Still Sheisty: Part 2 (Triple Crown Publications Presents) (3 page)

Tucker refused to believe it until he saw him. He phoned his boys from the Dirty South, Peewee and Cornell, to tell them the news. Everything became a reality when he stepped into the morgue. Tucker's body caught an instant chill from the cool temperature in the place and the smell of dead people gave him a nauseating feeling. The coroner asked him what his relationship was to the deceased.

"I'm his brother." Tucker followed the man to another room where he saw his best friend lying dead with a head the size of a basketball and his brains oozing out on the table. His stomach felt very weak from the sight of Malikai and his emotions were mixed with pain, anger and sorrow. Mali was the closest thing to a brother he had and his loss was too great to ignore. Tucker disregarded the words of his father and shed a few tears. Then he started to beat up on himself, feeling responsible for not being there to protect Malikai. He failed as his brother's keeper. To him, he was just as much the blame as the nigga that pulled the trigger. Looking at Malikai lying there like that was hard on his eyes. Tucker leaned over Mali's corpse and thought about all the good times they shared, there were so many memories to hold on to. Malikai, twenty-five, was too young to die, he was just starting to live life and just like that, it was over.

"Damn Mali, we should have left this drug game alone along time ago. It's over for me now. This shit is so played out, I'm done! I don't want to do this shit no more." Tucker spoke to Malikai as if he could hear him. The shine was no longer worth the headache, heartache, or losses that come along with the ter-ritory. Tucker was eighteen when he started selling drugs and it took him every bit of the ten years he spent hustling to realize that this game ain't fair. It's a lot of money to be made, but it'll never make you rich nor will it let you go without paying a price.

Either you lose yourself, your freedom or your soul at the end of either road, it ain't worth it. Tucker would never gain anything from hustling that could replace his loss, so for him this
was
the end of the road. Malikai's death was surely his wake up call, while he still had half a soul left. The game, as he knew it, was over.

Shana couldn't help but wonder what Smitty's
"you owe me"
comment meant as he walked out the door.
She didn't spend too much time dwelling on it 'cause more then anything else, she was happy he finally left her and K.C. alone. Shana wasted no time taking advantage of her
'alone at last'
thoughts as soon as she closed the door behind Smitty. Her man was home from jail and it was time to put some good ol'
'freedom pussy'
on his ass. For the past couple of months she'd been giving it to him with restrictions due to the rules of their conjugal visits. Shana fucked K.C. until his nut sack started running on empty, putting him into a comatose sleep for the rest of the night. That was a good move on her part because shortly after that the phone started to ring off the hook. It was Chasity calling just to harass her.

Shana decided to pick up and hear her out but all she would say was,
"bitch,"
and then hang up so Shana turned off the ringer.

Still, she couldn't sleep, thinking about the stunt Chasity had pulled earlier - the crank calls and wondering how much further she was gonna take things.

'I swear if I would of known the girl was a psycho I would of
never fuck around with her.'
She also thought about Smitty coming to her rescue with the quick cover up. That was real suspect, to her because her vibes for Smitty weren't right from day one.

She could tell he was a sheisty individual. Being from the streets, where game recognize game, it ain't hard to tell whose grimey off of one sit down conversation. Smitty fit the bill in every sense of the word, so when he said she owed him; he meant it because it wasn't in his character to lookout for her for nothing. Without any doubt, Shana knew he had some shit up his sleeve. She just didn't know what to expect.

'Maybe I should have just been straight up with K.C. about
what went down while he was locked up.'
Shana never thought his life-sentence would really get thrown out, so she kept her secret to herself. Now, she had to make sure Smitty kept it. K.C.

had issues with the fact that his mom was a lesbian. It was because of that, she knew it would matter that she had been with Chasity, especially since she was his wife. In no way did Shana feel she was a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter.

In her eyes it was just a little bi-curious experience that got out of hand.
'Now Chasity is trying to fuck up everything, but I won't
let it go down like that'.
First thing in the morning she decided she would change their phone number and began her search for a new apartment.

C-God felt it would be best to stay at a motel for a couple of
days or at least until he got his head right.
He figured if niggas knew where Mike was resting on the low, they more than likely knew about his spot. As Ness dropped him off, he gave him direct orders.

