Life After Death (6 page)

     Redman smacked his hand on the back seat.

     “She doesn’t.  Some things are best left unsaid. I see your pussy whipped ass don’t operate like that. You can tell her all of your biz; but keep me out of your conversations though.”

     Samantha twisted in her seat with the speed only a mad black women can possess!

     “Little boy I know you done lost your ever loving . . .”

     I held up my hand and she shut up by biting her lip. I gestured for her to turn back around in her seat, which she did.

     “You forced me to bring you, so kill that noise. I knew he would get mad, but I brought you anyway. So, just chill out for a few seconds."

     I then locked my eyes back on his.

     “Who or what has you so damn shook?”

     “Some cop just called my phone and said he knows you been killing the people associated with your case, and that . . .”

     I yelled at him!

     “Shut the hell up, boy! What you doing?”

     I looked at Samantha, who had a shocked look on her face. Redman looked at the both of us and laughed.

     “Damn big bro, you thought I was talking about some drug stuff? Hell nah, As long as I pay people to run my strip, I don’t have to worry about nothing associated with that. Anyway, that’s on you. You bought her with you.”

     Samantha leaned close to me, nose to nose, never taking her eyes from mine.

     “What the fuck is he talking about, Christopher Combs?”

     I looked deep into her eyes and I saw anger, concern, love, and understanding. I took a deep breath and softened my look toward her.

     “I’ve been killing people that had anything to do with me being sentenced to death.  Accept it, or walk away. Save the lecture for our unborn child. If you not saying you accepting it then I’m done hearing your voice until my child is born.”

    She moved even closer, pushing our noses together.

     “Don’t act like it’ll be that easy for you to let me go, bitch. Depending on how long you choose to do this depends on how long we will be in your life. And, if you stop hearing my voice now, you’ll never hear it again.”

     I smiled.

     “You right about that. You’ll die if you try to take my kid from me.”

     She smiled.

     “And you’ll die if I even think you are planning to kill me. Alright, you a murderer, and . . .? I’m not impressed because I’ve killed before, too. In fact, you seen my work.  What I am is a loyal chick. And if I’m going to be in your life as your wifey, we have to be on the same page. Understand?”

     With my eyes still locked on hers, I asked Redman the question that was killing me.

     “How are they on me?”

     Redman laughed.

     “I don’t know, man. Somebody put something together, and got you under investigation because – if they had anything solid against you, there would have been no warning phone call. All I know is that he said that I’m on my way to prison, so I’m ready to bounce. What you going to do?”

     Her stare probed deeper into me more than any other stare ever had.

     “Yeah, killer, tell me and your little brother what you about to do. We need to know.”

     She rubbed on her stomach as she said the last part. Redman’s phone then rang a couple of seconds later. After he answered it, he began to yell.

     “What the fuck? Fatima, Fatima!”

     I hopped into the backseat and stared at his phone. My mouth dropped open as I watched helplessly as Snowman stood over Fatima with his bandaged stomach, and kicked her savagely in her head and body. After a few seconds of stomping her, he stopped and looked into the camera.

     “ We done snatched six hundred thousand out of this stash. Where the fuck is the rest of our money? When you get it, bring it to the A, , if you want your friend back.”

     “Redman smiled sinisterly as he locked eyes with Snowman.”

     “Man, you have no idea who you are now beefing with. Let me tell you what’s going to happen. I’m going to get a list of all of your family members, and I’m going to kill all of them until I get to you. Then I’m going to kill you, too. I don’t know if you going to kill my girl or not, and I hope you don’t. But you are not holding me hostage on some hope. I’m going to murder you and whoever with you and anybody that even likes you. You want us in the A? Here we come.”

     He hung up and immediately dialed another number.

     “Crunchy, dead the shop and get your team together. We have to go introduce the A to how we put the murder game down." 

     Crunchy was quiet for a few seconds.

     “It’ll be seven of us. We not packing anything but guns. Everything else we’ll get on the road. What’s up though? I know you don’t think we just going to go into something blind. We respect you, not fear you, so, what up?”

     “Dudes from the A came down trying to extort Samantha. Her and my brother didn’t go for that  and one of theirs got killed. They done kidnapped Fatima and showed me on the phone her getting stomped out. They told us to come to the A to get her back, and that’s where me and my brother going. Y’all coming or not?”

     “Say no more. They want us in the A, we there. See you when you get here.”

     He immediately dialed another number. I heard my aunt pick up on the second ring.

     “Aunt Terry, pack up all the money and the bricks right now. We’ll be back in a few to pick everything up.”

     He closed his eyes as our Aunt was saying something to him.

     “Nah, everything is not alright. My girl was kidnapped and taken to Atlanta.  We going to get her back, dead or alive, and teach them boys a lesson. Are you coming?”

     He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was hoping that she would come with us. She had stepped up for him when our parents died and they became skin tight. The smile that suddenly stretched across his face made me smile.

     “Good, auntie. I’m going to need you. See you soon. Don’t pack anything. We’ll go shopping when we get down there.”

     I looked at Samantha.

     “Are you coming to Atlanta ?”

     She smiled, and then smacked the hell out of me. Redman laughed as he jumped out of the car!

     “I guess she answered your question. Go get the Benz and grab some cash. See you in a few.”

