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Doja and Skyp drove deep into the swamp out there in the country of Ridgeville, where they fed Lil Sammie body to the gators on the gator farm. Then Doja drove the Explorer to a real secluded area, where he and Skyp set the truck on fire. They sat there for 3 ½ hours, watching the truck burn to a crisp, and making a plan to kidnap and torture Joshie. After they watched the truck burn, Lil Pistol and Exotic got in the backseat of the car, while Doja drove and Skyp rode passenger. Doja called Flight Risk to see if he had set the meeting up, and Flight Risk did. Doja then called Precious, and she told him that she and Keema were just leaving the spa and headed to the mall. Doja looked at his watch and it was a little pass 5:30PM and he was ready to terrorize the city. He and his comrades headed out the country, and towards the trap spot on Otranto Rd. When they got there, the yard was jacked. Cars were on the side of the street, the driveway, the front lawn, and even in some of the neighbors yards. But it was all cool because it was a real nigga meeting designed as a cookout. And for some odd reason everybody in the neighborhood thought Doja and his squad were famous rappers so they were cool with the situation and he never told them different.
After Doja, Skyp, and Flight Risk said what they had to say to the squad's, three hours had passed.
“I got thirty grand if somebody bring me Joshie alive,” said Doja as he ended the meeting.
The crew dapped each other up, and they started to party for real. Skyp and Flight Risk got picked up by Kita and Neesha, so everyone knew where they were headed. Shantell came to pick-up Lil Pistol so he was in the house for the night. It was only 10 something, so Doja and Exotic headed to Sandpiper to get dress. Doja took a shower in his bedroom and Exotic took a shower in the guest bedroom. When Exotic got out the shower he tried to open the closet door in the “playroom” but it was locked. He called Doja into the room to unlock the door, so when he did Exotic saw the three full bags.
“What the mix is?” asked Exotic.
Doja smiled buckling his Gucci belt on a pair of Red Monkey Jeans he had on. “That’s our come up and to start getting out the game.”
See Doja wasn’t a greedy nigga, and besides on the low the little nigga was breaded. He already owned his own barber shop, a beauty salon, a detailing shop, and he was in the process of opening up a custom car shop. But cash wise, he was over a little 10 and some change. 10 million that is. Exotic looked at Doja.
“How much?” he asked.
Doja closed the door and locked it after Exotic grabbed his fit. “15 keys of dirt and 24,500 ecstasy pills.”
“Daaammmnnn!” exclaimed Exotic.
Doja laughed and they finished getting dressed. After they were dressed they was out the door and headed to Fantasy’s, but they both stopped on the porch. “Which one?”
They looked at each other with wide ass grins and they both said, “Lac Mix!”
They got in Doja ‘73 Lac, and let the car warm up. After a few moments, Doja opened the sunroof as Exotic lit the purp blunt he rolled in the house, and they headed down the road as Doja looked for a CD to quake. Doja finally put that Zero in the cd player, and they smoked and rode to Fantasy’s around 12:10AM, and it was a good bit of people there. Doja parked right in front of the club, and he and Exotic got out the car and headed toward the front door. They paid the bouncer $50 a piece, so that they wouldn’t get searched at the door. Doja was carrying a 4 case of Heineken, and Exotic was carrying a 24 case to. They got to the booth where they planned to sit at, right by the pool table with a view of the front door and of the exit. Doja had his Glock .17 on him, and Exotic had a stainless steel .45 in his holster on his hip. They sat down in the cut, and all of a sudden hoes was headed to where they were sitting. Doja and Exotic told the broads to come back in a little bit, but they still gave the girls some bread,
They were just there relaxing for the time being, they weren’t really gonna stunt tonight, Doja went to the window and got two-thousand ones, and so did Exotic. They both had on their custom charms, Rolexes, and ‘big boy’ bracelets, and the niggas were looking like money. As Doja and Exotic were headed back to their booth, Doja’s cousin Pryor Boy was coming through the door with DC and Harvey. Doja and Exotic dapped Pryor Boy and his people’s up, and invited them to their booth in the cut. Pryor Boy already had stacks in his hands once he came through the door. On the way to Doja’s booth T.I. and Tango Red song “Let me see you get loose” came on, a little bitch was on the stage actin. Pryor Boy threw 500 ones at her, and kept walking to the booth. After he did that, it was on and they were surrounded by bitches. Doja fired up the purp after giving the niggaz with him their own blunt of purp to smoke, and each nigga five ecstasy pills. Pryor Boy had two big bottles of Goose and Harvey had a big bottle of Crown. DC had a bottle of Paul Mason. They all started drinking beer and liquor and was starting to feel good. An hour or two blew by and Doja had to have blown bout three stacks, along with Pryor Boy and Exotic.
