A Gangsters Melody (11 page)

feeling myself getting emotional as Mama Belle’s car pulled up. Mr. Rufus was driving and he came around to her door to help her out. As she made her way up the walk way she shot me a cold and sinister stare then rolled her eyes and continued on into her house. I returned the rolling of the eyes and continued my conversation.

“Anyway, like I was saying we’re going to get it popping for your birthday. Make sure ya’ll bring ya’ll nappy headed asses down to the Salon so I can twist ya’ll up on the house.” I said.

“Damn bitch it’s about time you gave us something on the house. You got the hottest hair joint in the city for the past 5 months and you just now giving something up for free?” Monica joked.

“Oh bitch shut up. I learned how to hustle from you. So kick yourself in the ass” I joked back.
“Nah seriously Tiffany, I’m proud of you. The house, the cars, the degree, the Salons. Keep doing your thing girl. And hold on to that nigga Travon, I talk a lot of shit but he is definitely holding you down so don’t mess that up. And by the way tell him I want front row and backstage passes to the Jay Z and Mary J. Blige concert for my birthday. And tell him to tell Jay Z to shout me out for my birthday.” She requested.
“I got you, but speaking of Travon, let me go girl I’ll holler at you later.” I said, standing up and kissing her on the cheek
“Look at you rushing home to that nigga. He got you dick whipped really good.” She said, laughing.
“Yeah whatever, it ain’t even like that. It’s just that this music shit got him running in and out of town all crazy. So I have to get my time in when I can.” I explained.
“Call it what you want. Your ass is whooped.” She replied.
“Anyway. I’ll call you later.” I said, heading towards my car.
“Hey. On some real shit you need to squash that shit with Ms. Belle.” She said
“Good bye Monica.” I said, not looking back, and she was right. I was rushing home to my man. And yes he did have me whipped.

“Damn, them young boys still out there?” Don’t they switch up shifts or anything? Travon asked, as they were once again parked across the street from Horse’s stash house.

