Banks look to Racks, then to me, as I lay on the floor clutching my ankle. Without much prompting, Racks repeated what Stone had just relayed a few minutes earlier. Banks just mugged me, while holding Neesha back. They moved to leave. Lenny walked over to me, picking me up by the back on my neck. Before I could protest, something that felt like a needle prick pierced my skin, then nothing. Dreamland I’m gone to.
For the first time ever, I don’t want to wake up. I don’t mean anything to no one so, I know I won’t be missed. I’ve heard someone once say,
‘Words don’t mean anything without action. It’s the action that makes the words matter.’
I never understood it, but now I do. My words, which were spewed outta hate, childishness, and jealousy, spurred on the actions of others that I will pay the price for with my life.
Turtle
‘North Augusta’
‘Borderline South Carolina and Georgia’
“Fuck, man,” Juke hissed.
“The fuck is wrong wit yo ass now? I swear, yo ass got mo’ mood swings than a bitch on her period,” I spat, eyeing his emotional ass.
“You the bitch. When is we running up on them pussy muthafuckas? This the time to hit, they vulnerable. We done had this lil fucker foe bout two days, and nothin’. That lil’ bullshit we got ain’t shit,” he barked.
Standing from my seat, I marched over to his ass.
“Watch yo fuckin’ mouth, remember who the fuck I am. Yo ass wanna do some shit, be my fuckin’ guest. I know what the fuck I’m doing. Ain’t nobody keepin’ yo bitch ass here, complaining and shit. Sit the fuck down, and shut the fuck up,” I bellowed.
Leaping from his seat, he knocked me outta his space in the process.
“Fuck you! Bitch ass, nigga!” He gritted out, hitting my ass.
Fucker tried knocking my fucking head from my shoulders. Catching myself from hitting the floor, I pulled my gun.
CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK!
THUMP!
His body hit the floor.
“Throw his punk ass in the fuckin’ woods. Let this be a fuckin’ lesson. I ain’t to be fucked wit. Yo ass wanna leave, that’s the only way yo bitch ass leaving,” I sneered, eyeing his fuck boy ass.
Bear and Shark moved, picking his ass up taking him out the backdoor. I got our asses in this old country ass house. We hit the store before we got here foe some food and shit.
“Aye, lil’ nigga, yo ass good?” I questioned, eyeing him.
His ass been quiet as fuck since we snatched his ass. I thought he would’ve been throwing a temper tantrum or something. Maybe even scared, but his ass ain’t showing no fuckin’ fear. He turned towards me slowly.
“I’m good, just waiting to see my people. You good?” He stated, calmly.
Staring at him, trying to make him flinch, but he just held my stare. The fuck is up wit this lil nigga? I questioned. Turning from his ass to the opening of the back door.
Getting up from the table, I headed to the back room. I needed to get some shit in motion. Pulling my cell out, I called my first baby mama. The phone rang.
“The person you are trying to reach is no longer alive. Her and her child have met their fate, due to being affiliated wit a bitch made muthafucka. Please leave yo message at the sound of, CA-Clack, CA-Clack.”
Jumping so hard, I dropped my fuckin phone. Damn, they know I’m behind this shit. That ain’t take no time. How the hell they know this shit? Taking a deep breath, I picked my phone up, hitting my other baby mama. I got the same damn message. It was a different male though.
“Shit, they probably got Wolfe’s ass too,” I mumbled, before dialing his number.
Listening to it ring, I got hopeful.
“Yes,” he answered.
Blowing out a breath.
“Wolfe, nigga, the fuck yo ass up to? You good?” I questioned, trying to feel him out.
“I’m fan fucking tastic. I’m on a beach, surrounded by the clearest blue water, along wit a bunch of big booty, naked females. Whaddup witchu?” He answered, casually.
I pulled my phone from my face, to see if I was actually talking to his ass.
“That’s wha’sup, have fun then, nigga,” I spoke, ready to hang up.
“Oh, I will, but before you go, let me tell you the information that yo lil’ pussy ass called to find out. I told yo ass it’s a right and wrong way to do everything. But yo disrespectful, dumb ass, don’t listen. Yo ass never did. See, I let yo ass think you had taken me out, my nigga, I ain’t never out. You just dug yo grave so fuckin’ deep, yo ass gonna be buried in China.
