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After the two couples returned back to “Da Carolina,” they were thinking that things couldn’t get any better.
“Precious!” yelled Doja from the living Room.
Precious came out of the bedroom with Nino at her heels. “What’s up baby?”
“Baby, I’ll be back in a little bit i’ight. I got to go make a few runs,” he said as he kissed her on her lips and headed out of the door.
“Be careful,” she said as she locked the door behind him.
As he was standing in his driveway he was debating on what he should drive but he decided to drive the Benz. As he got in the car, put his 40 Glock in the stash spot, and lit up a Kool cigarette. He thought to himself about how good he was doing and when he was leaving the street life. As he got a text message on his sidekick, he snapped out of his daze and replied that he was spendin the bend. He put his Shawty Lo cd in and put it on “It feels good to be here,” and he backed out his yard and headed towards his destination. He was handling business. He had a barbershop, which he barely went to but he had major clientele and had his cousin “Smiley” running it. He had just purchased a salon for Precious to have her own business after she went to cosmetology school to get her license. Plus, he had a studio and detailing shop. He was flipping his money and doing well to the point where he couldn’t catch no money laundering charges if shit ever got hectic. Though he was living that life, he also knew people were out to get him by all means. So to say at seventeen years old he could retire from the dope game would be a street life dream. But, he would make sure shit was real right before he slid behind the scenes.
He would be that nigga who had all the work, connections, and money but wouldn’t get caught up. That was his plan, to fall all the way back behind the scenes. His mother told him, if he was going to run the streets, do it for a reason and don’t be petty, do it big.” So ever since then, his mother showed him how to flip his money into legit businesses and clean his money. He was down West 2nd North Street when his phone started ringing.
“Hello,” he said.
The phone was silent for a minute and a voice came through. “Nigga you think you untouchable or something?”
He smirked. “Motherfuckers ain’t got shit better to do then play on my phone.”
The other voice got real aggressive. “Well, think this a game then nigga. Chess, checkmate bitch!”
“Get off my line,” he said as he hung up. He thought that it was one of his homeboys fuckin with him until the phone rang again from another private number. “What the fuck you want?”
“Yo head on a platter bitch. I heard about the bread you put on my people and now he missing. On top of that, both my cousins missing. Joshie and Sammie, so when I catch you slippin, I gone do ya,” said the voice.
He knew then that this wasn’t a game anymore and that shit was about to get real. “Pussy I ain’t hard to find. You kn-”
But before he could finish the voice cut him off. “I know you ain’t hard to find on 2nd street ya bitch! You slippin!” The dude started laughing and hung up.
At this moment he got real paranoid and grabbed his Glock 40 out from the stash spot. His mind was spinning so fast, he didn’t know what to do. He was trying to figure out who this motherfucker was on his phone talking all that big dog shit. He quickly called Flight Risk and filled him in on the shit that just took place on his phone. He had only been back from Florida for about three days and he really wasn’t feeling this bullshit. But, he knew the rules of the game and he also knew the consequences. He met up with Flight Risk on 3rd street and they sat in the yard discussing shit about the previous phone call. He wasn’t scared, but at the same time, the caller had to be close by or passing by to know where he was. As he was contemplating over his thoughts, he laid his seat back with Flight Risk and they burned a few boonks in the car. As Flight Risk was about to say something his phone rang and he wondered what the fuck Brittany was calling him for.
“What’s up Brittany?” asked Flight Risk aggravated and Doja laughed.
“Damn nigga it’s like that?” asked Brittany.
Flight Risk grinned. “Nah, it ain’t like that. But I hollering at my nigga right now on some important shit, that’s all.”
“Yeah, whatever nigga. But I got some shit you need to know.”
“Yeah and what’s that?”
Her voice got low. “That phone call Doja just got.”
Flight Risk looked at Doja. “Brittany how the fuck you know about that phone call?”
Doja jumped up in his seat as he looked at Flight Risk. The phone call literally just happened less than five minutes ago so there was no way that she could know about it already.
“Where you at? On 3rd street?” asked Brittany.
Flight Risk hesitated for a minute because shit wasn’t registering in his head about the whole situation. But then he thought to himself, and he knew Brittany wasn’t stupid enough to set him up. “Yeah and hurry up and get here!”