That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They real sloppy with they shit.” Skillz replied.
“Easy money baby.” Lorenzo added.
It better be easy money because bullets is expensive and I’d hate to have to waste both clips on them motherfuckers in there.” Big John said, semi-jokingly.
“Okay killer, calm down. Everything’s going to go down nice and smooth, ain’t it Skillz?” Travon asked, for reassurance.
“That’s right boss.” Skill reassured.
“Alright Renzo, is everybody in place?” Travon asked.
“Yeah, the goons are around that corner and the bitches are around the other corner. Everybody is waiting for the call.” Lorenzo pointed out.
“Look at them boys all off point and shit. It’s a whole new world down here. Well anyway, time to take them to school. Renzo, make the call. Let’s get this show on the road.” Travon instructed.”
“I’m on it boss, but are you sure you want to go in with us? I mean, that’s what you pay us for. So we can get our hands dirty and you can stay clean. You know, the pawns protect the king.” Lorenzo stated, loyally.
“Listen dog, I feel you on that. But in every good war movie the general goes to war with his soldiers. So let’s do it.” Travon said, cocking both of his weapons.
“Damn, that’s what’s up. That’s why I fucking love you dog. I would take a fucking case or a bullet for you any day. Just remember that.” Lorenzo stated, wholeheartedly as he chirped the waiting parties.
“Everybody ready?” He asked
“Yeah we ready.” Felicia answered.
“Ready over here too” Gary chirped in.
“Alright, Felicia go, Gary you stand by. And Felicia, make it good.” Lorenzo instructed.
“Don’t I always make it good baby?” Felicia flirted.
Felicia and Candace head down the street walking and looking as sexy and provocative as possible. Felicia stood about 5 foot 6 with a pretty dark chocolate skin tone. She wore her hair cut in a Rhianna-like style. Her body was stacked, measuring 38-24-40. She wore a pair of very short Dolce and Gabbana shorts and a form fitting half shirt. Candace on the other hand, was 5 foot 4 with a redbone complexion, and fire red hair that came down to the middle of her back. She wore Gucci sneakers and a one piece BCBG short set. She was just as stacked as Felicia was. Getting the show started, they walk passed the two young boys and started a conversation that they were sure would get their attention.
“Girl I sucked that niggas dick until he came all over my face and titties.” Felicia said, loud enough for the young boys to hear.
“Was that before or after he was fucking you while you was sucking my clit?” Candace played along.
“Girl I don’t even remember. There was so much fucking and sucking going on last night that my head was spinning.” Felicia continued, noticing that the plan worked like a charm. She looked at one of them and licked her lips and he took the bait.
“Damn ladies, what’s popping?” Young buck #1 asked.
“Please baby. Ya’ll little niggas wouldn’t know what to do with all of this.” Candace responded, rubbing her ass provocatively.
“Shit baby are you crazy? Don’t let the age fool you. We holds it down, and we got a pocket full of money.” Young buck #2 stated, as he pulled a wad of money from his pocket.
“Sure you do little man. Come on girl let’s go, here take the keys.” Felicia said, tossing the keys to Candace who missed them on purpose so that she could bend over in front of the young boys and show that she wore no panties under her mini skirt.
“Hold on. Why ya’ll leaving? We got the drink and we got the smoke. We about to get lit right here. Why don’t ya’ll chill with us?” Young buck #1 asked.
“Look boo. We are classy bitches. We don’t stand on nobody’s block and get smoked out. We do that in the comfort of our own homes. Now if ya’ll think ya’ll can hang, then come on and chill with us for a little while so we can turn ya’ll young asses out.” Felicia said, licking her lips again.
“Yeah ya’ll kind of cute, so come on we’ll play with you for a little while.” Candace added, stroking young buck #1’s cheek.
“Come on baby, can’t we chill right here? We can’t move from in front of this house right now.” Young buck #1 pleaded.
“Aww shit ya’ll little niggas can’t even leave from in front of the crib? Come on girl let’s get the fuck out of here.” Candace said, grabbing Felicia’s arm.
“Hold on. We just handling a little business right now but let’s exchange numbers and we’ll hook up later.” Young buck # 2 said, trying to save face.
“Well walk us around the corner to our car at least damn. You can do that can’t you?” Felicia asked, getting aggravated.
“Alright ma. But make it quick.” Young buck # 2 said.
“Don’t worry we will.” Candace stated, slyly.
They walked around the corner side by side while Travon and the boys watched it finally go down from across the street.
“Alright Gary, ya’ll are up.” Lorenzo said, chirping the phone.
When they turned the corner Gary and his boys are pretending to shoot dice. When the girls and the young bucks walk passed, Gary and his boys pull their weapons and catch the young bucks off guard.
“Alright give it up young boys.” Gary instructed, before chirping Lorenzo “We good over here.”
“Alright cool. Patrice go.” Lorenzo chirped.
Patrice made her way up to the front door and started banging with all of her might. Maleek looked through the peephole and then opened the door.
“Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to get your pretty ass shot?” Maleek asked, not noticing that the two young bucks were missing.
“Yo. The young boys is getting jacked up the block. They told me to come and get you.” Patrice said, frantically as if she were trying to receive an Oscar for her performance.
“What the fuck? Which way?” Maleek said, looking around.
“Down there and around the corner.” Patrice said, pointing to the corner.
Maleek pulled out his gun and stepped passed Patrice. As soon as she was behind him she pulled out her gun and put it to the back of his head, and signaled for Travon and the boys to come across the street.
“Drop it pussy.” Patrice instructed.
“Bitch are you trying to die?” Maleek asked, still not dropping his weapon.
“Nah nigga is you?” Patrice asked, cocking the hammer.
At the sight of Travon and the boys coming across the street with their guns drawn Maleek finally dropped his weapon on the ground.
“Let’s go playboy, back inside.” Travon ordered.
“Are ya’ll motherfuckers crazy? Do you know who shit ya’ll fucking with?” Maleek barked.
“Shut the fuck up and open the door.” Big John said, hitting Maleek in the back of the head with his gun.
Maleek reluctantly opened the door and just as Lorenzo said there are women totally naked at the table bagging drugs, cooking drugs and counting money. All are naked except for one who is wearing an apron. They pushed Maleek through the door and caught the ladies by surprise.
“All ya’ll bitches get your hands up and shut the fuck up.” Travon demanded.
“Yo Skillz watch the door, Big John watch this motherfucker.” Lorenzo instructed.
“Bags.” Travon yelled out, and they all pulled out garbage bags from their back pocket.
“Okay ladies let’s go. Everything in the bag. Every pack, capsule, dollar and every grain of fucking coke. Travon ordered, waiving his gun, as the girls did what they were told.
“Ya’ll clowns just signed your own death certificates. Do you know whose shit ya’ll are fucking with?” Maleek said.
“Keep it up pussy, and your next words will be your last ones.” Big John said, cocking his gun and putting it to his head.
“Look motherfucker you tell that nigga Horse that we tried to play fair. All I wanted was a piece of the pie, now I’m taking the whole fuckin’ thing.” Travon said.
“Yeah ya’ll bitch ass niggas think it’s a fucking game? Tell your boss the game is over.” Lorenzo said, momentarily taking his eyes off of the girls.
That split second caused all hell to break loose. The girl with the apron pulls out an Ak-47. Her first target is Lorenzo, and she catches him in the shoulder. The other girls flip the table over and pull out guns that are duct taped under the table. Travon and the guys take cover and return fire. Maleek tries to run, but doesn’t get far before Big John shoots him in the leg. The gun battle doesn’t last long because except for the table the girls have no real cover. While Travon, and the boys have the walls, and different sections of the house for perfect cover. It isn’t long before each of the girls is picked off one at a time. Except for the one with the apron who is laying down heavy fire with the AK-47. So far she has hit Lorenzo in the shoulder and Big John in the leg. The barrage of bullets coming from her weapon is so steady that the guys can’t come from behind their cover to return fire. The girl gets smart and starts to shoot through the walls to draw them out into the open. But just when her plan was starting to work, Gary who had snuck around to the side of the house, sticks his 9mm through the window and ends the assault with two well placed shots to the back of her head.
“Sounded like ya’ll niggas needed some help.” Gary said, jokingly looking through the window.
“You are always right on time son. Remind me to give you a bonus. Is everybody alright?” Travon asked, checking on his crew.
“Yeah I’m good, the bullet went stra’ight through. That fucking bitch got the drop on me.” Lorenzo stated, grimacing in pain.
“Yeah and I’m going to tell the whole crew that you let a broad get the drop on you too.” Big John joked.
“Yeah whatever. You should have seen your big fat ass trying to scurry across the living room when she popped you in the leg.” Lorenzo joked back.
“Okay. Ya’ll grab the shit and let’s go.” Travon ordered.
“What about him?” Skillz asked, pointing to Maleek.
“Oh yes my little messenger. I want you to tell your boy Horse that Travon Outlaw is in town and I’m going to make my presence felt until he can’t take it no fucking more.” Travon said, through gritted teeth.
“Travon Outlaw? You’re Travon Outlaw?” Maleek said, grimacing and holding his leg.
“Yeah why? My name is starting to ring bells around here ain’t it?” Travon joked.
“Yeah motherfucker. You and your bitch bought the rims for my truck. Thanks for the 10 gee’s. I should have popped your bitch right after I took it, but I’d rather fuck her after my mans and them deal with your bitch ass.” Maleek said, laughing. Those were his last words before Travon stood up and fired three shots into his face.
“Damn Tray? Now how are we going to get the message to Horse?” Skillz asked.
“Don’t worry he’ll get the message. Let’s go.” Travon ordered.

