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Chapter Twenty-five
Millie left the correctional facility in disbelief, just getting the news that Apple had died in his sleep a few weeks back. The doctors said he died from a heart attack, but Millie knew the real cause of death was from a father's grief. Millie had no alliance and would have to get Seven on her own. After an hour drive back to Flint, she pulled up to her home and grabbed the book bag full of money that sat in her passenger's side. She got out and looked at the setting sun, which gave the sky a purple hue. She took a deep breath and headed to her door. Once Millie approached her doorstep, she got a funny feeling for some reason. Something didn't seem right. She stopped in her tracks just before she put the key in the keyhole. She heard movement inside of her apartment and quickly stepped away from the door and reached into the book bag where the gun was tucked. Millie heard a gun cock from the inside of her house and she instinctively took off running to the car, knowing that Seven had sent someone to finish the job. She frantically jumped in the car and started it up, but the sound of shots thumping the metal on the car made her pause and duck for cover.
“Aw shit!” she yelled as glass shattered onto her head and the sounds of bullets whizzing by her head erupted. Knowing that she had to get out of there fast, she threw the car into drive trying to get away from the raining bullets. She put her foot on the gas and the tires screeched as she drove wildly out of the parking lot, jumping a curb, causing the car to do a small wheely. Millie slightly peeked up so she could barely see over the steering wheel as the bullets continued to fly non-stop. She finally got far enough where the bullets stop hitting the car and sat up breathing heavily as her heart raced what seemed to be a thousand beats per minute. Millie drove a couple of miles down the road and turned onto a dark side street to gather herself. She made sure no one was tailing her before she pulled over to the side of the road and threw the car into park.
“Fuck you, Seven!” she screamed loudly as if he could hear her cry from where he was. She hit her wheel repeatedly, taking out all of her frustrations. Millie knew that she would have to come at Seven a different way than she had originally planned. He had too much clout in the street for her to try to pay one of his own to get at him. She would have to lay low and resurface wiser and more strategic. Millie tuned the car around and headed toward the freeway. She was on her way back home, to her original home . . . Baltimore, Maryland.
Chapter Twenty-six
Three Years Later
Millie looked around the room and watched as the two young females cut the heroin and packaged it up, while wearing doctors masks.
“You are cutting that pack too much,” Millie said as she stood over the shoulder of one of the girls sitting at the table. She noticed that she was putting too much lactose on the dope, making it less potent. “That's a sure way to lose customers. Putting out stepped on dope ain't good business,” Millie taught, thinking about the days when she used to shoot dope and when she would get a weak pack. She knew how it felt to get stuck with subpar product and that reason alone used to make her go to the opposite side of the town. She was speaking from experience, but the girls would have never known.
They were cramped up in a small apartment in lower east side Baltimore. Millie was counting the money and placing it in a duffle bag, preparing it for Lovie. Lovie was a seventeen-year-old who worked as a mule for Millian. She traveled back and forth from Newark and Canada, transporting dope for Millie. Millie had been back home in Baltimore for three years and within that time she got clean, used Apple's money and connect to get back in the dope game, and became Millie of old: the hustler. Millie once was a part of a crew that reigned supreme in Baltimore, but when death and treachery among the crew entered, their reign ended and Millie moved to Flint. Now Millie was back in her comfort zone and making money; reestablishing her street credibility through Baltimore's black market.
“You ready, li'l mama?” Millie asked as a cigarette hung from the right side of her mouth. Millie had picked up some weight, roughly fifteen pounds. However, it looked good on her. Millie stood up and walked to the table where the two girls where sitting and repeated herself.
“Ready?” Millie asked again.
“Yeah, I'm ready,” Lovie said as she pulled down the mask and sat back in her chair as if she was tired. She had been cutting dope for four hours straight and she was mentally exhausted, having to focus on one thing for so long. Millie emphasized that every pack had to be cut just right, so it required precision. Lovie was brown-skinned with a thick frame. She had been a product of the streets and daughter of a drug addict. She could relate to street life and when Millie found her tricking by her apartment, she quickly took her under her wing.
“Cool, here is your bus ticket and a Russian female with a red flower in her hair is going to pick you up. She will tell you what to do when you get there,” Millie instructed.
