as they hop back in to the van and took off to get low.
Chapter 10
Three days pass and the cops came to both of the trap houses to investigate the shooting. Both Erica and Max said it was a robbery and someone just shot up their home. Since there were no bodies and no one was hurt, the cops drop the investigation. Daytona and his team wasted no time to open up shop. They had $180,000 in cash to split between them and five bricks of crack. Money had begun to flow in. 'E' and Drop ran the trap house in Wyandanch with a few Wyandanch niggaz while Daytona, Livewire and Four Pound run the trap house in Amityville.
"Shit didn't know y'all Long Island niggaz get down like this," Four Pound says as he serves another fiend through the mail drop of the door.
"See that's y'all problem, y'all city niggaz think Long Island niggaz are soft. We are far from it, niggaz bust their guns too," Daytona states.
"Listen homie, I didn't say anybody was soft. There's a goddamn hood everywhere in the world and they can get popped by any nigga at any time. What I was talking about is this money. I didn't know it was money out here and how can a nigga from L.I. be soft when my crazy ass cousin, Livewire was born and raised out here," Four Pound says with an attitude.
"Oh my bad, we get a lot of money out here because we so damn close to the Hamptons and all these rich rappers and rich people come to our town to buy their drugs then go back to their rich paradise," Daytona replies not feeling Four Pound's attitude.
Livewire felt the tension in the air and speaks up, "Shit none of them matter. What matters is we're getting this money now!"
"Word," Daytona and Four Pound responds simultaneously.
A week passed and Daytona knew that in order to keep his spots he would have to build his team before Chambers comes back and tries to take over again. So he forms a team of young thugs from Amityville Killers, and a team out in Wyandanch called the Dance Shooters. Daytona found a weight and gun connect in Brentwood; a Spanish dude named Jose.
Daytona noticed 'E', Drop, Livewire and Four Pound spending their money as fast as they made it and would have nothing to put toward the next re-up. So he buys all the weight and gives everyone a cut for their work. They were moving so much weight they had to open more trap houses, using anyone's house that was willing to make some fast money. Daytona would pay them to use their house and he'd place workers in them with a brick. He had trap houses on Divine Street and Albany Avenue two on each block. The same went for Wyandanch.
He had 'E' running all the spots, taking over Straight Path and Irving Avenue, moving more than 14 bricks of crack a week. Everyone on the team bought a new 745Li BMW or the 750Li series, straight from the dealer. The whole Amityville and Wyandanch area was filled with young hustlers with BMW's getting money.
Daytona walks into his mother's house. He had packed all his belongings and was ready to leave. He had talked his Uncle Ron into helping him buy a house, reluctantly Uncle Ron helped him because he knew the FBI would be on Daytona if he shows up to buy a house in cash and wasn't able to prove he had a legal income. So he used his real estate company to find a foreclosure home in Amityville for him. After packing all his things in his new BMW he went back inside the house to tell his mother bye.
"Momma, why won't you speak to me?" Daytona asks.
"Boy you know why. I don't want you out there in those streets and you just won't listen to me. What more can I say, but I love you? You're going to do what you want, so you'll have to learn on your own," Daytona's mother replies.
"Mom is there anything you want or need?"
"No child, I made a mistake of taking money from Snow when he was in them streets, and in a way that was my way to say what he was doing was okay, when it wasn't. My house is fully paid for and I have money in the bank, I'm fine. I just pray God puts you on the right path and get you out of them damn streets."
Daytona looks at his mother. She was sitting at the kitchen table with Nicole and Evangeline. He looks at his brother's wife and his niece. He noticed they barely talked anymore after what happened to them that night. He knew his Uncle Ron sold Evangeline's house because they didn't want to live there anymore, and he also knew Snow had a lot of money stacked up so they didn't need anything. Daytona's mother wanted them to live with her until she felt Evangeline was okay mentally. She wasn't physically able to take care of her children. She was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair.
"Evangeline, I know you're straight and all when it comes to money, but is there anything you need or the girls need that I can get y'all?"
Evangeline and Nicole looks up at him, "No baby, there's nothing you can get me unless it's you getting out of the drug game."
'Schmmp,' Daytona sucks his teeth and couldn't hold his tongue anymore, "Why the fuck is everyone trying to play me like I'm not built for this shit, why y'all keep trying to tell me to get the fuck out. The drug game was good when Snow was in it. It was good when he bought this house for you Mom, and it was good when he bought that million dollar house in Wyandanch. Fuck that, it will be good for my ass too!"
If Evangeline could jump up and slap him she would, but Daytona's mother already beat her to it.
'Smack!' Daytona's mother's hand smacks him across the face, "Watch your damn mouth when you're talking to us! Your ass may feel you grown and even if you are you respect me and Evangeline you understand me."
Daytona looks at his mother with an evil look and knew he was wrong for coming out his face.