You trying to go up against Stone. What the fuck foe? I told yo ass to let the bullshit go. That nigga ain’t never do shit to yo jealous ass. Yo ass gonna die in the worst way, and I won’t miss you. Yo stupid ass went after that man’s family. Soon as he came to me, I spoke the truth on yo ass, then packed my shit and left the fucking country.
Them niggas don’t care that yo ass don’t give a fuck bout yo family. You fuck wit theirs, they fuckin’ wit yours. Don’t ring my number again, well fuck it, call again, the bitch’ll be disconnected. Have fun, muthafucka,” he let me know in one breath, before hanging up.
Shaking my head at his snitching ass. Pussy summabitch, the fuck kinda brother is his ass?
“I need another distraction, so I can rock this shit,” I mumbled.
“Fucking burner shit,” I grumbled at my phone, as I punched another number in.
Listening to it ring, my nerves felt like they were standing on end.
“Um, who is this?” She answered.
“You know who this is, quit acting slaw. Call the law like I told you to. Tell them every fucking thing. Make sure you let them know that big bitch owns ‘Creamy Pies.’ Sell that shit. If you don’t, you’ll be seeing me,” I demanded.
Silence came from her side, pissing me off.
“The fuck is wrong wit yo ass? Don’t go bitching up on me now. I ain’t got time fa’ that fucking bullshit,” I barked.
“I’m not bitching up on you. I just don’t want to be attached to this shit. I have no problem with setting Preshus wide load ass up, or whatever. In my eyes, she deserves it for the things she let happen to me, and was said to me. I just don’t want my family being caught up in this. Can you guarantee me that won’t happen?” She expressed, without taking a breath.
“Shape the fuck up, them pussy muthafuckas is the least of yo worries. Fuck this shit up, it’ll be my ass taking yo fuckin’ family out,” I sneered.
Sniffling came across the line. Weak hearted bitch, I thought.
“Bethany, cut that bullshit out. Yo ass said you were a fuckin’ down ass bitch, be that bitch. Do yo fuckin’ part,” I demanded.
“Okay, Turtle, I will do it. Just stop speaking to me like you are. I got you,” she whined.
Where all the real women at? I could’ve been king wit a bitch like Preshus in my fuckin’ corner. That crazy big bitch got heart.
“Bet. Was yo ass able to do the other shit?” I questioned.
“No, um, Stone closed the dealership down while I was there in Kimmy’s office trying to access the accounts, which I was unable to do,” she answered, lowly.
I swear, this bitch ain’t good fa’ shit.
“Man, fuck, ugly muthafucka fuckin’ up everything,” I hissed out.
“Aiight, fuck it, do that shit, now,” I barked, before hanging up.
Stupid, slut ass, trick, the bitch only got good pussy going fa’ her ass. She’s so damn naive to life. All it takes is for a bad boy, so she calls it, to say the right words, fuck her, give her a lil’ street life, and she’s hooked. She ain’t really worth shit.
“That should buy me some fuckin’ time. Hopefully, the big bitch’ll die. That’ll make all this shit worth it,” I spoke out loud, before walking back out the room door.
Walking into the front room, the vibe was all off.
“The fuck y’all niggas doing?” I barked, breaking their stare off.
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sp; “They trying to figure out who is really Shanny’s hoe ass man. Since they both was sexing her,” lil nigga answered, with a smirk.
I fought to keep my face neutral. Hoe ass, bitch.
“Man, if y’all don’t get off that shit. Fuck that hoe. Y’all musta forgot yo ass can’t turn a nasty ass hoe into a housewife. Get y’all heads in the fuckin’ game,” I barked.
They nodded, but didn’t speak.
“Dang, y’all give up quick. He got y’all trained. Bumps, you been sexing Shanny and Ocean, nasty ass,” lil’ nigga taunted.
“Shut the fuck up, foe I knock yo lil ass out,” Bumps barked, causing the lil’ nigga to laugh.
Before I could say anything, Bumps moved.
WHAMP! WHAMP!
He hit lil’ nigga wit a two piece.
“Ugly muthafucka! Ohhh shit,” he gritted out, clutching his stomach.
Bear jumped up. “The fuck?” He yelled.
Bumps fell to his knees, steady clutching his stomach, with his hand on the blade of a knife protruding from it.
