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“Yo,” Ice Pick said suspiciously. “I thought that chick was ya fam? Why you and her ain’t huddle up and hit the diamond together?”
“I’m done with that bitch,” Cucci said with authority. “Her conniving ass ain’t breakin bread the right way and besides, she’s moving too sloppy runnin behind that nigga Slick all the time. It ain’t personal between us, it’s business. This is my big chance to get where I need to be and I’m going for it.”
Handgun could clearly see the cutthroat and conniving side of Cucci coming to the surface. He knew damn well that a big part of her issue was straight up personal. Yet he understood. He knew the mechanics of the game. He understood the plotting, scheming, and double-crossing that was required to get on top at all costs. Everybody had their own reasons for shitting on the next nigga. People who craved power and control had been doing that shit since the beginning of time.
“You seem pretty ambitious, Cucci,” said Handgun. “I kinda like your style. I can tell you’re all about your business. So the reason you haven’t rocked Honore yourself is because you need to get the diamond first, am I right?”
“Yes, that’s part of it,” Cucci told Handgun as she took a sip of her drink. “With me it’s always business before pleasure. Plus she got this nigga named Sly McFly who watches over her like a hawk. He’s an old school gangsta who holds her down. He would chop me up and stuff me down a fucking incinerator if I was caught betraying them.”
“I see, I see,” Handgun said as he sat back on the sofa and internalized everything Cucci was saying to him.
“Yo, what we need to do is come up with a plan,” Ice Pick said.
“A’ight,” Goody agreed, “but before we go for the gusto I wanna know more about that nigga Slick your cousin is fuckin with. Ain’t no way he can be the same dude I used to know, but the name is real familiar.”
Cucci picked up her drink and slurped. “Well, that lil petty thief ain’t nobody special so y’all can deal with him on your own time. But do you think you can bag Honore and get to that diamond before she can get it? And what about Sly McFly?” she asked impatiently. “Which one of y’all niggas got a pair of balls big enough to handle his old ass?”
“Bitch!” Handgun barked suddenly. He reached across the low table and pimp smacked Cucci hard upside her head. “Don’t you see two muthafuckin men talking? Just shut the fuck up and stay in your lane and be ready to roll when Ice Pick says it’s time to make a move!”
“Yo!” Ice Pick grabbed Cucci by the neck and yanked her over to him. “Since you got that mouth open so wide bring them big-ass lips over here and get on ya fuckin knees!” Ice Pick told her as he forced her down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and took out his soft shit and gripped it in his fist.
“Get my shit up!” he demanded.
Everything about the situation had changed and even the air in the room felt hostile. Cucci had been around plenty of killas before and her mama didn’t raise no fools.
“Okay, Daddy…” she said meekly.
She scrambled down in front of Ice Pick’s crotch with a quickness. Grabbing his limp man-meat she swooped down on it and started jacking it in her hands and licking underneath his hairy balls like they were two apple-flavored Blow-Pops.
Ice Pick reached down inside the front of her romper and yanked her titties outta the top. Then he unsnapped the crotch and pulled it up in the back so he could rub on her ass and play in her pussy while she worked.
Cucci slobbed on his knob until that shit was wet and shiny and standing straight up in the air. Sucking dick was a skill that Cucci was tops at and she could give brain in her sleep. She was well aware that she was being chastised and Ice Pick was checking her in front of his brother for a reason. The fact that Handgun was watching her closely didn’t escape her either. In fact, it excited her and turned her on, and she wanted his fine, paid ass to see exactly what his lil brother was getting and he was missing out on.
Cucci dug in deep and gave Ice Pick a blow-job that was worthy of the big screen. She stuck out her tongue and licked that chocolate shit from the mushroom-capped head all the way down to his coffee-colored balls, taking care to make sure her visual performance was just as good as her physical one.
With Handgun watching, she got up on Ice like a porn star and rubbed the wet head of his dick all over her nipples, giving herself a thorough titty fuck. Next, she sandwiched his throbbing meat in the hollow between her breasts like a hot dog in a bun. She slid her titties up and down while squeezing them together and licking the sugar off the head of his dick at the same time.
