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“Yo, what the pussy claat a gwaan?”

  “Yo, just got another call from Jerry, they got him and Mike down at DeKalb County.”

  “Damn! You ain’t said that they got these niggas.”

  “Mi never know, until a few minutes ago.”

  “Yeah, fifty thousand dollar bond a piece.”

  “Yo, call the lawyer bwoy pon Ponce De Leon and get him to bond dem out. And yo, bless them with some paper, hit the lawyer off and cut all ties wit’ them niggas. Sump’n ain’t pussy claat right. We got a rat up in the camp yo. Mi nuh trust none a dem bwoy ya.”

  “Is the same ting I was tinkin’. Shit hot right now, but outta nowhere. I mean, in order fi di police dem know the stash house, a nigga got to tell them. The question is who is the rat?”

  “Yo mi know a nuh me and a nuh yuh. Other don dat mi nuh trust these pussyhole niggas,” I yelled.

  I was mad as fuck—just when I was tryna bounce out of the place; I had a whole shipment of work and money that had just came. Now all that shit was gone.

  “Yo, all the fucking money. This shit hurt yo.”

  “Trust mi, I feel the same friggin’ way.”

  “So what’s the move?”

  “We need to lay low for a minute. Yo, I might be bouncing in a few, tryna go up top to pursue this music shit.”

  “Word, my nigga. Dat’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

  “Yeah, so I’ma need you to run things fi mi.”

  “Brethren, yuh done know sey I got you.”

  “Yeah, yo just don’t trust none a those Yankee niggas. The pussyhole dem don’t really like we. If the Babylon run up in a di spot, then trust mi, dem know sump’n, you feel me?”

  “Yeah, mon. I’ma get a whole new team.”

  “Aiight yo, I’ma hit you tomorrow. In the meantime, find a new stop. Some work coming in Wednesday. This between you and me. From this point on, can’t trust these niggas.”

  “Aiight, Bossman.”

  I revved my bike up, and sped through Quick Trip parking lot, then rode out into traffic. In the corner of my eyes, I peeped a black Yukon Denali wit’ tinted glass, pull out and get into traffic behind me. I decided to pull into the next plaza, where I watched as the Denali drove by. I couldn’t see inside, but I smell feds from a distance away. I pulled back out and into traffic.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Sierra Rogers

  I stopped by the shop to let my workers know that I wasn’t going be in. I had important family matters to handle. I prepared myself mentally for what was about to pop off.

  This bitch was back in the picture, driving my son’s truck like nothing. Ever since Azir lied to me, I knew sump’n was up. Part of me wanted to storm up in his condo and blow this bitch head off. Instead, I followed this bitch ‘round town for days. Every time she left the house, I would pull out behind her. I even saw when she met up wit’ some old dude and they went into the gun store. She ran around like she had no worries. This bitch had no idea that I was on to her. I knew for a fact that she lived with Azir. Every night when she went in, I stayed in my car until Azir made it home.

  In a matter of days, I could tell this bitch’s entire schedule and meals. I haven’t showered in days and barely ate anything. I couldn’t afford to leave, because I needed to know where this bitch was at, at all times. Nights were extra hard, because Azir was up in the house with her. He was still lying to me, like he had no company or he wasn’t home. I had no idea why my child was doing what he was doing, all I knew his life was in danger.

  Each night, I begged God to protect my only seed. Only tonight was different. I know she has a gun and her intentions for my son were not good. I had to think of something fast.

  I went home to get some things in order and have a talk with Jeanette. I knew if there was anyone that I could depend on, it would be her. No matter what, I knew Azir and I were her heart and she would be there if we ever needed her. Well this was it; we needed her.

  I got my three guns and extra clips. I put one in my jacket pocket, one in my purse and the other under my seat in the car. I put the extra clip in my glove compartment. I had on my black sweat pants, a black thermal and a black hat along with my black Jordans. Jeanette got in the car and I pulled off.

  “You ready? Remember everything we talked about.”

  “I’m ready as can be. Sierra, please be careful. Remember this bitch is a loose cannon and has nothing to lose. You on the other hand, have everything to lose,” she warned.

  “Jeanette, I got this.” I left it at that.

