Tre raised his glass and spoke: “This is to my nigga Pistol for showing love to me and my city. To success and the good life!”
They raised their glasses at the same time while Raven looked on at her man. She wanted him sexually as always.
“To a good night, papi!” she said, pouring back her apple martini and then kissing his lips.
She allowed him to savor the flavor of the apple martini on her lips and tongue as they continued kissing with passion. She was so turned on that she would have let him take her right here if they were alone in the suite.
“I can’t wait until we get home, papi,” she said, giving him a look of seduction.
“I see you got a hot one there, Tre,” Pistol said, seeing how Raven was being sexual toward him.
“Yeah, she likes to fuck.”
“Only you, papi! Mi amor es solo para ti,” Raven said while sipping her drink.
“On that note, my nigga, I’m going down to the dance floor,” Pistol said, taking Diamond’s hand and heading to the floor.
They mingled into the crowd and found their space, where they danced song after song. While breaking a light sweat, they also felt a buzz from the drinks they knocked back. Tre was still in the suite looking down at Pistol dancing with his cousin, Diamond. Pistol turned and saw him, so he raised his glass feeling the getting-money shit. Just then, a nigga bumped into him on the dance floor and then turned around as if Pistol had bumped into him.
“Yo, nigga, watch yo’self! You see me out here on the floor doing my thing!” the nigga said, eyeing Pistol up and down like he really wanted beef.
He had no idea that Pistol was strapped and would leave him on the dance floor. Diamond saw the murderous fire in her man’s eyes, so she tugged on his arm to get his attention.
“Come on, baby, let’s finish dancing. Don’t pay this fool any mind. We didn’t come here for that tonight,” Diamond said, trying to calm him down.
He turned and looked into her eyes and then calmed down after seeing the fear in her eyes. They continued dancing for a few more songs; however, Pistol was watching his back in case the nigga really wanted beef with him and tried some lame-ass shit.
“I’m done dancing for now, baby. I’m going back to the suite to get a drink and some food,” Diamond said. “You good out here by yourself?”
“I’m good, Diamond. I want to see more of the club. I’ll be up,” he said before kissing her glossy lips, which tasted like Peach Cîroc and vanilla lip gloss.
She headed back to the suite and left him to roam the club. He checked out all of the ballas and saw some potential clientele for himself or through Tre. Either way, he was always thinking about making money.
As Pistol was walking through the club, he saw many women and ballas. He then came across a sexy, caramel-brown-skinned sista who stood five foot two and weighed 125 pounds of thickness in her thighs and ass. She had a flat stomach she had exposed with the short shirt that showed off her diamond belly ring. She wore Gucci blue jeans and a tight white Gucci T-shirt with the logo and imprint. She had a short haircut that was close on the sides and curly on the top, which made her look even more exotic and model-like. She was a true Miami diva/go-getta. She noticed his eyes locked onto her.
“What’s up, daddy? You looking real cute and fly. I know you’re not from around here. Your whole swag is different.”
“You right, shawty,” Pistol said, looking around. “What’s yo name?”
“They call me Hazel because of my green eyes that change a little depending on my mood,” she said, flirting with him and giving him the “you fine” look.
“I ain’t gonna lie, shawty. You is fine, but I got a lot going on right now. But you best believe if I didn’t, you would have all my time and attention,” he said, getting a smile from her as she received his compliment and rejection at the same time.
She still wanted to give him her number just in case he became freed up from whatever he had going on.
“Yo, nigga, first you bump into me on the dance floor and now you trying to holla at my baby momma!”
“Chris! We are not together anymore, so who I talk to is my business!” Hazel snapped after feeling disrespected by him.
“Oh, so you want to fuck with this out-of-town nigga, huh?” he said, eyeing Pistol before walking away pissed off.
“Aye, shawty, you fine, but you need to put yo’ baby daddy in check.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t worry about him. I still want you to have my number if you feel like calling me,” she said after giving him the number. He programmed it in, and then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and added, “I’ll make it worth your while, whenever you decide to call.”
Pistol was now intrigued and almost forgot about Diamond. He was captivated by Hazel’s hazel eyes and also caught up by her natural beauty.
“I gotta go, shawty, but I might holla at ya sometime,” he told her with a smile while walking away.
He then shifted to the more serious side of things as he made his way back up to the suite and over to Tre, who was still overlooking the dance floor.
“Yo, that nigga that bumped into you on the floor wants beef?” Tre asked.
“I don’t think he wants that type of problem, ya feel me?”
“These niggas is different down here in Miami. Don’t lose focus or get caught up in the web, because that shit will backfire on you,” he said, now referring to him speaking with Hazel.
“If Diamond would have seen this, she would have been pissed and probably beaten Hazel’s ass. You see, I only fuck with Raven, because she’s about me, and we going to ride this thing out until the wheels fall off.”
Raven walked up on the two of them in mid-conversation.
“Papi, you talking about me?”
They looked at each other, and he noticed how her womanly instincts told her that this man she loved with her all heart was having words about her.
“Good things, mami! Only good things.”