As Ice Pick moaned and gasped, Cucci went to work with her teeth. Gently, she nibbled up and down the length of his dick, then she poked her tongue way out and swirled it around and around the crown of his shaft like it was an ice cream cone. Faster and faster she milked his balls in both hands, then swooped down and deep-throated his wood while vibrating her throat and jutting her head back and forth like a chicken.
It wasn’t long before she felt Ice Pick’s nut building up in his balls, and when she felt his spurt shooting up the chute of his dick like a miniature volcano, she pulled back a little and jacked that shit, smearing his pearl-colored cum all over her lips and letting it drip down the side of his dick.
Cucci was damn proud of herself. She knew she had done a top-notch job and put on a premiere performance, and Ice Pick confirmed that shit for her when he fell back on the sofa and pushed her away and said, “Goddamn! That shit was tops, baby! You rocked my whole muthafuckin world! Now take them pretty lips on over there. My brother want his dick sucked too.”
With shock shining in her eyes, Cucci turned toward Handgun as that nigga unbuckled his pants and yanked out his big dick and said, “Sho do!”
CHAPTER 17
Personal Demons
Being so sick made it rough going for Jewelz, and she tossed and turned all night. When she wasn’t crawling into the bathroom to heave the contents of her stomach into the toilet, she was huddled under her blanket shivering and shaking like a leaf.
By the time the sun came up her pain was getting crucial and she was ready to give up on life. Despite the medication the doctor had prescribed she was feeling much, much worse. She wasn’t surprised because she knew what time it was. Her body just couldn’t take it no more and she was losing her fight against the deadly disease that had invaded her blood cells.
“Okay,” she relented and told Nurse Shelly when the phone rang a few hours later. The nurse’s weekly call had found Jewelz huddled under her blankets sipping from a warm can of Ensure. Her will was still strong, but the bone-tiring weakness was too much for her to bear, so she had finally agreed to restart her chemotherapy treatments.
“Okay, I’ll come back to the clinic,” Jewelz told the nurse, “but it’ll have to be tomorrow because I can’t come in today.”
“Now, Diamond,” the nurse said gently. “A person with your prognosis should know that every single day counts. C’mon, baby. You’re already so far behind in your treatment plan that even hours matter at this point. Minutes too. What’s so important that you’re willing to d—that you can’t come in today? Why can’t you just come in right now?”
Nurse Shelly had caught herself before she said the d-word, but Jewelz had heard her anyway. The cancer nurse had started to ask Jewelz what was so important that she was willing to die for it, and the answer was something that Jewelz really didn’t expect anyone to understand.
Because she had already made up her mind that today was going to be the day. Today was the day that she was going to kill Chimp Charlie. It was now or never and she was gonna kill that ugly-ass predator dead.
She didn’t care if it took her to her last dying breath, she was gonna murder that old nasty bastard. All the filthy shit he had forced her to do with her young mouth and pussy was unspeakable and unpardonable, and with the last drop of strength in her body she was gonna make him pay.
Today.
“Nope,” Jewelz told Nurse Shelly firmly as she got up slowly and headed toward the bathroom to pull herself together. “I can’t come in right now. Not today.”
Jewelz knew she had a long hard day ahead of her. She could only pray that God would bless her so that her strength would hold up long enough to satisfy her thirst for revenge.
“Tomorrow,” she promised the disappointed nurse. “Like I said, I’ve got something real important I gotta do today, but I swear to God I’ll check myself into the hospital the first thing tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 18
Pure Slick
Handgun Goody and his surviving brothers were crammed into a room at Brookdale Hospital right off Linden Boulevard. They had gotten a call that their nephew Trill was finally out of his coma, and they rushed over there to see about him. All three of the Goode brothers felt fucked up about Trill’s situation, and they felt they owed it to their dead brother Hammerhead to make sure his seed was straight.