  I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but what I did know was my son was in danger and I had no choice but to get to him. This hoe had no business coming to Atlanta, and for that, her ass would pay!

  My emotions were running high. I was feeling anxious and my adrenaline was rushing. My palms were sweaty and my chest tightened as I approached the condo.

  I breathed slowly to kind of control my anger. I couldn’t risk getting an anxiety attack at a time like this. I slowly coached myself back down to a normal pace.

  Azir Jackson

  I decided to head home after that hit we took earlier. I needed to get fucked up. I had a bad vibe ‘bout everything that went down. Dude said the warrant said an informant told them ‘bout the spot. That right there bothered me, ‘cause it meant there was a rat runnin’ around. I didn’t take that lightly. Back home in Jamaica when a nigga snitch, you straight cut his motherfuckin’ head off, and if you can’t find him, you kill his entire family. Not in America; these rat-ass niggas get mad love on the streets.

  I noticed Shayna was already in the house; I was tired of being around this snake bitch too. The only reason why I ain’t body her as yet, was because I had to figure out what I was goin’ do wit’ her body. It was my house and it wouldn’t be easy to explain how a dead bitch ended up in there. I had a few plans in motion, ‘cause I’ll have to leave soon as I murk her ass.

  “Hey babes,” she greeted me as I entered the house.

  “What’s good love,” I barely mumbled.

  “I picked us up some Chinese food. I was too tired to cook.”

  “That’s cool. I ain’t hungry anyway.”

  I headed to the bar and poured me a shot of Hennessy. I hope this bitch didn’t say or do the wrong thing, ‘cause the way I was feeling, I could just rip her neck off with my bare hands. That’s the kind of mood I was in.

  After I got my drink, I went upstairs in the bedroom so I could roll me a blunt.

  A few minutes later, Shayna joined me. Her eyes looked glossy like she’d been drinking.

  “You a’ight?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Think I had a little too much to drink.”

  “Oh okay. You got to take it easy on the bottle. You ain’t no pro,” I laughed.

  We heard the doorbell at the same time.

  “Who the heck is that? Are you expecting someone?”

  “Nah, but it might be my homeboy. He supposed to drop a package off for me.”

  I got up out the bed and walked out of the room. I hope it wasn’t my moms; this wasn’t the time to get a visit. I looked through the peephole and saw it was my grandma outside, barefoot. I opened the door and stepped out. I couldn’t even speak; I was shocked, at the sight of my Nana.

  “Nana, what the heck you doing here?” I managed to utter.

  “Azir baby, I didn’t know where else to go or who to turn to. Come over here, I don’t want anyone to hear me please.”

  I stepped away from the door and walked toward the curb. I was scared Shayna might overhear our conversation.

  “Nana, I’m not understanding, what’s going on? Have you been drinking? I smell alcohol on your breath.”

  “Azir baby, I try not to touch anything, but I couldn’t resist. Baby, just give me a little piece of rock, I need a fix real bad.” She grabbed my arms.

  “Nana, stop it. I ain’t giving you nothing. You’ve been clean for a minute. What happened to you? Did somebody get you hooked again? Nana
I can’t help you; I know how bad my mom’s gonna be hurt if she found out you’ve been using again.”

  “Azir baby, please don’t tell her. She’ll kick me out. You can’t,” she pleaded.

  “Nana, ain’t that her car? Do she know you got it?”

  “Yes, I asked her if I could go to the store.”

  “Damn, yo. You need to get back to the house and you need to get back in NA. Nana, you come too far to turn back now. Go on home Nana; I’ll be over there to check on you, I love you.”

  “Azir, just a lil’ piece. Please, I won’t say a word,” she pleaded as I walked her to where the car was parked.

  She cried loudly as she pulled off, still begging me to give her a piece of rock. Man, my day just couldn’t get any worse. I couldn’t believe that this was my Nana behaving like that. I heard the stories of her getting high back in the day, but I’d never witnessed it, until now….

  I was zoned out from the shit that happened….I turned around and walked toward the door; that’s when I realized that I left the door open. I could only hope that bitch didn’t hear anything that was said. The last thing I needed was her figuring things out.