He hung up the phone and before Doja could get a word out Flight Risk was already breaking down the information to him. The two of them sat in the car pondering their thoughts and fifteen minutes later they saw Brittany’s Honda pulling in the yard. Brittany was a bad bitch, but she had some real fucked up ways. Doja and Flight Risk got out the car and leaned against the hood. Brittany strutted over to them and gave them both a hug. She grabbed the boonk out of Doja’s hand and started down how she was on the phone with dog. The dude had just dropped her off at her spot on 2nd street and was leaving when Doja was pulling up on the street. And when Doja asked what kind of vehicle they were in it all made sense. He remembered the three toned Buick Regal on the spinners ride by him with the Florida tags. But, now he and Flight Risk was trying to figure out how the fuck Brittany knew about the phone call if she wasn’t in the car because that part was making no sense.
Brittany explained to them how she had called the dude when she got in the house but when he seen Doja he told Brittany that he would get back at her in a few minutes. Well, he hung up the phone but didn’t clear the line so that’s how Brittany knew about the phone call. She recognized Doja’s voice instantly and she put two and two together because the dude said he was in town on some personal business. But, that he was going back to Florida as soon as it was done and he wanted her to come with him for a few days. Doja and Flight Risk sat there for a few moments to let all the information soak in, and to figure out how the dude knew about the price he had on Joshie head. They knew somebody on their team had to inform the dude. Doja reached in his pocket and peeled off twenty one hundred dollar bills and gave them to Brittany.
Brittany frowned. “Nah, keep that! I might need that later before I go back to college.”
He grinned. “I’ll have something major for you when you go back to college, just let me know before you slide.”
She agreed and Flight Risk rolled up another blunt.
“Brittany, this might be a lot to ask you and I don’t want to jeopardize your education and life right. But, I need you to help me out for my plan to go through,” said Doja.
Flight Risk looked at Doja. “Terry Brown!” they said in unison.
As all three of them laughed, Brittany was thinking and she knew she had to help Doja out. Plus, she always had a thing for Doja, but just never showed it. Plus, she knew Doja would look out for her, not to mention they grew up together. She chose the school life, college, and a real career, and Doja chose to live that City Life.
“Just let me know when. Matter of fact when he swerve back on me I’ll let you know i’ight,” she said.
She hugged Flight Risk and Doja but she held on hugged Doja a little tighter. When Britney got in her car, she sat there for a minute. Doja and Flight Risk didn’t know what she was doing. So about seven or eight minutes passed and Doja walked to her car. He startled her when he knocked her window. She let the window down and looked at him, “Check your phone.” With a smile she upped her window and drove off.
Doja walked back to the car and grabbed his sidekick off of the seat. He flipped it open and opened the text message. “Doja, tho we are on two different levels of our lives, I got you. I’m still hood believe that. I had feelings for you since middle skool but never knew how to get you to be my boyfriend. You doing yo thing so don’t think that this is becuz you are on top of your game. But becuz its been on my mind for years. I’ll alwayz have real love for you and whenever you need me I’ll be there. One day we’ll be able to talk, and if yo girl ask why this text in yo fone let her know we just kool. I know how femalez rock (smile). Peace out.”
Doja smiled for a second then shook his head. He now knew why Brittany turned the money away earlier. A couple of days later, Doja was on the block with Lil Pistol, Exotic, and Lost Soul. They were posted up at the 6, well Lil Pistol and Lost Soul had two rooms because they had some little bitches they met at the Northwoods Mall in the rooms. Doja had put the few niggas he trusted on point to the phone situation that happened a few days earlier. They were leaning against Lost Soul 05 Lincoln, on some 23inch black Ashanti’s that matched the black on black wet paint. At around 9 o’clock he got a text from Brittany. The text said that he was on his way there and that she was gonna leave the first bedroom window unlocked. He texted her back that everything was mix and that he should be around there at 12 and to make sure that she sucked and fucked him right and that no heat was in his reach. He then deleted the text messages.
He had a grin on his face and looked at Lost Soul.
“You know I fucks wit ya. It don’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out,” said Lost Soul.
The four of them laughed and then Doja spoke up. “Well, let’s slide out.”
