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Things had been boomin for Red and his squad from Bayside, they were really putting in work. Red was re-upping twice a week from Precious and Doja was thinking maybe he would toss Red some more work. But it was only a thought, if Red kept it up, then maybe. Precious was informing Doja on everything that was happening on the streets. She went to see Doja every week, her and Keema. She had wrote him a letter expressing herself about their relationship, and she really wanted a future for them and she was determined to have one. He sat on his bunk and opened up the letter that the C.O. had just slid under the door. Doja laid back in the bunk, after taking his headphones out his ear and began to read the letter.
Dear Doja,
Hey baby! I know you good because your face getting chunky (smile). The honey buns you eating must be getting you right. But I’m gonna do what you told me to do soon after I finish dropping you a few lines. I went and handled the bills today, plus I went by yo granny house. She said she’ll hurt you if you let me go, I think she really likes me. Keema is right here naggin me to tell you she say “hi.” But anyways you’ll get a longer letter and card tomorrow. This was just something to let you know I was thinking about you. Don’t forget to call me later. I’m going to handle business now.
Love Always,
Wifey Precious
Doja sat on his bunk with a wide ass grin on his face and he made it clear that she was going to have that title of Wifey.
Precious was in the room moving the money out of the safe along with three keys and two blocks of ecstasy, Keema was loading things up into the Benz as Precious cleaned out the safe for the locksmith to come remove the safe out of the floor. She took the money and the work and loaded it into her Yukon. She went back inside and brought out more clothes to put in her truck. The movers moved all of the big stuff earlier that day, into Precious and Doja’s new house in Blackberry Creek. The thing about that is, that they would be the third family to move in the neighborhood because houses were still getting built. Precious and Keema drove to the new home and they put up their clothes and stuff. Keema left the Benz at the new home, which was in Doja’s mother’s name. Beautiful was into the Realtor thing heavy but some say it was Doja’s old man for a front. And it was a hellafied front, but no one ever knew the truth. The work and all of the money was still in the back of the Yukon as Precious and Keema left the new neighborhood. They were headed to the storage place to put the work and all of Doja’s money that he had in the safe, but decided to go back and get Nino first. As Precious pulled up on Sandpiper she didn’t pay the black Crown Victorian any attention, neither did Keema. She pulled into the drive bumpin “You shoulda known better” by Monica and blazin a blunt. She and Keema were in their zone and didn't have a care in the world because they were living lovely and feeling even better.
They both got out the truck headed into the damn near empty apartment. As soon as Keema used her key to open the door, Nino started going fool on the other side of the house. By the time Precious and Keema could turn around, they were met by three niggas with black ski masks on. The first dude grabbed Precious around the mouth and waist and snatched her up. The second dude gave Keema a hard blow to the back of the head with the butt of the gun and knocked her out. The three dudes maneuvered Precious and Keema into the apartment and closed the door behind them. The dude who had Precious let her go, because she bit on the hand and he quickly gave her a hard right hook to the face. Precious hit the floor and landed right beside Keema. The second masked nigga told the other two to tie Precious and Keema up and tape their mouths shut. After the men tied up Precious and Keema, the second guy who had dreads looked at them.
“Listen, we ain’t trying to kill y’all bitches. We just want the bread and the work. Let us get that and we out.” He removed the tape from Precious mouth and she spit in his face. The dude hit Precious in the eye with a right hook, then a backhand. Precious had to come up with a plan and she had to do it quick. The dread head stood Precious up. “You want to act hard like a man then bitch get beat like a man.” The dude hit Precious in her stomach which made her keel over. And the dude quickly gave her a uppercut to the face, and started to kick her in the face and stomach.
The thing Keema realized when she came to was that these had to be niggas who knew shit that was in the house. But what really fucked Keema’s head up was that only one dude had a gun out. For some strange reason she thought it was Red because the dude who had the gun had a tattoo on his neck just like Red. The dude with the tattoo noticed that Keema was trying to look at something, but didn’t know what. He walked over to Keema and gave her a strong open hand slap, then a strong backhand across the face. He watched as blood flew from her mouth.
“What bitch?” he asked.
As Keema fixed her mouth to say something she saw the red dot glide across the dread heads face. At first she thought she was trippin, but she quickly erased that thought. Keema looked up at the guy.
“How could you Red?” she asked.
The dread head, the chunky dude, and the dude with the tattoo looked at each other.
“You don’t understand shit! She left me,” said Red as he tried to defend himself.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Keema saw the red dot again. But now it was two dots, one on the dread head’s forehead and one on the chubby dude heart. Next thing she knew the windows broke with the muffled sounds of gun shots. Two to the face of the dread head and three shots to the chubby dude chest. The dread head fell against Precious and the chubby dude flew against the wall and slid down it. Red was in a stuck position, because he never got a chance to shoot because a shot to the right hand made him drop his heat. As he crawled to get to it, Keema gave him a real hard kick to the throat which made him choke. She kicked the gun towards the kitchen to whoever it was coming through the window. She didn’t know who it was, but she knew they were on her and Precious side. As Red tried to recover, Keema kicked him constantly in the ribs and in the face. Keema looked at Precious and thought she was shot, until she seen Precious wiggling from under the dread head.
