G Shyt

by Willie Slaughter

  The youngster looked at the hundred dollar bill. “Brandon Scott.”

  “Thank you, youngster. You can be on your way,” Mark said before handing him the bill.

  Without responding, the baggage boy walked off with a little pep in his step. Lil Will had to chuckle.

  “Checkmate, my guy. Let’s get to this money.”

  They jumped in the ride.

  “Where to?” Mark asked Lil Will.

  Lil Will looked at the time on his Rolex. It was 12:45 p.m. “Fam, let’s just chill at the club, get the necessary people on line, make sure business is business, and fuck something.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Mark replied, putting the car in gear and pulling off from the airport.

  ***

  The Slaughter Boyz crew had met up on Corn Street. Every brother had their personal gunman. Mike and Henry had pounded each other up and embraced, which made everyone else feel a lot more comfortable. Nobody wanted to be a victim of a stray bullet meant for either one of them.

  Dink took the floor with a sense of pride. He had come to his own conclusion about his undercover takeover, but today wouldn’t be the day to tell it. Instead, he smiled and did exactly what his brother had told him to do. He played his part.

  “What’s good, family?” Dink said, smiling from ear to ear. “If you wondering why I called this meeting, just know ain’t shit gone wrong. Lil Will just gave me the keys to the city. He asked me to oversee the business from Georgia to Florida, so from here on out, y’all niggas will be checking in with me. Is that understood?”

  Nobody said anything. He took it as a sign of good faith.

  “A’ight. We gonna keep this shit G. Y’all know my motto. All that extra shit, talking ‘bout ya short and the rest, I ain’t with it. Loyalty begets loyalty with me. Disloyalty begets death. Other than that, y’all niggas have a great day,” Dink stated, not looking for a response.

  As they were getting ready to leave, the sound of automatics pierced the air. Everybody dropped to the floor as the slugs shattered windows and struck the walls. Mike and Henry looked at each other and nodded. They crawled on the floor over to the side door.

  Mike cracked the door open and peeped outside. In his view were two gunmen with dreadlocks.

  Henry, a little anxious, said. “What’s up? Who you see?”

  “Gotta be them Miami niggas,” Mike replied, checking his clip. “I got two of ‘em in sight.”

  Henry cocked his twin nine millimeters. “Let’s clap back, my nigga.”

  Mike eased the door open so both of them could have a clear line of fire. The gunmen didn’t see it coming. They opened fire, filling them with hot lead. Seeing their two partners down, the others hopped back in their ride and sped off.

  Teddy walked over to where Mike and Henry stood right outside of the door. “So, who are they?” Teddy asked Mike and Henry.

  “Florida niggas,” answered Henry. “I say we don’t give ‘em a chance to breathe.”

  Mike nodded in agreement. “I’m down with ya on that, Henry.”

  Teddy looked from one killer to the other. “My niggas, it’s good to have y’all fools working together. As far as I’m concerned, y’all do what ya do. We’ll get this shit cleaned up in no time,” Teddy said, smiling.

  Henry and Mike made a few calls before they jumped in Mike’s ride and left. Teddy strolled back inside with a smile plastered on his face that irritated Dink.

  “Bruh, what the fuck is going on? This ain’t the time for the joker shit!” Dink yelled.

  “Since you asked so damn rudely,” Teddy said sarcastically, “it’s two dead niggas out front that gotta get ghost. On top of that, they’re Florida niggas.”

  “That ain’t shit to smile about,” Dink shot back.

  Teddy laughed while shaking his head. “Oh hell nah! I’m smiling ‘cause them niggas Henry and Mike working together. What day is it, Bee?”

  Bee looked at his brother questioningly. “It’s Tuesday, fam. Why?”

  “Fuck that shit. I’m declaring it a national holiday,” Teddy stated. “Besides, everybody needs to get the fuck out of here ‘til this shit in the yard gets cleaned up.”

  Everybody hesitated. Teddy was getting frustrated. “Ain’t nobody else busting off! Back to work!”

