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AFTER THE MURDERS OF C-Note and his Puerto Rican beauty, homicide detectives and marked patrol cars started crawling through the hood. Pressure was being applied to all the hustlers and anyone else who may have had some info about the gruesome double murder.
Toya was one of the ones questioned since she was in the bar moments before C-Note and his dime piece walked out to their fates. Toya stood tall, though, not mentioning a word to the law. Homicide detectives couldn’t care less about the murder of the convicted felon, but, since someone murdered a mother of two, they combed the hood for clues.
Since the incident two days ago, Reem and Toya had started kicking it more. She’d been feeling him, but he just started giving her play after her assistance to him and lack of assistance with the law. Initially, Reem was only playing her close to make sure she didn’t cooperate with the cops, but, after she performed some wild things behind closed doors, he was wide open.
“You going to drop me off at work tonight, baby?” she asked Reem.
“Yeah, what time you gotta be there?”
“Eleven o’clock.” Toya was a manager at Walmart. She had been a manager there for the last year and a half.
She’d spent the last two nights with Reem. They had stayed at one of his apartments in the Northeast because he wasn’t ready to show her where he laid his head.
He watched as she swung her petite, perky ass out the bed and wobbled out the room. He flew out the bed and followed her into the bathroom. She stood in the bathroom mirror, combing her hair as he grabbed her from behind. He planted his face in her neck, kissing her soft spot.
Squirming from the sensation, she said, “You better stop, boy. You know I can go all day.” He’d just finished dusting her off in bed.
“So can I.” He twisted her around and threw her up on the sink.
Slowly entering her with the tip of his dick, he gave her little strokes until her wetness increased. She clenched him tightly with her hands around his neck and legs around his waist.
Her muffin swallowed him whole as he thrust in and out of her. She tilted her head back, leaning it against the sink-top mirror. Reem started dominating her with long, hard strokes. Glaring at his reflection in the mirror, he balled his face up fiercely as he tried to crush the pussy.
Toya was past moaning from ecstasy—she was now crying from the pleasurable pain.
“Beat this pussy up! Beat this pussy up!” she begged.
“Whose pussy is this?” Reem asked, wanting his name tagged on the new piece.
“It’s yours, baby! It’s yours, Reem!” she assured him. “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please!”
Her whimpering and sexual pleas aroused Reem even more. He gave her all he had in the tank. He was trying to lock this pussy in—it was so good. She clenched her legs around him even tighter as if he was going somewhere. Her cream filling gushed out, soaking and dripping down his balls.
Continuously pumping, Reem was nearing an explosion. She drowned him as he swam in her internal pool. He pulled out of her and snatched her by her hair, yanking her off the sink and sitting her on the toilet.
By her hair, he held her head back with one hand. With the other, he stroked himself. Toya looked up at him, loving his aggressiveness. He stared in her eyes and was mesmerized by her exotic hazel pupils. Reem had a thing for chicks with pretty eyes, and Toya’s eyes were accentuated by her caramel skin.
She caught every drop of his nut as he busted all over her face and mouth. She stuck her pierced tongue out and let the nut drip all over her lips and slide down her chin. The nastiness drove Reem crazy. He was falling in love with her already. Things were too good to be true.
With her fingers, she slurped his cum up and swallowed it. While looking in his eyes and sending him into a deep trance, she smacked her mouth and opened it to show him that she didn’t leave a drip.
Later that night, Toya climbed out the car and sauntered into the department store, heading to work.
“I love that bitch,” Reem mumbled to himself as he watched her look good in even the Walmart uniform. “I definitely gotta upgrade her,” he said, continuing the one-way conversation with himself.
Toya wasn’t even driving at the moment. Her car was broken down. The piece-of-shit had been parked in front of her house for a minute. Reem decided he had to upgrade not only her, but his bullshit Crown Vic, as well.
Caught in a daydream, he was snapped back to reality by his ringing phone.
“Yo!” he answered.
“Where you at?” Frog asked frantically.
“Not far. What’s good?” Reem asked nervously, picking up on the tone of his man.
“It’s Snook, man,” he said, sniffling.
“What the fuck happened to Snook?” Frog continued to sniffle, and Reem repeated himself. “What the fuck happened to Snook?”
Mar, Mil, and Reese emerged from hiding after the murder of their boy. The art of war was to be deceptive, but they said, “Fuck deception right now.” Their boy was dead, so somebody had to pay. They were going straight at Ghost and his crew.
They rode in a navy blue Pontiac Grand Prix with tinted windows. The music was down low but loud enough to hear. Meek Mill’s Tupac Back eased through the speakers—just right for the mood to catch a body.
Huh, Tupac back, I’m two Glocks strapped.
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq.
Meek spit words that couldn’t be more to the point. Bodies fell everywhere in the violent city. Each year, murders bypassed the number of days in it. Tonight, death was in the air, and, if left up to them, the total would most certainly rise.
