The strong smell of weed, alcohol, cigarette smoke, and fucking, invaded Shell’s nostrils as he stepped into the house being led by the sounds of squeaking bed springs and a man’s lustful grunts of sex. Standing now at the bedroom door, the sight of Creams sweaty black ass pumping in and out, with a pair of skinny brown legs thrown over his shoulder, only served to infuriate him! Casually pulling his .45 Smith & Weston from his waistband, Shell fired off a thunderous round into the trap house floor! BOOM!!!
“AHHHHHH!” Cream dived off the bed onto the floor as he and the young girl screamed out in terror at the same time! Stumbling clumsily outta the bathroom came Flame, pistol in one hand, holding his pants up with the other.
“Nigga what the fuck you think you doing! What the fuck is this bitch doing in here, and where is my goddam money!” Shell walked further into the room, pistol still in hand, with rage and fury exploding out of his blood red eyes!
“Bru it’s been slow! Aint no money coming!” Cream held his hand up in front of him, naked with unconcealed fear in his eyes as he stared up at the large pistol. He’d been shot enough times to know that he didn’t wanna get shot with a gun as big as the one Shell was holding. The girl on the bed shook uncontrollably with fright and uncertainty written all over her young face.
“It’s been slow? Nigga I left you two hundred bundles last night! How many did you get off!”
“Well bru it’ been slow and…”
“How many motherfucker!” Shell pointed the gun at Cream’s genitals.
“Twelve bru! I sold twelve bundles! They don’t want the dope we got! They want Black Magic! That nigga Lake got Black Magic right around the corner. That’s where all the money going bru!” Creams voice trembled, as the young female pulled the covers up to her chin, both watching the fury in Shell’s eyes along with the gun in his hand. Shell knew who Lake was. The nigga was a highly - ranked Blood, who always had a crew of niggas around him. To go at him would be like committing suicide.
“He’s right my nigga.” Flame tried to help plead Cream’s case. “That’s why I’m over here now. That nigga Chief got the projects sewed up right now with that same shit. I stayed out there all night and only sold fourteen bundles. It looks like I’m gone have to wait for that nigga to run out before I can really do my thing. Shit, bru, you might as well get you some of that jumpoff right there. The pussy got a lil twang to it, but it’s good. She got some smoking head too. Me and Cream been fucking her all morning. I slipped two Ex pills up her ass and the bitch can’t get enough!”
“Nigga fuck that!” Shell looked at Flame like he was speaking Chinese. “I owe my peoples a hundred bands and yall niggas over here bullshitting! If they aint coming to the trap, then get out there and go to them! If yall can’t move this work, then what the fuck I need yall for! Huh! Nigga get up and put yo fucking clothes on before I murder yo ass in here! And this bitch!” Shell stomped across the room, grabbed the terrified girl by the arm and drug her outta the bed kicking and screaming!
“EHHH! PLEASE! DON’T HURT ME!” the girl screamed petrified!
“Shut up bitch!” Shell screamed as he dragged her across the living room, snatched open the front door, and slung her tumbling down the dirt and rock hill, naked as the day she was born! Slamming the door behind her, stomping once again to the back, Shell continued his tirade. “Yall need to get the fuck out there and move this work! Not now, but right now! If the dope is moving slow, we got coke too! Move that! If the money aint coming to you then you go to the money motherfuckers!”
“Just chill bru I got you.” Flame gave Shell dap, threw on his flight jacket and headed out the door behind Cream. As soon as he was sure they were gone, Shell reached into his pocket, pulled out a bag of “Black Magic,” and took two healthy snorts, before nodding out on the living room floor.