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Authors: Boston George

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Fresh hopped up with the quickness and stole on the dirty man, dropping him off impact alone. He then quickly hopped up on top of the man and began raining punches on the man exposed face until the dirty man stopped moving.
Fresh stomped the man's head into the pavement one last time before he left the man alone. He walked back over to his seat and just left the dirty man laid out in the middle of the floor. The rest of the inmates just acted like nothing ever happened and continued on doing whatever it was they were doing.
 
 
“
Que hora es
?” Tito asked, trying to find out what time it was.
“It's 5:45 P.M.” Maria answered.
Maria loved being Tito's main girl; she had a pretty face and a nice body. Her good looks fooled a lot of people ... this Dominican was far from an angel. Maria grew up in the street, plus being involved with Tito for so long, drama was a small thing to her.
“What the fuck is taking your fat-ass sister so long?” Tito asked, getting upset.
“Shut up, papi,” Maria said from the passenger seat.
“There her fat ass go right there,” Tito said, pointing at the two-hundred-and-fifty-pound woman.
“Sorry I'm late,” Amber said as the whole car got lower once she got inside.
“Now where the fuck are we going?” Tito asked with an attitude. He hated helping Maria's sister; every week it was something new with her.
“I told you we going to the supermarket ‘cause Amber don't have any food for her kids,” Maria said rolling her eyes.
“She probably ate it all,” Tito mumbled as he pulled into the supermarket parking lot.
 
 
Inside the supermarket Nika stood on the long-ass line waiting to pay for her groceries. All she could think about was leaving to go to Miami. She had never been outside of New York and was so looking forward to the move. But more importantly she was excited for Pop. She knew he badly needed a change of scenery. Just by the way he'd been acting lately she could tell something was bothering him, but she knew he would never just come out and tell her, and she didn't ask because she didn't want to be a nag so instead, she just left the situation alone and just continued to count down the days until it was time for the two to leave. Nika stepped out of the supermarket and headed straight for her car.
 
 
“Get the fuck out of here,” Tito said out loud as he spotted Nika coming out of the supermarket carrying more bags then she could handle.
“What's wrong, baby?” Maria asked curiously.
“That bitch right there slapped me the other day because I didn't want to talk to her,” Tito lied.
“Who?” Maria blurted out.
“Shorty right there with the fucked-up weave,” Tito said, pointing. Without hesitation Maria and Amber hopped out the vehicle and ran over to catch up to the woman.
Nika headed to her car when out of nowhere a solid blow caught her in the back of her head. The impact from the blow caused Nika to drop her groceries as she struggled to stay on her feet. Once she regained her balance she quickly threw a wild right hook that connected with Maria's jaw. Nika quickly followed up with a left uppercut as she dragged Maria to the ground by her hair.
Before Nika could get another hit off she saw a bigger woman running at her full speed. She did the best she could to block the blow but the force from the big woman's punch still managed to move Nika's whole body.
Before Nika could swing back, Maria had busted her over the head with a gallon of milk that fell out of her grocery bag. “Fuckin' bitch!” Maria screamed in rage as she and Amber rained blow after blow on Nika's exposed face until it was covered with blood and cuts from the rings the two women wore.
“Hey, that's enough,” an innocent bystander shouted as he attempted to break up the fight.
“Yo, my man, mind your fuckin' business,” Tito said, placing his P89 to the man's rib cage.
Once the crowd started getting too large Tito figured it was time to be out. “Yo, that's it, we out,” Tito said, breaking up the fight. “Tell your punk-ass boyfriend he's next,” he said as he kicked Nika in the face before he disappeared through the crowd.
“That's what the fuck I'm talking about,” Tito said, watching the scene disappear through his rearview mirror.
“Fuck that, don't nobody be putting they hands on my man,” Maria said, trying to fix her hair in the small mirror.
“Yo, here, you going to have to take a cab to another supermarket,” Tito said, handing Amber $300 dollars as he dropped her off at her apartment.
“Call me later, girl,” Amber said to her sister right before the vehicle pulled off.
“That was good work back there baby,” Tito said, kissing Maria on the cheek.
“You know I'll do anything for you, papi,” she responded, fiddling with the radio.
“Oh, shit, I forgot I was supposed to do your mother's hair today,” she blurted out.
“Well, you can't because we going out tonight,” Tito said, stroking Maria's hair.
“That's not right, Tito,” she told him.
“Fuck that, do her hair tomorrow,” he dismissed.
“But I promised her I would do it today; at least take me over there so I can tell her I'll do it tomorrow,” Maria huffed.
“Use your cell phone and just call her,” Tito stated with a wave of his hand.
“Tito, stop being lazy and take me over there,” Maria demanded.
“You get on my fuckin' nerves,” Tito snarled as he made a detour.
 
