"Man, fuck those bitches my gun almost slipped off my waist three times in that damn mall from carrying all these bags," Daytona replies.
"Nigga you only saying fuck those bitches because your ass is in love with my sister, and if your ass didn't buy all those damn Jordans your shit probably won't be slipping down your jeans," 'E' says causing Livewire and Daytona to laugh as they load the bags in the back of 'E's truck, then hop in.
Livewire lights a cigarette and slightly rolls down the black tinted window. His eyes open as wide as a quarter and he can't believe his luck, "Yo 'E' don't pull off yet, do you see that?" Livewire says while pointing ahead.
Daytona and 'E' look in the direction he's pointing in, "Oh shit it's D-Real!" 'E' yells.
D-Real walks out the mall with a small boy in his arms, the boy looks no older than four years old. You can tell it is his son, they are the same complexion and the boy has short dreads. By D-Real's side is a sexy, beautiful, dark skin woman, that looks like the boy's mother, and behind them is a tall, brown skin man about 6'5" tall, weighing about 230 pound. By the way he is walking you can tell he has a gun on his waist.
"Yo that nigga must be his bodyguard."
D-Real, his wife and bodyguard walk right pass 'E', Daytona and Livewire sitting in the truck.
"Yo, that nigga didn't know you were in here because of the tinted windows. Plus that nigga knows we roll in BMW's so he didn't think twice about being on point. I'm about to roll on that fool," Livewire says through clenched teeth.
"Yo Daytona you drive," 'E' says.
'E' hops in the back seat while Livewire pulls out two Mac 10's and two clips. He passes a Mac 10 to 'E' with a clip. They both put the clips in the gun then cock them making bullets jump into the chamber.
"Yo that nigga is with his seed. Y'all are really going to start blasting on him with the baby in the way?" Daytona asks.
"Listen, this is the only time we get to catch him slipping, that fool took out a lot of our people and killed 'Drop' and my cousin, fuck that nigga and his seed and his woman!" Livewire barks.
"Word, fuck that this is for my man 'Drop'," 'E' replies.
"Drive up on them Daytona, me and 'E' will handle the rest," Livewire says as 'E' presses a button to open the large sunroof on the truck.
"Baby, make sure you buckle him right in his car seat," D-Real's wife says as she hops in the passenger seat of the white Lincoln Navigator.
"I got this!" D-Real replies while holding his son walking to the back of the truck, "Your mom is always worrying Jr. Like daddy ain't got your back. Yo Rock, you place all the bags in the truck already?" D-Real asks his bodyguard.
"Just about," he replies as he's placing the last two bags into the truck, then closes the hatch and walks over to D-Real holding his son with both arms wrapped around him.
"Yo open the back door so I can put little man in his car seat."
Rock grabs the handle to open the door when something catches the corner of his eye. He turns and looks to see a black truck pull up in front of the Lincoln Navigator with two gunmen aiming their guns at him and D-Real. One is hanging from the passenger window and the other one is standing up through the sunroof.
"Oh shit it's a hit…," his words are cut off by automatic fire.
'Brrrrrr!' bullets tear through Rock's face like paper.
"Ahhhh!" D-Real's wife screams as Livewire aims his gun at her and sends a spray of bullets ripping through the front windshield and her body, killing her.
D-Real didn't have time to reach as he watches Rock's body fall. D-Real turns his back and tries to shield his son with his body, as 'E' continues to squeeze tighter on the trigger. Bullets slam into D-Real's back, neck and head, and rips through his body violently piercing his son's body, killing them both.
Livewire jumps out the truck and run out to D-Real's dead body holding his son. He aims and squeezes the trigger, emptying the sixty one bullets left in his clip into them and runs back to the truck, "Pull the fuck off!"
Daytona steps on the gas flying out the mall's parking lot and heads toward Wyandanch.
"Damn! I just got this truck now I have to get rid of it. Fuck it I'll cop something better."
Daytona couldn't believe his eyes. His two best friends just killed an innocent woman and a child. All they were worrying about is what new truck or car to buy, 'This is what the fuck we turned into,' he thinks to himself.
