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Yeah, who dis,” Big Mel answered the restricted call. “Yo, it’s me G-money,” he spoke excitedly. “Me, Skip, and our ladies got locked up this faggot mutha fucka, Detective Nelson, harassing us and shit. Tell the big man to send bail money, and Mr. Goldberg down here to get us out, you dig?” “Say no more, it’s already done,” Big Mel replied ending the conversation. “That was G-money, he said Detective Nelson locked him and Skip up while they were with their shorties.” “You see that’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Once all our businesses are up and running, I’m taking all the crews off the corner,” Ali stated strongly. “Go grab some bail money out of the safe.” Big Mel quickly grabbed twenty thousand out of the safe, and handed it to Mr. Goldberg. “If it’s more than that just put up the money and I’ll pay you back once you find out the total,” Ali said reclining back in his seat.

 

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After spending fourteen hours in a small holding cell, G-money, Skip, Coco, and April were finally released. “Take a cab home ladies, me and Skip gotta go handle something real quick,” G-money said as he handed both ladies a hundred dollar bill. “Be careful…I love you baby,” April whispered kissing Skip on the lips. Before Coco could even say a word, G-money and Skip were already headed down the street on foot. By the look on both of their faces Coco knew the two of them were on they way to do something stupid.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 22

IT’S NOT A GAME

 

 

 


Why you always walking past me like you ain’t feeling me,” Butch asked in a smooth tone. “Butch, you know I don’t deal with guys who live in the projects. Ya’ll don’t know how to keep ya’ll mouths shut,” the hood rat stated plainly as she started walking off. “Well fuck you then bitch,” Butch yelled as he placed his 9mm in the garbage can just in case the cops ran up on him, he would be clean not to mention if Rell came through he wouldn’t be naked. Butch sat on the bench watching two girls who had been arguing for the past twenty minutes.

“Why don’t you just slap that bitch already,” he said to himself hoping to see a good fight. Butch’s mind frame quickly changed when he heard one of his look outs scream 5-0. When Butch looked to his right he saw Detective Nelson quickly approaching. Immediately he hopped up off the bench, and started walking in the opposite direction.

“Get over here big time,” Detective Nelson spat as he violently threw Butch up against the black gate that surrounded the projects. “Is there a problem detective,” Butch asked smartly. “Yeah, I have a problem with seeing you sitting on this same bench every day, all day for no particular reason,” Detective Nelson replied as he handcuffed Butch then proceeded to search him. “Okay where did you hide the drugs and guns,” he asked upset that he didn’t find anything on the suspect. “Come on detective you know I just say no to drugs,” Butch chuckled noticing that he was getting under the detective’s skin. “Come on, let’s go,” Detective Nelson growled as he pulled Butch off of the black gate, and lead him towards his vehicle. Where the fuck you taking me,” Butch asked nervously. “I’m taking you downtown to see if you have any warrants,” Detective Nelson stated. “Tell your buddy, Ali, from now on you and a few of your partners will be getting locked up everyday – is that understood? Every time I see you in that projects, I’m going to put cuffs on you,” he added as he vigorously shoved Butch into the backseat of his car.

 

 

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After Detective Nelson finished beating Butch down with a night stick for fifteen minutes, he needed a drink. “Hey Officer Allen, how about a few beers,” Detective Nelson said as he noticed Officer Allen filling out some paperwork. “I wish, but I got a lot of papers to fill out; I arrested eight of Ali’s men tonight,” he boasted. “That calls for a few drinks, plus I’m buying,” Detective Nelson huffed not taking no for an answer. “Okay,” Officer Allen said throwing his hands up in surrender. “No way I can turn that down.” As soon as the two stepped outside the police station, the cool night air slapped them in the face. “Damn it’s kind of breezy out here tonight,” Officer Allen said out loud as he looked up, and saw a brown station wagon coasting down the street with three shooters hanging out of the window wearing ski masks and clutching fully automatic weapons. “Holy shit,” was the last word the officer spoke before the shooters opened fire.