“How the fuck he got that shit? Tie his muthafuckin’ ass up. Fuck, man,” I bellowed, with my eyes wide.
Lil’ fucker was just staring at my ass.
“The fuck yo lil ugly ass looking at? Do something else, I’m killing yo ass, bitch,” I threatened.
“Kill me. It won’t lessen the way you’re gonna die. I just hope I don’t get caught in the cross fire. You got four lil weak men left to go against Stone’s army. You musta failed math in school. You don’t have yo G.E.D., do you? The odds ain’t in yah favor,” he taunted, causing me to pull my gun.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” I gritted out.
“Aye, Bumps, it ain’t deep, it’s not pushed in deep. Get me that kit out the back,” Bear called out.
Shark moved to the back without a word.
“Aye, Goat, how yo ass feeling?” I called out.
His ass done been laid up since we got here. His fuckin’ knee is the size of a soccer ball. The lil’ fucker shattered the bones in his knee. Bear wrapped the bitch with some ACE bandages.
“I’m good, nigga,” he yelled back.
Snickering came from the lil fucker. Walking over to his funny looking ass, something ain’t right with his ass. What black muthafucka got blue eyes?
WACK!
I backhanded his ass, causing his head to turn completely to the right. He turned back to me, licking blood from his spilt lip.
“Foe every bruise found on my body, Neesha’s gonna cut yah ass. I can’t wait to see that,” he gloated, with a smirk.
He’s trying to goad my ass, I ain’t falling foe that shit. I’ve already figured out I underestimated his ass. Ain’t no telling what else his ass might do if given the chance. I watched as Bear’s wanna be doctor ass pulled the bloody knife outta Bumps’ gut. Eyeing the knife, I realized that lil’ nigga brought that shit with his ass. That shit didn’t come from this fuckin’ house. Ain’t this bout a bitch?
“Why y’all ain’t pat that bitch down? Fuck, y’all some stupid summabitches. I gotta do every fucking thing. Y’all got to shape the fuck up,” I thundered.
They just stared at me. I gotta get some mo’ loyal soldiers. These fuckers ain’t worth shit.
“He gonna get y’all killed,” lil fucker sang out, as Shark tied him up.
“Shark, since yo ass been fucking that Shanny bitch, see what the fuck is up. We blind out cher,” I ordered.
“Naww, you call’er, since she’s yo bitch,” he snapped.
“The fuck yo ass is talmbout? Do what the fuck I told yo ass to do,” I yelled, aiming my gun at his head.
“Nigga, yo ass act like you the only muthafucka wit a gun,” he clapped back, pulling his gun.
“You need to calm the fuck down. You letting a lil kid get in yah head. Stick to the fuckin’ task at hand. I ain’t in this shit to die,” Bear spoke, from his position on the floor.
I held my position for a few more beats, before dropping my gun. I ain’t worrying bout the muthafucka shooting my ass. After a few more beats, he dropped his gun too, while pulling his phone out. He hit whatever, before putting it on speaker, then dropping it on the table. The line rung three times.
“Hello,” a female answered.
“Bitch, where you,” Shark started, ‘til I cut him off.
“Who the fuck is you?” I barked.
“Ohh, is this Turtle?” She paused. “Umph, no answer. Well, it don’t matter, I’m the bitch who snatched y’all bitch soul. I’ll be seeing y’all punk bitches, real soon,” she sassed, before hanging up, causing the lil’ fucker to holler.
Fuck, we gotta ambush them fuckers. They don’t know where the fuck we are at. Shanny didn’t really know shit, I told myself.
“Aiight, we bout to mount up. We sending them fuckers a message, loud and fuckin’ clear. I’m tired of playing hid and seek,” I announced.
Walking out the room without waiting for their response, I got one more trick to play. When I said I’ll be the last muthafucka standing, I meant that shit. Flopping down on the bed, I looked at my Apple watch. I got just enough time to catch a nap before I put my plan in motion. That lil’ fucker talmbout seeing me bleed, nawl, his ass’ll be the one seeing me take his bitch ass sister down, along with them dick suckin’, punk, bastards.
“It’s a new king in the fuckin’ place, they ain’t even ready,” I boasted, while laying back on the bed and closing my eyes.