When they got there the youngblood was not only up, he was also eating and talking, and Handgun, Ice Pick, and Cannonball huddled around his bed blasting him with questions and catching every word that came outta his mouth. Although Trill’s body was still all broke the fuck up, his mind and his memory were clear as hell.
“I’m telling you it was that bum-nigga Sometimey, man!” Trill insisted. “We ran into him on the staircase and Turk played open season on his neck. I told that psycho nigga to step off and go on about his business, then me and Turk and Gamma headed down the stairs to bang on some more doors and make a lotta noise just like you told us to.”
“So what happened?” Ice Pick asked.
“So we had just finished banging on doors on the twelfth floor and we was heading down to eleven, and the next thing I know here comes this wild-ass nigga rushing up behind us outta nowhere!
“That nigga had on the same raggedy clothes that Sometimey had on, but some kinda way he was missing all that nappy hair. Before I could blink he cold-slashed Turk and Gamma, and then he came straight at me!”
“Sometimey?” Ice Pick shook his head and patted his lil nephew on the shoulder. “That tall bummy cat who be limping around swinging that watch? Nigga you still sleep. That pissy-ass nigga Sometimey is harmless, yo. Ain’t no way he went after all three of y’all like no psycho.”
“Fuck that!” Trill bitched. “I swear to God it was him! But like I said, his hair was way short when he came at us, and he didn’t have on that shitted-up lil hat no more. His eyes even looked totally different, man. But yo, I’m telling you, my nigga. I seen that mutt nigga somewhere without his lil hat way before that. For real, I know I seen him before.”
“Where, nigga?” Handgun demanded. “Where?”
“I seen him twice. The first time was at the club on Unsigned Hype night. Then I seen him again when me and my moms took Aunt La-La out to eat for her birthday.”
“What?” Handgun Goody shook his head. “What you talking about, man?”
Trill stared hard at Handgun. “Listen, Unc. When that nigga came running down the steps he wasn’t Sometimey no more! He was that same clown I seen arguing with your girl in a soul food restaurant one day.”
Goody bucked. “Arguing with my girl? My fuckin girl who?”
“You know who I’m talking about! The broad with the real big ass you was hollerin at in the club. The one who shit on the mic real nice and you gave her a contract. I think her name is Jewelz.”
Handgun Goody stumbled backward in the small room. He bumped up against Cannonball’s rock hard chest as his brain tried to process the crazy shit he was hearing.
“That nigga was in my club?”
“Hell yeah. I spilled my drink on his punk ass and he didn’t even flex.”
“And you telling me that bum nigga Sometimey is down with Jewelz?”
Trill nodded. “Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m telling you. They was arguing real loud in Mitchell’s Soul Food Kitchen while we was eating one day. My moms sent me over there to make sure ya girl was straight and he wasn’t putting his hands on her. And that’s when I heard her call him Lil Slick.”
“Lil Slick?” Handgun demanded, his mind flying all the way back to his Dirty Mike days. “She called Sometimey Lil Slick?”
“Yeah. I remember laughing to myself when she said it ’cause that long-tall nigga didn’t look all that little or all that slick to me. Matter fact, ya mutt Jewelz was runnin off at the mouth and chumpin that nigga like he was a fuckin simp. She even swung on him and ere’thang.”
Goody’s heart banged in his throat as he plopped down in a hospital chair. He pictured the scars that he had kissed on Jewelz’s belly and it felt like somebody had just smashed him over the head with a sledgehammer. He couldn’t fuckin believe it. He didn’t wanna believe it. Lil Slick was still alive. Alive and well. Alive and in alliance with the beautiful woman that Goody had fallen hard for. With the woman that he loved.
Jewelz.
Reality crashed down all around him.
So that’s what Jewelz was doing in the building when I ran down on her ass that day! Goody pictured her banging on the door and holding that container of orange juice and kissing all over that old lady, and he knew what time it was for sure.
Them trench-bitches had played him. Lined him right up for the kill! Guilt surged through Goody as he thought about the first night he had brought Jewelz home to his bed. He knew exactly where his leak had come from now, and he knew why too.