  I locked the door behind me and walked upstairs. She was laying in bed, watching TV.

  “Is everything okay wit’ you?”

  “Yes, that was my homeboy’s mom. She stopped by to pick up some money I owed him.”

  “Alright, I was worried when you didn’t come back in. You know I just got out of jail, so my nerves are bad,” she laughed.

  There was something ‘bout that laugh that caught my attention. I knew something was up for sure, when she winked at me. This bitch was up to no good! I thought as I sat on the bed.

  Shayna Jackson

  I was trying to figure out what was going on with Alonzo. His mood was different when he came home; I wonder if it was because of what he found in the drawer and what business it was to him. Maybe he was Alijah’s son and he was on to me, or was it that I was on to his bullshit….

  I played it cool when he came home. In fact, I ordered us Chinese food, only to find out he wasn’t hungry. I didn’t let that spoil my mood; I remained calm, cool and collective. What fucked up my mood was when the doorbell rang. I saw the strange look on his face; I would’ve gave anything to be able to read his mind. I tried to tiptoe to the stairs to hear what he was saying, but I couldn’t hear, so I went back to the bedroom. My nosy ass couldn’t sit still, so I walked over to the window; I stood to the side, careful not to be seen. I saw him talking to an older woman. After a few minutes, she got into the car and pulled off. I ran back to bed, pretending like I was watching television the entire time. I placed my gun underneath the pillow and lay on top of it.

  He came back into the room, looking slightly irritated. I took a long look at him, and for the first time, I saw the resemblance of Alijah. I sat there frozen with disbelief. It was like I was looking at the spittin’ image of that dead bastard. How did I miss that? I thought.

  I sat up in the bed; my mind was racing. Everything around me seemed out of place. I felt delusional. It wasn’t no coincidence when he contacted me. Did he know who I was all along? How did he know to find Natasha and get her to go along with his lies?

  “Let me ask you something. Is your dad alive?”

  “Nah, he passed away a while back,” he answered.

  “That must be hard on you; you know boys are usually close with their fathers.”

  “Yeah, it was, but I’m maintaining.”

  “If you don’t mind me asking, how did he die?”

  “Some sort of accident. Not really sure.” He looked at me those cold eyes and nose flared up, the same way Alijah would’ve done when he was irritated.

  “How old are you? You are ‘bout twenty-something?”

  “I never told you my age, how would you know that?”

  “I know, because I was your nanny when you were a baby.” I pulled my gun from under the pillow and pointed it at him.

  “Is that right love?” He chuckled and pointed his gun at me.

  “See, I’m not no fool. I knew it was something ‘bout you, but until I spoke to Natasha and caught her in a lie, that’s when I knew for sure you was an imposter.”

  “Yo, you trippin’. I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not that nigga. Put down your gun before you hurt yo’self. See, I put mine down. I’m fuckin’ in love with you, woman.” He looked me dead in the eyes.

  “You don’t fuckin’ love me. You look just like my husband. I know you’re here because of him,” I cried.

  “Shayna, listen up babe: I saw your pic and I liked it. I came after you, ‘cause you’re the kind of woman that I need. I don’t’ know anything ‘bout none of this shit you talkin’ ‘bout or being some nigga’s son that I don’t even know. My pop’s name ain’t no damn Alijah.”

  “You’re a fuckin’ liar. I don’t fuckin’believe you,” I screamed and waved the gun at him.

  “Be careful how you moving that pistol around. Yo, it don’t make no sense. You been around here for weeks. If I wanted to kill you, I could’ve. I’m a real nigga and I do real nigga shit. I need you in my life, shawty. Believe that.”

  Hmm. He did make a valid point. I’ve been here for a while sleeping in the same bed, he could’ve killed me, but he didn’t. Oh Lord, what have I done, did I fuck up with the only man that cares about me? I thought. My mind was telling me one thing, but my heart was screaming at me; I was confused and didn’t know what to do. I lowered my gun and started to cry.

  “Come here, shawty.” He took the gun out of my hand.

  I walked over to him, and sat beside him. He put his arm around me, and then spoke. “You know what one of the rules in the street is?” He asked.

  “No, what is it?” I managed to say.

