Scarlett gets dressed and they run to his 750Li BMW and takes off. So did all the Dance Shooters and Amityville Killers that bust off their guns or had warrants out on them.
'E' and the a few Dance Shooters and Amityville Killers that were left quickly picks up shells from the street and backyard, to the guns they used and hid them along with the guns before the cops shows up. The cops wouldn't believe all the dead bodies and wounded people they see laying around. When the police show up, everyone says it was gang related and say the shooters were a part of some gang. The story fits, because each of the dead C.I. soldiers had on black bandanas. When the cops asked who shot the killed C.I. soldiers the people at the party say they didn't know.
Chapter 18
It's been three weeks and Wyandanch is hot. The shootouts had made it hard to make money, but shit is slowly cooling off and the trap houses in Wyandanch are back to pulling in G's again.
Daytona jumps in his blue Bentley Coupe and heads toward Riverhead, 'Damn I can't believe all the shit that went down. I lost a few soldiers and my man Drop was killed. I have to lay that fucking D-Real down before Chambers gets out the hospital and pulls their teams together and shit gets out of control,' Daytona thinks to himself as he pulls into the Suffolk County Correctional Facility.
It's been a whole year since Snow has had a visitor. Snow wanted Daytona to come see him, but because of his age he was unable to come to the jail by himself. Daytona isn't on speaking terms with anyone in his family because they all want him out of the drug game.
'Fuck, I'm 18 now and don't need anyone,' he says to himself as he walks to the visiting table.
He is surprised to see Snow sitting behind the plastic glass, already waiting for him. A big smile spreads across Snow's face. He is happy to see his little brother.
"What's up bro?" Daytona asks while taking a seat.
"You, my nigga, you, I miss you," Snow replies.
"Yea, I miss you too. I can't believe it's been over a year and you still in this hellhole. What's going on with the case?" Daytona asks.
"Yo, you didn't hear the good news. I went to trial and beat the murder and attempted murder charges, because those dudes came into my home. I had every right to protect myself and my family, and when Evangeline and Nicole got on the stand and told the jury what happened to them they took our side automatically."
'Wow! No one told me. I would have come to the court and held you down," Daytona replies.
"No with you running the streets and all, no one could get in contact with you."
"So what happen to G-Boog? And why you still locked up?" Daytona asks curiously.
"I had to testify against G-Boog and he got charged with home invasion, robbery and two counts of rape. I'm still in here because of that new gun law. Even though I had all rights to protect myself and my family, they're charging me with the gun. I think they slapped me with that so they don't get sued for holding me for so long, and then just set me free. Anyway, the new gun law says if you get caught with a gun for the third time it's 5 to 15. So I had to take that shit because it was my third time. I'll be home in four years."
"Word, shit that's good to hear bro I still have niggaz in the street looking for Mel-Murder, but it's like he disappeared," Daytona says with anger written all over his face.
"Don't stress that lil bro, that nigga will show up. There's one thing I learned and that's a nigga can't stay away from the hood he grew up in. They will always return they just can't help it. Human beings are creatures of habit, and when he pops up he'll get laid him down," Snow states.
"Yo bro I can't wait for you to come home, I will have a brand new BMW for you as soon as you get out."
"Daytona I don't need or want that shit, it's too flashy, you're too flashy. I bet you drove up here in your new Bentley."
Daytona looks at Snow and wonders how he knew about his new ride.
Snow reads Daytona's mind and continues to speak, "Yes my brother I know all about it, the streets talk. I also know about the war you started with the C.I. niggaz. I had beef in here over it, but I can handle myself, it's you I'm worried about. Listen, keep some money stashed away. If you learn anything, learn that!"
"Yea I got money stashed away, a lot of it," Daytona brags, "If this is one of you and Mommy's speeches about me getting out, it ain't happening."
"Daytona I ain't trying to hurt you, I'm trying to help you. You keep moving like this and it's a matter of time before the Fed's will be on you and those niggaz you call your friends will fold on you and you'll be left with the kingpin charge. They're not true friends, they all will cross you. Why you think I didn't have workers working for me. I didn't trust them, money would end up missing and if the Feds come they will give you up."
