Seven leaned over toward Ball and said, “I hear you making them things move. Your whole supply gone in seven days; I see you out here,” Seven said as he nodded his head in approval. Just as Ball was about to respond, the girl in the red dress slid next to Seven. Seven’s attention immediately diverted to the voluptuous woman who had just sat down.
“How you doing, mister?” the woman asked.
“I’m good, ma. I saw you from up here. You got the whole club’s attention,” Seven said as he downed another shot of liquor that was in front of him. Normally he wouldn’t drink that much but he was determined to celebrate on behalf of Lola’s special day. Ball looked toward the corner of the room and saw the two men that the girl in the red dress whispered to, watching closely. He instantly knew something was up. Look like stick-up kids to me, he thought as he let the situation unfold.
“Hi, I’m Kim,” the girl said to Seven.
“I’m Seven. Nice dress.” He said with a slight grin.
“I hear you run this town,” Kim said to Seven as she placed her hand on his lap.
“Is that right?” Seven answered in a slurred voice. The drinks had him feeling good at that point.
“Yeah that’s right. I have been watching you all night. I’m not going to lie ... you make me horny as hell,” She said cutting straight to the point.
“Damn baby. You don’t hold any punches do you?” Seven asked as he sat up and looked down at her thick hips.
“Naw, not really. I’m from BK and we don’t beat around the bush. I’m here for the weekend visiting my cousin and I’m trying to have a goodtime,” she said as she licked her lips while looking deep into Seven’s eyes. Her sex appeal was undeniable and she had mastered the art of seduction. She slipped her hand over to Seven’s croch area. He quickly removed her hand, but she went right back to it. Persistence was the key.
“Brooklyn huh? You are a long way from home sweetheart,” Seven said as he felt the woman palm his manhood as she begin to stroke it. He wanted to remove her hand but it felt so good. His thin Armani slacks didn’t make it any better. He felt his manhood began to grow.
“Everybody saying you the man around here, and I only fuck with the best. I want to taste you,” She said as she inched closely to him, putting her lips on his ear. She let out a slight moan and licked his lobe, sending chills up his back.
“Damn, ma,” Seven said as he closed his eyes. He had women throwing themselves at him all the time, but with the influence of the liquor and the woman’s skills ... he was weak.
“Let’s talk somewhere a little more private,” she requested as she slid from underneath the table and stood up. Her big juicy behind was in direct eyesight of Seven and it only enticed him more. She wiggled to pull down her dress over her hips and it was like she was moving in slow motion. Seven’s joint instantly got rock hard and he slid from underneath the table also.
“Tell Lola I’ll be right back,” he said to Ball as he smiled and winked. Ball smiled back as he looked at the girl’s body. Seven pulled the girl through the back entrance where his crew had parked. Ball looked over at the dudes posted on the back wall as they exited through the front door almost simultaneously with Kim and Seven. He knew something was up. The rest of the goons were so busy partying and bullshitting, they didn’t notice what was about to go down. They didn’t even notice that Seven had slipped away. Ball was from the East Coast so he could spot a stick-up plan from a mile away. It was the advantage of having a New York state of mind.
Seven watched as Kim played with her clit while sucking him off. He threw his head back in pleasure while sitting in the back seat of his spacious Cadillac truck. The way she used her tongue was nothing short of amazing. She took him in her mouth and circled her tongue around his throbbing shaft. The sexy sound of her wet box getting popped by her fingers was driving Seven crazy. She was a certified freak and he had never seen anything like it. She began to move her hips in a grinding motion and she inserted her two fingers inside her vagina.
“Oh my God,” Seven said as looked down at her neatly shaven vagina.
“I wanna feel this big dick inside of me,” she whispered as she sat up and began to stroke his manhood. She pulled her dress over her head, revealing her small perky breasts. Her nipples stuck straight out like little fingers and Seven instantly began to suck them. Kim straddled Seven as she reached for her purse. She pulled out a condom and put it on Seven’s manhood. She then removed the gun that was on his waist.