Harvey and DC were dumbin, but Exotic, Doja, and Pryor Boy were straight actin. About 4 o’clock some niggas across the stage must’ve been feeling themselves a little too much because the niggas started being real disrespectful. Doja and them didn’t pay it any mind at first, until Pryor Boy went to the bathroom.
“Yo lil nigga! Run that chain and them pockets,” said one of them niggas who had followed Pryor Boy into the bathroom.
Before he could respond or react, the other dude hit Pryor Boy in his face with a Bud Light bottle. And the first dude hit him on the other side of his face with another Bud Light bottle and both dudes started going through his pockets.
“Yo my nigga let me go check on this drunk fucker,” said Doja smiling and walking off from his booth. He got to the bathroom, and pushed the door open to see two niggas going through Pryor Boy pockets pulling out money and bags of coke. Doja immediately pulled his Glock .17 out and hit the bigger one first with the side of the gun, across the back of his head. As the dude fell against the wall, Doja quickly back handed the other dude with the Glock still in his right hand. As the smaller dude fell back, with the blood staining the floor from his nose and mouth, from being hit with the glock. Doja was trying to pull Pryor Boy up, and then the bathroom door flung open. He quickly released Pryor Boy and let him slide back down to the floor, as he quickly faced the door ready to squeeze shots.
“Yo, Doja what the fuck happen?” asked Harvey as he looked around the bathroom.
“Grab Pryor Boy, his shit that the niggas grabbed from him, and go out the back door and get the fuck on,” said Doja quickly.
Harvey did as he was told and as he was leaving with Pryor Boy Doja stopped him.
“Aye Harvey, give me your tone,” said Doja.
Harvey handed Doja his nickel plated .45 and hauled ass. Harvey and Pryor Boy had just exited the back door and heard two smothered shots. Harvey already knew Doja smoked those two dudes. Doja walked back up front as if nothing happened. He walked outside and hit the remote start on his car. He was going to give Harvey and Pryor Boy time to slide out. He walked back into the club, sat down and told DC and Exotic to sit to.
“Cock y’all shit on the low, and be ready to slide by the time I get up. I had to!” exclaimed Doja.
“Had to what?” asked Exotic as he looked at Doja.
“Situation, situation two times.”
No more words needed to be said as Exotic cocked his stainless steel .45 and DC cocked two baby glock .9’s, which made Doja and Exotic smirk at DC.
“When it goes down it goes down,” said DC when he noticed them looking at him.
As Doja, DC, and Exotic were getting up to leave out, they seen a dude running from by the bathroom with a revolver pointing towards them. Before they could get a word out, two loud cracks sounded off loud over the music. They ducked as the mirror behind them shattered into pieces, and fell all over the place. Doja looked at DC and Exotic with a evil grin on his face.
“Bar none! Hoes if they get outta line to!” said Doja.
Doja jumped up with Harvey .45 in his left hand and his Glock .17 in his right hand, and started bussin at everything that was moving toward him and his comrades. The first two shots exploded from the Glock .17 in his other hand. The two shots from the .45 caught the dude who had shot at them with the revolver in his upper chest area, which knocked him clean off his feet. The three shots from the gun hit a dude once in the right side of his face and two by the collarbone and throat area. Exotic was letting off plenty shots from that cannon he called a .45. Exotic had shot a stripper in the chest twice and the stomach once. She was bustin a desert eagle revolver at him, so he had no choice.
As Doja, Exotic, and DC were making their way out the door, DC watched their backs. He had those two Glock .9’s with the extended clip on them, tearing down everything. DC thought he took a shot to the side but the bullet had grazed him. He felt the burn but the adrenalin kept him moving. He was steady dumping as they walked out of the door. Doja stopped to where the video cameras were at and seen the manager duck behind the counter with two broads. Doja threw two thick wads at him.
“Give up the video tapes,” he said.
The owner did as Doja said with no hesitation. “I know it wasn’t y’all who started this shit.”
“I’ll get in touch with you,” said Doja.
He, Exotic, and DC were off to the car. Nobody followed them out to the car but maybe it was because they had damn near killed all the niggas who was bussin. They sped down the road in Doja’s ‘73 lac without a police in sight and they were still sort of amp. Doja put in his cd “Dumbin Out” by Pachino Dino, and let the sounds beat out. As they flew down Ashley Phosphate, EChelon was jacked to the capacity. But you could tell the club was getting ready to close, and nobody knew what had just happened at Fantasy’s. But the news would inform the city soon, but they would have no leads, suspects, or anything to go by. Doja had the DVD surveillance in his possession, and nobody would be able to get it because he was going to burn it. He called to check on Pryor Boy and Harvey said that he was good. He only had some nicks and a few cuts, nothing needed stitches. Doja told Harvey to tell Pryor Boy that he would get with them later and for them to lay low.
