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Chapter 11

Loretta sat in the back room of D’s spot for what seemed like days waiting on him to return. She had already heard about the night’s before situation and was eagerly awaiting her cut from the robbery that she masterminded.

“I wish this nikka would hurry the fukk up”

Finally she heard the back door open and D, Gotti and another of their crew entered the living room. She immediately came out and spoke to D “So what’s up?”

“I got you” he replied and tossed her an envelope. She quickly opened it and looked at the contents. It contained about 250 in cash and a 16th in crack cocaine. She gave a frown and spoke in a loud tone.

“What the fukk is this shyt!”

“What you talking about?” D replied.

“This is not what the agreement was and I don’t want no damn dope! I can buy my own shyt! And why the fukk you do that to Mary? That was fukked up”

D gave her a cold stare then replied. “bytch spoke out of turn. She wasn’t supposed to say anything. She fukked up. And you got what you got because it wasn’t as much in there as you claimed it was. Damn near was a waste of our time. And you going to cop some work anyway so you might as well take some”

Loretta’s eyes got big and she countered “nikka it’s worth it just for the fact your competition, who was getting way more business than you, is out of business. And I know what kind of money should have there and the guns. I’m not a stupid bytch! And since you left my girl there then I get her portion too and this dope will be on the house!”

D gave her an incredulous look then realized he was not going to win an argument with the head strong and deadly woman.

“Ok Loretta. You got it. Dope is on the house. You might as well stick around this way until the heat dies down. Keep the back room. You still need to make some appearances in the streets or it wouldn’t look normal.” Loretta nodded in agreement. D knew if he kept her around she would go through the money she and whatever she felt was owed. D laughed to himself.

 

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Chapter 12

Cal maneuvered the truck down 7 Mile as both friends sat quietly. Cal broke the silence.

“What’s next Cuz?”

“Might as well take me back to my crib dog. Time to turn my phone on and face the music. I’m about to call my cousin and let him know the deal so we can get that ball moving.”

“Sounds like a plan”

Both men were silent the rest of the trip to Mark’s house. Upon arriving they exchanged pounds and Mark got out and entered the residence. Once he was inside he gave a heavy sigh then reached down and turned on his cell phone. Almost instantly he received notifications that he had new voice and text messages. He decided to hold off on checking any of them for the moment and call his cousin and main connect Pierre. He dialed his cousin’s number.

“Hello” Pierre answered

“What’s up Cuz”

You, my nikka. I been calling you. My sources told me about that business on the Gate. You alright?”

“Yeah I’m straight but the business not”

“So what you doing about that? You need me to step in?”

“I was hoping to speak to you about that. You got a minute?”

“I always got time for you Cuz. I’m actually in route to check out this crib on Cherrylawn. Why don’t you meet me over there. Nice and out the way of eyes.”

“Sounds good. Text me the address and I’m on my way” Upon receiving the text Mark shut his phone back off and pulled his Dodge Charger SS out his modest garage and headed west towards the meeting spot.

Pierre was already at the location when Mark arrived. Pierre was an athletic built, black male in his mid 30’s. He was dressed in an upscale polo shirt matching sweats and polo boat shoes. Pierre looked more like an ex college frat boy, which he was, than a drug wholesaler with connections all over the city and further, which he also was. Pierre was also a successful real estate broker within the city and owned numerous properties. The location they were at now which was a huge brownstone with a 3 car garage and finished deck was the latest he was looking to add to his collection. When he saw his younger first cousin approach he immediately gave a huge smile and ran up to greet him.

“What up Doe Lil Cuz”

“You got the best hand Cuz”

“Ok let’s step in for a minute and discuss some things”

“Bet”

Once they were in the home they got down to business. Mark broke down all that he knew about the robbery down to the smallest details. Once he was complete Pierre stood silently for several minutes with his chin in his palm. He finally spoke.

“So is your girl’s brother ok?”

“Last I know he was out of surgery but in an induced coma. I haven’t hit her up yet as I have been gathering information”

“Well I’m about to call my folks. They plugged at the hospital. I can get us an update. You need to call her as soon as we finished.”

“Bet.”

“Ok. So everyone over there knew that spot was yours and the work was ours. Doesn’t appear to be the work of some sloppy ass fiends or some shyt. I have seen the reports already”

Mark looked at his cousin with amazement but wasn’t surprised actually. Pierre continued.

“This looks like some personal shyt. Jealousy even. nikkas knew there wasn’t no real money being kept in there. They basically wanted you shut down. Damn shame they had to shoot them kids like that though. They knew they were just workers. Let’s make sure and cover all arrangements for the other kid.”

“Bet. What about the white broad?” Mark inquired.

“fukk her. She was in on it”

Mark looked at his cousin in amazement.