 
“And then he kicked me in my face,” Nika said, trying to stop the tears from flowing as she sat on the couch.
“It's going to be okay, baby,” Pop said, trying to calm his woman down. “Stop crying, baby, you know I'm going to make that mu'fucka pay for this shit when I catch his ass.”
“I know, baby, I did the best I could,” Nika sobbed.
“I know, baby, that's why they had to jump you,” Pop said, putting an emotional bandage on her ego.
“I'm going to wear that big bitch out if I catch her by myself,” Nika said, replaying the whole scene in her head.
“Nah, baby, I'm going to take care of this you just get your shit ready to leave next week,” he said as he placed a clip in his 9 mm.
“I'll be back, I'm going to go see if I can catch one of these mu'fuckas slipping,” Pop stated flatly as he threw on his hoodie, and headed out the door.
 
 
Fresh walked out the bookings with a frown on his face. “Racist mu'fuckas!” he growled as he slid in the passenger seat of the ride that awaited him.
“Fuck took you so long?” Rusty asked as he pulled off.
“Fuckin' pigs had me sitting in there for three extra hours for nothing,” Fresh complained. “I had to fuck me a nigga up in there and all that.”
“Word?” Rusty laughed. “All in a day's work.”
“How did that other thing go?” Fresh asked as he grabbed the blunt from out the ashtray and lit it up.
“A piece of cake,” Rusty chuckled. “When I catch that bitch-ass nigga Tito I might just kill him with my bare hands.”
“We going to catch him,” Fresh said in between puffs. “It's just a matter of time,” he said convincingly.
“That mu'fucka better just keep on hiding,” Rusty said, still mad that Tito and the other men at the bar had fucked him up.
“Patience, just have some patience,” Fresh said, plucking his ashes out the window. “Tito's pride is gonna bring him out of hiding. You just wait and see.”
“Well, he need to hurry up because I'm tired of playing games with this clown,” Rusty huffed. “Matter of fact, I might just go out riding tonight looking for that clown.”
“Shit, if I know Tito the way I think I do I wouldn't be surprised if he'd be out riding looking for us,” Fresh said, leaning his seat all the way back.
“What the fuck is this?” Tito asked as he saw the always-dark street lit up by the many police cars. Immediately Tito passed his P89 to Maria. She had been through this drill a million times. She quickly tossed the gun in her pocket book like it was not a crime.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Tito asked a police officer as his tinted window came rolling down.
“Sir, just keep on moving, this matter doesn't concern you!” the rednecked officer answered.
“I live here, mu'fucka,” Tito yelled as he hopped out of the vehicle and ran toward his mother's house.
“I'm sorry, you can't go any further,” another police officer said as he restrained him.
“You are going to have to wait until the detectives finish looking around, sir.”
“Well, can you at least tell me what the fuck is going on?” Tito asked the officer.
“It seems like a burglary took place. The man of the house took two shots to his legs and the woman of the house seems to have had a heart attack.” Immediately Tito broke down into tears. He already knew what time it was; he knew this was the work of Fresh, because Fresh was the very man who had trained him.
Tito no longer wanted to go inside, instead he grabbed Maria by the wrist and jumped back inside his vehicle, driving away from the house he had once grown up in.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked.
Tito didn't answer, instead he remained silent. The thoughts that were racing through his mind were ones of an insane person. His mother was all he had and now that she was gone there was no telling what he would do.
Chapter Nineteen
Week Four
 