Daytona is quiet for a moment, thinking about how lately money's been coming up short from two trap houses. It wasn't much, just five thousand here and there, but it's only coming up short from the houses Livewire and Four Pound collect money from. The other trap houses are straight. Daytona pushes the thought to the back of his mind, "Man my people ain't like yours, they got mad love for me," Daytona replies.
"Shit I thought the same thing nigga, me and Mel-Murder and G-Boog grew up together, had kids at the same time, fucked bitches together and you see how them niggaz crossed me. I'm just trying to help you Daytona. This drug shit is a trap, learn from my mistakes and get the fuck out while you still can!"
"I didn't come here for this shit Snow, and I did learn from your mistakes. That's why I'm better than you at this shit!" Daytona yells then gets up and stomps out the visiting room, leaving Snow with a tear running down his face.
Snow knows that Daytona is in too deep. He has too much love for the money and the power. He is trapped in more ways than on
Chapter 19
Daytona drives around Wyandanch thinking of his next move. His visit with Snow has him more than heated, 'My team and I are running shit. All I need to do is rid that nigga D-Real and those C.I. niggaz will fall back. Kill the head and the body will fall. I need to start planning this wedding so my baby Scarlett and I can finally get married,' Daytona thinks to himself.
Meanwhile in Amityville, Four Pound steps out the trap house with a duffel bag full of money with four of the Amityville Killers behind him. He takes it three houses down where they have another trap house to see five workers come out with one big duffel bag. He walks over to them with his four men behind him, "What's good, it's all there," he asks while taking the duffel bag out of the man's hand.
"Yea, it's all straight it always is. Yo why don't we hit up the strip club later?" one of the workers asks.
"Hell yea," Four Pound replies while the nine men converse in front of the trap house.
They never notice the two black vans pull up in front of them until it's too late. The van doors slide open and men carrying automatic weapons jump out and point their guns at them.
"Oh shit, it's them C.I. n…," one of the Amityville Killers yells out, but his sentence is cut short as bullets from a Uzi rip through his chest, sending him backwards.
Bullets spray and rip through seven of the Amityville Killers. They howl in pain as their bodies shake and jerk from the impact. Blood and bones are flying in the air as they collapse dead on the spot.
Four Pound and one of the Amityville Killers dive to the ground. The bullets miss them, but pierce their partners. Four Pound pulls out his 45 and squeezes the trigger twice sending bullets slamming into one of the C.I. gunman's face. His body goes limp inside the van. The Amityville Killer follows Four Pound's lead and busts off shots from his Heckler 9mm. The hollow point bullets crash into two C.I. gunmen, dropping them.
"Shit!" Four Pound now realizes that they are outgunned and outnumbered, so he pulls up and fires at one of the vans and runs toward the backyard.
His worker does the same. He repeatedly busts off shots at both vans. One man grabs the two duffel bags full of money while the other six chase after Four Pound. Four Pound could see them comi
ng, he hops over a fence and into another backyard. He then hides behind a tree. As soon as he sees three of the C.I. gunmen try to hop the fence he busts off shots. The first shot catches one of the gunmen between his eyes and explodes out the back of his head. The other two gunmen return rapid fire from their Uzi's.
'Brrrr! Brrrr!'
Bullets rip and tear through the tree he is hiding behind.
"Shit!" he looks to see three more of the C.I. gunmen coming from the opposite direction.
They have him boxed in from both sides of the yard. He fires four shots at the C.I. gunmen. They are coming toward him from the opposite direction, so he runs toward a wooden fence that is behind him. He gets to the fence and continues to run. He looks back and couldn't believe they are still chasing him.
"Shit! Shit!" Four Pound pulls out his cell phone and press 1.
Livewire's number is on speed dial, "Yo cousin what's up?" Livewire says into the phone.
"Yo they're chasing me man, they're going to kill me!" Four Pound shouts into the phone.
"Who's chasing you, where you at?" Livewire asks as he hears the gunshots in the background.
"It's them C.I. niggaz! I'm around the trap house on Smith Street. I'm jumping over fences cutting through backyards now. Just follow the gunshots and come get me man before it's too late!"