“How you know”

“It’s obvious that she was used for the hitters to gain access. Just look at where the bodies were found. She was found near the back door damn near about to leave out. It’s obvious they knew her. Oldest setup in the book. I need your street folks to find out what her number was so I can get some records.”

I’m on it”

“Make sure and let your street eyes know money isn’t a problem here.”

“I already did”

“Cool watch the competition closely. See who benefits from you being shutdown. Then make some noise. See there is no reason this can’t be a gentlemen’s game. It’s enough out here for everybody. Whoever did this doesn’t deserve to eat and I want them shutdown. You have my full resources available at your disposal. I already got Wolf on it.”

Mark eyes lit up at the mention of Wolf. Wolf made Cal look like a choir boy!

“But I still need your team to get your hands dirty on this one.” Pierre continued. “Cats got to know you not for play”

“You right Cuz”

“Ok. Enough about this for now. Go holler at your girl. Lay low for a couple of days and relax. How’s that music thing coming?”

“It’s cool” Mark replied “I got to hit you with some of my new shyt Cuz”

“Cool. Let me know when you get some R&B or Gospel bytches. You know I’m too old for that Hip Hop shyt” Both cousins gave a good laugh, which was needed after the events of late.

“Anyway” Pierre stated. “Let’s get up out of here. Wifey looking for me for sure. I was supposed to take her hungry ass to eat hours ago. Let me call the hospital as we leave. nikka you interested in buying another crib?”

“Not yet Cuz.” Mark replied. They both headed to their respective ride. Mark turned his phone back on and started to listen to his messages.

 

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It's been a minute. Still got make some changes to this book but how about 3 more chapters.
Chapter 13
Mark listened to his messages which included at least 4 from a frantic Tina stating that her brother was in critical condition at Detroit receiving which ironically was where she interned for her degree. Mark already knew the latest on Tim from Pierre’s source. As Mark readied himself to return Tina’s call the phone rang. He looked at the ID and sure enough it was Tina. He took a deep breath and answered. Tina as expected was frantic and speaking 1000 words a second. She shot rapid fire questions.

“Where the fukk you been?”

“Who shot my brother?”

“Why has your phone been off?”

Mark finally got her to calm down enough to reply.

“Sorry Baby but that situation with your brother has had the hood on fire. Before I even knew it happened we had been pulled over and detained for questioning. I just got released. No right now I don’t know much about the house he was at” he continued answering questions.

“Yes I have heard of Onion. No I’m not sure if he was selling drugs. Baby just calm down. I’m on my way to the hospital. See you in a few.” Mark hung up the phone and exhaled a huge breath.

“This is going to be tough” he thought out loud.

When Mark arrived at the hospital he parked his vehicle and immediately headed to the emergency unit. He was greeted by a large nurse whom resembled the girl from the movie precious. Her name tag said Debbie. Mark spoke.

“I need to see Timothy Bryant” Precious replied “Are you immediate family?”

“umm yeah I’m his first cousin.”

“I’m sorry but that’s not immediate.”

Mark was now starting to get pissed. He spat “Look Pre…umm Debbie I really need to find out what’s going on with my folks. I don’t have time for all this extra shyt!”

Precious gave Mark an appalled look with her mouth wide open.

“I’m sorry Sir but I’m going to need you to calm down or I’m going to have to call for security”

Mark was just about ready to nut up when he looked and seen Tina exit from the back. He gave Precious a stern glare and told her to never mind. Tina immediately ran to him and fell into his arms. He could tell she had been crying nonstop. He spoke to her in a soothing manner as he lead her away from the counter. He shot Precious a parting glare as she made sure to return the same. Once he got Tina to a seat he spoke.

“How’s my boy doing?”

“He’s out of surgery. One bullet is still in his chest. They don’t want to remove it just yet because of where it’s at. He’s been through a lot of trauma. His face is really swollen from where he was hit with the gun. They induced the coma to give him some time to heal then later they want to try to remove the bullet again. I don’t know why someone would do this to some kids.”

Mark lowered his eyes at that comment.

“Tim’s a strong lil dude. He will pull through. He would want you to stay strong. I got everybody I know out there trying to find out who did this.”

“Good. My Mother and Grandmother back there with him right now. His Dad should be here soon from Texas.”

“It’s going to be alright sweetheart.” Mark assured her. “Can I get you anything?”

“No I’m good. I probably couldn’t keep anything down right now if I wanted to.”

“Ok” Mark replied. “How about I just sit here with you for awhile.”

“That would be great.” She then sank into his arms and tried to rest.

“It’s going to be a long night.” Mark silently thought.

