We stood in silence after that, just waiting for a truck to pull up with their supply in it.
“Aww shit. There the trucks go pulling in right there,” Kendrick was the one to spot it.
I made my way to the front of the van, looked out of the passenger window, confirming that the trucks just finished pulling up like Kendrick announced.
“Don’t get out now. We walk out now, and we give them time to prepare. We need to catch them off guard. Don’t get out until they start unloading the product. Duke, you stay in the van. When you see us make it up front, and you hear the guns start going off, that’s when you bring the van up front, so that we can put the product in the back. I don’t want none of their men standing. Ya’ll know how drops work. Typically, when we do our drops, we have a lot of men out there. I’m sure they’re going to have a lot of their men here too, so I’m trying to swipe all them niggas out. Clear out at least 80% of what’s left of dem 9 boyz,” I gave out instructions, and everyone in the van nodded their heads, ready to do what we had to do.
I chose Duke to drive the van because I had to have somebody stay back, and it was him that I chose. When it came to perfect shooters, me, Kendrick, Bray, and Diego were beast already, but we had two other niggas with us that I knew could bust their guns just as good, so they were coming with us too.
In this moment, I thought about Mook for a split second. I knew he would have loved this shit tonight. Mook was the wild one, that loved opportunities when we got to bust our guns. He lived for this kind of shit.
“Alright ya’ll. Unloading just started. Let’s roll,” I directed, seeing that the trucks started opening, and niggas were moving fast, getting the work, and putting it in the truck.
We jumped out the back of the van, ducking down once we were out, and Bray was the last one out, so he closed the hatch. Once that was done, and we were all together, we crept over, guns drawn, walking into the gate, and the second we were close enough, I was the one that aired out the first shot, seeing a nigga walking out of the truck, holding a container in his hands, and I popped him right in his chest, ending him.
From there, it sounded like the 4thof July out here. I split up from my men because it wouldn’t have been smart for us to stay together. We had to take different routes, so that shots could fire from all over. You couldn’t expect to pull up at another niggas drop and think that they weren’t going to have guns too, and bust back, so bullets were flying our way as well.
We were in an open trucking field. There were 18- wheeler trucks that were station out here, which helped in hiding behind. I would run out, find at least two niggas lacking, bust my gun with head shots, and then duck back behind an 18- wheeler truck.
“You got like two niggas on the side of that truck, Dolo. Watch your back. Stay the fuck alive, nigga! Ima go the other way!” Bray barked at me, standing on the other side, behind a couple of trucks of his own.
I heard him loud and clear, so I rushed over, going for the other side of the truck, and just like he warned me, there were two men from dem 9 boyz on the side, and they had their gunsdrawn my way, ready to catch me slipping, so that they could kill my ass.
I took a peek, only put my arm out, leaving my body behind the truck, and I struck one of those niggas right in the arm, leaving him no choice but to drop the gun that he had in his hand. When he dropped it, I was able to send off a single shot, popping him in the middle of his forehead, and he went down. His partner was behind him, sending out unnecessary shots, letting bullets fly out that wasn’t hitting anybody. I was just waiting for the moment he wasted all his bullets, and that’s when I was going to get his ass.
At the same time, I kept turning my head, making sure that nobody snuck up behind me. The second I heard the bullets stop flying from the one dude that was wasting rounds, I looked over, saw him take off, and I hit that nigga right in the back of his legs, causing him to fall face first.
I was quick, taking off in his direction, flipping that nigga over on his back with my foot, training the gun on him, wanting him to answer me before I blew his brains out.
“Where Elijah, and Elias at?” I asked him. He lay there in pain, screaming from the shot that he took in the back of his leg.
“Ffffff…. Fuck you nigga! I ain’t telling you shit!” he spat.
I chuckled at that, removing the gun from being trained on his forehead, and I lowered it down to his thigh, sending another shot, popping him, making him scream out again.
“Ima keep letting off rounds until you tell me where those niggas at. Where the fuck is Elijah, and Elias?” I roared.
He ignored me again, causing me to pull the trigger again, popping him on his other thigh, hitting him on his hands, and his legs. Any place that I knew wouldn’t kill him but just cause an extreme amount of pain.
“Okay…. Okay! Nigga, damn! They… They parked on the other side of the gate!” he groaned out in pain to me.
“See nigga. That was all you had to say,” I responded with a smile on my face, finally putting the gun back to his head, pulling the trigger, ending him right there.
I took off, so that I could see what else was happening. At the same time, I was trying to get to the other side of the gate, so that I could see where Elijah and Elias were. I knew that my men could handle what was taking place in this lot. I wanted to get to the brothers. The war with them wouldn’t stop until both of them were gone.
Like a track star, I made it out of the gate, and right there, I saw that black Ferrari that I knew belonged to Elijah go taking off down the street, going in a totally different direction.
“Fuck man!” I spat, pissed that they’d gotten away. Reasons like this is why I didn’t have any respect for them niggas.
A whole shoot out was taking place out here, with men that worked for them, and instead of standing in the paint, helping their niggas out, they ran off like some scary ass bitches. I’ve never respected them. They never proved that they deserved a spot to be in the drug game. This shit was handed down to them, and when things got hard within their organization, they ran and sent their men to handle their dirty work. I haven’t seen those niggas since that night at the listening party.
I ran back in through the gate, and by this time, all the shooting had come to an end. It looked like a fuckin battlefield out here. Niggas were stretched out all over the concrete. Not only was it a lot of dem 9 boyz members that were stretched out, but the suppliers that had come to drop the drugs off were stretched out too.
Duke had already pulled the van into the field, and my guys were taking the containers from off the truck, so that they could load it onto the van. Everything that them niggas were expecting, we took that shit, packing it up. Elijah and Elias were going to feel this hit. Not only did they just lose men, but theylost product. I didn’t know who the fuck their supplier was, but they no longer had to only worry about beefing with MBM. Now they had to beef with the supplier because without the drugs, they couldn’t push shit out on the street, meaning that they couldn’t make any fuckin money. If I didn’t get to them niggas first and kill them, then their supplier would.
I would hate to have to be in their shoes right now. I could only imagine having to call Octavio and tell him that somebody had stolen his shit. Man, his ass would have been on the first thing smoking to get to Miami, so that he could kill me, and every nigga that’s affiliated with me.
“Elijah, and Elias were here. One of the niggas that I killed told me that they were parked outside the gate. The second I got out there, they took off,” I said to my crew, as they were loading the van up.