“This thing is poking me,” she said as she tossed it in the front seat. That must have been the signal, because as soon as she tossed it, the back doors flew open taking them by complete surprise. It was one of the two men from inside the club. It was a setup. Seven couldn’t believe this was happening. The girl quickly hopped off his lap and pulled down her dress.
“Aggh!” she yelled as looked around in confusion.
“You know what time it is homeboy! Take us to the bricks and the money.” The masked man said as he held the gun to Seven’s head. Seven began to laugh as he put his hands up.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” he said as he shook his head from side to side, knowing that the youngsters didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.
“Shut the fuck up,” one of the masked robbers said as he struck Seven across the face with the butt of his gun. Seven instantly grabbed his nose as it began to bleed. The robber pulled Seven and the girl out of the car. Seven was thrown onto the ground and the masked man stood over him.
“Take me to the spot or I’ma blow your bitch’s brains out and then yours,” he said. A Jimmy truck pulled up and the door opened. It was the other guy from the club.
“Yo, let’s put him in the trunk and get the fuck outta here,” he said as he got out of the trucwk with his hands up. “Hurry the fuck up!” he added. He never saw who was creeping up behind him.
“Thank you very much,” Ball said as he relieved him of his gun, while digging his own into the stick-up kid’s neck. “Drop that homeboy or I will blow this mu’fuckas brains out.” Ball said as he looked over at the other assailant that had a gun to Seven. Ball instantly saw the shaking hand of the gunman.
Ball pulled back the hammer of his gun and calmly said, “Now I’ma give you one more chance. If you don’t let my man go, I’ma dead this nigga right here. One ...” before he could even get to the next number Seven grabbed the gun from the man and put his own gun in his face.
“Bitch-ass nigga,” Seven said as he struck the man across his face. Ball pushed the man he had been holding at gunpoint on the ground next to his partner. He and Seven stood over them with guns in their faces.
“Bitch, you get down there too,” Ball said as he pushed Kim onto the ground. Seven looked at Ball like he was crazy for pushing Kim, thinking she had nothing to do with it.
“That bitch set it up. I saw the whole thing,” Ball said as he caught Seven up to speed.
“Oh, yeah?” Seven said as he looked at the woman who laid in front of them speechless. Seven pulled back the hammer of his gun and pointed it at the woman. Ball instantly got nervous and grabbed Seven’s arm.
“No, not here. There’s cameras all around this mu’fucka,” he said trying to avoid catching a murder charge.
“Yeah, you right,” Seven said as he looked around. Just as he was about to say something else, Lola and his goons bust out of the back door with their guns drawn.
“Y’all a day late and a dollar short,” Seven said through clenched teeth. He was furious that his team didn’t catch the caper. “If it wasn’t for this nigga, I would be in a trunk right now. Put these niggas in the car. Dumb mu’fuckas!” He said angrily as he put his gun in his waist and walked away. He threw his arm around Ball and walked him to his truck.
“Roll with me for a minute.” He said as he shook his head in disbelief. And just like that it was over.
“What are they going to do with them?” Ball asked as he looked back to see the goons stuffing the stick-up
crew into their own trunk; all three of them.
“They’re just going to smack em’ up a little. This isn’t the first time niggas have tried to test me. I have to stay on my shit. If it wasn’t for you and your alertness ...” Seven stopped and looked into Ball’s eyes. “I don’t wanna even think about it. Let’s go have breakfast.... on me.” He said as the jumped into the truck. Seven knew that Ball was a great asset to his team and he needed someone sharp like him. It was the beginning of something real.
Chapter Ten
Bad Boys Move in Silence
Seven and Ball sat at the twenty-four hour breakfast spot just down the highway. Lola sat next to Seven as they chatted over steak and eggs. As Seven cut his steak with a knife and fork, he looked at Ball.
“You know I owe you for what you did tonight?” Seven said in modesty.