That bitch had tried to sleepwalk him. She had laid right in his bed acting like she was sick. And his pussy-drunk ass had issued killing orders to his brother in the presence of a turncoat infiltrator! Goody had been played like a sucka-ass simp, and his little brother Chainsaw had paid the price for it.
As his brothers continued to question Trill, Handgun sat there stunned and consumed in a state of quiet rage. The blinders had fallen off his eyes. One and one was finally adding up to two.
It wasn’t Bajan Andy who had come at his set and picked all his boys off like ducks, he now realized. It was Lil Slick. Crazy Haz’s nephew. And Goody was pretty sure he knew exactly who the fuck Jewelz was too.
The memory of her small, bloody body swam into his vision and Handgun felt sick to his stomach about what Haz had made him do that day. His criminal actions had brought death down on his entire family. On his whole fuckin empire! Goody was physically sick with this knowledge, but he was too ashamed to admit it to his brothers. They didn’t know nothing about his fiendish past, or about the unforgivable acts he had committed on a bunch of helpless kids that day.
He glanced across the room where Cannonball was steady grilling Trill.
“So you seriously saying this Slick nigga was strong enough to fuck all three of y’all up without pulling out no gat?” Cannonball questioned.
Trill nodded his head slowly. “Yo, that muthafucka ran down on Turk and Gamma! You shoulda seen how swift and smoove he dropped they asses. He moved so fast with his blade that I didn’t even have time to think about fighting back, Unc. The only thing I could do was tuck my ass in and rise and fly.”
Ice Pick pressed. “So you really think that Sometimey nigga is some kinda undercover savage named Slick?”
“I don’t think, my nigga! I know! I just told you I seen him with my own two eyes! I walked up and looked dead at him when we was in that restaurant. I even tried to give that chick Jewelz a ride home but she said nah and bounced.”
“Damn. So that retarded bum-shit Sometimey be walking around playing is all a fuckin act then, huh,” Cannonball said quietly.
Trill’s laugh was short and bitter. “Just look at me laying here all fucked up. That wasn’t no Sometimey-shit that put me in this bed and our niggas in the ground, homey. That shit was pure Slick!”
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So many fallen soldiers, Goody brooded, fingering his moustache as all the pieces of the puzzle finally fell neatly in place. He had already envisioned what he wanted to do to Lil Slick AKA Sometimey, and that shit wasn’t good. He pictured all the Goode Brothers who had gone to their graves at the hands of that cat and he shook quietly with fury.
It had been a long time since Goody had fallen off his game and let his guard down this way. Jewelz was the first bitch who had caught him snoozing in a minute. She had gotten straight into his heart and that shit really hurt him because she was everything he had ever wanted in a woman.
Sleeping on her was his bad, and he was gonna make her pay for playing him out. By the time Goody was through with her she was gonna wish she had never met him. Let alone deceived him and made him fall in love.
But that Sometimey muthafucka was a different story. That cat had crept up on his gang so smoove that Goody had never even seen him coming. But he saw that nigga now. He saw him as his true self. As Lil Slick. He was gonna crush that nigga’s skull when he got his hands on him. He was gonna finish what Crazy Haz had started and straight-up take that lil nigga’s head off!
CHAPTER 19
Watch How the Tables Turn
It was early evening and Slick was sitting at the bar in his living room waiting for Honore to show up. He had just worked out intensely and he was still wearing his damp clothes as he listened to some sounds over the in-ceiling speakers. He was in a reflective mood and he had some incense burning and a glass of Remy on the rocks in his hand.
Earlier he had done an hour of kickboxing and then left his plush condo and taken a thirty-minute jog around the neighborhood. When he came back he’d gotten down on his living room floor and pumped out two hundred quick sit-ups and two hundred deep push-ups. By the time he was done every muscle in his body was screaming and his clothes were soaked in sweat.
In addition to punishing his body for hours, Slick had also been mentally kicking himself up the ass for being so stupid. Jewelz was mad at him again. He had ducked out on their lunch date and no matter how many times he dialed her number or banged on her door, she igged his ass.