"Listen Daytona, no one is trying to play you and say you're not built for the game, anyone can be built for that shit. Can't you see it's a trap to keep all of us down? There's no such thing as a drug dealer leaving the game with money, it ain't happening. Something will always happen, the cops will come and take all your shit, or you end up dead. How many niggaz you know had piles of money and the cops rushed their spots or house and then get locked up and don't have shit, just stories of what they had and some damn pictures to show and brag about. Then when they come home they sell drugs all over again, just to get locked up again and again, with nothing. The circle will repeat itself. You still have to learn the real meaning of why they call it a trap house, or why when you're selling drugs it's called trapping. It's because you're trapped and everybody in the game will always be trapped as long as they continue to fuck with it. I lost my husband, he's in jail for this shit and he wanted out. My daughter has been raped and so have I and I can't walk anymore. This isn't enough to show you Daytona?" states Evangeline.
'Schmmp,' "I ain't trying to hear that shit. I love you and Nicole, but Snow got caught slipping and that won't happen to me. I'm out of here," Daytona says as he walks out the house leaving his mother, Evangeline and his niece Nicole with tears running from their eyes.
Chapter 11
Daytona and Scarlett were sweating profusely and out of breath after having sex for the fourth time of the day. It's been three months now and he's been controlling the trap houses and Scarlett has been by his side ever since. She moved in with him in his house in Amityville, but
still kept hers in Wyandanch. Since Daytona was making more money than she or he had ever seen in their life, her bank accounts and money stash was growing along with his.
"Damn daddy, you put that dick on me," Scarlett says while holding her chest trying to control her breathing.
'This is the best way to spend a Saturday,' Daytona thinks as he looks at Scarlett.
He finally had the woman of his dreams and everything else that came with it.
'Ring, Ring, Ring.'
Daytona's cell phone rings. He grabs it off the night stand next to the bed and answers it, "Yea aright. After you drop it off just go take care of your business. It's outside already. Good, I'll holla at you later," he says in the phone and hangs up.
Scarlett looks at him and wonders what his conversation was about, but knew better not to get into his business. As long as the money was flowing she could care less.
"Baby, get dressed. Throw on some sweats or something real quick. I want to show you something," Daytona says to her while he hops out the king size bed, beginning to get dressed.
Scarlett looks at him with a confused look but did what she was told to do, 'Damn who would've thought this young nigga would be giving the orders and have me open from the dick like I am,' she thinks to herself, as she puts on a pair of black sweatpants and a black DKNY long sleeve shirt, then slips on her Bape sneakers.
Daytona grabs her by the hand and their fingers lock as he leads her to the front door. He opens the door and they walk outside. She could see his black 750Li parked in the street sitting on 20 inch chrome rims. When she turns her head and looks toward the driveway, she sees a brand new bronze Cadillac CTS-V parked in the driveway with a red bow tied around it.
"Whose car is that, baby?" Scarlett asks.
"It's yours Mami."
"What!" she yells jumping up and hugs him.
"I don't want you driving nothing another nigga gave you, sell that Mustang. Do you hear me?" Daytona says.
"Yes baby, yes!" Scarlett says as she runs over to her new car.
She broke the red bow around it and hops in, "Wow! This shit is hot, where's the keys?"
"In the glove department," Daytona says while standing next to the open door, leaning down watching how happy she was.
Scarlett opens the glove department and sees the keys right away along with a little black box, "That's for me too she asked grabbing the box without waiting for an answer.
"Yea, it's for you Mami."
She opens a small black box and her eyes get as big as quarters as she looks at the large ten carat diamond engagement ring with diamonds encrusted in the platinum band.
She gets out the car and gaze into his eyes, "What does this mean?"
"Scarlett, I have loved you for as long as I can remember and now that I finally have you, I won't let you go. Will you be my wife?" Daytona said while gently touching her face.
Scarlett's mind began to race, 'Damn, I didn't see this one coming, but the nigga got money and good dick. I can't go wrong with that. And by me being his wife I can get him to put everything in my name, and when he gets locked up or killed in the streets all this shit will be mine,' she thought to herself. "Yes baby! Yes I'll marry you and be your wife!" she says as tears run down her face.
Daytona wipes her tears away and they kiss deeply and passionately. He takes the ring out of the box and places it on her ring finger, "We might as well break in the new car," he said with an evil smirk.
They jump in the back seat and shut the door, having sex for the fifth time that day.
Chapter 12
Chambers drives through Bellport on his way to see his weight connect, Big Cow. 'I can't believe I let that little nigga chase me out of town, and I still haven't found my workers that were in the house or the Wyandanch trap house,' he thinks to himself, but in his heart he knew they were dead or they would've showed up by now.
He pulls in front of a big blue house, that had motorcycles, dirt bikes and luxury cars lined up in front that all belong to Big Cow. He hops out his car and walks to the front door and rings the bell. Big Cow opens the door on the first ring and stood there.
Big Cow is 6'7" tall, dark skin, and weighs 300 pounds. He controls the drug trade in Bellport and sells weights of crack and weed.
"Chambers my nigga, what's up?" Big Cow says in his deep voice and gives Chambers a hand dap, "I've been waiting for you."
