“And they chose a random Wednesday night to post up on a corner that they know belongs to you? Sounds like a set up to me. That was your corner boy that called you back at the stash spot, right? If they purposely set up shop right in your turf, they knew that the second they did that, that a phone call would get put in to you, and that you would come down, so that you could handle it. They didn’t set up shop to disrespect you. They did it to lure you in. How much longer until we get there because they just pulled you right in?” she asked, reaching behind her to pull the gun she kept tucked at the back of her pants.
“We’ll be there in less than a minute,” I told her.
I usually had that third eye and could sense bullshit from a mile away. I didn’t see it the way Riot saw it, but if she did know what she was talking about, I removed my gun from my waist as well, sat it in my lap, and I killed my lights on the car. It really defeated the purpose of me doing that because the second I turned onto the corner, it’s as if they had niggas waiting out for me in the front because just like Riot predicted, bullets started flying our way. The seatbelt that she had on, she took that shit off, let a shot fly out through the passenger window, and she was small enough to duck down on the floor, but she kept her head up, and her arm out, and she let bullets fly out. I mean, she was letting that motha fucka ring.
I put the car in park, rolled my window down, and instead of shooting with the Glock that I’d placed in my lap, I went below the seat, where I kept an AK, and like we were in the middle of Afghanistan, it sounded like I was letting off bombs with what I was shooting. Bullets were flying in my direction, along with Riot’s direction, but she was able to handle her own.
“You good?” I screamed at her over the loud gun fire.
“Yeah! What the fuck, Dolo! Who are these niggas? Every time I get around you, I almost die!” she yelled at me.
I knew her ass was crazy for real because she didn’t sound angry or scared. If anything, she sounded aggravated that she had to be in the middle of a shootout right now.
“Ay, shoot that motha fuckin gun! Curse me out later. You ain’t almost die yet!” I talked shit, not taking my eyes off the right of me because if I looked over at her, one of those bullets were liable to fly into my skull, killing my ass right here on the spot.
This shit went on for over five minutes. I’m talking straight gun action. I had this fine ass bitch in the car with me, down on her knees, shooting out of the window, with the same urge that I had to stay alive. I know for a fact that if I would have been in the car with any other woman right now, that they would have been in this bitch screaming, crying, and stressing me the fuck out because they were afraid of what was taking place. Riot didn’t scream, or cry yet. She only snapped at me for a second, feeling like she kept getting a little closer to death every time that she was around me.
“Stay in the car. Let me make sure it’s no more niggas standing,” I told her, not even waiting for a response from her because I quickly got out of the car, AK in my hand, pointing it as I walked with it because I didn’t know if there were any men still alive.
I walked over to the area, and there was about ten niggas down on their backs. Bullet holes were shattered in just about every part of their body. To the right of me, I could see a nigga lying on his back, fingers twiddling, and his eyes were halfway open. He was hanging on by a thread. Seeing that, I walked over to him, pointed the gun right at his temple, and I pulled the trigger a couple of times, taking him out of the misery that he was in.
Walking around these men, I could see that somewhere on each of their bodies, they were stamped with the number 9 on them, signifying that all of them were members of dem 9 boyz. This shit wasn’t making any kind of sense to me. I haven’t fucked with them niggas in a while. Shit has been quiet. Yeah, we had our little run in at the listening party, where them niggas were sizing me up and down, but that wasn’t enough for them to bring their boys out here, put them on my turf, lead me into a fuckin trap, and shoot a nigga up like this. Shit had to be a little deeper than that, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
I walked away from the niggas that I killed, and I went over to Riot’s side, so that I could see what the fuck was going on over there. Just like my side, there was about ten to twelve niggas stretched out on the concrete. They were stretched out with bullets decorating their entire body as well, and the number 9 was tattooed on the side of each of their faces. I walked around, checking out each man that was stretched out, just making sure that no one was moving, and once that was confirmed, I ran over to the car, quickly jumped inside, and I drove the car further down because that’s where my corner was, and I wanted to see what it was looking like over there.
“Fuck! Fuck man!” I cursed, seeing all the bodies that were stretched out.
It was my men, and it was some of dem 9 boyz men as well. One of my little niggas, whose name was Jax was stretched out,and that hurt me a little bit because I was putting him in a position to learn all the ropes of this shit because he had heart, and passion for the game, and I wanted to elevate him. Jax was the nigga that hit me, telling me that dem 9 boyz had set up shop on my turf tonight, so to see him stretched out like this with many of my other men, it angered me, and made me sad as fuck.
I got out of the car, and I walked over to the bodies. I was so tuned in that I didn’t notice that Riot had gotten out of the car as well. She was standing not too far away from me, with her hands in her pockets, looking around at this bloodbath.
She didn’t say anything though. She stood there quietly, taking in this moment. I left her right there, and I went for my burner phone that I had placed in my pocket, and I quickly called Kendrick. It took about three rings for him to pick up the phone.
“Dolo, what’s good?” he answered, sounding like he was on cloud nine right now, and that there wasn’t anything that I could tell him that would fuck up his night.
The second I said what I was about to say to him, I knew that it would for sure fuck up everything that he had going on.
“Ay, round up everybody and tell them to meet at the warehouse. I need to call a meeting right quick,” I told him, and like I just said some bullshit to him, he sucked his teeth.
“Nigga, what? That shit can’t wait until the morning? I’m getting my dick sucked, and in about five more minutes, I’m about to be knee deep into some pussy. What the fuck, Dolo!” this stupid ass nigga barked at me over the phone.
“You think I give a fuck about what kind of pussy you about to slip into? Motha fucka, for me to call a meeting at the last minute, that should tell you how urgent this shit is. We got niggas stretched out on the fuckin concrete, and you talking about some pussy? Man, round these niggas the fuck up, and have them meet at the warehouse. I want everybody there in thenext thirty minutes!” I spat, followed by hanging the phone up on him, not even waiting for a response.
I was angry. Fuckin seething. I had too much shit going on right now to be beefing with these weak ass 9 boyz. All I wanted to do was move dope, and make money, yet they kept finding a way to fuck with me.
I turned my head, so that I could look down at Riot. Her hands were still inside of her pockets, as she stood there, looking down at her feet. It was as if she could feel my eyes on her because she turned her head, so that she could look up at me.
“My bad for putting you through that shit. You good?” I asked her.
Instead of getting a verbal response out of her, she just nodded her head, letting me know that she was cool.
“I gotta get my crew together, so that we can have a meeting. I gotta let them know what just happened, and what we’re up against. You going with me, or you want me to take you home?” I asked, hoping that she would tell me that she was going with me.
“You going to ride around with all these bullet holes in your car? I just got out of jail. I don’t need to be riding around like that, and you get pulled over, and now I’m back in jail,” she voiced, her reasons being valid.
“Nah. One of my homies got a body shop down the street. Ima drop it off over there, so that he can fix it, and I’ll pull off with whatever car he has available. You good. I keep telling you that ain’t nothing going to happen to you when your with me,” I said, and she rolled her eyes at me, looked at me like I was crazy, while tossing her head to the side.
“This the second time that I almost died while being around you,” there she was with that bullshit again.