“I’m done with that bitch,” Cucci said with authority. “Her conniving ass ain’t breakin bread the right way and besides, she’s moving too sloppy runnin behind that nigga Slick all the time. It ain’t personal between us, it’s business. This is my big chance to get where I need to be and I’m going for it.”
Handgun could clearly see the cutthroat and conniving side of Cucci coming to the surface. He knew damn well that a big part of her issue was straight up personal. Yet he understood. He knew the mechanics of the game. He understood the plotting, scheming, and double-crossing that was required to get on top at all costs. Everybody had their own reasons for shitting on the next nigga. People who craved power and control had been doing that shit since the beginning of time.
“You seem pretty ambitious, Cucci,” said Handgun. “I kinda like your style. I can tell you’re all about your business. So the reason you haven’t rocked Honore yourself is because you need to get the diamond first, am I right?”
“Yes, that’s part of it,” Cucci told Handgun as she took a sip of her drink. “With me it’s always business before pleasure. Plus she got this nigga named Sly McFly who watches over her like a hawk. He’s an old school gangsta who holds her down. He would chop me up and stuff me down a fucking incinerator if I was caught betraying them.”
“I see, I see,” Handgun said as he sat back on the sofa and internalized everything Cucci was saying to him.
“Yo, what we need to do is come up with a plan,” Ice Pick said.
“A’ight,” Goody agreed, “but before we go for the gusto I wanna know more about that nigga Slick your cousin is fuckin with. Ain’t no way he can be the same dude I used to know, but the name is real familiar.”
Cucci picked up her drink and slurped. “Well, that lil petty thief ain’t nobody special so y’all can deal with him on your own time. But do you think you can bag Honore and get to that diamond before she can get it? And what about Sly McFly?” she asked impatiently. “Which one of y’all niggas got a pair of balls big enough to handle his old ass?”
“Bitch!” Handgun barked suddenly. He reached across the low table and pimp smacked Cucci hard upside her head. “Don’t you see two muthafuckin men talking? Just shut the fuck up and stay in your lane and be ready to roll when Ice Pick says it’s time to make a move!”
“Yo!” Ice Pick grabbed Cucci by the neck and yanked her over to him. “Since you got that mouth open so wide bring them big-ass lips over here and get on ya fuckin knees!” Ice Pick told her as he forced her down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and took out his soft shit and gripped it in his fist.
“Get my shit up!” he demanded.
Everything about the situation had changed and even the air in the room felt hostile. Cucci had been around plenty of killas before and her mama didn’t raise no fools.
“Okay, Daddy…” she said meekly.
She scrambled down in front of Ice Pick’s crotch with a quickness. Grabbing his limp man-meat she swooped down on it and started jacking it in her hands and licking underneath his hairy balls like they were two apple-flavored Blow-Pops.
Ice Pick reached down inside the front of her romper and yanked her titties outta the top. Then he unsnapped the crotch and pulled it up in the back so he could rub on her ass and play in her pussy while she worked.
Cucci slobbed on his knob until that shit was wet and shiny and standing straight up in the air. Sucking dick was a skill that Cucci was tops at and she could give brain in her sleep. She was well aware that she was being chastised and Ice Pick was checking her in front of his brother for a reason. The fact that Handgun was watching her closely didn’t escape her either. In fact, it excited her and turned her on, and she wanted his fine, paid ass to see exactly what his lil brother was getting and he was missing out on.
Cucci dug in deep and gave Ice Pick a blow-job that was worthy of the big screen. She stuck out her tongue and licked that chocolate shit from the mushroom-capped head all the way down to his coffee-colored balls, taking care to make sure her visual performance was just as good as her physical one.
With Handgun watching, she got up on Ice like a porn star and rubbed the wet head of his dick all over her nipples, giving herself a thorough titty fuck. Next, she sandwiched his throbbing meat in the hollow between her breasts like a hot dog in a bun. She slid her titties up and down while squeezing them together and licking the sugar off the head of his dick at the same time.