“You better not be talking bad things about me as much as I love you and ride for you,” she said, caressing his back with one hand and holding a drink in the other.
“He’s talking about how you make him a happy man, and he doesn’t need anyone else because you’re more than enough,” Pistol said, helping Tre secure her all the way.
“Awww, papi! You really said that?” she said before leaning in to kiss him. “I love you, too, and you’re all I need to make me and my body feel good,” she added while nibbling on his ear.
He smiled from feeling her affection.
The night continued on until closing when the entire front of the club and parking lot looked like an after-party with all of the food vendor trucks and music blaring from multiple cars. As they exited the club and approached their whips, the nigga Chris came out of nowhere drunk and shouting.
“Yo, nigga, you think you the shit, huh!”
The entire crew turned fast toward the shouting voice of the drunk-ass nigga. Pistol recognized the voice from inside the club. At the same time, each of them turned around to see who the fuck it was that they were taking out their weapons ready to roll on. Right then, gunfire erupted, which sent slugs through the air. Diamond caught a slug that slammed into her small frame, thrusting her back as the slug hit above her breast.
“Aaggggh!” she let out feeling the pain.
Pistol briefly looked at his woman being thrown back and became angered. He fired off multiple shots and gunned down Chris, before he took cover behind the cars, since the two niggas he came with were also strapped and popping back at them.
Raven jumped up from behind the car and unleashed her twin .380s, firing off multiple rounds and dropping the two shooters, killing one and wounding the other. The crowd of people dispersed, obviously fearing being shot. At the same time, they did not want to be witnesses in case guns were turned on them.
“Toma! Toma! I’ll kill all of you puntas for shooting my homegirl!” Raven snapped as she emptied her weapons.
She thought both of the shooters were dead as she stood over top of them and turned to speak to Tre. “I got these cabrons, papi!”
Raven was so caught up in the moment that she did not see the wounded shooter reach for the gun that got knocked out of his hand when she shot him. He was only inches away as he reached out to grab his gun and shoot her. He got ahold of the gun, but at the same time, Tre saw his movement. He charged in Raven’s direction and yelled out, “Raven! Watch out!” He squeezed the trigger on his 9mm and sent five slugs through the air, just in time to bring a halt to the nigga’s movement.
Two of the five slugs found their target and sucked the life from his flesh, forcing him to drop the gun. Raven turned around and realized that she had almost been killed. She then took hold of Tre’s gun and fired off a few more rounds into the nigga’s body out of anger.
“Yo, let’s go! Them boys is coming!” Trigger yelled out while jumping into his Lexus and taking off.
Pistol put Diamond in his truck before following Tre and Raven to the hospital to get his girl some medical attention.
CHAPTER 4
BACK IN HARRISBURG, at 11:01 the next morning, Agent Miles sat at the dining room table in his home. He was loading his standard-issued 9mm with hollow-point rounds in between downing shots of tequila. He was in a state of ignominy as if he had let down his family and co-workers. His family still had not been returned to him. The pain he was feeling was unbearable, in that he was unable to have what he loved the most: his family and job. He kissed the photo he had of his wife and daughter in between shots. He was getting drunker and drunker, after he had already downed half of the fifth that was sitting in front of him. He held the picture of his wife in his hand while tears filled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Deborah, but I can’t go on without you and my baby girl.”
He placed the photo on the table in front of him. He took another shot of tequila before picking up the 9mm, chambering a round, and placing it to his temple. He then closed his eyes as if to embrace what was to come.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” his daughter asked while standing at the edge of the dining room with her mother, who became speechless upon seeing her husband holding a gun to his head.
Agent Miles opened his eyes and wiped them clear as he turned toward the voice of his daughter and saw her looking at him with innocent eyes. His wife with also now crying; however, at the same time, she was glad that she was able to make it home in time before he had killed himself. He stood up and rushed over to embrace his wife and daughter.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from those people.”
“It’s not your fault, honey. You did what you could.”
“They forced me to retire because of the investigation I was leading to expose them.”
“It’s okay, Jason. We can move somewhere far away and figure this all out. I don’t want our daughter to have to go through this again,” she said before pausing and looking over at the gun on the table, realizing how close she was to losing her husband. “Baby put that gun away, please.”
He turned to put the gun away, just as the doorbell rang followed by a knock on the front door.
“I’ll get it, Jason,” she said, wanting him to put the gun away.
“No, I’ll get it; because if it’s someone here to hurt me, I don’t want them getting to you or Kayla,” he said, grabbing the gun from the table and making his way to the front door.
He was feeling a little tipsy from all the tequila he’d had to drink. As soon as he opened the door, he sobered up as much as possible when he saw that it was director Mike Davenport with close to a dozen Federal agents with him for support.
“Agent Miles, are you okay? Did you get your family back?”
“Yes, sir! They just came in, which makes me okay, too,” Mike said as he walked back inside and over to Deborah.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry all of this took place. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” the director said, handing her an envelope. “This is a letter from my superiors that is unaddressed with no signature. But just know that I speak on their behalf of the people that are behind your husband and myself. We are truly apologetic.”
