Jac
Almost 3 hours in, after hopping on I-20 to Rayville, Louisiana. I sat in the passenger's seat of Black's ride as The Chronic album faintly sounded throughout the speakers. My blood boiled badly, till the point that a drank nor kush could ease my mind. I couldn't wrap my mind around what happened to my nigga. Rome was cool, no doubt but I wasn't really rocking with him like that but all in all he was a cool nigga from the little I did know. All that was on my mind was deading Sina sooner than later, by all means. I was heated. This nigga took out my cousin, one of my best friends and a nigga I was cool with. There's no letting any of this shit get a pass and that's on my mama, I won't stop until this nigga somewhere stanking, I'm on one.
Before jumping on this highway, we had to get my niggas, Boadie and Terrence, Trev's brother. Trev's people were taking the news hard especially his mama. Terrence had to calm her down. She was having a nervous breakdown in front of his younger siblings and he had to keep her at ease until his auntie made it to his house before he could actually leave out with us. That, I understood...
I sighed before running my hands down my face. I turned around in my seat to look at my nigga Terrence who sat behind me in the backseat. "You good nigga?", I queried.
He didn't say a word, only gave me a simple head nod before gazing out the window at the ongoing traffic. I sat correctly in my seat. I clenched my jaws as I tried to put my mind elsewhere as the ride continued. As Black kept his eyes on the busy road ahead of him, he took his right hand and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a hard pack of Newports, he pulled out a square and put it to his mouth. Letting the pack rest on his lap, he took a b.i.c lighter and lit it.
With the thick tension lingering throughout the car due to multiple personalities dealing with stress, anybody with the no clue of what the fuck was going could feel this shit at an instant. No one bothered to say a word for the hours spent. After a while we hopped off the highway and drove into the night of Rayville. Night had officially fell and the streets weren't heavy with traffic. As we rode down the narrow dark road, I couldn't help but feel the tires rotate against the beaten street, which carried more potholes than cracks. The shit was terrible but driving slowly, Black managed to get by without flattening his tires.
After a couple of minutes or so, Black pulled into a parking lot of an apartment complex...
Rayville West
122 Coenen Dr
Rayville, LA - 71269...
Black turned the car off and turned in a way which made him able to see all of us. "Aight look, be easy up in there man. These niggas with the shits. Guns lying around, shit, even the bitches get down with them hammers. It's all business in there and shit, we will get searched so leave the pistols in here. Real shit, they know me and I still get searched but y'all random niggas in my nigga's Des eyes, so the shit all mandatory when walking into this nigga's crib.", Black explained.
Terrence and I both understood and answered with a simple "aight". I mean the whole lil situation was understandable. Buddy ass don't know us. I'd be on the same shit if new niggas were coming to my spot to do business. Shit, you never know anyone's true intentions...
"So if these niggas try to dead us then what the fuck we do, just stand around and let it happen since we not strapped?", Boadie queried."Stand around smilin in a house full of niggas we never met and shit", Boadie continued.
Black put his attention on Boadie. "Nigga don't do or say no dumb shit that'll get ya ass handed to you, that's what you gone do man. Take heed to what the fuck I'm sayin and shit, our reason for comin out here is to get some new shit anyway, we'll be leavin with some clean gats. Put that attitude in ya back pocket and come on so we can be in and outta there", Black said in an exasperated tone.
Boadie smacked his lips before speaking. "Yeah, aight", he said as he took his pistol from his pants and slid it under the seat as we all followed suite.
"Aight, let's go", Black said as he opened the door.
We all got out of the whip and walked through the parking lot, only to be met by another nigga who was walking ahead of us, with a backpack on his back. As we walked along the walkway we followed behind him from the same distance. He would often look back, shit, I would too if 4 niggas were trailing behind me but shit, nobody thinking about his bum ass.
He walked onto the one step of the small porch. He knocked as we stood behind him and waited along with him. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as we waited. The unknown nigga turned slightly. "Y'all here for that nigga Rush?", he queried trying to make unwanted conversation.
"Naw", Black said blankly not wanting to talk any further.
Before he could respond, the tumblers of the locks clicked which caused him to turn towards the door. Black gazed at me for a sec before putting his attention on the door. "Take ya hands out of ya pockets nigga", he said assuming that they'll feel that I was on some other shit but I have my hands in my pockets with my thumbs out. I'm open to conversation. I know exactly what my body language means.
I left my hands where they were and with that the door opened and some bodyguard ass nigga answered the door. Telling old dude to come in, letting us come in afterwards. Another nigga stopped at the door while they had ol dude take off his backpack to proceed with his pat down
After he was finished patting dude and sent him on his way upstairs, we were next. One by one we were searched and once it was understood that we ain't have shit on us, the nigga who searched us called out; "Chasity", he said in a louder tone as he held on tight to the backpack.
We awaited. As we did so, Regulate by Warren G sounded through another door, with the stench of burning plastic and saliva seeping through the cracks of the door. Meaning that they were cooking up some good white. The door opened and a Dominican woman grabbed the bag before gazing our way. A smirk crept upon her face. "Black", she said in a greet as she gazed at the rest of us. "These ya guys?", she asked rhetorically before biting her lip. "Follow me", she said as she turned around and let us into a room full of people.