As Ice Pick moaned and gasped, Cucci went to work with her teeth. Gently, she nibbled up and down the length of his dick, then she poked her tongue way out and swirled it around and around the crown of his shaft like it was an ice cream cone. Faster and faster she milked his balls in both hands, then swooped down and deep-throated his wood while vibrating her throat and jutting her head back and forth like a chicken.
It wasn’t long before she felt Ice Pick’s nut building up in his balls, and when she felt his spurt shooting up the chute of his dick like a miniature volcano, she pulled back a little and jacked that shit, smearing his pearl-colored cum all over her lips and letting it drip down the side of his dick.
Cucci was damn proud of herself. She knew she had done a top-notch job and put on a premiere performance, and Ice Pick confirmed that shit for her when he fell back on the sofa and pushed her away and said, “Goddamn! That shit was tops, baby! You rocked my whole muthafuckin world! Now take them pretty lips on over there. My brother want his dick sucked too.”
With shock shining in her eyes, Cucci turned toward Handgun as that nigga unbuckled his pants and yanked out his big dick and said, “Sho do!”
CHAPTER 17
Personal Demons
Being so sick made it rough going for Jewelz, and she tossed and turned all night. When she wasn’t crawling into the bathroom to heave the contents of her stomach into the toilet, she was huddled under her blanket shivering and shaking like a leaf.
By the time the sun came up her pain was getting crucial and she was ready to give up on life. Despite the medication the doctor had prescribed she was feeling much, much worse. She wasn’t surprised because she knew what time it was. Her body just couldn’t take it no more and she was losing her fight against the deadly disease that had invaded her blood cells.
“Okay,” she relented and told Nurse Shelly when the phone rang a few hours later. The nurse’s weekly call had found Jewelz huddled under her blankets sipping from a warm can of Ensure. Her will was still strong, but the bone-tiring weakness was too much for her to bear, so she had finally agreed to restart her chemotherapy treatments.
“Okay, I’ll come back to the clinic,” Jewelz told the nurse, “but it’ll have to be tomorrow because I can’t come in today.”
“Now, Diamond,” the nurse said gently. “A person with your prognosis should know that every single day counts. C’mon, baby. You’re already so far behind in your treatment plan that even hours matter at this point. Minutes too. What’s so important that you’re willing to d—that you can’t come in today? Why can’t you just come in right now?”
Nurse Shelly had caught herself before she said the d-word, but Jewelz had heard her anyway. The cancer nurse had started to ask Jewelz what was so important that she was willing to die for it, and the answer was something that Jewelz really didn’t expect anyone to understand.
Because she had already made up her mind that today was going to be the day. Today was the day that she was going to kill Chimp Charlie. It was now or never and she was gonna kill that ugly-ass predator dead.
She didn’t care if it took her to her last dying breath, she was gonna murder that old nasty bastard. All the filthy shit he had forced her to do with her young mouth and pussy was unspeakable and unpardonable, and with the last drop of strength in her body she was gonna make him pay.
Today.
“Nope,” Jewelz told Nurse Shelly firmly as she got up slowly and headed toward the bathroom to pull herself together. “I can’t come in right now. Not today.”
Jewelz knew she had a long hard day ahead of her. She could only pray that God would bless her so that her strength would hold up long enough to satisfy her thirst for revenge.
“Tomorrow,” she promised the disappointed nurse. “Like I said, I’ve got something real important I gotta do today, but I swear to God I’ll check myself into the hospital the first thing tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 18
Pure Slick
Handgun Goody and his surviving brothers were crammed into a room at Brookdale Hospital right off Linden Boulevard. They had gotten a call that their nephew Trill was finally out of his coma, and they rushed over there to see about him. All three of the Goode brothers felt fucked up about Trill’s situation, and they felt they owed it to their dead brother Hammerhead to make sure his seed was straight.
When they got there the youngblood was not only up, he was also eating and talking, and Handgun, Ice Pick, and Cannonball huddled around his bed blasting him with questions and catching every word that came outta his mouth. Although Trill’s body was still all broke the fuck up, his mind and his memory were clear as hell.