The night quickly turned into morning. Tim’s Dad had arrived and Tim’s condition had remained stable. Mark felt out of place as more family members continued to arrive and ask questions. When he got a chance he pulled Tina to the side and informed her that he needed to go home and take care of some business and see if anyone had heard anything. She told him she loved him. He told her the same. He quickly gathered his things and headed for the parking garage. He rode home without uttering a word and kept his phone off. Rick Ross Maybach Music played through the speakers as he pulled into the driveway. This had been what seemed like the longest 24 hours in his life. He immediately collapsed into his bed and fell into a deep sleep. He didn’t know how long he slept but he awoke in a cold sweat from a nightmare he could vaguely remember. He realized that this wasn’t going to work so he got up, went to his kitchen, made himself a sandwich and grabbed a beer. He sat down at his small table which normally at this time was his work area. He decided he would roll himself a blunt and listen to some beats. Maybe that would help him take his mind off other things for a moment. When he finished rolling up he mentally patted himself on the back on how perfect a roll it was. He then hit play on Itunes for the playlist of beats he had from KR. He lit the blunt and after a few minutes as he had hoped the music took over his soul. He started freestyling a few bars to various tracks. One track really caught his attention He started thinking of a concept…My Life Like A Movie…yeah that’s about right. He repeated it again and then grabbed his trusty pad and started writing a few bars.

My life like a movie

Working in the studio, while I’m distributing,

Cops asking questions cause my spot just had a shooting,

nikkas out here hating cause my trap steady booming,

“Yeah! This about to be that deal!” He shouted out to no one. He breezed through the writing of the verses like a man possessed. When he was complete he read back over it and he knew he had a hit. He immediately picked up the phone and called KR.

“Hello.” KR answered.

“What up doe my nikka.”

“Oh hell. What’s up my nikka? You alright? You know I’m over here hearing all types of stories!”

“I’m good. Just trying to figure out a couple of thangs.”

“Well you already know anything you need from me.”

“Yeah I already know. Actually I need to get in the studio to take my mind off all this for a minute.”

“Well nikka you already know you got that.”

“Give me a couple hours and I will fall through.”

“Ok cool. Be careful out there fam.”

“Always my nikka. One.” Mark then called Cal.

“What up doe.” Cal answered.

“What’s good my nikka.”

“shyt. Everything good with you?”

“Yeah, about as much as can be expected. Hey you want to roll to the studio with me? I need to release some stress for a few.”

“Yeah I’m down. Somebody got to watch your back my nikka.”

Both friend gave a welcomed laugh.

“Ok, bet. Fall through once you get yourself together and then I can update you on everything.”

“Ok. Bet.”

 

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Chapter 14

Mark chilled for the rest of the afternoon. He spoke with Tina whom informed him that Tim’s condition was basically the same and once she got a chance to leave the hospital that they could hook up. He informed her that they had a couple of street heads that were looking into the situation. As the day turned to night cal called and announced he would be pulling up shortly so that they could head to the studio. Once Cal arrived Mark hopped in the passenger seat, greeted his friend and then brought him up to date on everything including his conversation with Pierre. They briefly stopped by P’s place where he provided them with an update on his end. They left him with a small work sack to keep him motivated and to make a few dollars. They then made their way to KR’s with a short stop by Wessam’s store for some much needed spirits. Upon arrival at KR’s they were let in by his girl Stacy, whose body was looking glorious as ever in a dark halter top and form fitting stretch leggings. Even Cal showed a little emotion when she turned to lead them to the basement. KR was posted in his usual spot in front of the computer smoking a large blunt. He greeted the friends and passed the blunt to Mark who took a deep hit. They briefly spoke about the last few days situations then got down to business.

“So what you trying to work on today Bro?” KR inquired.

“I wrote some new shyt to track 12 from the playlist. It fits around all the bullshyt that’s going on.”

“Ok bet.”

KR loaded the track into his protools workstation, tested his mic and levels then informed Mark that he was ready to get started. Mark entered the closet that had been converted into a sound proof recording booth and proceeded to spit what was probably his most intense, personal and heartfelt track ever! He spit with ferociousness:



My life like a movie

Working in the studio, while I’m distributing,

Cops asking questions cause my spot just had a shooting,

nikkas out here hating cause my trap steady booming

My life style consuming,

Death is steady looming,

So I keep it moving,

In the Chevy with Cal zooming,

While these haters stay fuming,

Saw the youngins I was grooming,

Now they presuming,

That my grind won’t be resuming,

So I stay unassuming,

In KR’s spot spitting hot shyt

Never think I’m crooning,

And still got these bytches swooning,

And yeah my pockets still ballooning

It’s not a movie,

Competition can never move me,

Want to split me like the sea,

Think I’ll flee,

But as long as I’m free,

They’ll see,

Get ready for this murder spree!

