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ME AND SPLIF went to take care of some business with some nigga on 105th who we had been dealing with for some time. I was tired and had to get home and the drive was kind of long. I just purchased a three hundred and fifty thousand dollar house out in Rock River and I was very proud to have something like it. Coming from the projects to living in a house as beautiful as this, was a plus. I lived in the suburbs of Cleveland where a lot of doctors and lawyers lived. Didn’t too many black people live out there unless you were some type of pro sports figure or drug dealer such as myself. I had a wife and two little girls, who I took very good care of. My wife be tripping some times when I come in the house late, and she knew what the fuck was what but she had to try to put her foot down sometimes. My little girls were six and four and were just as beautiful as their mother who was half black and Irish.

I pulled up in the driveway and I saw the bedroom light was still on. It was almost three in the morning and I knew this bitch wanted to fight. I had my phone off all night because I didn’t want to be bothered. Now she thinks I was out with some other bitch, which I did sometimes, but today I was legit. What am I supposed to do tell her I had to dump a body in the lake and that’s why I was late? Fuck it!

After I pulled the car into the garage next to her Land Rover, I bought her, I could hear her coming down the stairs at a fast pace. I just leaned against the car and waited for her main entrance because I knew there would be one. The door came crashing open and the fireworks began. “Where the fuck was you at and why the fuck was your phone off and why the fuck are you coming home so late?” Blah Blah Blah! I just continued to lean against the car till she was done running her mouth and when she got done, I just walked past her and went to the living room.

I had a drop living room with a big fireplace and soft Italian leather furniture. I had a 64 inch plasma television next to the Bose sound system with twelve speakers all around the living room. I grabbed the remote as I sat down and turned on the television because I really wasn’t the argumentative type of person. Why argue when we could talk about it? If not that, then we could go ahead and fight, but I wasn’t going to fight my wife. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve smacked her up a few times because I had to let her know she wasn’t running anything. But it wasn’t an everyday thing for me and tonight was one of them.

“I asked you where the fuck was you at? I know you think you’re the shit because you got all these nigga’s and bitches in your face, but you ain't doing shit, nigga.”

I began to get angry and calmly told her to sit down. She twisted her face up but she did what I asked of her and I said very quietly and softly, “If you don’t stop screaming at me like I’m some type of child I’m going to punch a hole in your face.” With that, I turned back around flicking through the channels.

Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at me with disbelief but she knew I was serious and got the hint. She said, “I’m going to bed and you can sleep on the couch. I don’t have time for your shit this morning.”

I said, “Bye.”

When she left I had to sit and think what to do about my connection since I disconnected my last one. I had a few people who wanted to do business with me because they knew I had the clientele to make shit happen. But at the same time, nigga’s was thirsty out here and I wasn’t going to take the chance of getting tied up. I had met this cat named Alfonso about eight months ago in Los Angeles at the Cavs and Lakers game. We met up in the bar section and hit it right off. We talked for about two hours and it wasn’t no secret what we both were into. Street nigga’s can tell street nigga’s even through the bullshit we try to cover it up with. He told me to call him when I wanted to see some of the many cars he had in his possession.

I pulled out my planner and wrote in it to make sure I got at him in the morning. I closed the planner and thought about this nigga we killed tonight and what his family would say. I left no witnesses, so they don’t have shit on me.

When I woke up in the morning the light was shining right in my face and the sun was up and personal with me. I put my hand up to block the sun rays and got up off the couch to head to the kitchen. I went to the island counter and saw that there was breakfast made for me and a letter. I read the letter and smiled to myself because it was from my six year old, Natasha.

I had to start spending more time with my kids and start being the father that mines never got the chance to be to me. Any man could be a father but it took a real man to be a dad. I just needed about six to eight more months and I would leave that street shit to Splif. He could have the whole operation and do it the way he felt comfortable because I wanted more than what this life had to offer at the end of it.

I looked at my watch and it said a quarter after nine and that would be about six in the morning out in Cali, which was too early in the morning to be calling someone. I grabbed a waffle and ran upstairs to my bedroom to get in the shower. After I got out of the shower I threw on some Azure jeans, a Lot 29 t-shirt and some Prada sandals just to make a run to the hood to make sure everything was on point.