"What's up Big Cow?" Chambers replies as Big Cow steps to the side letting him in then locks the door.
Big Cow led him to a room that he turned into an office. He sits behind his desk in a leather chair as Chambers sat down on a sofa that was in front of it.
"So, how much work you need?" Big Cow asks.
"I only need a brick and you can give it to me for 40 thousand."
Big Cow shakes his head in disgust, "I don't believe this shit. A few months ago you were buying more than ten bricks a week. What you did with all that money?" Big Cow said with an attitude.
"I blew it man. I've been balling out, between my weed habit, my house, my cars and bitches, that shit is gone. Shit hasn't been the same since I lost those trap houses in Amityville and Wyandanch. You know it's hard to get money out here in Bellport, because it's like a million niggaz hustling and you control everything. All the damn money goes to you," Chambers replies.
"Chambers you're fucking up. I was training you to take over for me when I get out. How you let some punk ass niggaz, who never been in the game before chase your ass out of town and take your money. I heard he even has that fine bitch Scarlett you was messing with. So that nigga took your trap houses and your woman," Big Cow says while laughing.
Chambers face got red and he wanted to flip out, but everyone knew getting Big Cow mad would be a mistake. You pay with your life.
"So what the fuck I'm supposed to do?" Chambers asks.
"Nigga, there's a thousand fucking towns in Long Island, get your ass up and pick one."
"Yea, Bellport, Amityville, Wyandanch, Central Islip and Brentwood are the moneymakers, but they're all taken. You have crazy young hustlers out here that will follow your ass. Chambers take some of them to another town and get your money up and go to fucking war with these Amityville and Wyandanch niggaz. This is their first time in the game, make it their last. They don't know shit!" Big Cow yells with anger in his voice.
"Will you help me?" Chambers asks.
Big Cow let out a deep breath, "Nigga how you supposed to take over my spots one day and asking a pussy question like that? Hell no, this is your beef and you be a man and handle it! I will sell you any guns you need. Here!" Big Cow says while throwing Chambers a bag that had a brick of crack in it.
Chambers pulls out his money and placed it on the desk.
"Next time, come with all my damn money, $50,000 is the fee. You can move damn near $90,000 off this shit. There's no reason why my money shouldn't be straight," Big Cow says as Chambers leaves.
Chambers hop in his car and takes off. He never felt so played in his life. He could still hear Big Cow's deep voice laughing at him because he let someone take his trap house and woman. Chambers' anger begins to rise. He knows he has to come up with a plan to kill Daytona and anyone else that got in his way, 'I will get my goddamn respect,' he says out loud to himself.
Chapter 13
Two months went by and Chambers has set up shop in a small town in Long Island called Deer Park. Money wasn't as fast as it was for him in Amityville and Wyandanch, but he made enough money to get his weight up and buy all the guns he needed from Big Cow.
He now had twenty five Bellport soldiers working for him and was now ready for war. They rode in seven black and blue Ford Expedition's, cocking and loading their guns, heading to Amityville.
"We're going to all those punk ass motherfuckers and shoot up their trap houses so no one can get any money until we've killed them all and take back over," Chambers says out loud to four of his soldiers that were riding in the same truck as him.
As the ca
r began to pass the borderline into Amityville, they never noticed a dark blue BMW parked as the lookout. Daytona's worker sees all the trucks and already knew what time it was. He quickly dialed Daytona's number, "Yo Daytona, it's me Fee. I think Chambers and them Bellport niggaz are coming. It's like seven black and blue Ford Expeditions coming in town now."
"Yo, call all the soldiers, we have to block them out of the town, and make sure they don't get close to the trap house," Daytona replied and hung up.
Daytona knew Fee well. Fee has been a street nigga busting his gun since he was young, so he trusts him and knew he knew what he was talking about. If he felt it was beef then it was beef. Fee was one of the hardest hustlers and gun shooters he knew. Fee was only on the lookout because he was filling in for one of his boys. Other than that, his rank was war general.
Daytona dials Livewire's number, "Yo, Chambers and those Bellport niggaz are in town, call all the Amityville Killers!" Daytona yells into the phone then hangs up before Livewire got a word out.
Daytona then calls 'E', "Yo 'E', I'm going to need back up, shit is popping. Bring all the Dance Shooters now!" Daytona yells, waking Scarlett out her sleep.
She looked up to see him go into the closet and pull out a Mac 10 submachine gun and his coat then runs outside. It was the middle of December and snow covers the ground and was still lightly falling. He jumps into his BMW and dials more numbers, telling his team where to meet.
Chambers' driver does a quick stop. They were half way into town, but up ahead he could see something blocking his way. Chambers looks up from loading his Benelli Super Black Eagle shot gun, to see why the driver made such a sudden stop. He couldn't believe his eyes, up ahead was a roadblock of BMW's parked sideways to block anyone from getting through the road. Standing outside of the cars, there were about twenty armed Amityville soldiers ready for war. He wasn't expecting this. He was hoping to catch them off guard.
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