After the first verse was complete he took a break and came out the booth and his looked at his 2 friends who both had a look of shock on their face. KR spoke first.

“I say cot damn! Bro that’s some real shyt right there!”

“That shyt hard bro.” Cal added “But you sure you want to word it like that?”

“For today I do.” Mark replied. “If need be I can come back and have KR remove some words.”

“Yup.” KR replied.

Mark took a swig of drink and a hit the blunt then re-entered the booth and laid 2 more equally ferocious verses. When complete he took a seat next to KR who started to mix the track.

“Man that’s probably the best shyt I’ve witnessed you drop so far.”

Mark gave a slight grin. KR continued.

“Hell I don’t want to rush through the mix. I want it to be perfect. You know I got the plug with my folks in ATL. I want this to be one of my showcase tracks. I mean if you comfortable with that?”

“Hell yeah nikka!” Mark enthusiastically replied. They exchanged pounds.

“Well hell I’ll even drink to that!” Cal added. And they all proceeded to pour celebratory shots and rolled another blunt.

 

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Chapter 15

Several days passed without further incident. Onion’s family was passed an anonymous envelope of money that they used to give him a proper burial. Tina spent as much time at the hospital working and by Lil Tim’s side as possible. His health had improved slightly. The police were slowly starting to stop harassing any and everybody as an attempt to find leads. Loretta had been occasionally hitting the streets in an attempt to create a diversion from her involvement in the robbery. She even saw Mark in passing one time and she waved and he didn’t return the pleasantry. “Serves his ass right.” She silently thought. This day was particularly slow as all the police activity had pretty much dried up the trick activity in the neighborhood. Loretta had a few dollars on her but she decided she would head back to D’s spot and get something and chill for a while. Hell he still hadn’t hit her off right so he better not be tripping. Loretta headed up the block in the direction to D’s spot. She stopped briefly at the market on 7 mile and Robinwood to get a new stem, scratch offs, chore boy and a juice. When she arrived at the spot she entered the living room. Gotti and the young worker named Rio were sitting in front of the TV playing NBA2k on the playstation.

“Let me get something.” She said to them.

“You got to talk to D.” Gotti replied.

“Where he at?”

“In the kitchen.”

Loretta retreated to the kitchen where D sat at the table breaking down what appeared to be a quarter ounce of crack rock.

“Let me get something D.”

D looked up at her with a look of disgust and replied.

“How much you working with?”

“What the fukk you mean how much I got?” she snapped back. “nikka you still owe me.”

D quickly cut her off.

“bytch I’m sick and tired of you talking about what somebody owe you!”

Loretta eyes got as big as silver dollars and she started to reply but D cut her off again.

“It’s been 5 damn days and you been smoking all damn day every damn day and you been hitting Rio for raw packs using my name.”

Loretta’s mouth flew open but no words came out. D continued.

“Your business here is about done. You have been more than compensated. It’s over. Now let me ask you again. How much you working with?” D stated coldly.

Loretta gave D a hard stare then slowly replied.

“nikka you know I been stuck up in this bytch. Police been all over this bytch. Tricks not coming back here.”

“bytch that’s not my fault!”

Loretta gave him a defiant look and folded her arms and replied.

“nikka, it’s not?”

D heavily exhaled then slowly stood up.

“You know what. I’m done with this shyt. bytch it’s over. Here take this shyt.” He handed her a small bag then continued. “Now get yo ass up out of here and don’t bring yo ass back until you got some damn money.”

D quickly started walking towards the front. He roughly grabbed Loretta’s arm as he passed her and led her to the front door.

“nikka get your hands off me!” Loretta protested as he opened the screen and forced her out.

“Whatever bytch.” D retorted. “You heard what I said. Think it’s a game.” He then roughly pushed her into the yard as his 2 workers laughed from living room. Tears started to form in Loretta’s eyes and she screamed out.

“It’s ok nikka. You think you funny but you go a day just like everybody else.”

D reached down and picked up a bottle from the yard and hurled it in Loretta’s direction. She maneuvered to avoid it.

“bytch get the fukk on! Yo Rio. Grab my shyt.” He stated.

Loretta collected herself and started heading up the block where after a few steps she noticed a figured watching the commotion from across the street. The person started pushing a cart full of bottles in her direction. Loretta realized it was drunk as P.

“What’s up girl?” P spoke. “You alright?”

“Yeah I’m good. fukk them nikkas.” She stated as she wiped away tears. “You still at that house on Exeter?” she inquired. “I need somewhere to do this hit before I really snap.”

“Yeah girl I got you.” P replied. “Let’s roll out. I got a lil something for you too.”

The pair then hastily started walking up the block in the direction to P’s home.