“Melissa, Melissa!” Pop yelled.
When he didn't get an answer he quickly snatched his 9 mm from his waistband and checked the entire hotel room, making sure no one was inside.
“I told her not to leave this fuckin' room,” Pop said to himself, wondering where she could be.
After thirty minutes of waiting he heard a key unlock the top lock on the door, followed by the bottom lock. Melissa strolled in, never noticing Pop sitting there as she came in with her hands full of bags.
“Where the fuck you been?”
“Oh, shit, Pop, you scared the shit out of me, why are you sitting here in the dark?” Melissa said, startled.
“Didn't I tell you not to leave this fuckin' hotel room?” Pop growled.
“Yeah, I know, I just went to Victoria's Secret so I could get me a few new pieces, so I could put on a show for you later,” she said naively. She meant well, but her actions were so stupid.
“Why can't you just listen?” he asked smugly.
“Pop I've been stuck in this hotel room for three weeks, three long boring weeks, I don't see why I can't go to the fuckin' store—”
Before Melissa could even finish pleading her case they were both caught off guard when their hotel room door flew open. Pop quickly grabbed his 9 mm from off of the coffee table and aimed it at the gunman. He hesitated to pull the trigger when he saw Rusty standing in front of his cannon.
“Rusty, what the fuck are you doing here?” Pop asked, lowering his gun.
“I was coming to kill this bitch,” Rusty answered, pointing at Melissa as he too lowered his weapon.
“Rusty, why are you trying to kill me?” Melissa asked, confused. “If I tell Fresh about this you know he going to hand you your ass,” she stated boldly.
“Bitch, Fresh is the one who hired Pop to kill your sister, but he didn't have the balls to do you too that's why I'm here,” Rusty said, aiming his .357 at the beautiful woman.
“I didn't have the balls? Nigga what the fuck you think I'm doing here right now? I was just about to smoke this bitch until you came busting up in here,” Pop stated sharply. “Now I ain't even going to be able to get no pussy before I kill her!”
“If you want we both could get some pussy,” Rusty said, looking at Melissa's nice body with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Nah, I have to do this alone,” Pop stated aggressively.
“You got it, Pop, just make sure you leave her in this hotel room so it can make the news, that way Fresh can verify you accomplished your mission.”
“Not a problem,” Pop responded as he escorted Rusty to the door.
“Holla at me when it's all said and done,” Rusty said as he gave Pop a pound then disappeared through the front door. Pop slammed the front door then turned toward Melissa.
“You a real piece of shit you know that?” Melissa snarled as tears ran freely from her eyes.
“Wait, baby, let me explain,” Pop pleaded.
“Explain?” Melissa exclaimed loudly. “Ain't shit to explain mu'fucka, you told me you would never hurt me,” Melissa whispered as she looked at him in pain.
“And I never will, baby,” he pleaded again.
“You never will? You murdered my fuckin' sister and made me get in the trunk with her dead body, then pretended you didn't know anything about it.”
“Baby, I was going to tell you,” he told her.
With the speed of lighting Melissa slapped Pop across his face twice, then tried to dig his eyes out with her nails.
“Chill the fuck out,” Pop yelled as he grabbed her arms and pinned her down on the bed. The whole time she was still kicking her legs and screaming. “Calm the fuck down,” Pop yelled. “I'm sorry. I swear I was going to tell you.” He paused. “I just couldn't.”
“Get off of me now!” Melissa said through clenched teeth. “You ain't no real man, you a pussy.”
“I'm sorry,” Pop said, letting Melissa up.
“That's it—you just sorry, that's all gon' tell me?”
“What do you want me to do?” Pop asked. He really felt bad for what he had done, but what's done is done.
“Why don't you just shoot me? That's why you here, right? Ain't that what you just told Rusty right? So do what you got to do,” Melissa said, removing her shirt and bra.
“Shoot me right in my heart, Pop, go ahead, what you waiting for? You already done ripped it in half, you might as well shoot it out,” Melissa said, getting all up in Pop's face. “Don't be a pussy now, you shot my sister.”
“Baby, let me explain.” He tried to plead his case again, but once again he got cut off.
“Why, Pop? Why did you do it?” Melissa asked as she melted inside of Pop's arms. “She ain't never did nothing to nobody. All she wanted was to be loved.”
“I'm sorry,” Pop whispered as he stroked Melissa's curly hair.
It wasn't much Pop could do but say sorry. The last thing he wanted was for Melissa to find out like this; if it was up to him he would have made sure she never found out what really happened that night but now it was too late.
“So you have to kill me right now don't you?” Melissa asked in a light whisper.
“You know I wouldn't lay a finger on you,” Pop assured her.
“Baby, I didn't want to hurt you but I was in a no-win situation. Fresh thought your sister was going to tell the cops everything she knew, and he couldn't let it go down like that. You know how the game goes.”
“So if you don't kill me then what's going to happen to you?” she asked as her shoulders went up and down from her sobbing getting worse.
“Let me worry about that,” Pop told her. “When that bridge comes then I'll cross it.”
Melissa didn't respond, instead she just studied Pop's face. She could tell that he was sorry for what he had done, but still, Melissa couldn't find a way to forgive the man she once loved.
“So what happens now?” Melissa asked.
“You leave town tonight, because if you stay you already know what's going to happen,” he answered sharply.
“Pop, I was really hoping this could work,” she said, looking him in his eyes.
“It's too late for all that now,” Pop said looking the woman in her eyes. “If I could go back and do it all over again you know I would. I would just start over from scratch and just stayed broke, but then you probably wouldn't even be standing here with me,” he chuckled.
