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Authors: KELVIN F JACKSON
Chapter 10
Mattie wasn’t cool with K going out of town. She had already begun to feel that dependency feeling again on a man, and that she was very uncomfortable with. He had told her that he would be leaving for no more than four days and there would be plenty money in the safe in case of emergency.
“Well dam, can I go with you?” she asked not wanting to be separated from him again.
“Please don’t make this more difficult than it is. You know I just took some losses and I need some
getback
. Plus I don’t know a lot about the town. If it’s some gunplay, I don’t want to take you into a situation like that.”
This really wasn’t the truth and Mattie could sense it. The truth was that with all the stress that K had been going through and the added stress of Reebie staying with them at the apartment, he needed some time away. He was also going through a mental battle over the rumors of Mattie’s other extra activities while he was locked up. He had come to find out that she had been on some real loose shit. He was really trying to work past the past.
“So you
just going
to leave me again? Alright that’s cool,
“ said
Mattie and stormed off to the bedroom with an attitude.
K just figured he’d deal with that later because he had other more urgent business to tend to. He had called Pook and Blass earlier and told them that he needed to
holla
at them about handling something. As he headed out of the apartment he considered trying to reason with Mattie, but decided against it. When he got to Pooks crib, they were there w
aiting. He gave them his plan
and
they
nodded in agreement. There was no argument that it was time to send a message.
*
* *
“How much did you take from them young chumps?” asked the fat dumpy cop as the two uniformed officers sat parked on the dark street.
“We got $2,200 so far and we still aint hit the north side,
“ said
the officer who closely resembled a rat in the face.
Rat and Fat had been taking hustler’s money for years. They had also built up a fear factor in the hood because they would sometimes put drugs on dudes who gave them a hard time. They had been beat walkers in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn until an investigation into a mysterious shooting death produced evidence that pointed fingers at the duo.
The sergeant that they were under made the evidence strangely disappear and immediately after, they were transferred to Long
I
sland
.
That was five years ago.
“Did you see them niggahs faces when I pulled that ounce of crack out of my pocket? The skinny kid looked like he was gonna shit himself,” said Ratman laughing hysterically.
“Yeah, we could do this shit forever and never ge
t caught because they are
too
scared
to go to jail,”
Fatface
continued.
The moon shined brightly overhead and every star was clearly visible. The two officers paid little attention to the car slowly approaching from the rear.
These fuckers are gonna put my kids through college and pay for the down payment on my new
house ,“
said Ratman.
Just as he was finishing his sentence the driver’s side window exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. The first slug from the AK-47 entered in the left side of Ratman’s head at the temple, and immediately exited taking with it his last thoughts.
As
Fatface
sat in shock,
fear
,
and horror looking at remains of what was left of his partners head in his lap, the roar of twin desert Eagles ripped through the front windshield
.
The first two shots from the cannon killed him and were followed by 10 more. They left gaping holes as the bullets tore through flesh like wet tissue and lodged in the backseat. What followed was a barrage of slugs attacking the vehicle from all sides that riddled the cruiser and insured a sudden death for both of the officers. Within twenty seconds it was over.
A half hour later K, Pook and Blass were leaving a close associates body shop where all the guns that were involved had been cut up and turned into scrap metal. With that problem solved; K and the cats in the hood could breathe a little easier. They would celebrate the next day, and the streets would be on fire for a while following the murder of two officers. But the message was sent.
K went and dropped off Pook and Blass and went to go re-up. Once again it was time to make moves.
Chapter 11
“What’s up with this nigga Skulls? I aint seen him in a couple of days,” K said to Dark.
“The last time I saw him he was with some cat from Queens that he brought out here
.“
“Word?
That’s cool, “K said as he placed a rubber band around the 13th and 14th of the thousand dollar $taxxx they were counting.
They had both noticed Skulls begin to act shady, but K and Dark didn’t lose sight of the mission. They’d hit Allentown
,
PA a week earlier and had already made the 90 minute trip back to N.Y. twice. Now as they began to learn the new territory, they continued to meet new
people. The streets of Center C
ity were flooded with heroin, weed, coke, and
crack. There were literally bars on every other corner throughout the town. The one-way streets and narrow back alleyways were quickly identified as accessible escape routes in emergency situations. K heard a commotion outside the apartment and walked over to peek out of the curtain to the street below.
“I don’t want to deal with nobody but Darkside. Ya’ll don’t hook me up like he do,
“ said
the Caucasian hooker with the heavy make-up.
“He aint here ma, but I
gotchu
,
“ said
the young Puerto
Rican
worker
under
Dante’s employ.
“Well when will he be back? I got $700 and I know you aint gonna hook me up like he will,
“ she
stated looking defeated.
K looked back over his shoulder at Dante AKA Darkside.
“Yo, one of your regulars is out here and she
don’t
wanna
deal with nobody else.”
When they first got to town, K shouldn’t have been surprised that Dark had rented an apartment on a block with the heaviest drug traffic in the city. Never send a stick-up kid to do a hustlers job. Fortunately for the duo, one was a thinker. There was an eight unit building on the opposite side of the street. The building had off street parking. It also had a rear entrance and windows that faced the main strip. After scouting the area for two days K approached an elderly couple that lived in the building across the street. He made them an offer to relocate them to wherever they wished, plus $1500 which they happily and immediately accepted. K rationalized that this was a small price to pay for the cause. Now as they stood in the small but nicely furnished two bedroom apartment listening to the conversation outside, K realized it was money well spent.
“Let me go handle this. She always spends heavy. I
wanna
make sure we don’t lose her,” Darkside said as he quickly headed out of the apartment.
As K heard the door close he took a look around the apartment. He figured if he was going to spend a lot of time here, he might as well make it comfortable. The thick dark green carpeting he’d had professionally installed was offset by the cream colored Italian leather sofa and loveseat combo. Two newly purchased oil paintings of abstract art hung on the walls of the living room. 70 inches of widescreen television, which played every cable channel available occupied the wall opposite the sofa. He dropped onto the couch with the remote and began flipping through channels. He looked at his watch noted that he would need an upgrade soon from his plain faced Rolex.
Where is this goddam
n
bitch?
He thought calling Mattie’s cell phone for the 40th time. He had also made numerous calls to the apartment which went unanswered as well. This sent his imagination on overdrive. Becoming frustrated with the unanswered calls to the apartment as well as the ones to Mattie’s cell phone, K turned off the TV and hit the streets to see what he could find to occupy his attention. He remembered a local spot at a hotel on Hamilton Street that he’d heard Dark say was a hangout for the locals. K was far from being blind to the large number of cuties that were in the town, but he was more focused on taking his hustle game to another level. He exited the apartment and headed down the back stairs that led to the alley where the rental was parked.
As he headed to the rental he noticed the locals, a few elderly couples, sitting on their porches living life and was slightly consumed by quilt. This place was nothing like his hood in NY which he had left. This was a quiet place where people felt comfortable letting children and grandchildren play outside without the threat of violence. But on the front side of the building in an apartment across the street, he and Dark were contributing to the destruction of their community. He pushed the thought out of his mind knowing that if he wanted to get where he was trying to be, he had no room for empathy. He could hear the sounds of salsa music playing a few doors down from where the elderly couple
lived as he hit the button on the key ring releasing the automatic locks on the rental.