“It ain’t nothing. I saw that shit from a mile away. Honestly, your lil niggas should have been on that.” Ball said as he whispered across the table. He looked over at Seven’s goons seated at the table a couple feet away from them. Just as Ball was about to speak again, he felt his phone buzz. He looked down and saw that it was a text from Dame. The text read: “G is a block away. Plug him in.” Ball clenched his jaw and hated that he had to deal with that clown. He instantly smiled and shook his head. “Chick’s be hounding a nigga,” he said as he put the phone on his hip.
“I fuck with you the long way. I really like the way you move. I know you got your own thing going on out of town, but if you want you should come fuck with me for a while. Join the team and feel it out, ya know,” Seven propositioned as he put the steak in his mouth.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Ball said as he nodded his head in approval.
“You should come join us for Sunday dinner. It’s something that has turned in to a ritual for us. We get money together, but we break bread together also.” Seven said showing a gesture of loyalty.
“I appreciate that. I will be there,” Ball said. As Ball put a forkful of food into his mouth he saw an all-black E-class Mercedes Benz pull up. The luxury car sat on shiny rims and caught everyone’s attention within eyesight. Just as Dame promised, Gary stepped out of the car. He had a female on his arm and Ball instantly knew that she probably was an undercover too. He turned his head trying not to give so much attention to him. Gary walked in and it was hard not to notice the blinging chain that hung from his neck. The lights bounced off of the sparkling diamonds and seemed as if it illuminated the room. He was definitely shining. G took a table across the room from them as Seven and Ball continued to engage in small talk. Ball could feel Gary looking over at them and he tried his best to avoid meeting his gaze. Unfortunately, one of Seven’s goons noticed that Gary was staring also. They slyly clicked their gun off safety and walked over to Seven. The goon bent down over the table as whispered to Seven. “Ol’ boy across the room keeps looking over here. Want me to go over there and see what’s on his mind?”
“Who? The cat over there with the female?” Seven asked as he discreetly glanced over at Gary. Ball didn’t even bother looking over there and knew that G was an amateur. He was about to get himself killed. Seven nodded and the goon immediately went over there. They watched as the goon went over and had a word with G. Moments later, the goon came back and looked at Ball.
“My man said he know you,” the goon announced.
Ball looked over and G threw his hands up as if he had seen an old friend. Ball whispered under his breath and squinted his eyes as if he wasn’t familiar with G.
“You know this nigga?” Seven asked as G stood from his table and made his way over.
“Yo, no disrespect. Just saw an old friend over here.” G said as stood over their table. He reached his hand out to Ball, and Ball looked at Seven who had no expression on his face. He looked back at G and reluctantly shook his hand.
“Oh, what up G. Long time no see,” Ball said as he eyed G and his corny demeanor. “What you doing in this neck of the woods?” Ball asked.
“Just in town for a couple of weeks checking out new real estate. The prices for property high as hell back home. Feel me? And plus, my girl grew up here.” G said as he looked back and pointed at the girl who waited for him at the table. Ball nodded as he listened to the fast-talking G. Just to stop him from talking anymore, Ball cut him off.
“Yo Seven, this is my man G. He in the same business as us. I used to fuck with him back home,” He said as he reluctantly vouched for the clown that stood before them.
“What’s up gangster.” Seven said coldly, almost being sarcastic. “Nice chain,” Seven said as looked at the iced out piece G had on. Seven then he stood up and motioned for his team to roll out. He wasn’t even done with his food and his action seemed abrupt. Ball looked in confusion as the whole crew began to exit the spot. Seven reached into his pocket and peeled off a hundred dollar bill and tossed it on the table.
“See you tomorrow, Ball. Lola will call you with the directions. Nice to meet you, P.” Seven said with a smile as he reached out and shook G’s hand.
“It’s G,” Gary corrected as he shook his hand.
“My apologies,” Seven said while Lola and the Goon Squad laughed at the inside joke. Within seconds, Seven and the crew was out of the door and gone. G stood there dumbfounded with his hands out wondering what he did wrong.