Precious looked towards the kitchen as she heard glass crushing under someone’s feet and to her amazement it was Exotic and Lil Pistol climbing through the window. Exotic ran to Keema and Precious as Lil Pistol reached and picked up the pistol that Keema kicked in the kitchen. Precious wondered why she didn’t hear any pops but when she looked at their guns she noticed that they had the silencers on them. At first she thought she was dead because she heard nothing, felt nothing, and saw nothing. She saw the dread head’s brains fly out on her face and he fell on her and they both hit the floor. She was still in shock as she grabbed the Glock out of Exotic’s hand and walked towards Red. Exotic grabbed Precious by the arm and looked her directly in the eyes.
“Precious, I know it's a fucked up situation but big sis he got to go. It may hurt, but he was out for blood because greed took over him,” he said.
Precious wiped the tear from her eye. “I told Doja I had him. Death before dishonor. I told him I’ll die for him and I’ll kill for him. He’s my king. I’m his queen.” Another tear dropped from her eyes. “How was I so blind to the fact?”
Lil Pistol had just got off the phone after bribing his uncle to come get rid of the bodies, and straighten up the apartment. She looked at her brother who was pleading for his life.
“Quanda and the babies, I got them. And for the baby sake you better hope Quanda ain’t know you was coming to rob me. You gotta go bra, I trusted you. Tell ma and pop’s I’m getting married soon.” As a tear fell down Precious face she squeezed twelve shots into Red’s chest. As Exotic walked up on Precious Lil Pistol grabbed his arm.
“I got my uncle on the way now, I told him I had $40 grand for him,” he said.
Exotic placed a call and told somebody to drop it off, but put it in the mailbox. Lil Pistol made a call back to his uncle and told him where the fedy would be at. Keema went and got Nino and she put him in the truck. Precious knelt down and kissed her brother’s forehead and a part of her stayed with that kiss. She knew from then on, it was only her and Doja. But she always knew Keema would ride or die for her and she knew how deep and how organized the “Breaded Boys” were. Precious headed outside and got in the passenger side of her truck, as Keema got in the driver seat. Exotic said he and Lil Pistol were gonna stay to make sure the 40 grand was worth it, but eleven hours later you couldn’t even tell that three bodies were slain in that same apartment.
'Designs By Us' were very talented carpenters, tilers and painters. Lil Pistol did the right thing by calling his uncle because now his uncle was on a contract with the “Breaded Boys.” He and his employees of 'Designs By Us,' were the new clean up crew. And the code words were “No Trace.”
Precious and Keema got to Blackberry Creek and after they put the work and money in the house Precious cried in Keema’s arms nearly six hours, and Keema cried her eyes out to because Red was also her brother in a way. They all grew up together. Precious just kept repeating in her head why Red would harm her for the money and drugs, when she was really blessing him and she made sure he been extra good. And she hoped Quanda knew nothing about it, but she would find out. She also made sure the police would be able to describe Red and be able to find him. She made that clear with Exotic, but the other two dudes she didn’t ever want their bodies found. Three days later the police found Red’s body in a ravine, which the police labeled it as a drug deal gone bad. She had a private service for her brother, only immediate family and friends were allowed. Not everybody from the public because she didn’t want everybody’s fake ass condolences. She kept her promise to Red about Quanda and the kids being straight but before she proceeded to do that, it was one thing she had to find out. She cocked .9mm with the silencer and Quanda rose up in the bed.
“What the fuck’s up Precious?” asked Quanda as she stared at Precious with wide eyes.
“Please tell me you had nothing to do with the situation about Red,” said Precious.
Quanda shook her head in disbelief, but she knew why Precious came at her like that. Quanda’s first child’s father was shot to death behind some bullshit with her on Rumney street last year. “Precious I know I ain’t the best people in the world but I had nothing to do with Red getting killed. I loved him. I had my first child by another man, though me and Red been separated we were never apart. Even though Red was the one who shot Suge on Rumney Street, I know that because I was there. Me and your brother had plans to move, but he got mixed up with some dread from Florida and a chubby dude who always stared at me. I overheard them talking about a major move, but he never said who he was going to rob. But Red made it clear that he was going to kill whoever the person was, because he had no choice.”
Precious sat there collecting her thoughts, and now she knew the streets had told her the truth. A few niggas from downtown off the “Rum” said that Red was the one who killed Suge, but know this, real niggas don’t snitch. Precious put the .9mm in her holster and then she got up and walked towards Quanda with a big Christian Dior bag. She placed the bag beside the bed. “I’m in the process of getting you a bigger spot in North Charleston, for you and my nephews. This is a $100 grand for you to start a life and get your cosmetology license to come work in one of my shops. This money is from Doja and the house is from me.” She was walking out but she stopped at the bedroom door. She looked back at Quanda and threw her a set of keys. “You got a navy blue Tahoe outside, 2005 on some 23’s. All this money clean, your aunty died in New York and left you the money. The rest of the information is in your glove box. I love ya like a sis, get some sleep and call me later so that I can fix your hair, you look a mess.” She smiled and slid out of the door after she kissed her two nephews. She got in the passenger side of her Yukon and Keema drove off. A thank you wasn’t needed the tears were enough.