“I love you, Pop, always have and I always will,” Melissa said as she gave him a big bear hug.
In her heart she knew this was the last time she would ever hug Pop again in this lifetime, so she made sure it was a good one.
“You need me to drive you to the airport?” Pop asked with his head hung low.
“Nah, my car is right outside, I'll just take myself,” she answered quickly.
“You need money to get on the plane?” he asked.
“Nah, I'm straight Pop, you just make sure you take care of yourself, and try not to ruin another good woman's life,” Melissa said as she walked out of the hotel room into the pouring rain.
Pop stood in the doorway and just watched Melissa walk out into the rain and out of his life. His eyes began to water, but he had been through so much pain in his life that tears were far from falling from his eyes. He just wished that it didn't have to end like this.
Melissa stepped outside and couldn't believe what she just heard. How could the man she loved so much kill her sister? The way she found out just seemed to make it ten times worse.
I should go to the police and tell on all their asses
, Melissa thought as hurt crept into her heart. She wanted to hate Pop but something inside of her wouldn't let her.
“I fuckin' hate him!” Melissa yelled out, trying to convince herself as she fished inside her purse for her keys. As soon as her key touched the lock, Melissa felt a gloved hand cover her mouth and something sharp poking her in her neck.
“Bitch, don't even think about screaming,” Rusty warned as he quickly escorted Melissa over to where his van was parked.
“I knew that nigga was gonna bitch up,” Rusty said, laughing as he violently shoved Melissa in the back of the van.
“Bitch, lay on your stomach!” he demanded as he duct-taped both of her hands together, followed by her mouth.
“You can scream all you want now,” Rusty chuckled as he began checking out Melissa's sexy, meaty thighs. By the look on his face she could already see what he was thinking. She tried to scream but nothing came out but a muffled noise.
“No one can hear you, sweetheart,” Rusty said with a smile as he unbuttoned her jeans and removed them. He then reached down and ripped Melissa's thong off.
“Damn!” Rusty huffed when he saw how fat and pretty Melissa's pussy lips were.
“No wonder that nigga Pop tried to keep you all to himself,” he said as he roughly separated Melissa's legs and began eating her pussy like he was a porn star. Melissa was trying to scream but with the tape on her mouth it made her screams sound more like moans, and that only excited Rusty even more. He continued to lick and suck on Melissa's clit as he inserted two fingers inside her pussy, and began to slide them in and out in a fast, rough motion.
Rusty then stood up, staring at her. He tasted his fingers as he unbuckled his belt with his other hand.
“You been fuckin with that young nigga Pop, now it's time to show you how a real man puts it down,” Rusty said, pulling out his dick.
“Yeah, you like that don't you?” He smiled as he stroked it. Rusty thought about putting on a condom but since he was going to kill her afterward anyway he decided against it.
“Open up those legs for daddy,” Rusty said, sounding like a pervert. Just as he slipped the head inside of her love tunnel he felt a blunt object connect with the back of his head. Once Rusty hit the ground Pop proceeded to pistol-whip the man until he was sure he was out cold. Pop then quickly snatched the tape off of Melissa's mouth, then cut the tape from off her wrist.
“Get your shit and get the fuck outta here,” Pop said, feeling bad for the woman. It seemed like bad things only happened to good people.
Once Melissa was free she quickly ran over to Rusty's body and began to stomp him in his face, barefoot.
“What the fuck is you doing?” Pop asked, grabbing Melissa by her shoulders.
“Put your clothes back on and get the fuck out of here.”
Once Pop let Melissa go she quickly turned and smacked the shit out of him.
“Fuck you, Pop, I wish never fuckin' met you,” she said as her voice cracked as she began putting her clothes back on. Pop wanted to tell Melissa how sorry he was but he knew it wouldn't do him no good so instead he decided to just stay out of her way. Deep down inside he felt like shit. “All I wanted to do was just make a little money, get a few women, and leave town and start up a business,” he said to himself, wondering how the hell things got so messed up so fast. Once Melissa had all her clothes on she stormed past Pop, never looking back.
“Leave this fucked-up city and never come back you hear me?” Pop yelled out. “Never come back ...” His voice faded into a whisper as he watched her storm out the parking lot and out of his life forever.
“I love you, baby,” Pop said in a volume that only he could hear. He looked over and saw Rusty still laid out on the ground. He knew he had just crossed the line but his heart was too good to let Melissa go out like that. Melissa was a good girl and the sad part was she wasn't even thinking about going to the police or at least back then she wasn't.
 
 
Forty-eight hours had passed and Tito had finally come up with the perfect plan on how he was going to kill Fresh. Tito doubled-parked his Acura in front of the projects. After sitting there for twenty minutes he saw the person he was looking for. Immediately he popped his trunk and slid out the driver door.
When Pooh saw Tito power-walking in his direction, he damn near shitted on himself. His first thought was to reach for the .380 he had tucked in his boot, but he knew by the time he got to his weapon he would already have three hot slugs in his back, so instead Pooh tried to act regular.
“Oh, shit, my nigga, Tito what's poppin'? Pooh said, extending his hand to give the man some dap.
“Put ya fuckin' hand down you already know what's poppin',” Tito responded, placing his P89 to the big man's ribs.
“Come on, man, all this shit isn't called for,” Pooh pleaded.

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