Doja threw his keys to Exotic and told him to chill with Lost Soul lil mix that was in the room. He and Lost Soul got into his Lincoln and they left the Motel 6. When they left the Motel 6, they headed straight to the stash spot where Doja had a stolo on Old Dairy Rd. Doja already had two all in one black Dickey jumpsuits in the car because he figured that Exotic would probably be with him. It just so happen to be that Lost Soul was at the Motel 6 and Doja wanted to test him. Though he already knew Lost Soul was certified. It was known to the streets that little young nigga had a few bodies under his belt, but nobody could ever pin shit on him. Plus, it was rumored that the little nigga was worth some bread, but nobody ever knew how much. A lot of people doubted that rumor because of how he carried himself but that was what he wanted. As Doja and Lost Soul slid on the two jumpsuits, Doja pulled out two .38 snugged nose revolvers and a switchblade. He handed one of the .38’s to Lost Soul as he put the other one in his waist band and put the switchblade in his pocket.
Doja got in the driver’s seat of the stolen Chrysler Seabreeze, and Lost Soul got in the passenger seat. They drove lost in thought listening to Lil Buck’s “I’ma Get Cha” headed towards 2nd Street on trackside. Doja pulled down 2nd street and halfway he hit the lights and pulled on Duncan Ln. He backed the car up in the path and he and Lost Soul got out of the car with bandannas tied around their faces as they lurked through the shadows. They creeped on the side of Brittany’s spot and they saw Ceasar’s Buick Regal in the backyard. A wicked grin came across Doja’s face as he looked at the car, then he turned and lifted up the window Brittany left unlocked. They entered the house so quiet that they were laughing in their heads thinking they were professionals. They both eased down the hallway, to the room where the door was cracked open. Doja peeked in with the revolver in his right hand, and his left hand eased the door open. As he eased into the room, with Lost Soul right behind him. Doja headed to the side of the bed that Caesar was on as Lost Soul headed to the side with Brittany on. Doja took the revolver and struck Caesar across his face with it, which made he and Brittany jump up.
As Brittany jumped up, Lost Soul grabbed her by her throat and mouth to catch her scream. Caesar was caught with a left jab to the jaw by Doja. Doja pointed the revolver at Ceasar’s head and told him to get up. He got up out of the bed with only some boxers on and a pair of socks. Doja pulled the bandana from around his face and looked him square in the eyes.
“You shoulda checked the bitch that you was with, but instead you was sleeping with the motherfuckin enemy,” said Doja.
Caesar turned around and Brittany was getting dressed and pulling her hair into a ponytail. She blew a kiss at Caesar and walked to the side of the bed that he and Doja was on and kissed Doja on the cheek. Doja shrugged his shoulders as a wicked grin crept across his face. Lost Soul stood on the other side still and was enjoying this shit.
“I’ll tell you who told me about you and you can keep everything in the trunk of my car,” said Caesar.
Doja and Lost Soul looked at each other. “Keys,” said Doja.
“The keys in my jean pocket. In the trunk inside the speaker box is where you’ll find the stuff,” he said.
Lost Soul came on the side of the bed where Caesar's jeans were, and grabbed the keys and was headed out of the door. Doja grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear.
“Go get the stolo and pull in the back. He coming with us, but he’ll be in the trunk of the stolo. You’ll follow me in his car, and see what’s in it.”
Lost Soul nodded, then headed out the door. As Doja was in thought mugging Caesar, he finally broke the silence. “Who told you bout me?”
Caesar looked at him. “Are you going to let me go?”
Doja struck Caesar on the right side of his face. “Bitch, you ain’t in no position to ask questions. Now who the fuck told you bout me and the hit on your cousin?”
Caesar shook it off as his face began to swell instantly and his right eye partially close. “The little nigga Doug was talking and bragging not knowing who I was. And I already knew who you was because my little cousin Joshie told me about you.”
As Doja was about to say something, Lost Soul walked through the bedroom door behind Brittany, who was twirling some duct tape on her finger. Doja grabbed the duct tape from Brittany and threw it to Lost Soul as he put the revolver directly to Caesar's temple. “Try something stupid and your skull gonna have a sunroof.”