“I’m telling you it was that bum-nigga Sometimey, man!” Trill insisted. “We ran into him on the staircase and Turk played open season on his neck. I told that psycho nigga to step off and go on about his business, then me and Turk and Gamma headed down the stairs to bang on some more doors and make a lotta noise just like you told us to.”
“So what happened?” Ice Pick asked.
“So we had just finished banging on doors on the twelfth floor and we was heading down to eleven, and the next thing I know here comes this wild-ass nigga rushing up behind us outta nowhere!
“That nigga had on the same raggedy clothes that Sometimey had on, but some kinda way he was missing all that nappy hair. Before I could blink he cold-slashed Turk and Gamma, and then he came straight at me!”
“Sometimey?” Ice Pick shook his head and patted his lil nephew on the shoulder. “That tall bummy cat who be limping around swinging that watch? Nigga you still sleep. That pissy-ass nigga Sometimey is harmless, yo. Ain’t no way he went after all three of y’all like no psycho.”
“Fuck that!” Trill bitched. “I swear to God it was him! But like I said, his hair was way short when he came at us, and he didn’t have on that shitted-up lil hat no more. His eyes even looked totally different, man. But yo, I’m telling you, my nigga. I seen that mutt nigga somewhere without his lil hat way before that. For real, I know I seen him before.”
“Where, nigga?” Handgun demanded. “Where?”
“I seen him twice. The first time was at the club on Unsigned Hype night. Then I seen him again when me and my moms took Aunt La-La out to eat for her birthday.”
“What?” Handgun Goody shook his head. “What you talking about, man?”
Trill stared hard at Handgun. “Listen, Unc. When that nigga came running down the steps he wasn’t Sometimey no more! He was that same clown I seen arguing with your girl in a soul food restaurant one day.”
Goody bucked. “Arguing with my girl? My fuckin girl who?”
“You know who I’m talking about! The broad with the real big ass you was hollerin at in the club. The one who shit on the mic real nice and you gave her a contract. I think her name is Jewelz.”
Handgun Goody stumbled backward in the small room. He bumped up against Cannonball’s rock hard chest as his brain tried to process the crazy shit he was hearing.
“That nigga was in my club?”
“Hell yeah. I spilled my drink on his punk ass and he didn’t even flex.”
“And you telling me that bum nigga Sometimey is down with Jewelz?”
Trill nodded. “Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m telling you. They was arguing real loud in Mitchell’s Soul Food Kitchen while we was eating one day. My moms sent me over there to make sure ya girl was straight and he wasn’t putting his hands on her. And that’s when I heard her call him Lil Slick.”
“Lil Slick?” Handgun demanded, his mind flying all the way back to his Dirty Mike days. “She called Sometimey Lil Slick?”
“Yeah. I remember laughing to myself when she said it ’cause that long-tall nigga didn’t look all that little or all that slick to me. Matter fact, ya mutt Jewelz was runnin off at the mouth and chumpin that nigga like he was a fuckin simp. She even swung on him and ere’thang.”
Goody’s heart banged in his throat as he plopped down in a hospital chair. He pictured the scars that he had kissed on Jewelz’s belly and it felt like somebody had just smashed him over the head with a sledgehammer. He couldn’t fuckin believe it. He didn’t wanna believe it. Lil Slick was still alive. Alive and well. Alive and in alliance with the beautiful woman that Goody had fallen hard for. With the woman that he loved.
Jewelz.
Reality crashed down all around him.
So that’s what Jewelz was doing in the building when I ran down on her ass that day! Goody pictured her banging on the door and holding that container of orange juice and kissing all over that old lady, and he knew what time it was for sure.
Them trench-bitches had played him. Lined him right up for the kill! Guilt surged through Goody as he thought about the first night he had brought Jewelz home to his bed. He knew exactly where his leak had come from now, and he knew why too.