*****
It's been three months that Chambers has been in Stony Brook Hospital and is finally allowed to leave. A nurse pushes him to the front door in a wheel chair. Once outside he stands up and looks for his ride. He is dressed in a red money shirt and jeans, with black Jordans on his feet. Big Cow pulls in front of the hospital in a candy coated black, '67 Nova with 20 inch chrome rims. Chambers bops over to the car and hops in the passenger seat.
"What's up Chambers?" Big Cow says giving him a hand dap trying not to look at the scars the bullet holes left in his face.
"Shit I'm just happy to get the fuck out that hospital. Those motherfuckers starved me in there. Let's go to Spicy's."
"Damn Chambers your ass got shot at Spicy's over eating, and not being on point, and you still what to roll over there," Big Cow says in his deep voice.
"Shit, nobody's going to keep me from Spicy's chicken," Chambers says with a smile on his face, "Plus I heard you got Bellport soldiers everywhere. Nobody will be stupid enough to come in our town shooting."
"Word, I ain't even in your little beef, but I damn sure ain't having anybody shooting up my town making shit hot for me so I can't get money. On the real, those little niggaz you got beef with are serious, you heard they killed D-Real, his seed and baby momma at the mall."
"What! Those fools killed D-Real, shit!" Chambers says out loud and begins to worry. 'If those niggaz can take out D-Real, someone that's been in the game for twelve years, I know they'll be waiting to get me,' Chambers thinks to himself as his mind flashes back to the day Daytona and Livewire shot him up in front of Spicy's. "I ain't stressing it, I just have to recruit," he says out loud to no one in particular.
"Well I hope your ass got money stashed up, because I ain't fronting you no bricks," Big Cow says as he bops in and out of traffic.
"I got money stashed, I just have to get some soldiers and move some work in Deer Park and then come at them Amityville and Wyandanch niggaz."
Big Cow didn't want to say anything, but he doubts Chambers will be able to take back over Amityville and Wyandanch. Big Cow knows they are moving more bricks of crack than before and that means more soldiers and more guns, 'Maybe I can talk Chambers into just hustling in Deer Park,' Big Cow thinks to himself as he pulls up on Station Road, in front of Spicy's.
"Damn Big Cow, this car can move, but out of all the cars you got, you pick me up in the old one."
"Shit that's the problem with you young motherfuckers. You don't know good cars when you see one, always want to buy whatever new car that's out. I'll pull more bitches in this car than you in some new shit, and this shit is bulletproof fool," Big Cow replies.
"Yea whatever," Chambers says as he opens the door.
"Yo Big Cow you want anything?" Naw I'm straight Chambers, wifey cooked for a nigga before I came and picked you up."
"Aight then," Chambers gets out the car and looks around.
He can see Bellport soldiers posted everywhere. Some are playing dice; some are talking to women and some smoking weed. He feels safe, 'No way in the world those nigga can get into my town now,' Chambers says out loud to himself as he walks into Spicy's.
"See, I told you that fool is going to go right back to Spicy's, that's one thing I knew for a fact, nigga," Daytona states as he and Livewire sit in a dark gray hoopty with tinted windows across the street from Spicy's.
Chambers walks over to the chubby pretty Spanish woman that always prepares his food, "Damn girl you look sexier and sexier every day, when are you going to stop playing and let me tap that ass?"
The Spanish girl l
ooks him up and down, "When you learn how to talk to a woman. Anyway, what do you want?"
"Girl you know I want you, but I'll take a ten piece box of chicken."
She turns around and begins to fix his food for him. She could feel his eyes staring at her ass, but pays it no mind. She takes the food to the register and Chambers goes over to pay for it.
"Aight bye boo," Chambers says with a smirk.
"He's such an asshole," the Spanish woman says under her breath.
Before Chambers could even get out the front door he already has the box open and is busting down on a piece of chicken. Chambers looks and sees Big Cow out of his car talking to one of the Bellport hustlers. Chambers walks over to them still eating, throwing chicken bones in the street.