  They walked out clutching, being on the safe side. Dink, Teddy, and Bee waited for everyone else to leave before calling a cleanup crew. They sat with two blunts in rotation until they showed.

  ***

  Vince and Sopia were having a ball. He’d taken her on a tour of Atlanta she’d never forget. Now, they chilled at his bachelor’s pad, drinking Absolut and cranberry while snacking on party mix chips.

  “Shawty, you good company. A nigga can fuck with ya,” Vince commented.

  Sopia laughed girlishly. “You good, Vince.”

  “Am I?” he asked.

  Vince got up, walked around the table, and stood behind her. As he grabbed the cup out of her hand and set it on the dining table, he placed kisses along the back of her neck, causing her to let out a moan mixed with a sigh.

  “Yeah, you good,” Sopia said while relaxing beneath his touch.

  She got up out of the chair and faced him. When their eyes met, their lips weren’t far behind. They kissed while he undressed her on the spot. Once she was fully naked, he stepped back and looked at her as if to take a picture, which caused her to giggle.

  “What?” she said, sounding seductive.

  “Shawty, I’m just admiring perfection. So much shit running through a nigga’s mind, shawty, I don’t know what I really want to do to ya,” was his reply.

  Sopia cocked her head to the side. “Nigga, make it up as you go. Just come get this pussy.”

  And he did. He picked her up and sat her down on top of the dining room table. She leaned back as he kissed down the center of her body while massaging her breasts. When he reached her sex and tasted the sweetness and felt the heat radiating from it, he dove nose deep inside with his tongue.

  Her body trembled from the pleasure he was bringing to her. She locked her legs around his neck and rotated her hips, fucking his face to the rhythm of his tongue playing inside of her. She came again and again, each time more taxing than the one before.

  Feeling his own sex throbbing in need of release, he stood up straight and pulled her to the edge of the table.

  Vince licked his lips while looking at her. “Damn, shawty, you sexy.”

  Sopia leaned back on the kitchen table and spread her legs open. “Bring that dick here, baby. Let me have it.”

  He allowed her to guide him inside of her. She felt so good inside that he had to close his eyes and refocus because, if not, he would’ve cum right then. She started grinding, pulling him deeper inside. He grabbed her by the back of her thighs and held her legs spread eagle and started long dicking her hard and fast.

  Her fuck face was so amazing to him. Watching her tits bounce and listening to her whimper and moan uncontrollably motivated him to pound harder and faster. It wasn’t long before he released, filling her up inside as she released her pleasure all around him. Breathing hard, he kissed and sucked on her hard nipples until his sex went soft inside of her.

  Sopia held him inside of her until she grinded out another release. “Mmm, baby,” she said as she came.

  They sat naked at the kitchen table, enjoying each other’s company. Vince had grabbed a dub of loud and twisted up two blunts. They smoked and kicked it like partners.

  ***

  “No, Agent Wright. You’ll be flying out tonight. Your flight has already been arranged. Just show up at the airport.” He hung up before she could reply.

  Agent Wright nodded to her partner.

  “I’m going to see Demetri. If I’m not back in two days, kill him.”

  The blindfolded man didn’t flinch or move at the orders left concerning his life. He was still unconscious from the chloroform that was on the cloth they gagged him with.

  Chapter Two


  Tomorrow came, and Lil Will was anticipating the call from her. All he’d done was set up more business meetings to close deals over phone instead of having to fly back down south. His right hand man Mark had text him, informing him that all shipments was on the way to their destinations. Business was on the up.

  His phone vibrated, and without looking at the caller ID, he answered. “Hello?”

  “Oh, hi. Is this Mr. Willie James I’m speaking with?” the female caller said.

  “Yes,” he replied. “Who’s calling?”

  “I’m Rachel Jennings,” she answered, “a realtor calling on behalf of the building you were interesting in purchasing.”

  She had his attention. Lil Will sat up in the seat. “Is it a go?”

  “Yes sir, it’s a go,” Rachel replied. “I’ll be needing some information from you soon, like who will be on the lease. Just simple info that can be handled over phone if you’re not able to be here physically.”