"Yo, go to my crib, get the yayo, the guns and here, this is the combination to the safe, bring my money too," he said handing him a small piece of paper with six digits on it.

'Money,'
Ness thought to himself as jackpot bells went off in his head. "How much money?" He asked C-God out of curiosity.

"Shit, I don't know. It's enough though. What the fuck you worried about it for? Just bring it to me." C-God knew exactly how much money he had, but this was a test to see if he could trust Ness. "Oh and don't forget the scale, a'ight. Can you handle that? 'Cause yo, ya'll lil' niggas don't be on top of shit like my man Mike. A nigga gotta get all specific; breaking shit down for ya'll slow ass muthafuckas. So, I'm trusting you to get my shit and bring it to me. Don't fuck up! A'ight, one!" C-God said giving Ness a pound and then getting out of the hooptie. Ness quickly agreed and sped off. Wasting no time, he pulled out his cell phone and called Smitty.

"Yo, what up Smit?"

"What up nigga, how's it going down?"

"Yo man this nigga don't have a clue, he thinks it was that kid Tucker."

"Oh word, that's a good thing."

"I know, but yo, he's sending me over to his spot right now to get his shit-
all of it , yo!
"

"Yo, you for real, dawg?"

"Hell yeah nigga, I got the combination to his safe. I'm heading over there right now!"

"So yo, fuck all that other bullshit we talked about and let's get his ass now. How much shit he working with?"

"Yo, he ain't say, but that's his spot, so everything is probably up in there. I just ain't wanna straight gank his ass like that

'cause then he gon' know I did it."

"Man, fuck that punk ass muthafucka. He handing his shit right to us and with Mike gone that nigga ain't shit, dude.

Besides, niggas ain't feeling him like that no more in the hood.

I'm telling you, if we come around and start showing these niggas mad love, they gon' flip on that nigga C, son word up!" Ness pulled up into a parking spot in front of C-God's building; he turned off the car and sat in silence for a moment thinking about how C had treated him like some punk ass chump.

Never once did C say
'good looking out,'
or
'thanks man, you
saved my fucking life.'

"Yo, you still there," Smitty asked breaking the silence.

"Yeah."

"So what muthafucka, you need me to come hold your hand or something," laughed Smitty as he sensed some hesitation in Ness.

"Nah, dawg. I got this; I'll hit you when I'm done."

"You sure nigga 'cause I'm sensing some
nervousness
in your blood?"

"Nigga I got this, I'ma hit you back!"

"A'ight!" said Smitty.

Ness entered C-God's Hempstead apartment and greed took over instantly. Inside was 10 kilos of uncut cocaine wrapped tightly in clear plastic, about 200g's in the safe and three guns.

He thought about what Smitty had said; C-God did hand everything to them, but he didn't expect it to be on a silver platter. All types of 'come up' schemes ran through his mind as he placed the keys in a plastic garbage bag, poured a bottle of fabric softener on top to conceal the scent, and then packed it all inside a duffel bag filled with dirty clothes. There was no way Ness could take everything down to the car all at once, so he figured he'd take the drugs first and then come back for the money. The guns, he planned to leave behind. Ness entered the elevator with the duffel bag strapped across his shoulder. When the elevator doors opened, he headed towards the double doors, and spotted the FBI everywhere. Starting to panic, his instincts told him to run like hell, but where was he going to run to. The best thing for him to do was play it cool and proceed with the plan.

Exiting the building, Ness walked past them as calm as possible.

He'd been arrested enough times to know that a reaction or the slightest sign of discomfort is what they look for. Just as he had reached nearly 20 feet from the car, a voice called out to him.

"Hey boy, where you coming from?" an officer asked. Ness, shitting bricks, managed to remain calm and speak without showing any signs of nervousness.

"I'm coming from my girlfriend's house. Is there a problem Sir?"