Doja drove to his spot and parked his car in the backyard behind his wooden privacy fence. He quickly ran inside after telling DC and Exotic to go to the Benz, because he was switching cars and they were going to ride out. They got into the car after sitting in the yard rolling a few purp blunts, and still feeling the ecstasy. After the blunts were rolled, Doja drove off from his spot. Their first stop was to drop DC off to his baby mama spot on the Hub, but he wasn’t pulling his car up in DC baby mama yard. He let DC out right in front of the duplex, because Mary had a thing for Doja and he knew she would want to slide with him. And Kassey, DC baby mama, would want to play twenty-one questions and he wasn’t having that tonight. As he was pulling off his Blackberry started to ring, but he knew who it was because of the song that was playing. It stopped, then “I Wanna Get High Off Ya Love” by Junior G started playing again.
“What’s up baby?” he said into the phone.
“You and that pipe, that platinum pipe,” said Precious as she and Keema burst out laughing on the other end.
He couldn’t help but laugh himself as he shook his head. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Where you at?”
“Leaving off the Hub from dropping DC off.”
“I seen his baby mama today with the baby in the mall. They gotta cute little girl named Zaria.”
“Yeah they gotta cute little girl. We’ll be next,” he smiled in anticipation for her response but she never responded and as soon as he was about to say something, he gotta beep. “Baby!”
“You know I’m gonna hold on,” she said.
He clicked over. “Ballin’ hard in the mix!”
He and Exotic laughed at his little joke as Exotic continued to text Keema. On the other line of his phone call no one said anything. “Who the fuck playing on my line, because yo ass didn’t block yo number.” Just as he was about to click back over to Precious someone spoke up.
“Yo Doja! This Kent from Woodside off Dogwood.”
“Oh! What the verdict is? You ready to get right on the large Vanilla milk shake?”
“Nah, not yet. But I want mixed up pieces in the pinata. Baskin Meyers minus one!”
“Now!”
“The nigga in my trunk right now.”
He leaned up in the car. “Where you at now?”
“At the car wash on Ladson Rd,” said Kent.
“Stay there I swervin now,” he said as he clicked back over to Precious. “Baby, that situation from earlier? I gotta go handle the other half. Then, me, you, Keema and Exotic going to Florida in the morning. Well, later in the morning.”
“Be careful and I love you,” she said.
“I love you to,” he said as he hung up the phone.
Exotic texted Keema that he would get back with her in a second and looked over at Doja as he stuck his phone inside his pocket. “What’s going on?”
“Lil Kent from Woodside got that nigga in his trunk.”
Exotic and Doja stared back at each other. “Real mixxy!”
They turned the car around and instead of heading to Bayside they now headed towards the car wash on Ladson Rd. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to the car wash when Doja spotted two cars side by side. He noticed Kent’s Roadmaster wagon, but he didn’t recognize the blue ‘98 Crown Victorian. As he pulled up closer, he and Exotic both clutched their heat. Kent finally stepped out of the passenger side of his car and they noticed that Kim was driving it. Kim was Kent’s girlfriend of seven years and she’d ride or die for that nigga. She did two years in county for the nigga, because she was a witness to a murder, but she never told on him. Finally, the case was dismissed and thrown out, but the only reason she sat in county for so long was because they wouldn’t give her a bond, but when they finally gave her one it was a million dollars. Kent had enough clout in the streets to have gotten her out but she said for him to chill so the feds wouldn’t wonder where the money came from. Plus, she already knew they never really had anything on her, but that’s the consequences of fucking with a nigga with numerous bodies but no charges.
Either witnesses came up missing or didn’t want to testify. Or they just don’t have enough evidence to build a case. But word was Kim had numerous bodies to. Well three or four. But she always tell people that her tattoo tear drops are for sorrow and her mother that her daddy killed. Doja pulled up to his homeboy, and he and Exotic exited the car.
“What goin on my nig? Hey Kim!” said Doja as he dapped his nigga up. Exotic did the same.
“Ain’t shit! Just tryin to get this fedy right, ya dig,” said Kent as he passed the boonk to Doja.
“I know that’s right my nigga,” said Doja and Exotic at once.
Doja pointed to the blue Crown Vic as he blew smoke out of his mouth. “Who car that is?”
“That’s a tilt. But the package in the trunk,” said Kent.
“That was a smart ass move to snatch that nigga up in a stolo and ride round with his ass in the trunk,” said Doja.
The three of them laughed for a second.
“Go by Flight Risk, he on 3rd street on the track. The fedy gonna be in a Gucci book bag, but 30 grand not in there,” said Doja.