“We work, plot, and plan, while slaw bitches counting sheep. A lazy mind gets kilt, while a functioning mind pulls the trigger while living to rule the world.” ~Stone~
Stone
‘Speeding down Interstate 285’
You might’ve seen me in the streets, but, nigga, you don’t know me. When you holla, when you speak, remember you don’t know me. Save all that talkin’ and that poppin’, nigga, you don’t know me. Quit tellin’ niggaz ya my partner, nigga, you don’t know me.
Don’t be a groupie; keep it movin’, nigga, you don’t know me. Hey, I ain’t trippin’, cuz the truth is really you don’t know me. If yah gotta call me T.I. then you don’t know me. I think it’s time I made a song for the niggas who don’t know me. I graduated out the streets, I’mma real O.G. I been trappin, shootin’ pistols, since I stood four feet. So, all you niggas actin’ bad, you gon’ have to show me’
‘Incoming call, incoming call.’
“Speak,” I answered.
“That’s really rude as hell, Stone.”
“Neesha?” I questioned.
“Yep, that’s me,” she sassed.
“Aiight, it’s you. What yo ass want?” I spat, smartly.
“Nun uh, watch ya’self, Stone. The bitch boys called Shanny’s phone, hoping to speak to the hoe. I shattered that bitch tho,” she sassed, causing me to shake my head.
“Much respect. I’m bout to turn in the hospital. Go get that from Smooth, since y’all hitting Gramps before my ass. Tell Lil’ D to be ready to square up, threatening me and shit,” I answered.
“We got that. Don’t do my baby. I’ll help Lil’ D beat yo ass,” she taunted, causing Banks’ silly ass to holler.
“I ain’t scurred of that lil’ nigga. He better get up off my Stallion. He told me I could play wit’er, now he going back on his word. That ain’t real nigga shit. He being a damn Indian giver,” I joked, causing her to laugh.
“Yeah, aiight, see you in a few,” she laughed out, hanging up.
My music clicked back on just in time. Pulling into the nearest park, I parked, turning my truck off without hesitation. Without breaking my stride, entering the hospital until I reached the elevator.
DING.
Stepping on the elevator, I held a groan in, it was full of nurses. Beady eyed bitches got they eyes on me and shit. Today ain’t the got damn day. They say the wrong thing and end up choked the fuck out.
DING.
For some reason, it seemed like the damn doors are opening slowly.
“Finally, fuck,” I
grumbled, stepping off, but not without hearing,
“He’s fine and all, but something ain’t right wit that nigga. Y’all seen his eyes?”
“Shit, at least on of’em is semi smart,” I mumbled, making my way down the hall.
“Um, excuse me, Mister, you can’t go back there.”
A lil’ weak voice called out. Ignoring her dumb ass. She must be new.
“Sir, I said you can’t go back there. Do I need to call security?” She semi yelled.
Stopping, I turned, pinning her questionable looking ass with a damn death glare, that caused her ass to take a step back. Hitting her ass with a smirk that promised some unnatural shit to be done to her ass, I turned on my heels, after relaying that message. Hitting the second hall where my Stallion was at. I heard,
“I’ve told you before, you can not arrest a comatose patient. I don’t care what she is accused of doing. She can’t dispute it. What you are trying to do is harming her. You can kill her or her baby, possibly both. I really don’t believe you want to have to answer to her husband.”
Stallions’ doctor spoke strongly.
“Doctor, I understand what you are trying to say. Regardless, that has no merits on how we do our jobs. Please move before you are arrested for obstruction of justice. It doesn’t matter who her husband is, the law is the law,” a big, beefy police officer, stated, trying to enter Preshus’ room.
“Oh, it matters. I bet yo life, it matters,” I growled out, making my presence known.
Everyone turned, eyeing me. Relief flooded Mama Godwin’s and the doctor’s faces, while the officers frowned up.
“And who are you?” The big, burly one, asked.
“Some call me the undertaker. But to you, I’m the man that will fuck yo whole life up if my heart and lil’ solider dies, because of y’all’s bullshit. The fuck is the charge? Where’s yo proof?” I snapped.
Bastard questioning me like he got that damn right.
They flinched, but recovered.
“Mr.-” big boy started.
“Stone,” I spat.
“St, St, Stone, you’re SSStone,” the other officer whispered, receiving a funny look from his partner.
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