"Well I don't know, is there? It's pretty early in the morning boy, where are you heading to? Did your girlfriend and you have a fight, 'cause that's a big ol' bag you got there." "It's just some dirty clothes I'm taking over to the laundro-mat. You know, underwears, socks and tees;
would
you like to take a look Sir?" he said unzipping the bag just enough to expose the dirty clothes he had lying on top of the coke. Ness was scared shitless, but he had to take his chances hoping it would throw him off.

"No, that's okay son, by the way what did you say you your name was again," asked the officer just as he was headed back towards the building.

"It's Calvin, Calvin Greene, sir," he said smiling and lying his ass off. He knew damn well he never asked his name in the first place.

"Would you happen to know a fellow in this building that goes by the name C-God?" the officer asked.

"No officer, I don't, why? Did he do something bad, sir?" Ness pressed for info.

"Let's just say he's one of the bad guys."

"No way, officer. I stay away from them bad guys." He was really laying it on thick. "Far away! I'm a good guy, you know I have a nine to five. As a matter of fact, I was just promoted to supervisor at my job."

"Really and where is that?" asked the officer.

"Mac Donald's, and one day I hope to open a franchise of my own." Ness couldn't believe the bullshit coming from his own mouth.

"Alright kid, good for you, just stay out of trouble." The officer said heading towards the building as he spotted the K-9 unit pulling up.

'Oh shit,'
Ness thought as he opened his car door in a hurry, jumped in and pulled off immediately before the dogs caught a whiff of what was really in the bag. Sweating bullets, he knew how close he came to getting knocked. He started to laugh thinking about how well he played that pig.

"Ahhh Fuck!" Ness yelled , remembering what he left behind. "Damn, why I ain't take the fucking money." Pulling his cell phone from his pocket he dialed C's cell. C-God saw Ness's number come up on the phone and picked up beefing.

"You's a stupid muthafucka, why the fuck is you calling me from your cell nigga?"

"Yo C, I know but -"

"No nigga, obviously you don't know! Go find a fucking payphone and - nah you know what, fuck all that, just bring my shit to me," he said with such authority in his disrespectful tone before hanging up.

"Fuck you nigga! You ain't got your shit," Ness yelled as he threw his phone in the passenger's seat. "I ain't giving that nigga shit." He had a plan and C-God was going to no choice but to step down for Ness' takeover, or die. His plan was simple--set up shop with the bricks and flip the profit. It would take some careful planning but Ness had the overall scheme ready. He didn't really know much about pushing weight, but Smitty did. Now all he needed was a few soldiers behind him, just in case C-God tried to get at him. Ness remembered the wild stories from back in the days about the fear C-God pumped into nigga's hearts.

But, for the past few years he'd been rolling with him all he witnessed was his sharp ass tongue. It was Mike who always pulled the trigger for him and he's been dismissed.
'So what next?'
Ness thought. After watching C-God get weak over a broad, Ness no longer respected his gangsta. Of course he wasn't gon' straight sleep on the nigga neither because it was always better to be safe then sorry. Establishing a squad that was ready for war was first on his list of things to do, you know, just to be on the safe side of the fence. Ness stopped at a pay phone and called C back.

"Yo, who this?" C answered his cell on the third ring.

"Yo man, it's Ness. Listen I ain't got your shit dawg. I went to the crib and the Feds was all over place. They had dogs and all types of shit. So a nigga just kept going."

"Yo what the fuck, did they get in my crib?" C-God asked.

"They was running up in the building, I ain't even get out the car. All I seen was police rolling deep and I got the fuck up out the area."

"So yo, wait a little while, go scoop up Reg, then go back over there and check that shit out. It might not even be my spot they hit." C-God ordered.

"Nah, dawg. I ain't going back over there." Ness said.

"What the fuck you mean you ain't going back over there?"

"Yo son, check this out if they ran up in your shit, then nine times out of ten they still there, or they watching it and I ain't getting caught up in that, dawg," Ness said standing his ground and refusing to let C-God punk him.

"Yo, you bitch ass nigga, what the fuc-" Before C-God could finish his verbal lashing, the payphone operator asked for five more cents for the next two minutes and Ness hung up.

He got back in his hooptie and fumble through the arm rest for some sounds, music was always his motivation. He was excited about his chance to finally make some real doe. Finding a tape he popped it in and turned up the volume.