I ran a business and my business was to spread dope across the city. Yeah it was fucked up to be spreading poison around to my people but if it wasn’t me it’d be someone else clocking that grip and I wasn’t going to be the one to pass it up. I had an operation that made about five hundred thousand a month and that wasn’t no money to be playing games with and I had to have it.

I jumped in my Hummer 3 that I bought off some white cat out in Middleburg Heights. It was already sitting on 26’s and was decked out with the latest gadgets and shit. I gave the chump nine ounces soft for it. Shits sweet when you got these fiends out here strung out. I hit the city and nigga’s was out deep on every corner I turned my head. I hit Central and went straight to Unwin where the whole operation was at.

This is where the shit was real critical at because nigga’s was on another level here. What you could see from a moving car was sufficient; young cats presiding with vigilance over any open air corner store. Nigga’s posted up in front of every building with leather coats and Timbed up with a bulletproof on like it was a tank top. Then you had the warnings posted up on the graffiti walls saying: “You are entering the jungle.” The violence was so bad that people would nail down their windows and at night place all types of shit in front of the door to try to prevent entrance to their shit. Sometimes people would lose their lives for just walking to the corner store to buy some cigarettes and milk. Every tire squeal, every stop sign, or red light could put you face to face with some type of drug dealer trying to settle a beef. So, a nigga had to stay on top of his shit because the weak ones felt the burn every day.

When I rode up to the building I had under control, I seen my little nigga’s out there hitting every car that came down the strip. We didn’t have to worry about the police because they were scared to come down this street. So, nigga’s ran up to all the cars to slang that candy. Some nigga’s done got into it because they would try to sell to one of their family members. Nigga’s didn’t care, they just wanted those ends.

I jumped out of the Hummer and they all paid me crazy respect in these bricks because I kept food in their mouths. “Yo! Stomach Pain, what’s the deal with you, son?” That’s the main young cat I give all the cream to. His name is “Yella” and he’s a tuff young cat trying to make a name for his self out in these streets.

“Let me holla at you, Yella.”

He ran over and had to keep pulling up his jeans because they kept falling off his narrow ass. “What’s the deal, Pain?” I said, “Did Blacc holla at you last night with that package?”

Yella said, “Yeah, he got at me and I’ve been on the block all night. Shits been rolling real good but we had some beef with those Longwood nigga’s last night. One nigga got shot in the head on Woodland and they think we had something to do with it because we those type of cats. Ha-Ha-Ha.”

I looked up and down the street and said, “Fuck those bitches, just keep that shit rolling and hit me up when you get done. Don’t give anyone any of that money till you talk to me.”

Yella said, “You bet, Stomach.” The little nigga said peace and walked back to his spot to post up and get that paper. I seen Splif's car outside the building and the shit fly as fuck. He copped a Ferrari Scagliettie 612 and only pulled that out when he was feeling real fly. The police be seeing his shit, but why give chase to something you can’t catch?

I walked into the building heading to the top floor where the action was. On my way up the stairs I heard some strange noises on the stairways. I pulled out the 454 and looked around the corner and saw little Shawn getting his dick sucked by some fiend bitch. “Yo! Take that shit in one of the other buildings, nigga.”

Shawn jumped when he heard the voice and when he saw me he said, “Oh! My bad Stomach Pain. She just unzipped my shit right here and I couldn’t stop the shit once she got started. But I got you. Get up, bitch. Get your ass outside and wait for me.”

The fiend couldn’t be no older than twenty and she still had a little body to her, but that would be gone in 18 months top. She wiped her mouth off and gave me one of those slutty smiles before she ran downstairs. I knocked on the door and the slide moved to the side to see who was trying to intrude. After they saw it was me, they started to unlock the latches on the door. There were nine latches on the door plus a board to go across it just in case someone wanted to try the kick game.