Livewire is already leaving his apartment and jumping into his 745 BMW with his Mac 10 in his hand, "Hold on I'm on my way."
Livewire dials a few numbers and calls for back up giving the Amityville Killers and Dance Shooters the heads up. Four Pound is out of breath. He raises his gun and shoots at the C.I. gunmen. It makes a clicking sound, he squeezes the trigger two more times and it does it again. He is out of bullets, "Shit, not now, not now!" he continues to run, but once the C.I. gunmen realize he is out of bullets because he isn't shooting back, they pick of their pace. No more moving cautiously.
Four Pound jumps one more fence and runs toward the front yard to only see two black vans there and D-Real with his C.I. soldiers. He turns around and takes off, but the five C.I. gunmen chasing him are now standing behind him with their guns aimed. They all close in on him and he's cornered, his back is leaning on the house wall.
D-Real walks up to him with his long dreads swinging with his Uzi in hand, "So you're the famous Four Pound I hear so much about, and a pussy."
"I ain't begging and going out like no pussy, I'm a 'G', and when my cousin finds you, you'll be the one begging!" Four Pound spits.
"Word, I don't think so bitch. I'm going to kill you and your cousin and everyone in Daytona's team. Y'all fucked with the wrong one," D-Real says.
D-Real backs away from Four Pound and all eight of his men aim their guns at him.
"Don't worry; your cousin will be seeing you shortly pussy."
'Brrrr!' the sound of nine Uzi's echo through the air as bullets riddle Four Pound's face and body. His screams are drowned out by gunfire as he dies.
"Come on lets go!" D-Real yells as he looks at what's left of Four Pound. He looks more like a bloody piece of raw meat, than a person.
D-Real and his C.I. soldiers peel off. Livewire sees the vans rush past him but is too busy trying to follow the gun shots he just heard. He pulls up and jumps out of his car with his Mac 10 cocked and runs over to the wall. When he looks down and sees the bloody raw meat that was a body, tears begin to fall. Even with Four Pound being unrecognizable he knows it's his cousin. With police sirens coming, Livewire looks at his cousin one more time, "I promise I'll get these niggaz for you!" he yells then takes off running and jumps in his car then peels off.
Chapter 20
Across town in Wyandanch, 'E' and some of his workers, the Dance Shooters are coming out the trap houses on Jamaica Avenue when he gets a phone call from Livewire about the heads up and to be on point. No sooner than he hangs up, four black vans pull up. 'E' gives a look to the Dance Shooters next to him and throws up a sign with his fingers to the Dance Shooters in the other trap houses down the street.
'E' runs to a bush in front of the house and pulls out a chrome AK-47. The van doors slide open, but before any of the C.I. gunmen get off a shot 'E' sprays bullets from the AK-47 at the vans and the Dance Shooters do the same with their handguns, tearing through all four vans. They catch the C.I. gunmen off guard.
"Ahhhh!" the men in the van yell as bullets tear through their bodies.
One of the vans is able to pull off, but the other three aren't so lucky. 'E' and the Dance Shooters run out to the van and empty their guns. They pull four live badly shot C.I. gunmen from the vans and 'E' aims the AK-47 and let bullets rip through their face. After the Dance Shooters make sure everyone is dead in the van, they take off running into the safe houses.
"Teach them motherfuckers not to come in Wyandanch. Nigga this is like South Central over here."
Daytona didn't know what to do so he sits around with his men in 'E's' house in Wyandanch. They have to come up with a plan. They are losing too many men to D-Real and those C.I. niggaz. "Yo, these fools are smart. They're not just trying to take us out, they're shooting up all the trap houses we have so we can't make money!" Daytona yells.
He knows his men are feeling the money loss, because most of them live day by day spending the money as fast as they make it. Only he, 'E' and Livewire have money stashed and saved up. Everyone else is balling out of control with new cars, new jewelry and clothes. Spending money on women and clubbing every night.