The stench became more evident and it was not only burning my eyes but yelling "fuck my nose"...
Most of the people in this place were sitting around, smoking, snorting, sipping, counting money and minding their own. Oblivious to us new niggas while the rest kept their eyes on us.
The woman, Chasity swayed her hips and walked that lil body over to some nigga that was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. She handed him the backpack as she took a seat next to him...
He set the bag aside as he ended his conversation and stood to his feet. A smirk appeared on his face. "What's poppin nigga", he greeted as him and Black exchanged pound hugs.
"Same ol shit nigga but these my niggas, Jac, Boadie and Terrence", he stated to the dude. "And this my nigga Des", he introduced us.
"What's goin on", he said as he gave us each pound hugs. "Aight, so y'all here for them clean choppas, shit, let's get to it and head to the back", he said to us before gazing at Chasity. "Aye ma, put that bag in my room and get in that kitchen and help Raven package that shit, quarter pounds ma", he said and with that she grabbed the bag and gazed at me and gave me a soft smile before heading to the back.
Des caught sight of that but didn't bother saying shit. We followed him into the dining area which was slightly closed off. A room full of niggas who were drinking and playing spades. Money spreaded across the table, having a heated conversation due to the game.
"What's up Black", one of the niggas who were playing the game stood up as he gave him a pound hug as he followed suite and greeted us.
The dudes sitting around the table greeted us all from where they sat. "Let me get the straps", Des said as he headed towards a doorless room within the dining room.
"Y'all gettin straps huh, that clean shit", one of the niggas spoke. "Who y'all tryin to dead, the shit evident since y'all tryin to move in silence, leavin no evidence behind. Nola right?", he queried.
I nodded."Yeah, out in the Nola", I answered only what I wanted in that question.
He chuckled. "The only nigga I can think of that can keep mothafuckas on their toes out there is that nigga Sina", he stated as he took a swig of the beer he had in front of him. "That nigga is deadly and naw, it ain't no dick ridin, facts. That nigga been a problem for years, movin in silence. Got an ample amount of bodies dead out there", he said.
"That nigga ain't shit and that's on my mama, he ain't gone be walkin around that bitch too much longer", I said becoming livid all over again.
Another nigga spoke. "You think it's that simple huh young buck? That nigga ain't for none. Niggas run over here for clean guns to be at that nigga neck only to get knocked off in the process. Like my nigga spoke, shit, that nigga a problem out there. If you really on some shit, don't let fear or the way he hustle get ya killed", he spoke.
Black furrowed his eyebrows right along with me. "Ain't nobody livin off fear around this bitch, that nigga did some fucked up shit. My nigga Terrence", he said pointing to him. "That nigga killed his brother last night. His brother, our nigga. Shit, killed him and his brother's friend last night. Shit and that nigga dead his cousin", he said pointing to me.
"On baby", Boadie spoke for the first time since we've been in here.
"And that's exactly why this nigga gettin his tonight, we not about to be sittin around while this nigga walkin around like he can't be touched.", I said bluntly.
Des walked out with a big black case. Sitting it on the table, he spoke as he slid rubber gloves onto his hands. "So y'all dealin with that nigga Sina huh?", he queried as he unlocked the case. "I overheard y'alls conversation and what I do know from the hear say is that, the nigga won't fuck with a mothafucka unless he's bein fucked over", he said as he set the key aside. "So what did these niggas do to set that crazy ass Nola boy off, nigga with the shits, I hear. Shit, just as crazy as me and these niggas but they say he's ruthless, meanin he'll do whatever, whenever", Des said.
I sighed. "Man, him and my cousin were cool and he ended up owin that nigga some money and shit got real. And last night my nigga and his friend were to go dead that nigga and the shit backfired and he ended up deadin them", I said in an exasperated tone.
My blood boiled with having to explain that shit...
Another nigga spoke. "So that nigga dead them both by himself?", he queried.
I balled up my fist because I knew that nigga was tryin to be funny and on everything, it's taking me a lot to keep calm and not say some shit to this nigga. I don't know how these niggas get down.
I ignored that shit...
Des spoke. "Shit, it's business at the end of the day so I understand his reasons and y'all reasons and shit, I don't know the nigga. I only hear about his ass causing havoc out there. Just be smart goin into this situation, y'all about to be playin with the devil around that bitch", Des said as he opened the black case.
Another nigga spoke. "Real shit, we been in this game for years and once we started hearin about him, we never stopped. Niggas around the way scared of that lil mothafucka" he continued.
Growing annoyance of the moronic shit that was coming from these niggas mouths, I decided to keep quiet. The way these niggas dick ridin, you would think that they were fans of the nigga or scared themselves. I see beyond the facade. The pat downs at the door, the music; all this extra bullshit was nothing but a front from some old ass niggas who had guns. None of these niggas seemed like they were with the shits. I sighed as I stuffed my hands into my pockets.