Chapter 21

[BANKHEAD, ATLANTA]

     Redman made us drive through Bankhead strictly because he’s a huge T.I. fan. I never thought I would see a city that was grimier than B-More, but Bankhead made me realize poverty resides everywhere. It looked more poor to me because it wasn’t blocks of row houses as I was used to. It was blocks of abandoned houses that were all fucked up and that one wouldn’t see in B-More. The streets that had nice size individual houses were in good shape. The thinking was that once one make the jump to a house, then it was time to take care of your shit. 

We got five rooms at the Hampton Inn in Buckhead. We also got a room at The Ellis Hotel for Aunt Terri. That was where we intended to keep all of the money and drugs.

     I took fifty thou out of our stash drove our ten soldiers to the Lenox Square Mall, handed them five g’s a piece, and we all had a ball. People wonder why one’s soldiers end up robbing and killing their boss; it’s because their boss was been stingy with the killers who kill for them – such stinginess never made sense to me. I always took good care of my soldiers to the extent that even lawyer money for all was already put up. I knew that many killers had rotted away in prison because their money hadn’t equaled their street rep! Not on my watch though.

     After we showed off in Lenox we headed to the Cumberland Mall with one goal in mind; to book some females. Although my soldiers had sex on their mind, that wasn’t why I was out to get in tight with one of these local women. There are five different ways to infiltrate a new state in order to get into big drug money. One, was by having family who are already established in the spot you seek to take over; two, was through street dudes who were well respected and feared in that area; three, the violent way;  four, was by buying support from the broke hustlers who were trying to come up by extending to them an opportunity to get the type of money they only dreamed about; and five was through unsuspecting, greedy females. It’s simple, be generous with money and have a good sex game and you will know all the info you will need in order to take over. This is a tactic that has been going on for decades.

    After walking around for a little while, we spotted a clique of bad females that had only one ugly chick. However, since the ugly chick had the sexiest body out of all them, she was cool. Redman was the slick, talking pretty boy who approached the group and had all of them eating out of his hand in less than five minutes. We then took them shopping, spending about ten thousand on them. Next, we all went back to the hotel and split up into little groups. I took two chicks with me to my hotel room where I knew Samantha was waiting.

     We walked into my room where Samantha was laying on the bed naked, playing with her kitty Kat, watching The Best of Pinky while she waited for us. I was the first to start getting naked. Everybody else quickly followed. The girls got on the bed and together started giving Samantha fellatio. Samantha’s eyes and mine locked. Very quickly she was moaning and squirming, and our eye contact never wavered. I then watched in pure lust at the asses that were floating in the air. I walked over to them slowly, and smirked as Samantha stared at my saluting soldier. I entered the red bone and enjoyed the loud sexy moan that escaped from her lips. Samantha smiled at me.

     “Fuck her good, baby!”

     I straight got to it, ramming it all the way in her, loving the way her ass jiggled with every stroke. The sound of different females moaning and screaming had me pumped up like I had drunk ten five-hour energy drinks. After a few minutes, I laid on the bed and Samantha straight hopped on my face. The other girl hopped on and  straddled my stallion. This was a hustler’s heaven! We all did our thing to one another for a couple of hours until I dozed off. 

I woke up to Samantha shaking me awake. The red bone chick was standing behind her, counting money and smoking a blunt. I looked back at Samantha and smiled because I could tell by her sly smirk that she was up to no good.

     “Chris, this is Jade. I paid her two stacks to give us the info we need on Snowman and them.”

     I looked at Jade, and then looked back at Samantha.

     “How you know she won’t set us up?”

     Jade stepped up in my face and looked me in the eyes as she slowly took off her shirt. She began to rub the scar that was beneath her belly button.

     “Snowman forced me to get an abortion. When I told him that I wanted to keep the baby, he put a blue glock .40 to my head, and told me to do the right thing. I finally am doing the right thing by getting revenge for my baby that he killed. Let’s go.”

     I got dressed and followed them out to the Benz. Jade got into the driver’s seat, and Samantha and I got in the back as Redman, who I had just awakened on our way out, got in the front. Jade put a CD in and sparked another blunt.

     “This a new Snowman mix tape. He the hottest in the A right now. I can’t stand him but I like his music. It’s twisted but what’s not these days?”

Chapter 22

     We drove for about fifteen minutes before she drove slowly by a huge white house and stopped.

     “See that white house that I just passed?”

     We all nodded yes.

     “Everybody calls it the White House. That’s where Messiah, Snowman, and others done made millions. It’s also where us stripper bitches love to go because you never walk out of there with less than a thousand dollars. And they don’t let you give up the cookies; you definitely walking out of there with no less than three thou. It’s always a bunch of niggaz in there that’s always strapped with big ass guns. But, by late at night, them same niggaz be all high and off point by weed, pills, and drink. That’s the best time to get them. Plus, nobody has ever tried any bullshit with them here, so they not prepared for that type of drama.”

    For the rest of the ride, I just planned out the way we would move late that night. She showed us what zones different rappers were from – Atlanta being divided into zones. We smoked during the entire tour. When the munchies hit, she took us to The Busy Bee Café and we got busy. There is nothing in the world like real country food! We went back to the motel where everybody was standing outside smoking and listening to music. Samantha and I picked two different chicks and we went into our room.

Chapter 23

     At about four in the morning, I sent out a group text: ”meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes, dressed in all black, and bring all the straps. Time to introduce these country ass dudes to the ways of Murdaland!” I sat in the parking lot cleaning my glock .40, watching as my team began to make it to the parking lot. Nobody had a cowardly look on their face. I thought that it was a shame that we getting ready to go murder some black men, but that’s just how shit is in these streets.