“What did I say?” G asked as he looked at Ball in confusion.
“Nothing man. You wouldn’t understand,” Ball said as he threw his napkin down and shook his head in disbelief. He did not want G to blow this for him. His freedom was at stake and Ball had to let Dame know that his method was not going to work. He only hoped that Seven didn’t stop dealing with him. This stupid clown is throwing salt in the game. I have to tell Dame that I have to do this my way, or I can’t do it at all, he thought to himself as he left a twenty on the table for the waitress.
“Man, take me back to my car.” He said to G as he continued to shake his head and go toward the exit.
“This nigga could have gotten me killed. He has fed written all over him. The nigga is soft Dame. Point blank!” Ball said as he paced the floor at the gym. Dame stood there with his hands in his pockets as he let Ball break it down. “First, this nigga walks in the spot with all this flashy shit looking like a clown. With the loud jewelry and fancy car, he was screaming for attention. Niggas who are really getting money, hate attention. The loudest person in the room is the weakest person in the room, believe that! Bad boys move in silence.” Ball expressed as he finally stopped and looked at Dame with his hands on his hips.
At first Dame was going to contest, but he understood that Ball knew how to move with sharks. He had to trust Ball’s judgment and let him do it his way. He knew that by attempting to put G into Seven’s realm, it could put the whole operation at risk. “You’re right. I am going to let you do it your way. I’m going to let you get in deep without any input.” Dame agreed. Ball nodded his head in approval, relieved that he didn’t have to deal with G anymore.
“My way this time? No more fake-ass gangsters on board?” Ball asked.
“Yeah, you got it. There’s just one more thing. That dinner you were telling me about. The one he invited you to ...”
“Yeah, what about it?” Ball asked as he frowned up, knowing that Dame had something up his sleeve.
“I need you to place these bugs in a couple spots.” He said as he pulled out three little gadgets that resembled silver buttons.
“What the fuck! You want me to put bugs in his house. You tripping man.”
“Don’t forget who’s the fucking boss. You work for me, not the other way around,” Dame said as he grabbed Ball’s hand and slammed the bugs into his palm. “Leave these in spots were conversations take place. Like the living room, the bedroom, and even in his car. Place them under a table or somewhere not visible,” Dame said as he stared at Ball intensely.
“Fine!” Ball agreed as he spun around on his heels and exited out the backdoor.
Chapter Eleven
Dead End
“Lord, I ask you to protect us all and have compassion for our enemies. Although we do unholy things, we are asking for your loving hand to guide us as we maneuver through this concrete jungle. We are on the path to you but until then we have to get this money. God please have mercy on our souls. Amen,” Seven said as he sat at the head of the dinner table where Lola, Ball, and his goons sat. Everyone hands were connected as they said “Amen” in unison and sat over the piping hot food that was prepared by Seven’s maid. Rah, Seven’s son was also at the table amongst adults and Ball watched closely at how Seven catered to his son. He immediately could sense the bond that they shared. Seven loved his son unconditionally. Ball wanted to ask Seven about the absence of Rah’s mother, but brushed off the notion not wanting to intrude. Seven’s crew was full of deadly killers and dealers, but every Sunday they all would sit down together like family and break bread together. This is the reason why Seven’s regime was strong and almost impossible to penetrate. He embraced all members of his inner circle and had no mercy on his enemies and Ball was learning the true meaning of loyalty. He watched how Seven respected everyone in the crew. He didn’t look down on anyone and paid attention to detail. Ball remained quiet as chatter and the sounds of silverware scraping the plates as they all dug in.
“I got an A on English paper!” Rah said to his father as his eyes lit up at his own accomplishment.
“Again?” Seven said as his eyes got big and a smile formed on his face. “Y’all hear that? My boy gon be a writer someday! He be killing them English tests! I have a little genius right here,” Seven announced as he rubbed the top of Rah’s head. Seven began to clap and everybody followed suit as they gave the young boy an ovation. Rah smiled from ear to ear and it was pure joy in his heart.
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