"Aight", Des spoke before continuing. "Clean shit, shipped to a nigga straight from the factory with amo. Never touched by bare hands. I got the Beretta 92s 92 TTC STAR 9mm, Burnt Bronze Glock G17 9mm Nato TMT, Ruger SR1911 Stainless Commander 45ACP 4.3, Ruger 3248 LC9S PRO 9mm Black, no safety. This all is would have you at 4,600 and that's because they're clean, came with amo, the brand's and the design. Shit, it should be more but that's where it's at. I ain't gone let y'all touch the shit if y'all not interested because I don't need y'all prints on it and I ain't got no gloves for y'all", he carried on.
Black gazed at us. "What y'all think?", he queried.
I shrugged. "Hell yeah man let's get them, shit seems legit and we came 3 hours for it, shit we better leave with somethin", I said to him before gazing at Boadie and Terrence. "Y'all good on this shit?", I queried.
"Yeah man, hurry this shit up so we can go", Boadie said.
This nigga...
Des handed me and Black the guns we were eyeing. We touched them, we gotta buy them. I smiled a bit. "Yeah man, I'm fuckin with this shit heavy", I said.
"Swear to God", Black said as he moved it a bit, getting a feel of the weight of it. "This shit right", he stated.
"Gone head and give him y'all stacks, I'll pay the 1,600", I said as I dug into my pocket for a stack which was wrapped with a rubber band. I pulled out a few hundreds and counted 6 before handing the money over to Des. The others had already paid him...
"Yo Chasity", Des called out and after a second or so she walked into the room.
"What you need bae?", she queried.
He handed her the money. "Recount this for me", Des said in response.
"I got you", she spoke before gazing at us. "I couldn't help but overhear the conversation y'all had about Sina", she said as she began to count.
"What I tell you about stayin out of a man's conversation", Des spoke.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "Look, I figured that they could use some info", she stated. "First and foremost, Sina really does keep to himself and some niggas that has beef don't know what he looks like. He's kinda discreet and usually he's with his niggas so without a visual you wouldn't know who's who", she stated before carrying on. "Do y'all know what he looks like?", she queried.
"Shit, we only seen a group of niggas, don't really know who's who", I said to her causing the niggas sitting around the table to laugh.
One of the niggas spoke. "So y'all after a nigga y'all never really seen, just ridin around beefin with no faces", he laughed.
Tuning him out I continued to talk to Chasity. "What you gettin at?", I questioned.
"Give me a second", she said before handing the money over to Des. She left the dining room.
Waiting for her to come back into the room. Des took our guns from us and put them in a similar black case which was smaller. He closed the case and handed it to Black. "Good lookin", Black said.
"Y'all good", he said in response.
Chasity walked back into the room with something in hand. A wallet size photo. "My little cousin Crystal used to go with Sina back when I lived in Houston, around the time where he first became "Sina". She messed up once and his ass gave up on their relationship completely, had her heartbroken for months and I never cared for him ever since. He's a grade A fuck nigga", she spoke as she handed me the photo. "That's a homecoming photo of them, you can keep it so you can find that clown ass nigga, the only thing different about him right now is that he has tattoos out the ass but he looks the same, I saw him a couple of years back", she stated.
I gazed at the photo and instantly grew angry as he held a goofy smirk upon his face...
"Thanks", I said as I stuffed the photo into my pocket.
She nodded...
"Aight man, we about to dip out", Black said as he gave Des a pound hug and the rest of us followed suite...
As we were making an exit we couldn't help but hear Des going in on Chasity. "Bitch, you should know better than to be out here snitchin to these lil niggas, now if Sina find out what ya ass did and dead them niggas and ya stupid ass; don't look to me to avenge ya death. I got better shit to do. If you knew better you would do better. That's why I send you to do other shit when I got people around. You talk too much---"...
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After hopping off of the highway, we drove around the Nola in hope of running into that bitch ass nigga. It shouldn't be so hard to find that nigga. Ain't no moving in silence, this nigga was hiding out because he already know what's to come. After about an hour, we said fuck it for the time being and headed to the gas station. Tank was full but niggas had the munchies. Boadie and Terrence occupied the whip...
Shell Gas Station
6201 S Claiborne Ave...
Black and I walked into the gas station to get some backwoods and some chips and shit. I walked the aisle while Black was up front asking for scratch offs and rollies.
I grabbed a bunch of chips, honey buns and all that. I walked back up front and paid for my shit. After the cashier gave me my change, he also handed me a plastic bag. As I bagged my shit I began talking.
Black already started fucking around with his scratch off. "Nigga, I'm tired of playin cat and mouse with this nigga", I said as I held my bag and left out the door with Black. "I swear man, I gotta dead Sina. This shit is eatin at me", I said as we walked the empty gas station towards the car.
"We'll dead that nigga, sooner than later. Don't trip", Black said. "These clean choppas gone make shit so easy out here whoa", Black said as he walked around to the driver's side.
Just as I made it to the passenger's side, I was startled by coughing. I turned around to see a dirty ass nigga sitting on the sidewalk along the entrance of the gas station near the dumpster. He was just staring at a nigga. "Nigga, nobody got shit for ya sorry ass, don't even ask me for shit", I spat knowing that all he wanted was some change.
Bum ass....