Country Boy 3

by Blake Karrington

  “They’re beautiful,” Van said looking over at two of his kids playing in a corner.

  It took her only a moment to realize that the other little boy was standing next to her rubbing her tummy again.

  “Why does he keep doing that?” Van asked the both of them.

  “This is why.” Dr Conway said holding up a group of papers stacked on a clipboard.

  “What are you saying doctor, and what are those?”

  “Van Ellerbe, what I’m saying is welcome to the world of motherhood!”

  Van screamed, then ran into the doctor’s outstretched arms.

  “Please doctor, please tell me I’m not dreaming!! Please tell me this is not a joke.” Van cried out.

  “It’s not a joke,” He said and then he pinched her hard.

  “Ouchhhh…that hurt!”

  “Good. Now you know that this is not a dream.”

  “But there is…one more thing I must inform you of before we proceed any further.” The doctor said.

  “Anything doctor, anything.” Van said again.

  “Your test results does not show that you are pregnant with a child.”

  “No?” Van asked.

  “No it doesn’t.”

  “Why?” Van asked, now confused.

  “Because you are not having one baby, you will be having two!”

  Van fainted.

  “Jennifer, please help me.” The doctor said, calling out to his wife. “Help me take her to the back.”

  When Quentel arrived at the doctor’s office, he saw Van’s SUV parked next to the doctor’s Range Rover. All thoughts of letting the man live were gone. The only question running through Q’s mind was whether he should or shouldn’t kill the muthafucka on sight. He decided he’d do whichever came to mind first. Q barged through the door and found Dr. Conway standing at his desk holding a clip board. Q attacked him. Instantly, the doctor flung his arms into the air.

  “Mr. Jackson...I…I…”

  Q didn’t’ give him time to finish before he clamped both hands around the doctor’s throat. The doctor’s eyes bulged from their sockets. His air cut completely off by Q’s powerful hands.

  “I told you I would kill you if you ever touched my wife nigga!!” Q screamed, applying more pressure.

  The doctor’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his body went limp. Still, Q squeezed harder. They always said that the life of a doctor was his white coat and clip board. And today, Dr. Conway’s clip board would do two things…reveal life and save his. On the brink of losing consciousness, Dr. Conway dropped his clipboard to the floor.

  Plop!! The noise brought a weary Van from the examiner’s room, followed by the doctor’s wife and three children.

  “Quentel Jackson, what are you doing? Turn Dr. Conway loose…let him go!!” Van shouted.

  The room suddenly became complete chaos as the doctor’s wife and children began screaming for Q to stop. As if turned off by a power switch, Q released his grip. Falling to one knee, the doctor fought desperately to regain his air.

  “Quentel what has gotten into you?” Van asked, taking a firm grip on his arm.

  “This is what’s gotten into me Van.” He said pushing her phone in her face. “What that hell is all these messages about, Shawty?”

  “So this is what this is all about? I’m ashamed of you Quentel…do you actually think that I would disrespect our home by cheating on you? With the doctor?” she emphasized.

  “Listen to me ma, I—”

  “No, no Quentel, you listen. The doctor has something he wants you to know.”

  Q turned back to Dr. Conway, waiting on him to speak. He was surprised when Van spun him back around towards her.

  “No Quentel, not Otis.”

  “Jonathan, come here sweetie.” Van said to the youngest boy.

  Reluctantly, the child came over to her. Van kissed him on the cheek and asked the child softly.

  “Tell him what’s inside of here.” She said pointing at her tummy.

  Jonathan’s face brightened and he immediately began to rub Van’s stomach.

  “Ba…Ba…Babies..Babies..Babies.”

  When Van looked back at Q, tears flowed down her cheeks like rivers.

  “Quentel Jackson, welcome to the world of fatherhood again…you are now the proud father of four.”

  “Four?” He found himself having to force the word out.

  “I’m pregnant with twins love,” Van said through tears.

  Q couldn’t speak. He crumbled to his knees, overwhelmed with joy. Van met him there and she cried in his arms until the tears would no longer come. Finally, the makings of a lifelong dream was about to come true in the form of two bundles of joy. A dream destined by two people who lived their lives as one

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  Albino Mike stood silently, lost in his own thoughts. Whoever this Big Country nigga was, he had come up to their hood and not only killed Scar, but stopped the “get money plan” he had devised for them. It was only one thing left to do, in his mind. So he grabbed his keys and called up his boys and headed to the place where it all had went down.

  “Where in North Carolina do this Big Country nigga lay his head, OG?” Albino Mike asked Bumpy.

  “It’s over young buck…sometimes it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie,” Bumpy said, hoping Albino and the rest of the young crew would take his advice.