Once I got in, I was greeted by Blacc who was my other nigga who was on that kill and ask questions later shit. He started to lock the door back up as I looked around at the operation I had put together. I bought all the apartments on the top floor and knocked out all the walls, so the rooms would be all connected to one. I had bitches at tables with computers keeping tabs on the money and the dope whereabouts. I had all that shit on file just in case we had to pack up and go. I walked through with Blacc to the back of the room where nigga’s were at in boxer shorts cutting and baggin up that work. I had four big tables back there and six expensive scales for these nigga’s to do what they did. There should only be six nigga’s total back here but there was eight in here.

“Why the fuck is the count up in this bitch?” I turned to Blacc and said, “Who aint suppose to be up in here?” He looked around and pointed out two nigga’s, which I’d never seen before. The two nigga’s were scared to death and had good reason to be. One thing I couldn’t stand was a fucken thief. “What y’all doing up in here? Where y’all suppose to be at?” I already had the gun in my hand and both nigga’s eyes were glued to it.

One dude said, “We suppose to be patrolling the hallways.” I guess that’s why little Shawn was out in the hallway getting his freak on. Blacc said, “Who the fuck told you to come in here?”

One of the out of place nigga’s said, “The little nigga did. He said, to come in here because he had something to do.” They were shaking but I had no reason to serve them because they did what they were told.

I said, “Go get your clothes on and go back to the hallway. Blacc, go get Shawn and take him to the basement. I’ll be down there in a second.” I called Splif on his phone, “Wzup where you at nigga?”

Splif said, “I’m over in the Compound checking on this money. Why? Is there something wrong over there?”

I said, “Naw, shits cool over here but when you get done come over here so we can talk. I think I got something for us. Call Shell and tell her to get down here. Peace.” I got down to the basement and there was nothing pretty down there at all. There was nothing but hot water tanks and pipes that ran from here to who knows where.

On my way down to the basement I could hear little Shawn talking. “Yo! I’m about to move up in the business, Huh?” Blacc said nothing because he’d been through this plenty of times and knew the youngster would change his mind and use his head next time.

Once I got down there I saw Shawn sitting in the chair sucking on some type of sucker. “Yo! Stomach, what’s the deal? I knew you would be calling for me to start doing some other shit than play that block.”

I smiled as he continued to talk and pulled my chair right in front of his. After I was tired of hearing his mouth, I said, “Shut the fuck up, nigga.”

He got quiet and seen shit changed up real quick. He pulled out his sucker when he seen the seriousness on my face.

“I run a business that keeps all our pockets fat, right?” Shawn was just sitting there looking at me and I had to scream it at him again. “Right” Shawn still didn’t say shit but shook his head in agreement.

I said, “Let me see your pockets Blacc.” Blacc pulled out a knot that had to be about four stacks. “Now pull out yours.” Shawn pulled out about twelve hundred and just stared at me. I pulled out about five stacks and threw it on the floor. “You think this shits easy to get and this shit just drops out the sky like bird shit?”

Shawn was looking up at me as I stood and said, “Naw! Stomach, Wzup, what I do?”

I walked around him just looking at the young dude and said, “You don’t make no damn calls up in here, nigga. You jeopardized my business by getting your little dick sucked by some trick. And with that you got to pay up. You lucky it’s not with your life.”

The little nigga was scared and knew he was about to witness some shit he only heard about. I walked over to one of the hot water tanks and grabbed a case I kept down there and pulled out the wire cutters. I walked back over to the nigga as he sat in his chair scared to death. I went and sat back in my chair still facing little Shawn, who looked like he was ready to run. “I’m going to cut two of your fingers off for your stupidity and next time, it’ll be your head. Grab this nigga.” The nigga was crying and squirming and shit, but Blacc had a nice grip on the nigga.

I placed the wire cutter between his, index finger and snapped. “Awwwww oh god” His finger fell to the ground and blood flew everywhere. You could hear the cutters’ crunch the bone and rip straight through the skin. I grabbed his middle finger and did the same thing. I heard nothing from the little nigga because he passed out.

Once his fingers were on the ground, I told Blacc to clean the shit up and give Shawn back his fingers as a reminder after he patched the youngster up. “Let that nigga see this aint no fucken joke and we take shit serious.” I picked up my money and walked back up the old stairs that looked like they could fall in at any given moment.