Kent looked at Doja a little side ways, with his head tilt. “How you mean 30 grand ain’t in it?”
“Because nigga, 50 grand in the bag with a big 8. I heard about Kim, congratulations. The extra things in the bag just consider it as a gift my nigga,” said Doja.
The three of them smiled and dapped up so that could dip out. Doja got in the Crown Vic and Exotic got in the Benz. As they were about to pull out Kent stopped Doja.
“I’m gonna need a name for your goddaughter!” he said.
“I’ll call you when I come back from Florida” said Doja.
After Doja let the window up he pulled off with Exotic right behind him. He drove down Ladson Rd until he got to the end to Dorchester Rd, he made a right turn towards HWY 61. They drove for about twenty minutes down HWY 61 until they came up to a secluded area. He pulled in with Exotic pulling in right beside him. He got out of the car and told Exotic to get the gas can out of the trunk of his car. Exotic came back and sat the gas can down beside the car as Doja popped the trunk with their guns aimed in the trunk at Joshie. Joshie was lying in the trunk with the side of his head leaking blood. His hands were tied up and he had a gag in his mouth. Doja smirked at the sight knowing that Lil Sammie was dead and he now had his next problem in a trunk within 24 hours of the hit out for him. Exotic took the gag out of of Joshie’s mouth and smirked down at him.
“What the fuck yo bitch ass cousin was up to in my nigga spot?” asked Exotic.
Joshie spit at Exotic but missed. Exotic reached in the trunk with his .45 and knocked Joshie across the right side of his face. Doja grabbed Exotic’s hand because he knew that Exotic was going to continue to hit him across the face. Doja then turned back to Joshie and threw Lil Sammie chain in the trunk. Joshie’s eyes got wide and Doja knew he now had Joshie’s attention.
“That bitch ass cousin of yours was up in my gal salon today for what?” asked Doja.
“He should’ve killed the bitch,” said Joshie.
Doja laughed. “This nigga funny lil bra. That’s why that same bitch put holes in his bitch ass right before we fed his ass to the gators,” said Doja as he and Exotic laughed.
“Y’all some bitch niggas! I’m gonna kill y’all at the first chance I get. Y’all won’t see it coming, pussy!” said Joshie. He was pissed for being in this situation because it was he and Lil Sammie who was supposed to be doing the lick on Doja. Not the other way around. He tried to spit on Doja but he spit on Exotic shirt.
“Yo bitch ass won’t see it coming either!” said Exotic.
As Doja and Exotic closed the trunk Joshie was making threats he knew would never come true. “Yo Exotic, grab that Dino cd out the cd player and put it in the Benz.”
Exotic grabbed the cd and threw it on the driver seat of the Benz as he walked back to the trunk of the Crown Vic. Doja cocked his .40 glock with the extended clip and Exotic cocked his .45 with the filed pin. Exotic leaned his head close to the trunk.
“I told you yo bitch ass wouldn’t see it coming,” he said with a smirk.
He stepped away from the car along with Doja. And a second later, both guns went off riddling the trunk and Joshie’s body. Doja popped the trunk after putting his .40 Glock on his side and picking up the gas can.
“Damn!” said Doja at the sight of Joshie’s bullet riddled body.
Exotic leaned closer into the trunk. “You are the weakest link goodbye!” and then he placed two more shots, close range, to Joshie’s head.
He stepped back as Doja poured gas in the trunk, inside the car, and all over the outside of the car. Exotic lit the piece of paper off the ground, and placed it in the trunk as he closed it and Joshie’s body caught on fire. Doja did the same thing to the front of the car and then he threw the gas can inside the burning car. Doja flipped his sidekick open and pressed one for Precious as he headed to the passenger side of his car. It was nearly 5:30AM and Precious answered the phone in a worried tone.
“Hello! Baby you alright?” asked Precious.
He smirked. “Yeah ma. Me and Exotic bout to swerve but I’m parking the Benz at his spot in Planter’s Retreat i’ight. So gas up yo truck and you and Keema meet us there.”
“I’ight but we gotta pack first,” said Precious.
“Nah no need. You and Keema just grab y’all pocketbooks and that’s it. But I do need you to look in the hallway and the spot where the AC filter at! Take the cover and the filter off and grab that Eastland bookbag out there and bring it. And don’t forget to cover the vent back up, and put the filter back. I’ll be waitin on you, i’ight. I love you!”
“I’ight I love you to,” she said and they hung up.
Precious grabbed the bag and then went to wake Keema up. They both washed their faces, brushed their teeth, tied scarf around their dooby wraps and they were out the door headed to Planter’s Retreat, but first they had to hit Exxon for gas, cigars, and Red Bull.