"Damn nigga slow the fuck down before you eat your damn fingers," a Bellport hustler says making Big Cow laugh.
"Shut the fuck up. You have no clue how bad I been feigning for some chicken from Spicy's," Chambers says while busting down his third piece of chicken.
"Nigga I know you need to slow down before your ass choke or something."
As soon the words leave Big Cow's mouth, Chambers grabs his neck and starts gasping and choking. His wind pipe tightens up and he collapses to the ground.
"Yo Chambers, are you alright?" Big Cow yells as he bends over looking down at him.
Foam and spit is coming from Chambers mouth as his eyes roll back in his head. His body shakes and goes into convulsions causing him to release his bowels.
"Damn Chambers, what the fuck, you shitted or something? Yo call an Ambulance I think this nigga is dying!" Big Cow yells to the hustler that is next to him.
The Bellport hustler quickly pulls out his cellphone and dials 911.
"Chambers, Chambers, can you hear me?" Big Cow says while shaking him.
Chambers body jerks up and down and from side to side then he jumps up holding his neck, and begins to vomit.
"Shit!" Big Cow yells jumping out of the way as vomit hits his sneakers.
More spit runs from the corner of Chambers mouth and all of a sudden, he stumbles into the street. Two cars fly past him just barely missing him. His eyes roll into the back of his head, so he never sees the white eighteen wheeler truck that is coming at him full speed. The driver of the truck sees Chambers standing in the middle of the street and pulls on his loud air horn. The driver looks side to side and there are cars on both sides of him, so there is no way of swerving around Chambers. He is going too fast to stop. The truck slams into Chambers knocking him off his feet, dragging him half mile. Five of the huge trucks tires roll over his body and his head. You could hear the pop as the tires squash his head into tiny pieces. The driver steps hard on the brakes of the truck, finally bringing it to a stop.
A crowd gathers around and looks at the smear of blood in the street as four tires still rest on Chambers dead body. Women are screaming, and workers come out of Spicy's restaurant to get a look.
"Ohhhh shit!" Daytona and Livewire say simultaneously.
"Damn I didn't see that one coming," Daytona says as he starts up the hoopty and busts a U-turn, headed in the other direction of the accident.
"Me either!" Livewire replies.
Daytona heard that Chambers was getting out the hospital, so he finds out what day from one of his men that works as a janitor in the hospital. He also talks to the Spanish woman that works at Spicy's about putting poison on Chamber's chicken. He tells her he will pay her $3,000 to do it, gives her half the money and promises to give the rest later on when they meet in a town call Riverhead, where she is from.
Daytona knew Chambers wouldn't be able to stay away from Spicy's chicken, because he thinks with his stomach. He just didn't think he would get hit by a truck too.
Daytona smiles, "Shit, with D-Real dead and Chambers dead there's no one to get in our way," Daytona says out loud.
*****
Later on that day, Daytona and Livewire pull up alongside the Spanish woman's car who works at Spicy's. Livewire presses a button and the passenger window rolls down.
"Shit Papi that was crazy. You got the rest of my money? I think I might need a little bit more for what went down," she says with her hands hanging out the driver's side window of her car, waiting for the money.
Livewire lifts up a yellow envelope. As soon as she grips it and begins to pull it from his hand, Livewire raises a black 22 revolver and aims it at her head. He squeezes the trigger six times.
'Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!'
The bullets from the 22 revolver, crashes into her face, head and neck, instantly killing her.
"Hahahaha," Livewire laughs as he pulls the envelope back into the car and Daytona steps on the gas.
"That bitch didn't really think we were going to pay her and leave her alive. She was already trying to blackmail us to get more money. She must have lost her mind," Livewire says while laughing the whole ride home.
Chapter 24
Dana is on top of the world ever since she allowed Daytona and his team use her place as a trap house. The money is pouring in and she makes twenty thousand each month. She even talked 'E' or fucked 'E' into letting her drop work off to other spots to make extra money. For every half a brick she drops off, she makes a thousand dollars, but only gets paid after Livewire or 'E' picks up the money at the trap houses and then they'd hit her off.