The next ten seconds sounded like the fourth of July. The loud roar from the machine guns caused Detective Nelson to jump out of fear. Instantly he felt a bullet rip through his shoulder, causing blood to splatter all over his grey suit. Officer Allen didn’t stand a stance, as the gunmen riddled his body with bullets. By the time Detective Nelson pulled his gun from his holster, the station wagon was already turning the corner. “Fuck,” Detective Nelson growled with a sharp edge in his voice as he looked over and saw Officer Allen’s dead body sprawled out on the ground with his eyes open, where he laid silent forever.

 

 

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Yo make sure you dump this mutha fuckin station wagon,” G-money ordered as he and Skip hopped out of the vehicle. “I got you. I’m a ride out to this chop shop that’s right around the corner, and tell them to strip this mutha fucka clean,” Diesil assured G-money. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you down,” Benny said from the passenger seat. “Aight, give me your guns,” G-money said as he took Benny’s tech 9, and placed it in a duffle bag along with the other weapons. “Ya’ll get rid of the car and I’m gonna get rid of these guns,” G-money told them as he and Skip slid into the S.U.V. that awaited them.

“You seen the look on them fools faces when they seen us,” Skip laughed loudly taking his eyes off the road to look at G-money. “Them mutha fuckas ain’t know what to do,” G-money boasted as he lit up a blunt. “Them fucking crackers crossed the line when they fucked with my wife,” Skip said sourly as he slowed the car down when he reached the Brooklyn Bridge. Immediately G-money hung out the window, and tossed the duffle bag full of guns down into the Hudson River. “Aight, now we have to go change, then head to Madison Square Garden so that we can make it to Spanky’s fight on time,” G-money said fiddling with the radio. “Oh yeah, I forgot that shit was tonight,” Skip said out loud as he put the pedal to the metal.

 

 

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Tonight is just the beginning baby,” Freddie said out loud as he massaged Spanky’s shoulders as he got his hands wrapped inside the locker room. “I’m going to beat the shit out of this Spanish mutha fucka,” Spanky said sternly as he cracked his neck. “You think I put in all those hours in the gym to lose tonight? Fuck outta here. If that Spanish cat wants to win, then he’s going to have to kill me in that ring,” Spanky continued his rant.

“Tonight is your night baby,” Christie whispered as she planted a soft kiss on Spanky’s lips. “I’m going to knock this clown the fuck out tonight just for you baby,” he said giving Christie a wink. “I know you are boo,” she replied as she noticed Ali enter the locker room with a pregnant woman on his heels. “Long time no see,” Ali said as he kissed Christie on the cheek. “I been busy working, trying to blow up like you, big time,” she said playfully.

“What’s up champ,” Ali barked playfully throwing a left hook to see if his little brother was on point. “You going to have to come better than that,” Spanky said easily blocking his older brother’s left hook. “That’s what I like to hear,” Ali said as he gave his brother a hug. “Good luck out there; me and my new girl friend, Nancy, are going to be in the front row cheering you on,” Ali said introducing Nancy to everyone in the locker room. “I should fuck you up,” Spanky said playfully before he continued. “Why you ain’t tell me you was having a baby?” Ali let out a light chuckle before he spoke, “Nah it’s not even like that. She was pregnant when I met her. Our connection was so tight that once I met her, I just couldn’t let her go. You know what I’m saying?” “Yeah I feel you, whatever makes you happy,” Spanky said uninterested as a weird silence fell upon the locker room. “Well I’m Christie and it was very nice meeting you,” she said breaking the silence.

“Hey I’m going to need everybody to get the fuck out of here. We got a fight in twenty minutes and Spanky needs to stay focused,” Freddie growled as he tied up Spanky’s left glove. “Aight, good luck out there. We’re all going to be in the front row to support you,” Ali said as he and the girls headed for the door. Spanky nodded in agreement as Freddie tied up his right glove. “It’s show time baby,” Freddie spoke loudly to encourage and hype Spanky up. “It’s either going to be him or it’s going to be you,” his voice boomed as he slid the punching mitts on his hands. “One, two, three, just like we do it in the gym,” Freddie said placing the mitts eye level. With the quickness of lightning, Spanky threw a jab, followed by a right hook, ending it off with a vicious uppercut. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Freddie continued to speak loudly for extra emphasis.

