Page 28 of Terrez and Shalene
“Tw-two people. Chaos and Buck,” he admitted.
“You see how easy that was? Now I can kill yo’ ass quickly.”
Since there was a silencer on Little’s Glock, the ring of the shots wasn’t as loud as it should’ve been. There was a chancethat buddy’s ass lied about how many people were inside, so we needed to make sure we were moving smart. Walking around the house, I spotted a small window. Since there was a light on, I was able to see straight to the living room where Chaos and the nigga Buck were sitting on couches opposite each other, counting money and dope. Most likely some dope he’d stolen from our trap. Heading back to the front of the house, I told Little what I peeped and we decided to take D-Man and Simba inside with us. Just in case there was another man somewhere, I wanted to be prepared. I couldn’t wait to get this shit over with so I could go home and slide between Shalene’s thighs.
Once the four of us were ready, we ran into the house with guns pointed. When Chaos spotted Little, he dropped the money he was counting and laughed.
“You laughin’ like Katt Williams just told a joke or some shit,” Little said as he walked closer to Chaos.
With blunt force, Little took the butt of his gun and knocked the smile right from Chaos’ face. On impact, a pool of blood collected and a pained expression took over his features. The moment Buck tried to reach for his gun, D-Man sent two bullets his way. With two in the dome, Buck’s body lay slumped on the couch.
“I’m gon’ give you two minutes to explain all of this shit,” Little said with his hands waving around the house.
When Chaos took too long to answer the question, another hit to the face reminded him of the question.
“Aight, aight. I fucked with you the long way, but I got into some shit and owed the Bedford Boys hella money.”
“Owed them money for what?”
“A few years back I was introduced to my real family. I was gettin’ to know my OG when she was diagnosed with cancer. My brother was with the Bedford Boys, so Riz looked out for him and gave him money for hospital bills. When they asked mybrother for a favor, he said no and they offed him. When they came to me, they said I automatically became the owner of the debt my brother owed. I could either pay all the money back or I could do the favor they asked of my brother. I was trying to pay them back as quickly as I could to get this shit over with. I was never on no traitor shit, Little, but if I didn’t pay them back, they were gon’ kill me next,” he admitted.
A small part of me felt bad for the lil nigga, but not too much. I understood in a sense that he was doing all he could to keep himself alive, but he ended up digging himself a deeper grave.
“So, me putting you on was a means to an end?”
“Naw, Little. I swear, man, I wasn’t trying to let shit get this far.”
“You didn’t want things to get this far, yet you stole from me on several occasions instead of tellin’ me these niggas had you between a rock and a hard place. I’m sorry your mom had to go through that, but that’s as far as my condolences go. What was the favor they wanted your brother to do?”
“Man…they wanted him to get into that trafficking shit. Neither of us were fuckin’ with that shit.”
“If your brother was a Bedford Boy, he was definitely fuckin’ with that shit. Ain’t no way I’m joining anybody team that even has a rep like that. I would ask you if you paid your debt off, but that shit don’t matter. I’m putting an extra bullet in your ass just because you makin’ me do my opps a favor by laying your ass out for them.” Shaking his head, Little raised his gun and let off three shots. Two in the head and one in the heart.
“Should we call cleanup or let them pussies find their people just like this?” I asked.
“Let’s call cleanup. Them niggas had me chasing my tail for weeks trying to figure out what the fuck was goin’ on. It’s their turn to play Clue.”
I didn’t care either way. The more Bedford Boys out the way, the better Diamond Falls was. When the cleanup crew got there, we instructed them on the job, then D-Man and Little searched the house to see if there were any cameras, but there weren’t. The house looked to be a spot they chose to come to do exchanges.
“Little, you gon’ take any of the money or product?” D-Man asked.
“Hell nah. Fuck that money and I don’t know if they put anything in that dope. I ain’t sellin’ that shit to my people. They probably cut that shit so much that it’s no good.”
“Aight cool. I’ll leave the product, but I’m gon’ take the bread to my lady. Shit, that’s about two hundred thousand right there.”
The four of us laughed as we watched Damien’s ass stuff the money into the duffle bag on the table.
“Oooooh shit. I’m gon’ take this too. This look like some good shit,” he said as he held up about a pound of weed. As a certified gardener, the shit did look good as fuck with orange specks, looking like it was dipped in pure sugar.
“Ay, let me get some of that shit. I’m gon’ have to take this to Pedro and see where they got this shit from. Bitch ass niggas don’t deserve to be smokin’ on shit but some reggie,” I said, referring to the lowest grade of weed.
By the time we left the house, it was a little after midnight and I was hoping Shalene wasn’t in too deep of a sleep to give me that pussy. First, I needed to stop by my place and wash the day away, then she’d be getting a call. Tonight, I’d be able to sleep better, knowing this shit wasn’t deeper than a nigga stealing. Now that Chaos was out the way, things on Roosevelt should be back to normal. I only hoped that was the case so I could pass the rest of them to Little and I could sit my ass down and focus on building my businesses.
I also needed to think about the conversation he and I had earlier. It wasn’t in my character to look down on anyone, especially someone I considered my brother, but I understood what he meant by me acting a certain way because I would handle shit differently. I wasn’t above apologizing, but I wasn’t in the mood for all that shit right now.
When I was finally out of the shower and had smoked a fat ass blunt, I called my baby and thankfully she answered on the third ring. The moment I placed my head at her entrance, I exhaled a sigh of relief. A nigga was lucky as fuck to come home to some shit like this.
Chapter 11