Dana can't believe how her life has changed. She could now buy the most expensive clothes in the store for her and her three children. Her hair and nails stay done and she has a secret stash of money at her sister's place in Riverhead. Her money is piling up. She drives around in her new BMW X5 with her three children in the back, watching cartoons from the 10 inch drop TV.
'Damn I did nine drops, one more and that's ten extra grand for me,' Dana thinks to herself.
"Kids are y'all hungry?"
"Yes mommy," her three children in the backseat answers.
"Well after mommy is done we're going to McDonald's okay."
"Okay mommy!" they all scream.
Dana stops at a red light and looks back at her three children and how happy they are. It is a blessing to finally get them nice things or take them out to eat. It is hard on her, at the age of 24 to have three kids between the ages of two and four, and no father around to help raise them because he is locked up. Dana breaks her train of thought when the red light turns green. She steps on the gas then hears sirens behind her.
"You in the truck pull over!" the voice yells through a loudspeaker from the police car.
"Shit!" Dana eases the truck to the side of the road. "Damn!" Dana curses as the police make their way over to her one at the driver's side window and the other at the passenger's side.
"License and registration," the officer says that is at the driver's side window.
Dana looks in her purse and passes him her license and registration, "What seems to be the problem officers?"
"Ms. we got a call that someone stole a truck around here so we just want to make sure this truck is yours, it's very expensive."
"This is my truck. My kids and I are going out to eat."
"Alright Ms., just turn off the truck while I go run your information to make sure what you're saying is true," the two officers walk back to their car and sit inside. They type her name into their computer and her run registration.
"Well Tom, it looks like the truck is hers and her name comes back clean."
"Fuck that Bill! How in the fuck can she afford that kind of truck and we can't. Black bitches like her are supposed to be on welfare struggling. I'm telling you Bill that bitch is dirty somehow. I say we call in for the drug sniffing dog."
"Damn Tom, you think all that is called for, she does have three kids in the back."
"Fuck that Bill, I'm tired of these motherfuckers riding around in nice cars and nice clothes while we bust our asses, I'm making the call."
"Mommy, mommy, put back on the cartoons," one of Dana's children says.
"I will as soon as
the officer is done with me."
"Mommy I'm hungry."
"Me too."
"Me too."
"Alright babies, mommy will feed y'all soon, okay, 'Damn what's taking them so long? I know my shit came back straight this is my car I have no reason to steal shit,' Dana thinks as she begins to sweat and think about the half of brick of crack under the passenger's seat, 'Shit after I drop this last shit off, I ain't making no more drops after this,' she whispers to herself.
She looks into the driver's side mirror and sees another police car pull up and an officer hops out with a big brown dog and all three of the officers walk toward her truck.
"Ms. we would like to search your car," one of officers says.
"No you can't my papers are legit, so you have no right."
"Well Ms. Lawyer, if you say no we can't but if our dog here smells around your car and smells something then we have all fucking rights to search your damn car," the officer says with an attitude and his face is turning red.
The officer leads the dog around the car and it starts barking out of control, "Ms., step out your car with your hands up," the three officers say with their guns drawn on her.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Dana's children begin to cry.
"Shhhh my babies it's okay!"
She steps out the car and one of the officer's slams her on the hood of her truck, face first, like she is a man and handcuffs her hands behind her back then leads her to the white police car placing her in the back seat. He locks and shuts the door. Tears run down her face as she watch the police officers take her kids crying and screaming and place them in the back of a police car.
The police search dog jumps into the car and sniffs around and starts barking loudly. One of the offices goes to where the dog is barking at and digs his hand inside the passenger seat then up under it and pulls out a brown paper bag. He opens it, "Shit, we got the mother lode boys, go get the drug test kit. They test a piece of the brick and it comes back positive for cocaine.
"I told you she was dirty Bill," Officer Tom says, then hops in the car with Dana and takes her to the precinct.
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