 

 

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You ladies need anything from the concession stand,” Ali asked. “No thank you baby; I’m fine,” Nancy answered. “How about you, Christie?” “I’m so nervous, I can’t eat a thing,” she replied as she sat cross legged. “I’m so scared Spanky might get hurt,” she said as her eyes got watery just from the thought of her man getting hurt, let alone knocked out. “Spanky is a soldier. You know that better than anybody,” Ali tried to cheer Christie up as he saw G-money, and Skip searching for their seats. “Yo, over here,” Ali stood up waving his arms like he was signaling a plane.

“Ya’ll just made it to the fight; it starts in about five minutes,” Ali informed the two. “You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” G-money said as he kissed Christie on the cheek, he stopped short when he noticed Nancy sitting next to Christie. “What she doing here,” G-money questioned. “Nancy is my new girl. Nancy this is G-money, G-money this is Nancy,” Ali introduced the two. “I know who she is. She the girl who’s man used to whip her ass,” G-money spoke openly. “Don’t be ignorant all your life,” Ali said sharply as his brown eyes glittered dangerously. “It’s not her fault that her last man was a coward that liked to abuse women. All that matters now is that she’s with me and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t disrespect her.” “You right, my bad. We gotta start taking better care of our sisters out here,” G-money replied as he gave Nancy a hug. “Welcome to the family.” “Thank you,” Nancy shot back happy to be apart of Ali’s family.

“Check this out, I gotta talk to you about some serious shit,” G-money said as he and Ali stepped off to the side. “What’s up,” Ali asked sensing that it had to be something bad. “I know you heard the other night me, and Skip got locked up, right?” Ali answered with a head nod. “This mutha fucka, Detective Nelson, violated us and our shorties, so we went and wet up the whole precinct” G-money said nonchalantly. “You did what,” Ali barked. “He left me no option; I had to do it,” G-money said as he lowered his head shamefully. “Do you know what the fuck you just did?” “Yeah, I fucked up,” G-money replied. “Now we going to have to shut everything down for a while and sell our packages wholesale until this heat dies down,” Ali growled angrily. “Not to mention you going to have to lay low for a while now.” “Nobody saw my face.” “It doesn’t matter. We going to take the heat for it anyway since we got the biggest crew out. What other crew got the balls to do some shit like that?” “Yeah, you right,” G-money nodded his head in understanding. “You have to start using your head. We not in this shit for the reputation no more, we been past that bull shit. It’s all about the money now B,” Ali stated sternly. “We almost done with this drug shit anyway, remember this shit is nothing but a stepping stone. In about six to eight months all of our businesses will be up, and running. All we have to do is stay afloat and out of trouble until then, aight?” “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have did that shit, but I just had to. I can’t stand that punk ass detective.” “Well did you at least kill him,” Ali asked. “I’m not sure. I know for a fact I hit that fool though,” G-money boasted. “Who went on the hit with you?” “Me, Skip, Diesil, and Benny.” “What,” Ali asked not believing his ears. “You took big mouth Benny with you?” “Yeah, I needed another shooter,” G-money replied emptily. “I want you, and Skip to leave town for a little while; just until things cool down. I’m a holla at Diesil myself.” “What about Benny,” G-money asked. “I’m going to handle that clown myself,” Ali said as he noticed his brother’s opponent making his way towards the ring. “We going to talk about this later,” he said distractedly as the two headed back to their seats.

“This Spanish mutha fucka is kind of brolick,” Skip said out loud looking at how cut up and ripped the Spanish man’s body was. “None of that matters. It’s all about your skills,” Ali added as they all stood up and cheered when they saw Spanky and Freddie making their way to the ring.

As soon as Spanky stepped into the ring, the first thing he did was size up his opponent. “I got this,” he told himself. Spanky noticed that the majority of fans in the crowd were Spanish or Mexican, so he knew he would have to perform well because the judges usually showed favor to the fan’s favorite.

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