Doja took the scarf from around his neck, and stuffed it in Caesar mouth as Lost Soul can duct tape around Ceasar’s mouth and head. Lost soul also put the duct tape real tight around Ceasar’s wrist, and around his ankles. Doja and Lost Soul carried Caesar to the trunk of the stolo and pushed him in. As he thought for a moment he looked at Lost Soul with his signature grin.
“Lost Soul what you think about the Doug situation?”
“It don’t take a rocket scientist to realize that we got to make examples about both of these niggas, my nigga.”
Though it was some real shit that they were doing that could get them life or maybe even worse the three of them laughed and it was a change of plans. Doja told Lost Soul to give Brittany the keys to the car and then Doja told her to meet him at the dog kennel. Brittany didn’t question Doja, though she didn’t like being on country dark roads by herself. But, she had to prove her loyalty some more to Doja. Doja and Lost Soul knew exactly where Doug was at because they seen him turning into Robynwyn when they were headed to Brittany’s apartment. So they made it to their destination in no time, which was this bitch named Stacy’s house that he fucked with from time to time.
Doja and Lost Soul sat in the cut by Stacy’s house contemplating on what their next move was. Lost Soul was ready to go in there and kill everything. Doja thought about it but those revolvers were some cannons so they had to reconsider their options. Doja thought for a minute and then texted Doug from his prepaid cell phone that couldn’t be traced back to no one. He made it seem like he was a crackhead who needed a $50 piece of rock. After a few moments of waiting Doug walked out of Stacy’s house, hit the fence, and headed to the park on Wassamassaw Rd. When he got to the park he saw the Chrysler Seabreeze and thought for sure it was Stan, one of his serves. He walked up on the car as he seen the drivers back turned to the window, and noticed the driver was smoking something. As he got closer to the car he knocked at the window and spit the $50 piece out his mouth and into his hand. He never got the chance to say anything as his eyes got big as golf balls and he took a sharp blow to the back of the head. Doja got out of the car and popped the trunk.
Lost Soul pointed his revolver at the trunk just in case somehow Caesar had gotten loose. Once they both saw that he didn’t they rushed to get Doug’s body and placed him in the trunk with Caesar. When Caesar saw Doug’s body enter the trunk, his mind started going haywire. Doja closed the trunk and he and Lost Soul got in the stolo and headed to the dog kennel in the country. Doja called Brittany and told her to be cool, because he and Lost Soul were on their way. He told her that they would be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes and sure enough they arrived fifteen minutes after the call. Doja pulled all the way to the back and he and Lost Soul exited the car. As Doja popped the trunk with his left hand, he held the .38 revolver in his right hand as he opened the trunk. As the trunk upped, Caesar was still sitting there looking stuck and Doug was still knocked out. They took the two out of the trunk and as they dragged Doug across the grass to the shed, he started to wake up. As Doug fixed his eyes to see what was going on, he noticed three familiar faces. Lost Soul popped open an empty dog kennel and pointed the revolver at him.
“Get in it,” he said.
“Doja, Soul, what the fuck is going on?” asked Doug as his voice shaked a little. He was terrified because he knew what could happen to you if you fucked with Doja and his crew.
“In due time you will find out,” said Doja.
Doja used the master lock to conceal Doug in the kennel that he was in. As he and Lost Soul walked off Doug began screaming out all types of things that they all knew were a lie. They got to a crawling and squirming Caesar and Lost Soul laughed.
“Aww, is the big bad nigga trying to get away?” he asked.
Doja grabbed Caesar by his dreads and hit him with a powerful right hand jab to the jaw. As blood flew from Caesar's mouth, Doja and Lost Soul grabbed him by his legs and dragged him across the grass to the shed. As they dragged Caesar pass the dog kennels, Doug tried to get a closer look to see who it was that was being dragged. He caught a glimpse of the face in the moonlight, and realized that it was the dude from a few days ago. He knew he recognized the 3 toned Buick with the spinners on it, but he didn’t know what any of it had to do with him. They dragged Caesar's body into the shed and closed the door as they slid his body on some plastic Brittany had laid out on the floor. Brittany knew that Doja and his clique was certified but she had never seen them in action. But she vowed that whatever happened tonight would go with her to her grave. Doja threw the master lock key to Lost Soul.