  “Oh, it is over OG...for now anyway, but if you think some country ass niggas gonna come to the view and do sum’em like this for free, B, no way son. That nigga gots to pay tha piper son…word up.”

  Bumpy slowly shook his head from side to side, then said “It’s a shame Albino Mike….It’s a shame and I feel sorry for your young son and family.”

  “Why you feeling sorry for my family OG? My peeps eatin’ good son.

  “Why Albino Mike… is because if you cross those Carolina state lines with any intentions of getting even,” He paused then continued, “let's just say I don't think you ever coming back this way.” He finished saying and turned his back to Albino Mike.

  Bumpy’s words infuriated Albino Mike and this time he stood the OG up on his act of bravery. Albino Mike pulled his D.E. out and shot Bumpy in the back of his head at close range. The shot from the Desert Eagle left nothing to the imagination. Blood, brain matter and skull bone flew everywhere. Bumpy’s headless body stood there momentarily as if wondering what it should do next. Then it crumbled heavily to the basement floor. Soundproof walls concealed the thunderous boom from the heavy caliber pistol. All four stood over the lifeless body of one of Soundview’s own triple OG gangsters.

  “What now?” Squeeze asked Albino Mike.

  Albino Mike looked at all his crew members before he spoke.

  “We’re about to take over North Carolina, son.”

  “What about this Big Country nigga, Mike?” Ren asked.

  Albino Mike’s smile made him look like a lion after a fresh kill. “It’s simple son…we finish tha job that our man started. Now are you niggas wit me or what, B?”

  “We in til the end son. Word up?

  “Then let’s go!!!”

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  It was around 2:00am when Albino Mike, Squeeze, and Ren pulled into the Days Inn of West Broad Avenue in Rockingham. Ren was driving 95 miles an hour all the way down, so the trip had taken less than 9 hours. Albino Mike and his crew wasn't that impressed with the small town, or at least what they could see of it coming in off of highway 74 and US 220.

  “Damn B, you say that nigga Scar said it was money like that down here?” Ren asked with a curious look on his face.

  “That's what he said kid, word, plus it's not just about the money nigga, we got to set this shit straight with these country niggas,” Albino Mike voiced back.

  “Look, I'm going to let you know now that this shit is all about the money for me. Scar was my nigga and all, but that nigga gone now, and I gots to eat.” Squeeze added.

  “We all do,” Ren and Albino Mike agreed.
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  They exited the 2009 GMC Yukon and proceeded to the front desk of the motel. They were greeted with a sexy surprise sitting at the counter. Her name was Tijuana, but everyone called her Tata. Tata stood 5’5”, and although slim, she had bow legs and an ass that you would not normally see on women her size. She also had perky breasts to match. Immediately, the guys started throwing their hand in, to see who could bag Tata before the sun rose in the morning.

  “So lil mama, why don't you let big poppa change your life? Ain’t no way I would have you working up here at this spot late at night like this,” Albino Mike told her. Ren and Squeeze could see that Mike was going hard so they backed off, but not without first asking her if she had any friends she could hook them up with.

  “I might have someone for you, but damn I don't even know you like that.”

  “Shit we all from Queen's NY, we all got hella swag, and we breaded up. What else you need to know.” Mike answered while showing Tata a wad of money he had in his pocket.

  “Now is that money you willing to spend or just money you showing?” Tata asked

  “All money is money that we spending Ma, we not like these cheap country ass niggas you used to. So go ahead and give us two adjoining rooms and call your girls and tell them to come through.”

  “Damn, you want me to call them at 2:00 in the morning? Do you at least got something to drink and smoke on?” She asked

  “Ma I told you. You fucking with some real niggas, you know we got that loud and I got a bottle of patron in the truck. We can get some juice out the vending machine and it's on.” Mike answered back.

  Tata gave Albino Mike the keys to the two adjoining rooms. Once she was sure they were out of sight, she got on the phone and called her people. Not her girls, but the person who she knew was perfect for a lick like this.

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  June was lying in the bed with Kesha when his ring tone of Yo Gotti's song “Harder” began playing.

  “June damn, why don’t you ever put that phone on vibrate?” Kesha yelled

  “Because I can't hear a vibrate and I need all my calls, now hush. This Tata from the Days Inn and if she calling a nigga this late, that means she got some niggas that slipping staying up there.”

  “Yo what up, Tata,” June answered.

  “Nothing except, I got some nigga's up here from NYC and they flashing a lot of cash and jewelry, and a bitch need her rent paid and her hair and nails done"

  “Shit I feel you, and you know I will make that happen for you, just give me the run down.”

  Tata gave June the full run down on her conversation with the three out-of-towners. She had already set them up or they had already set themselves up by asking for her and her friends to come by the room.