After he was done speaking, he shook her hand and then turned to Jason and embraced him to get close and whisper, “Your house is wired for sound, and they’re watching you. Read the letter that I gave your wife for further instructions.”
When Agent Miles heard this, his heart started racing, which sobered him up in seconds. He wanted to be alert for his family.
“I think I’ll be going now. Take care of yourself, Agent Miles. It was nice having you at the bureau.”
As soon as they left, Agent Miles took his wife and daughter upstairs. Once they reached the top of the steps, he whispered and made her aware of the audio and video from the same people that had taken her and his daughter. He started reading the letter that was not an apology; instead, it was intel on everything they had been searching for. He finished reading the letter and tucked it into his pocket. He knew that he would have to keep it close to him at all times. He was back in play; however, the people watching him could not know this. So he would approach everything discreetly, thinking ahead of those listening and watching his every move.
CHAPTER 5
DOWN IN MIAMI, Tommy Guns was just waking up in his hotel suite. After he got himself together, he headed out to his whip, certainly appreciating the Miami winter with the sun being out. He drove over to the projects where he once laid his head with Kiss, the exotic dancer, and over to Tre’s crib.
When he pulled up to the projects, all of the young bucks hustling thought he was a fiend in the car he was driving, plus they did not know who he was. He parked the car and got out as the young hustlas ran up to him.
“What you need? We got nicks, dimes, twenties. Whatever you got money fo’, we got ya!”
Tommy started laughing at the young niggas not recognizing who the fuck they were talking to.
“I’m good, little niggas. That’s not my thing.”
Tommy was looking like new money with his clothes, but they didn’t match his down-low car that he was driving. All his clothes were new, but he didn’t wear any diamonds because he did not want to attract any attention.
He made his way over to Tre’s old crib; however, he was unaware that he no longer lived there. As he stood there knocking on the door, the young niggas in the hood wondered why he was at the stash spot, so they called up Tre.
“Yo, Tre, this nigga’s knocking on the stash house door.”
“Everybody in the hood knows what it’s hittin fo’, so this nigga must not be from around here,” Tre said.
“I’m a few blocks away, so make sure he don’t go anywhere.”
“Alright, my nigga!”
Tommy knocked one more time as he was looking around, wondering if he would see Tre in the hood trapping, but he wasn’t around.
“Who you looking for, folk?”
Tommy Guns turned around and saw that there were a few young bucks coming his way as if they were ready to get at him.
“I’m looking for my little homie.”
“Nobody lives there anymore.”
“Good looking, little nigga,” he said while walking back to his car.
As he rushed the door of his car, one of the young bucks yelled out, “You look like 5-0!”
He viewed this as disrespect. He wanted to turn around and slap the shit out of the young buck.
“Little niggas, if you knew who the fuck you were talking to, you would show me a lot more respect!”
“Fuck you, nigga! You come into this hood again, we going to lay you out!”
Tommy had his hand on the door handle and was reaching for his .45 Desert Eagle, when a voice came from behind him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Just get in the car and leave while you still can.”
Tommy was pissed and gritted his teeth. He wondered who the fuck was telling him to keep moving. When he turned aro
und, he saw a gun pointed back at him. It was his little homie, Tre.
“Lower that gun, nigga! You don’t recognize who you’re pointing it at?”
Tre looked shocked for a brief moment.
“Oh shit, this nigga done faked his death. Tommy Guns, my muthafucking old head,” Tre said as he got out of his car.
“Yeah, nigga, it’s me!”
“How the fuck you pull this shit off? You on some Machiavelli shit?” he said as he stepped up to embrace Tommy Guns. Then he looked at his whip. “Oh, you staying real low up in that joint.”
“Yo, I heard the homies Little D and Geez got hit up.”
“That nigga Tony the Ghost had his team do that shit. They came for me, but you know we stay ready in this hood,” Tre said, hyped to see his old head. “Plus, the fiends had a field day taking them bodies out of the hood.”
“You a real nigga, Tre. I see them tags you rocking.”
“Papi, show him the tattoo,” Raven said from the front seat.
Tommy was impressed by his loyalty, even after he thought he was dead.
“I really fucks with you, little nigga. You as real as it gets, next to me, of course,” he said.
Tre embraced it all, knowing it was coming from the real OG. The young niggas in the hood now realized who it was they were talking to, so they came up and apologized.
“Yo, my bad, OG. We didn’t know that it was you. You know we just holding it down for the homie, Tre.”
“Y’all good,” Tommy Guns said after checking out how Tre had grown in age and business. “I see you grabbed the big boy BMW, too. It’s a good look for you.”
“Wait ‘til you see the crib I got for me and my mom!”
“A new spot, huh?”
“Yeah, I dropped $250,000 on that spot, so me and mom can live right.”
“You deserve it. Tell ya mom I asked about her. I know she’ll trip off of me being around.”
“Did you tell Ra Ra about you being alive?”
“I will, but not over the line, feel me?” he said before he pulled Tre to the side to make him aware of what was going on. “Yo, the nigga who faked my death is down with some powerful muthafuckas on some heavy in-the-game shit. They got some serious connections, especially doing what they did to keep me around.”
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