“Yeah whoever came through here wasn’t fucking around.” His partner Detective Williams responded.
“Okay so let’s piece this shit together.” Detective Williams said, looking around.
“Okay, from what I can see a gun battle took place between the broads behind the table and whoever stood right about here.” Detective Johnson said, pointing to the staircase where Travon stood about 2 hours ago.
“And right about here, and over there and over there.” Detective Williams added, pointing to where Skillz, Big John, and Lorenzo each stood.
“Okay. Question? The line of fire is this way correct?” Detective Johnson asked pointing towards the door.
“Yup.” Detective Williams concurred.
“Well then why is the back of this woman’s head blown off? Let’s see here, come on baby talk to me.” Detective Johnson said, as he pulled out a flashlight and looked for clues.
“This motherfucker done went crazy, talking to dead naked women.” Williams joked.
“Yeah I get practice every night when I go to bed with my wife.” Johnson joked back.
“Now you know I’m going to tell her at the BBQ Saturday right?”
“I bet you will you snitch, Bingo.” Johnson said, looking out of the window.
“What you got?” Williams asked.
“Another shooter took her out from right here. Must have snuck around back.” Johnson said.
“Okay one mystery down. Next question. Who’s this guy, one of the shooters?” Williams said, referring to Maleek.
“No it doesn’t make sense.”
“You’re right. These are close range wounds. If they are close enough to take him out no need to be behind the table.” “Well let’s see who he was. At least he’s got clothes on for us to go through.” Johnson said, bending down and going through Maleek’s pockets. “Maleek Stapelton. Ring a bell?” he asked his partner.
“No but my snitch knows everybody, hold on a second.” He responded , As he dials a number on his cell phone.
“Hey what’s up? …Maleek Stapelton, give me the run down on him. Mmm hmm..Right right Okay. I owe you one. Talk to you later. Okay. Homeboy right here was the security for the ladies. This was apparently a stash house for a major player named Horse and according to my C.I. there’s always two more guards outside of the house. So either their bodies will turn up or they were in on it.” Williams stated.
“Okay. Last mystery. What do you make of that?” Johnson said, pointing to the bloody 718 on the wall.
“You got me on that one. I’ll run it through the data base downtown and see if it’s a new gang or something.” Williams responded, before being interrupted by Lt. Daniels their superior officer.
“Sweet Jesus. Please tell me you guys have answers for me.” Lt. Daniels pleaded.
“Pretty much a drug jack move sir. We’ve pretty much figured everything out except for the numbers on the wall.” Williams answered.
“718 huh? Code name for any of the local gangs?” Lt. Daniels asked.
“None that we know of sir but we’re going to run it through the system.” Johnson answered.
“Well whatever you’re going to do, do it fast. I want this mess cleared up A.S.A.P. I can already tell it’s going to be raining bodies for the next few days.” Lt. Daniels said.