“I know, Millie. You give me this speech every single time,” Lovie said in an exasperated tone.
“Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm going to tell yo' ass every time so you can't say you didn't know. Because if anything goes wrong . . . that's your ass,” Millie said with a smile, but was as serious as a heart attack and Lovie knew that. Millie handed her the bag and walked to the window, looking down at the project's playground where her workers were stationed slanging product. There wasn't a day that went by that Millie didn't think about killing Seven, but she knew that to catch a wolf, she had to become a wolf. She would have to get on Seven's level to even come close to him and that's exactly what she did. Millie was getting rich off the same thing that she once was a slave to: dope. A knock on the apartment's door sounded throughout the apartment and Millie quickly walked to the door and grabbed the pistol that sat on the stand near the entrance. She stood on her tiptoes and peeked through the hole and quickly put the gun down when she saw who it was. It was Baby, a young hustler who worked under Millie. Baby was her street captain and designated killer. Millie opened the door and Baby stepped in with a brown paper bag in his hand. He handed it to Millie and then kissed her on the cheek.
“Sup, Millie,” he said as he entered the room.
“Hey, Baby,” Millie answered. Baby was about six foot, brown-skinned, and had a slim build. He wore a long beard and small glasses that gave him an intellectual look rather than a killer. Baby grew up hearing stories about how the infamous street legend Tical had a female “right-hand man” who was one of the best hustlers Baltimore had ever seen. So when Millie came back to Baltimore, it was nothing for her to recruit a team and get respect. Baby had loyalty toward Millie because of his deceased older brother, who Millie used to run with, whose name was Gunplay.
Baltimore's underworld never knew Millie to be a junkie, only a certified hustler. Once Millie got to Baltimore she went cold turkey and never touched a drug since. She had been getting rich with her connect, Hassan.
“Yo', I got the drop on the nigga you wanted me to scope out,” Baby said as he sat on the couch. Millie's heart began to speed up as she heard what Baby had said. She instantly knew that he was talking about Seven. Millie couldn't get close to Seven and had been waiting for that particular day for three years.
“Word?” she asked as she looked at him with hopeful eyes.
“Yeah. That nigga is like a ghost though. Nobody really knows where the nigga be at. But, I got the drop on his man. Raheem, Rakim, something like that,” Baby said, trying to remember his name.
“Rah,” Millie corrected him.
“Yeah, that's it,” Baby confirmed. “Word is, is that they expanded to Columbus, Ohio and they moving heavy weight. My people in Ohio said that the boy Rah is mad flashy and running the streets crazy right now. I got a plug on a stripper that he deals with. So that's our first link to the kid Seven.”
“Great news,” Millie said calmly as flashes of Hazel's face appeared before her eyes, causing a big wave of sadness and guilt to overcome her. She had been trying to find Seven the past years and always came up empty. He had gone into seclusion after Apple's death and no one knew how to find him. With the newfound information about Rah, she was one step closer to getting revenge.
 
 
Seven sat back in a beach chair, smoking a blunt on his new yacht. He stared at the waves and slowly bobbed his head to Jay-Z's
Reasonable Doubt
that played out of the small stereo that sat near his feet. He remembered when he was younger, Apple would play that disc over and over and it seemed as if it was the soundtrack to his life. Seven had grown a full, wild beard and was only a fraction of what he used to be. However, he had become a street millionaire after his expansion to Columbus, OH. Seven had surpassed the wealthy mark and had reached a status that most doughboys could only dream about. But the loneliness he felt in his heart far exceeded the happiness wealth could ever bring him. At that point he was just moving dope through the city because it was all he knew and he was addicted to flipping money. After Hazel's death and Apple's untimely demise, Seven had to find a way to cope. This was his uncanny therapy. Seven dumped the ashes into the water from the blunt and breathed in the clear air, thinking about how Hassan told him that he would never get a boat. Seven used his cane to stand and smiled, looking around and knowing that his yacht was two times better than his former connect's.
“You still out here?” Rah said as he walked up from the lower deck with two beautiful women in his arms. Seven turned around to see who was talking over the music and then quickly focused back on the water.
