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Pulling up to the spot on 24th, Shells parked her car in line with the other four Cutlasses that sat in front of the spot. Cutlasses was Eddie’s car of choice, ’68 Cutlasses that is. Eddie’s philosophy demonstrated to him that, when hustlers get money the first thing they purchased was a shiny, new car along with jewelry. Well Eddie wasn’t one to follow anyone, so he made it a rule to everyone in the 2-4 Family that only old schools would be driven - clean ones. Thus deflecting the unwanted attention of the car watching cops.

Shells received her car as a gift for her 18th birthday. Eddie had it customized to her specifications; cotton candy pink with the black racing strip down the hood with pink and black Chanel interior, dashboard and roof. Walking up to the door of the spot, she looked back at the line of cars. She had to turn her head, willing herself not to drop another tear while realizing Eddie’s candy apple green drop top wasn’t in the line in front of hers. Gathering her wits, she opened the door.

Upon walking in she was greeted by Mayhem saying, “Shit aint looking good for the home team, Lil’ Momma.”

Picking up where Mayhem left off, Eastwood spoke up saying, “Look, it’s not like he’s dead. Ya’ll sitting here looking all sad and shit. Now isn’t the time for that soft ass shit, we still got to eat. Besides what the fuck can we do at this point?”

“Slow the fuck up, gym shoe; I aint feeling this shit you kickin’ to us. Our motherfucken nigga just got slammed and you talking like it aint no big deal. Personally, I aint going to sit here and let anyone disrespect my nigga, so if anyone got a problem with what I’m kicking at cha, holla at Say No, because the only thing separating us is air!” growled Say No.

“Look Say No, you got me fucked up,” Eastwood snapped back.

“Nah, you got yourself fucked up,” Say No quickly spit out. Realizing he had crossed the line, Eastwood backpedaled and attempted to justify his ignorant outburst by saying he was merely implying that they all have to get shit together because they would be no good to Fast Eddie or themselves at the rate they had been going. See, once the Alphabet Boys grabbed Eddie everything - they had going came to a halt. It had been a long thirteen months of struggling with robbing niggas and extorting them as well. Now it was the time to eat again.

“Hold the fuck up ya’ll,” Shells barked after seeing where their conversations were heading. “Aint shit about to crack until Eddie says so.” As if on cue her cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID she knew it was Eddie on the burnout. “Hello. Yea, it’s me baby.” Looking at the guys, she held her finger up to quiet them down. “Hey baby, how are you doing? I mean, I’m sorry them crackas gave you the max. But know I’m here and the rest of the guys are as well. We’re down for whatever you deem necessary to help out,” assured Shells.

“Alright. I first need you to put me on the speaker so I can talk to everyone at the same time.” Placing the phone on speaker mode, Shell put the phone on the table and listened in to what would be their new instructions. “Look ya’ll, I aint got but a few seconds before the C.O. come back for me so listen up. I’m having my lawyer get me on the transfer list on out of here. Once I touch down to wherever these bitches send me, I need Shells to come see me A.S.A.P. In the meantime shut the city down. I don’t want shit moved in this motherfucker unless we’re getting our cut. If a dime bag gets sold in a spot, we need seven dollars of it. If it didn’t come from us, they got the Game fucked up. They should of never gave me all day because I now have nothing else to lose. We’re all at the bottom so all we can do is come up. I want all the snitchen ass niggas who took the stand on me dead before I spend my first night in prison. Are ya’ll wit me or what?”

“Till the world blows up,” was Say No’s reply, speaking for himself as well as the rest of the crew.

“Well, make me know it! When the time’s right we’re going to flood this bitch. 2-4, my nigga,” was Fast Eddie’s last words before the phone disconnected.

After the phone call from Fast Eddie, Murder was the first to speak by saying, “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about – get down and stay down. Niggas gonna bleed up in this bitch tonight. And the first one’s to get the bizness is the snitch made nigga from the H-O-P None of this shit would be happening had it been for they rat ass. But it’s all good because when the smoke clears, all the rats will be exterminated.”

Breaking her daze, Shells spoke up asking Say No how long would it take for him to assemble their arsenal of weapons, knowing they had enough to take on the entire Milwaukee Police Department.

“Hell, I can be back in the city by 7:30 – so like two hours,” Say No declared.

“That’s perfect. It will give us plenty time to go peep out their hood, while allowing the sun to go down,” she responded.

“Well at least we know some structure is coming back to the family,” added Mayhem. “Hell, I got to give it to Fast Eddie; he’s not one to waste time implementing his plans. I don’t know about ya’ll but I’m ready to rock these niggas’ world. Because the sooner we rid the city of all the niggas that’s stepped up since we stepped off, the sooner we can load our own plates back up.”

Immolating Ja Rule’s voice, Murder interrupted saying, “It’s murder time, ya heard me. Aint nothing to it but to do it. So ya’ll niggas go do whatever you need to, because come 7:30, with or without ya’ll, I’m going to put the clap down on these snitch made bitch made niggas. It’s real in the Mil!”