Darkness invaded the sky as they cut through the traffic silently. They hoped to catch them out on Boyer and Locust Street. It didn’t matter who was out there. They were getting hit tonight.
The headlights lit up the block as the Grand Prix slowly crept down it. The block was dead—nobody appeared to be out. They didn’t notice Frog and Snook sitting in the parked Buick LaSabre, serving their youngins some work. Frog and Snook didn’t see them either as they drove by.
While they were at the stop sign, they saw someone coming down the steps of the weed house. It came to Reese like an epiphany when he saw the customer coming out the spot.
“Yo! We’re running up in the drug house,” he said firmly.
“Let’s go,” Mar responded.They parked the car down the block and walked to the weed house like regular customers. Stiz, playing the doorman, opened it as if everything was normal. The nozzle of the Mac startled him as it was stuck in his grill.
“Don’t fucking move!” Reese told him, pushing him through the doorway. Reese took the burner off Stiz’s waist, and Mar and Mil barged through the door, making demands for the men and woman tricking to get down.
“Where’s the shit?” Reese shouted.
“Under the couch,” one of the chicks screamed after none of the dudes answered.
I'm Reese and his crew weren’t stick-up boys, so their robbery game was sloppy. They didn’t even have a bag to put the shit in. They didn’t even have masks, gloves, or anything else to hide their identities. They were slipping so much that they didn’t even check the house to see if anyone else was there.
They used wires from the remote controls and plugs from the video game to tie everyone up. They dumped out a couple of sneaker bags and stuffed the bread and work in them.
“Tell Ghost I did this to him,” Reese said arrogantly to one of the gagged men on the floor. Dude mumbled something smart in return.
“What, pussy?” Reese snapped and smacked him ferociously with the four-pound.
“Chill, nigga. We’re outta here,” Mil said, grabbing Reese off dude.
Just as they were about to leave, they heard a sound in the kitchen that sounded like plates clanking together. They started to ignore it and roll, but all hell broke loose when a dude barged from the kitchen, chopping on them. Reese and Mil got hit and dropped instantly.
Mar hit the gunman up before he could hit him, too. Blood painted the walls like a gruesome horror movie, leaving splatters everywhere. Mar, then, struggled to pull Mil off the floor, but it was a done deal for him.
Reese jumped up, staggering, and helped Mar with Mil, but he saw it was too late—fate had called his name. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Let’s go, man. It’s over. He’s gone,” Reese said emotionally. Mar didn’t want to accept that his homie was gone—another one.
“He’s gone! We have to get outta here!” Reese said more aggressively.
Mar reluctantly gave in. There was no time for weeping right now. Mar started to kill all the hostages, but thought against it. The war was far from over. In fact, it was just the beginning. As soon as they got outside the house, more shots rang out.
Snook and Frog were parked under a tree, escaping the dim lights. They were serving two of their customers some bundles when they heard the shots going off close by. The shots were muffled, but they were sure it was somebody letting off.Panicking, they grabbed their weapons.
“Are y’all strapped?” Frog asked Ronnie and Kyle, two of their young hustlers, who were in the backseat.
“Naw, we ain’t bring no burners out the crib,” Kyle said.
Frog shook his head. “All right. Get the fuck outta here,” he told them. “It sounds like that came from the weed spot,” he told Snook.
They all jumped out the car. Ronnie and Kyle ran off ‘round the corner while Frog and Snook crept toward the weed spot. As they got closer, they saw two figures running down the steps with bags and guns in their hands.
From the rip, they knew they must have just robbed the spot. Without hesitation, they started shooting at them. The robbers were caught off guard, but were lucky enough not to get hit. They dipped behind the parked cars and started shooting back at them across the street.
Frog swore to himself that one of the dudes looked like Reese. It has to be him, he thought, but he couldn’t make out his face because he had to keep taking cover as the bullets whizzed by.
The two robbers were obviously trying to retreat because they kept inching further down the block as they periodically let off a few shots. Snook made a brave move as he jumped out from behind the parked car and walked in the street, trying to hit them while they were getting in their car.
“Ha!” Snook hollered, going mad trying to down something. Frog was out of bullets, so he couldn’t do anything but lie back in the cut and pray. Snook hit one of the dudes as he was getting in the car. Though the dude stumbled in the door well, the bullets seemed to be bouncing off his chest like he had a vest on. Snook ran out of bullets and was stuck with nowhere to go once the other dude started chopping back.
“Snook!” Frog screamed with a raspy tone. Everything moved in slow motion as he watched his man get riddled with bullets. The air seemed to stop flowing as he watched it taken out his man’s body. He was sure it was Reese who’d just killed Snook. He’d gotten a good look at his face as life slowed down.
Snook’s body jerked and twisted like he was doing the Harlem Shake and crumbled to the ground.
Sirens could be heard but seemed like they were on the other side of the earth. Frog couldn’t believe his eyes. Tires screeched, and Frog knew the shootout was over.
But this was war.