“Go bring the bitch out of the kennel,” he said.
Lost Soul laughed at the joke and a few minutes later appeared with a stuttering Doug. Soon as Doug got in the shed, Lost Soul kicked him in the back of his knees which made him buckle and hit the ground.
“Do-do-do Doja, wh-wh-wh-what the mix i-i-is?” stuttered Doug. He was getting more terrified by the second and would do or say anything to make sure that his life didn’t end here tonight.
Doja smirked, Brittany shook her head, and Lost Soul burst out laughing.
“Niggas who talk too much get their issue,” said Doja. Doug started to say something but he cut him off. “You get on that ecstasy and liquor bitch, and you can’t hold shit! I been told you to learn your surroundings before you speak. And what I tell you before?”
Doug dropped his head, and Brittany cocked her head to the side as she figured out what Doja was talking about.
“What nigga? Cat got your tongue? Or did I say I was gonna cut that motherfucker out?” asked Doja as he reached in his pocket and whipped out his switchblade. When he opened the switchblade up, Lost Soul grabbed Doug by the chin and forehead. As Doug's mouth spread, Doja used his left hand to pull Doug’s tongue out his mouth and his right hand to cut his tongue out with the switchblade. As Doja threw Doug’s tongue at him, Brittany turned her head in disbelief.
“Give that nigga a sunroof,” said Doja to Lost Soul.
With no hesitation Lost Soul put two hollow tips in Doug’s face. As Doug’s body hit the floor, Caesar's eyes got as big as tennis balls and he started squirming trying to say something. Doja nodded for Lost Soul to take the gag from around Ceasar’s mouth. As soon as the gag was off Caesar started talking.
“It’s five bricks, three thousand pills, and 80 grand in my speaker box,” he said before Doja caught him with five hollow tips. Three to the chest and two to the face.
Brittany had never seen anyone get killed before, but she vowed to take what occurred tonight to her grave. Lost Soul looked over at Brittany and found her to be very beautiful and a down ass bitch after what she just witnessed. She didn’t even flinch. He had to have her and he would do what he had to, to get her. He was snapped out of his daze though as Doja told him to help put the bodies in the trunk of the stolo. Doja made a call to his girlfriend as he headed outside to put the bodies in the trunk. After they were done, Doja backed Ceasar’s Buick up all the way behind the shed. He walked back to where Brittany and Lost Soul were standing and called Precious to see if she left already and to make sure that she came straight to the kennels. About thirty to forty-five minutes later Precious pulled up in her SUV. Doja explained to her what to do and she did it. She and Brittany rode together in her SUV and he and Lost Soul rode together in the stolo. Doja drove the back way through Jedburg to come back on Old Dairy Road. Doja told Precious where to park at, while Doja drove in the secluded area that was cleared off for a new warehouse.
He parked, got out the stolo, popped the trunk and retrieved the lighter fluid and gasoline. As he and Lost Soul poured the gasoline and sprayed the lighter fluid on the car, Precious and Brittany sat in silence in the SUV. Doja set the car on fire and they threw the containers and the Dickie jumpsuits into the flaming car and they ran back to the SUV laughing. As Doja got in the front seat of the truck he kissed Precious deeply because he hadn’t seen his girl all day. He told Precious to go further up the road so that Lost Soul could get his car and as they pulled up to his Lincoln his lights were on and his TV was bright with the blue screens.
“Was your car running the whole time?” asked Brittany.
Lost Soul smiled and showed her the remote start. Doja told Lost Soul to holla at him later and he was going to drop Brittany off and head home. It was a little after 5 o’clock in the morning.
“She good! She can roll with me,” said Lost Soul as he got out of the truck.
Brittany looked at Doja to get his approval and Doja nodded his head toward his friend. “Everything good. He certified,” he said.
Lost Soul helped Brittany out of the SUV and headed towards his car. As Doja and Precious were driving off Doja’s sidekick went off and he answered it. “What nut?”
“Watch Brittany SUV, if she let me change her life,” said Lost Soul.
They shared a laugh.
“My nigga she good people. And she a rider, but you see that.”
“Say no more.”