  “Thank you. Because I’m a long way from Georgia. Just text me your questions, and I’ll inbox you the info needed,” said Lil Will.

  “Okay. Have a great day, Mr. James,” the realtor said and then hung up.

  He was so excited after the phone call that he rolled a fat blunt of kush and smoked alone. After the bud had kicked in, she called.

  “Hey. I just texted you the info needed to send my first class ticket to. I’ll see you when I get there,” said Machumu.

  Without giving him time to say anything, she disconnected lines. It didn’t bother him. He was happy she had decided to come. Now, he was wondering what he should do to surprise her when she got there.

  ***

  The Good Life City had turned into a warzone. The crew Ju-Ju and Tee had to set up shop teamed up with the Florida Boys, and they were on a takeover mission. They’d hit up two C.M.E. territories and a few blocks where the Front Street Boys trapped. More blood was being spilled than money being made.

  Bee was out of town with his girl and Teddy was collecting some overdue dues out of the streets. Dink, on the other hand, was all business. He pulled up at a secluded area. There was only one other car there besides his, and it belonged to the man with dreadlocks propped against the driver’s door smoking a Black and Mild.

  “What up, my nigga?” Dink said.

  His contact maintained a nonchalant attitude. “Dawg, ain’t no love between us. Let’s get this shit done, so we can leave the fake kicking it to the birds.”

  Dink laughed. “That’s why I fuck with ya, nigga. Everything everything?”

  The guy popped the trunk, pulled out two duffle bags, and tossed them on the ground between them.

  “It’s all there. All hundred and fifty G’s and five bricks uncut. Now, where’s my info?”

  “Sending it to ya now, my nigga,” he replied, pulling out his phone.

  Dink texted the information to the guy’s phone, which vibrated, letting him know he had an incoming message. He opened it. After reading it, he deleted it.

  “A’ight, dawg. I’ll get up with ya when it’s over,” the contact said. The guy hopped in his Chevy Caprice and pulled off.

  Dink picked up the bags and tossed them in the trunk. He drove off, headed for his number one trap house. So far, his plan seemed foolproof.

  ***

  Sabrina and Sopia were back in Albany. Sopia dropped Sabrina off at her apartment. They’d made plans to visit Kerria again in the near future. To Sabrina, it was like a breath of fresh air to see and hear her friend so ready to get somewhere.

  It had been months since she’d actually stayed a full night at her apartment. Since Henry was back up to speed, she didn’t see a need to be his personal maid, because that’s what she was beginning to feel like after his partner T moved in. And since nobody seemed to be after them anymore, she saw no reason to be subjected to his treatment.

  She was so into putting up her new gear, she didn’t pay attention to the safe that was sitting in the corner next to the television. She walked right past it without giving it a glance. Straight to the shower she went. In the shower, her thoughts went to the affection she hadn’t been getting.

  The steaming water was working miracles on her tensed body, but did nothing for the craving between her thighs. Without hesitation, she started rubbing her clitoris softly and slowly. The feeling it brought caused her to moan. She continued to finger herself, and while doing so, she massaged her breasts and tongued her nipples until they jutted out like missiles.

  As she felt herself coming closer to a release, she plunged deep inside with two fingers slow stroking. She leaned back against the shower, allowing the water to run all over her body. Propping her left leg up on the side of the tub, she went deeper inside and stroked faster. On the edge, she rubbed her clitoris softly and fast in a circular motion until release.

  “Mmm... So much for needing a nigga for a good nut,” she said to herself.

  She finish showering and decided to take a nap before having to go to work.

  ***

  Sopia pulled up at her spot, and before she hopped out of her car, drama was staring her in the face. With the heat in the streets, hood wars had become the thing. Niggas and bitches alike were out to rep where they were from. Just so happened everyone knew she was a Slaughter Boyz groupie, and the shit seemed to have come to haunt her.

  Some C.M.E. girls were standing outside of her apartment building dressed to kick ass or get their asses kicked. Either way, they were there for a fight.

  One of the main chicks doing all the talking walked up on her, twisting her fingers up in her face. “C.M.E. bitch! What?”