“Yeah, just up here thinking, that's all,” Seven said as he took a deep pull of the blunt and blew out smoke circles. Rah took turns tongue kissing the girls on his arms and then headed back down to the lower part of the boat to start round two of the ménage à trois they were partaking in. Little did Rah know, one of the strippers he was sexing was getting paid by Baby to suck all of the info she could about Seven out of him.
 
 
Millie pulled into a Holiday Inn right outside of Columbus, OH in a small town called Sandusky. She was in a tinted Yukon truck with five of her most treacherous goons from B-more with her. She was on a mission to give Seven a surprise. Baby was already in the town. He had been there for a couple of weeks, setting up everything for Millie. Millie hopped out the van. Lovie was driving and ready for whatever also. Millie had been molding Lovie to be just as clever and witty as she was, minus the flaws. The goons hopped out, rocking full beards and two of them wearing religious coofies. They went to room 20 B, using the outside entrance, and waiting for them in the room was Baby and the same stripper that Rah had been with the previous night.
“Sup, Millie,” Baby said as he stood from the coffee table that he was sitting at with the stripper.
“Hey, Baby,” Millie said he walked over to her and pecked her on the cheek.
“This is her?” Millie asked as she stared at the young red-bone girl who sat at the table looking nervous. Baby nodded his head and Millie immediately went over to her and sat across from her, sensing the girl's discomfort. “Hey, honey,” Millie said, greeting the girl with a warm smile. Millie set her purse on the table and opened it, grabbing one of her cigarettes out of the pack and lighting it.
“Hi,” the girl said, feeling more comfortable with Millie rather than Baby.
“Look, I know you nervous but you don't have anything to be nervous about, ok?” Millie said as she sat back and puffed the cigarette, blowing it out of the side of her mouth and away from the girl.
“So, you know Rah?” Millie asked, making sure that very thing was everything. The young girl nodded her head as she glanced at the goons that were mugging her from the corner of the hotel room. The girl began grew antsy and almost reconsidered giving up the information to Millie, but then she thought about the $10,000 that was offered to her by Baby. “I'm getting paid first, right?” the girl said with fear evident in her voice.
Millie immediately signaled for one of her goons to pay the girl and almost immediately the girl had a brown paper bag tossed in front of her on the table. The bag contained all one hundred dollar bills, equaling ten thousand dollars. The girl thumbed through the money and then smiled, feeling much better about what she was about to do. Millie smiled when she saw the look in the girl's eye as she flipped through the money. It was the look of greed and Millie knew that she was one step closer to Seven.
At the end of their conversation, Millie knew were Rah lived, were his main block was, and his tendencies. The girl knew nothing about Seven. The only things she could tell Millie were that Seven was Rah's boss, he kept a low profile, that Seven loved to boat, and the loading dock that he used. Millie wasn't satisfied with the information, but she was grateful and was going to work with what she had. Millie left the stripper in the room with bag full of cash and a bullet in the head to cover her own tracks. She didn't want anything stopping her from getting to Seven. The possibility of the stripper confessing to Rah about what she had done was too risky for Millie, so she made the executive decision to have one of her goons hit her from point-blank range after she squeezed all of the info she could out of her. Some might call it coldblooded, but Millie called it playing the game the right way.
 
 
Baby pulled the bandana that was tied around his neck up and over the lower portion of his face to conceal his identity. Lovie drove while the rest of the goons followed suit and pulled ski masks on their faces while gripping their automatic assault rifles. The tinted van had a sliding door and they all waited patiently until Lovie pulled up to the block so they could light it up. The car was quiet and calm, everyone focusing on the task at hand. Lovie pulled to the start of the block and Baby slowly slid the sliding door open that was on the side of the van. He looked at Lovie and nodded at her, giving her the signal, and she then put the pedal to the metal and the sound of screeching tires filled the air and caught all of the hustlers off guard. Baby flung the door open and bullets began to fly, hitting any and everybody on the block hustling. Millie had ordered this drive-by, not to kill people, but to send a message. Baby let his gun off, catching at least four hustlers in the legs and thighs as he aimed low. The other goons shot in the air, giving everyone a scare. Just like that, ten seconds, they were peeling off the block and gone. Lovie maneuvered the van off the street and they headed back to the low-key hotel that the whole crew was staying at and also where Millie was waiting.
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