  June told her to give him an hour to grab some back up and he would call her when he was about to pull up. He hung up the phone and threw on his black jeans and t shirt. He also dialed Dame’s number. June had told Dame about the part-time robbing, he had started doing while the crew was chilling out because of the Baby Rasta situation. So since everyone was trying to make a little extra cash on the side, Dame had told him to holla at him if he needed some help on anything.

  Ring, Ring, Ring Gazelle reached over to grab the handset, but before she could say a word, Dame snatched it from her.

  “I'm sure it’s for me,” he said in a groggy voice.

  She didn't put up a fight, she just released the receiver and pulled the covers back over her head.

  “Who this?”

  “It’s me nigga, and if you want to grab something to eat with a brother, you need to get up now and meet me at the motel off 74 in 30 minutes,” June uttered.

  “Nigga I'll see you in 15,” Dame mumbled back.

  “Yea right, you know you always late,” June laughed.

  “Man you’re going to get enough of saying that shit,” Dame also laughed.

  Both men hung up the phone and proceeded to the motel. To June’s surprise, Dame was already there when he arrived. They pulled their vehicles to the back side of the parking lot. June got on the phone and called Tata to confirm he was outside.

  “Yo lady, everything still straight?”

  “Yea fo sure these niggas done called down here like eight times wanting to know what time my friends getting here. They some real thirsty niggas,” Tata informed him

  “Well they about to get that thirst quenched real fast and not the way they want it,” June said, his adrenaline building up.

  “June can you make sure you bring my part by my house early, my hair appointment is at 11:00.”

  “Girl I got you, now call back up stairs and let them niggas know your girls about to pull up , and I'm sending my man in there to grab the key from you just in case.”

  June went and checked out the front parking lot while Dame went inside and got the key from Tata.

  Both men met up at the top of the stairs leading to Albino Mike and his crew’s room. June knocked on the door and then stepped aside.

  Ren was so looking forward to seeing what Tata’s friends looked like that he just pulled open the door. He had a blank stare on his face when he saw June standing there with a Mac 10 at his side.

  June backed him back into the room, while Dame came in behind them.

  Squeeze was lying back on the bed and went to reach for his gun when he saw June and Dame. He would have made it, except Dame’s 357 slug hit him first in the back of his shoulder and the second shot caught the back of Squeeze's head. He now lay motionless between the bed and the small night stand.

  The sounds of gun fire brought Albino Mike out of his a joining room. He came in firing his 40 caliber pistol in all directions. June grabbed Ren from behind for cover and the first three shots that where meant for him landed in Ren's chest.

  June returned shots from the rear of Ren's lifeless body. Dame dropped to the floor and joined June in shooting in Albino Mike's direction. Dame's bullets caught Mike in his knee and hip.

  Mike fell to the floor in excruciating pain. He dropped his gun, screaming and yelling, but he could do nothing but hold his leg to try to minimize the pain.

  Unarmed now, Dame and June stood over him.

  “I know this not the nigga from Soundview,” June said while looking down at Mike.

  “Shit how many niggas you know Michael Jackson up out here with white skin?” Dame uttered back.

  “Fuck you motherfuckers,” Mike was able to muster out through his cries of pain.

  June kneeled down beside Albino Mike and looked back up to Dame

  “You see this is what happens when you try to be nice to niggas, they come back and make trouble for you.”

  He looked back at Mike and continued. “Now, I’m wondering what brought you to our fine little city. Would you like to tell me that before I send you back home in a pine box?”

  “Fuck you nigga,” Mike sneered.

  “Na fuck you,” June whispered back then stood up.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! he let off three shots into Albino Mike's body.

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  Officer Vie dug her nails into his flesh so deeply; blood seeped from beneath her fingertips. Still he pounded her wetness. Waves of passionate orgasms reverberated throughout her body. She spread her legs even wider, allowing a very telling couple more inches of his manhood to invade her depths. Then suddenly he slowed his movements to a snail’s pace, paralyzing her body again, working his large member like a well-oiled piston.

  Never had sex felt this way to her. To Vie, it was always an overrated aphrodisiac. Something any two people could generate in the heat of lust. However this was completely different. Not sex at all, but two bodies creating a lovemaking session, detaching themselves totally from the outer world. Like a master musician playing a musical instrument, he brought Vie to the pinnacle of desire.

  “Yes…oh yes, yes, yes, yessssssss” she screamed. “More” she pleaded, “I want more!!”

  He obliged. Going right back to working his heavy member
in and out like an air hammer with smooth consistent strokes.

  “Ahhhhhhh,” Vie’s strawberry lips formed an O.

  Throwing her head back she uttered his name.

  “Quentel” she cried out as great throbbing waves of ecstasy spurted from her womanly core.

  Still he pushed on. Taking hold of her quivering hips, he began his own long climb to release.