  Sopia cracked her knuckles. “Bitch, take yo’ dumb ass back to C.M.E. befo’ you get ya ass handed to you!”

  “Bitch!” the girl yelled.

  The girl swung wildly at her. Sopia ducked, while at the same time, she came up out of the heels. When she stood up and weaved, she swung, catching the girl in the face with the heels. Blood flowed immediately. The rest of the girl’s home girls tried to jump her, but Sopia’s home girls piped up on them.

  It was over. They had come for a fight, and they’d gotten one. Badly beaten, they jumped in their Honda and tore it down.

  “South Side, bitch!” Sopia screamed. “Don’t bring yo’ ass back! Punk bitch!”

  Everybody went back to doing whatever they were doing like nothing happened. Sopia grabbed her shopping bags and went into her apartment. She set the bags on the couch, headed straight for her stash, and rolled a blunt. Her adrenaline was pumping, and she needed to relax.

  After smoking half of the blunt of Red Hair Cess, she picked up her phone and texted Vince.

  ***

  John and Charles met Agent Dunlap at the seized chop shop. It hadn’t been operating for over a year, so it was the perfect place to meet in secrecy. They stepped inside of the office, smiling upon seeing the blindfolded man sitting cuffed to the chair. Charles handed the agent a briefcase.

  “As promised, seventy five thousand,” he said.

  “Keep your money,” Agent Dunlap stated.

  They looked at the agent, confused as to what his angle was.

  Agent Dunlap sighed. He really didn’t like having to explain himself, but he realized he had to. “Me and my partner are on your side in this. A street thug has no business running this business. It’s bound to get messy, and some messes can’t be cleaned up so easily without showing our hand.”

  John nodded in agreement. “We agree with you a hundred percent. It’s already messy, my friend. Contacts down south tell us there’s problems there as we speak. More blood being spilled than money being made.”

  “So, what are you suggesting we do about it?” asked the agent.

  “Nothing,” interjected Charles. “Let their local authorities knock their illiterate asses off. Even if our agencies have to be called in, we send the straight arrows to handle it. Our hands are washed clean of the bullshit.”

  “What about Lil Will?” Dunlap asked.

>   Charles smiled. “His ass ain’t exempt. Any flake, let ‘em have him. The game isn’t for spot lighters. And he’s too flashy, so he’ll make the right mistakes that’ll have his ass up the creek without a paddle.”

  “And what do you expect my brother’s going to do when he finds out who you are?” Thaddeus had regained consciousness and overheard everything.

  The agent punched him in the jaw. “Shut the fuck up, schmuck!”

  “Death isn’t a mystery to me. Matter of fact, killing me might prolong your lives a little longer,” Thaddeus replied arrogantly.

  John knelt down next to Thaddeus. “Thaddeus, why would we do such a thing? Demetri will comply. All we want is for him to take his stamp off Lil Will. After that, you’re free to go back to living the rest of your life.”

  ***

  Agent Wright entered Demetri’s study and stood until she was asked to be seated. She sat down with the most concerned expression splayed on her face. “What can I do for you, Mr. Demetri?”

  Demetri sighed. “My brother has seemed to have come into a bit of misfortune. It seems he’s been kidnapped.”

  Agent Wright sat straight up in the chair, looking surprised. “What? Are you sure?!”

  Demetri beckoned with his hands. “Calm down, Agent. Hotheads don’t come to a real solution to a problem. Yes, I’m very sure. The kidnappers called me from his personal line.”

  “Well, what is it they want? Ransom money? Drugs?” she asked, sounding concerned.

  Demetri scratched his head. “That’s the puzzling part. No, I don’t think they want either. I don’t think they’ll kill my brother either, because it would be useless. They wouldn’t get anything then.”

  Agent Wright nodded. “I see. What is it you propose we do, Mr. Demetri? You know my agency is at your disposal.”

  Demetri picked up his phone and hit his brother’s line on speed dial. While it still rang, he put it on speakerphone and sat it on the table between them. The kidnapper answered.