  “Always follow your gut instinct, bitch.”

  I felt a gun pressed against my neck. I tried to reach for my gun, but he had a grip on my neck.

  “You fuckin’ liar. I trusted you!” I yelled.

  “My pops trusted you too. Yes, my name is Azir Jackson. The only seed of the man you set up.”

  “Fuck you! Fuck you! How did I not see you for the piece of shit you are?” I hollered.

  Fuck crying; I was steaming with anger. I got tricked by this young-ass nigga. Shayna, you done fucked up, a voice in my head whispered.

  He pushed me away from him and onto the ground. He got up and stood over me.

  “Bitch, get on the floor. See, ever since I was a little boy, I dreamt of this day. The day that I would look you in the eyes and watch you beg for yo’ life, right before I blow your fucking head off.”

  He took a step closer and aimed it at my head. I knew then I didn’t have a chance. I should’ve killed the little monkey years ago when I had the chance, I thought.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Sierra Rogers

  “Don’t do that son. Step away from that bitch. She’s all mine,” I said, as I entered the room with my 9mm pointed at that wicked hoe.

  “Ma, what are you doin’ here? And how did you get in here?”

  “Not now Azir. Well hello, Mrs. Shayna Jackson. I see we meet once again.” I said, with conviction in my voice.

  “Fuck you bitch. I should’ve killed yo’ ass those two times I had the chance,” she said and tried to spit at me.

  I moved slowly toward this hoe and knelt down beside her, right where Azir had his foot holding her down.

  “I agree; you should’ve killed me. But guess what, you was a coward-ass bitch that fucked up—twice. Ha ha, don’t you wish you paid attention to your instructor at the shooting range? No hoe, you’re the stupid bitch. See, yo’ dumb ass tried to kill me twice over a fuckin’ dick. Bitch, it wasn’t that fucking serious. There are a million and one dicks in this world, but nah, yo’ ass couldn’t deal wit’ the fact that he did not want that old, stretched-out, no-walls-havin’ pussy. You were mad that he wanted this young pussy.” I fired another shot into her left leg.
r />   “Do something, this crazy bitch trying to kill me!” she yelled to Azir.

  “Ma, I got this!” Azir said.

  “Get out of my way—now Azir! This bitch made my life hell for years. As a matter of fact, get the fuck out the room.”

  “I ain’t leaving you, Ma. I’ma ‘bout to shoot this bitch in the head.”

  “No! That’s way too easy. Now go!”

  “Now stand up and take yo’ fucking clothes off,” I demanded.

  “Fuck you; I’m not takin’ shit off. Kill me if you’re going to. You won’t get away wit’ this. I’m well-connected.”

  This psychotic bitch leaped toward me and knocked the gun out of my hand. I hit that hoe in the throat, but that didn’t faze her; instead, she tried to go for the gun on the ground. I ran up to that hoe and started punching her in the face. I didn’t stop until blood started gushing from her eyes.

  She tried to grab my weave and scratch my face, but her strength was nothing when compared to my rage. I was out to kill this hoe. I used my foot and kicked that fragile hoe into the nightstand, knocking her to the ground.

  “Now, let’s try this again hoe. Take off yo’ fuckin’ clothes.” I pressed the gun against her temple.

  “I’m not taking shit off. Go ahead and shoot me bitch. You will still be a dirty-ass, project hoe. Fuck you, and that bastard of yours,” she spat.

  I fired a shot into her right knee.

  “Aargh, you stupid bitch! You shot me,” she screamed.

  “Bitch, take off yo’ fucking clothes.” I pointed to her other knee.

  I watched as she took off her clothes. The bitch had all that mouth and was standing in front of me shaking. What a fucking sight, I thought.

  “Open yo’ legs hoe,” I demanded.

  I pried her legs open and stuck the butt of the gun in her pussy. I moved it around like, I was fucking her. She started to scream as I fucked her harder, not letting up any.

  “Fuck you, you stupid bitch. Aargh, oh God no!!!” she screamed out in anguish.

  The more that hoe screamed, the deeper I went in. I wasn’t letting up any. This was for all the pain, that bitch had put me and my family through. I had no pity for her, all I had was hate.