"Yo, how in the fuck are these niggaz getting in town when we have check points in Amityville and Wyandanch? No one gets in the town without us knowing. We are able to see Chambers and them Bellport niggaz coming why can't we see D-Real and them C.I. niggaz when they're coming!" Daytona yells.
No one has an answer, no one knew how D-Real and his men are getting into town. Daytona is frustrated, D-Real and his men already slowed down a major part of their money by killing some of his workers at the Smith Street trap house, and the spot in Wyandanch on Jamaica Avenue. Even though the Dance Shooters killed the C.I. gunmen it still makes the block hot because of the bodies, and now D-Real and his men have shot up the trap houses on Divine Street and Straight Path.
"Listen, we're going to have to find out how they're getting into town. Keep your ears to the streets, we have to stop them or we will be some broke ass niggaz, and I know none of you want that," Daytona says to his remaining Amityville Killers and Dance Shooters.
With that being said, the meeting is over and everybody rushes to the streets to find out how D-Real and the C.I. niggaz are sneaking in their towns.
Chapter 21
Two months later things are still the same, D-Real and his C.I. soldiers are still shooting up trap houses left and right and dropping some of Daytona's soldiers.
Daytona is riding around in his 750iL. He feels it's better to leave the Bentley parked, it brings too much attention to him. He decides to roll with the BMW because his whole team has one and you never know who's in it.
'Riiinggg … Riiinggg'
Daytona looks at his cellphone ringing in the passenger seat and presses the button on his headset, "Yo who's this?" Daytona asks into the headset.
"Yo it's me, Livewire, I'm at 'E's crib and I think we found how D-Real and them C.I. niggaz are getting in town."
"How?" Daytona yells into the headset.
"Yo nigga, you won't believe me if I tell you. Just come over to 'E's crib now," Livewire replies and hangs up the phone.
Daytona jumps on the highway and speeds toward Wyandanch. Twenty minutes later he pulls up to the front of 'E's house. He could see Livewire and 'E's BMW in the driveway as he makes his way to the front door. He knocks three times and the door flies open with 'E' standing there out of breath and sweating.
"Nigga what have you been doing?" Daytona asks as he looks at 'E' and then walks inside the house.
Once inside, Daytona could hear what sounds like muffling screams coming from a woman as he walks into the living room. A look of astonish
ment spreads across his face as he looks at a naked young woman with her hands, feet and mouth duct taped. Livewire is fucking her in the ass. The smell of feces is in the air.
"Take that bitch, you want to cross us, take this dick up your ass!" Livewire yells with each hard stroke.
Daytona looks around at 'E' with a confused look on his face, "Yo what the fuck is going on?"
Just as the words leave his mouth Livewire thrusts one hard time and busts a nut, then pulls out of the woman. The condom on his dick is covered in blood and feces. He pulls up his jeans half way and walks to the bathroom to clean up.
The whole time Daytona's eyes are on the young woman that is crying on the floor. Her eyes met with his, and she tries to plead with him.
'Damn, what the fuck is these fools doing and I know I've seen her before, but where?' Daytona thinks to himself.
Livewire walks back into the living room fully dressed, "Yo Daytona you want a turn? That bitch ass is sweeter than her pussy. 'E' and I been working that shit over for half the day now."
"Naw nigga, I ain't into shit like that. Y'all know what happened to my brother's wife and my niece. Why the fuck y'all call me over here in the fucking first place? You said you had information on how those fools are getting into our towns!" Daytona barks as he looks at the young woman and pictures his nieces face, wondering if this is what Mel-Murder and G-Boog did to her.
"Yo, we do," 'E' speaks for the first time.
Livewire bends down, "Listen bitch, if you scream I'm going to put a bullet in your head. Tell him what you told us," Livewire says through clenched teeth, and rips the duct tape from her mouth.
She wants to scream but Livewire will keep his word on killing her. A stream of tears rolls down her pretty brown cheeks.
"This here is Tameka, you remember her right?" 'E' states while still questioning Daytona.
Daytona's mind rush, "Yea I remember her. You use to fuck with her back in the day until she hooked up with that crazy ass Jamaican, Patrick, who got locked up on a body. Doesn't she have a fine ass older sister?" Daytona says trying to think of her name.
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