That bitch had tried to sleepwalk him. She had laid right in his bed acting like she was sick. And his pussy-drunk ass had issued killing orders to his brother in the presence of a turncoat infiltrator! Goody had been played like a sucka-ass simp, and his little brother Chainsaw had paid the price for it.
As his brothers continued to question Trill, Handgun sat there stunned and consumed in a state of quiet rage. The blinders had fallen off his eyes. One and one was finally adding up to two.
It wasn’t Bajan Andy who had come at his set and picked all his boys off like ducks, he now realized. It was Lil Slick. Crazy Haz’s nephew. And Goody was pretty sure he knew exactly who the fuck Jewelz was too.
The memory of her small, bloody body swam into his vision and Handgun felt sick to his stomach about what Haz had made him do that day. His criminal actions had brought death down on his entire family. On his whole fuckin empire! Goody was physically sick with this knowledge, but he was too ashamed to admit it to his brothers. They didn’t know nothing about his fiendish past, or about the unforgivable acts he had committed on a bunch of helpless kids that day.
He glanced across the room where Cannonball was steady grilling Trill.
“So you seriously saying this Slick nigga was strong enough to fuck all three of y’all up without pulling out no gat?” Cannonball questioned.
Trill nodded his head slowly. “Yo, that muthafucka ran down on Turk and Gamma! You shoulda seen how swift and smoove he dropped they asses. He moved so fast with his blade that I didn’t even have time to think about fighting back, Unc. The only thing I could do was tuck my ass in and rise and fly.”
Ice Pick pressed. “So you really think that Sometimey nigga is some kinda undercover savage named Slick?”
“I don’t think, my nigga! I know! I just told you I seen him with my own two eyes! I walked up and looked dead at him when we was in that restaurant. I even tried to give that chick Jewelz a ride home but she said nah and bounced.”
“Damn. So that retarded bum-shit Sometimey be walking around playing is all a fuckin act then, huh,” Cannonball said quietly.
Trill’s laugh was short and bitter. “Just look at me laying here all fucked up. That wasn’t no Sometimey-shit that put me in this bed and our niggas in the ground, homey. That shit was pure Slick!”
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So many fallen soldiers, Goody brooded, fingering his moustache as all the pieces of the puzzle finally fell neatly in place. He had already envisioned what he wanted to do to Lil Slick AKA Sometimey, and that shit wasn’t good. He pictured all the Goode Brothers who had gone to their graves at the hands of that cat and he shook quietly with fury.
It had been a long time since Goody had fallen off his game and let his guard down this way. Jewelz was the first bitch who had caught him snoozing in a minute. She had gotten straight into his heart and that shit really hurt him because she was everything he had ever wanted in a woman.
Sleeping on her was his bad, and he was gonna make her pay for playing him out. By the time Goody was through with her she was gonna wish she had never met him. Let alone deceived him and made him fall in love.
But that Sometimey muthafucka was a different story. That cat had crept up on his gang so smoove that Goody had never even seen him coming. But he saw that nigga now. He saw him as his true self. As Lil Slick. He was gonna crush that nigga’s skull when he got his hands on him. He was gonna finish what Crazy Haz had started and straight-up take that lil nigga’s head off!
CHAPTER 19
Watch How the Tables Turn
It was early evening and Slick was sitting at the bar in his living room waiting for Honore to show up. He had just worked out intensely and he was still wearing his damp clothes as he listened to some sounds over the in-ceiling speakers. He was in a reflective mood and he had some incense burning and a glass of Remy on the rocks in his hand.
Earlier he had done an hour of kickboxing and then left his plush condo and taken a thirty-minute jog around the neighborhood. When he came back he’d gotten down on his living room floor and pumped out two hundred quick sit-ups and two hundred deep push-ups. By the time he was done every muscle in his body was screaming and his clothes were soaked in sweat.
In addition to punishing his body for hours, Slick had also been mentally kicking himself up the ass for being so stupid. Jewelz was mad at him again. He had ducked out on their lunch date and no matter how many times he dialed her number or banged on her door, she igged his ass.
