My Besties: The Come Up (12 page)

(JuJu)

I’mma be fucked up for life after this shit. I’m not even worried about me. I feel bad for my bestie. She can’t do shit, but watch Poohman bleed to death. I’m hurting more because it’s been years since I saw ReRe cry. She’s just over there rocking back and forth and the tears and just flowing. When we finally made eye contact, all hell broke loose!

(ReRe)

I can’t believe this pussy ass nigga, shot my man. If we’re going to die, it won’t be like this. I see JuJu looking at me and I can’t help but to cry harder. She might think it’s because of Poohman being shot, but it isn’t. I got this blade in my hands and I’m slowly cutting away at the tape. Thing is, the tape isn’t the only thing I’m cutting. I’m fucking my damn wrists up. That’s why I’m crying. This shit hurt!

I block the pain because I’m almost there. POP! I snapped the tape in half. Now it’s on! I crawled over to where Jaw and Poohman laid and snatched the tape off of their mouths.

“Jaw, where –.”

He cut me off. “My auntie got that Choppa under the couch. Hurry up so I can get him to the hospital.”

I looked towards the kitchen to see where they were. I hurried up and cut Jaw loose.

“Aww shit! Here they come!”

Jaw looked at me with murder all in his eyes. “Chop their ass down!”

That’s all I needed to hear. I put my back against the wall and waited. That nigga, JR was the first to hit the corner. “Talk that shit now!”

He looked at me and said some real shit. “Bitch, I been ready!”

I went to pull the trigger. CLICK! CLICK!

He smiled at me. “I guess God ain’t ready for me.”

WHACK! He punched me so hard in my face that I went flying backwards dropping the gun. After that, he was all over me. I can throw these paws with the best of them, but this nigga was possessed. As we rolled around on the floor, I could see Jaw and JuJu fighting Big Moe.

E, Tiki, and Boo were still tied up. I could see my baby still laying on the floor clutching his stomach. That gave me some type of energy. I grabbed this nigga’s balls and tried to pull them the fuck off.

“Yeah bitch, I like that freaky shit!”

That must have gave him a burst of energy because he started hitting me harder and faster. I was on the verge of blacking out when I hear; POP! POP! POP!

He falls on top of me. “What? Get him off of me!” I had no strength left after fighting this clown. I’m trying to push him off of me, but he is dead weight for real. Who the fuck shot him? I saw Lil Mama pull him one-way so that I could slide from up under him the other way.

“Y’all alright? Where Big Moe, Jaw?”

Jaw’s ass was still breathing hard. “That nigga ran out the front door after he heard the shots.”

I ran over to where Poohman was lying. “Baby, let me see your wound.”

I lift his shirt up and I see a hole the size of a dime. I didn’t see blood.

“Shit Jaw! We gotta get him to the hospital. He’s bleeding internally.”

(Lil Man)

On my mama, I’mma kill every last one of them pussy ass motha fuckers. I just got a call from my mama. They just found my sister dead in her apartment. Bad enough, I just lost my brother. He took care of me. He always made sure I had the best video games and the newest Jordan’s. I can’t believe Dirty E and those three bitches crossed him like that. I got something for their asses. Watch!

(Lil Mama)

These last few days been crazy. After that shit that happened at Boo’s crib, I’ve been on full alert. Poohman in critical condition. JuJu been at the hospital with Jaw. I’mma have a talk with all their little asses when I get the time. See, I had Pete watching their little asses too! They’re really out here doing the most. Robbing drug dealers and they just hit a bank. What type of shit is this? I mean, here I am trying to stay on the right path. My sister’s back in the drug game. My niece and her little besties making power moves and shit. It almost makes me want to… Hell naw! Fuck that! Eight years was long enough. But damn, that little $250,000.00 I got stashed isn’t going to last long.

RING! RING!

“What up sis?”

“Come pick me up. We need to talk.”

(Auntie Boo)

I’mma kill these fucking kids! I don’t know what the hell they got us into. Then this nigga Ramon or Big Moe, whatever his name is. I’mma personally kill that bitch when I catch up with him. One minute I’m grilling steaks and having a decent conversation, and the next thing you know, I’m being hit over the head with a gun. What part of the game is that?

My murder game is official. Niggas respect my name, alone. Apparently, my nephew and his friends have been real busy. It was almost impossible trying to convince the police that somebody tried to run up in my crib. Had Poohman not been shot, we’d all be in jail for that nigga’s body. Lil Mama got ghost before they even came.

After that, Jaw told me some shit that had me stuck on stupid. First, he had been moving weight since he was fifteen and he was doing it under Heidi’s and my nose. Second, JuJu and her little besties not only robbed Big Moe for $350,000.00, but they also robbed a bank that Big Moe and his boys were trying to rob at the same damn time!

Then Poohman and Jaw accidently helped, adding themselves to Big Moe’s murder list. Small world! Who knew that I would end up talking to the same Big Moe? I just called Lil Mama and told her to come get me. I was out of the game for a minute when I got out the FEDS. That nine to five shit just wasn’t for me. So I shut up my dude, and just kind of, you know… Got back down!

I’m extra paranoid though. Niggas telling like crazy. I can’t give these people no more of my life, but this is the life. I missed the power that I had over Chicago. I was that bitch. Fuck that. I am that bitch! I think Lil Mama and I could guide these little go-getters the way that we got around us.

I thought their little asses were some squares, but they fooled the shit outta me. I’m down to take over this city one more time. For good! I see it in Lil Mama’s eyes. She has some gas left in her tank. She’s a fool with them pistols, too. We got our whole squad already.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“I hate when you knock, Lil Mama.” I walked towards the door and swung it open. “Bitch, you could have –.”

My words got caught in my throat when I saw who was standing before me. My mentor, my friend. The man that taught me the game stood before me with a gun pointed at my head.

“I know you saw me.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. A while ago, I got up with him to discuss some business. He was too jittery for my liking so I told him that I had shit to do. I jumped in my whip and peeled off. Something told me to double back. Sure enough, this snake ass nigga hopped in a white Impala with the FEDS.

He called me for three days straight. I had no words for him. Next thing you know, I’m being indicted for a whole rack of shit. I knew better than to take that shit to trial. I pleaded out and ended up with six years. Needless to say, his ass disappeared. I never told the guys about his role in bringing me down. I guess he’d finish me off so I’d take his secret to the grave.

Now he’s standing here with murder all in his eyes.

“I didn’t tell nobody; just so you know.”

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. A look I never saw. I knew then that I was about to die.

“You will take that to your grave!”

I just had to ask. “Why did you do me like that?

BOOM!

“I’m slipping, I’m falling, I can’t get up

I’m slipping, I’m falling, I can’t get up

I’m slipping, I’m falling, I got to get up

get back on my feet so I can tear shit up!”

Chapter 18

Big Moe

“Hello.”

“Yo, this Big Moe. Where you at? I fucking need you right now!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Bitch, just get here.”

“I got yo bitch! Where’s Junior? Hello! Where the fuck is my brother, Ramone?”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

CLICK!

FUCK! I’ll find another ride. I can’t believe this shit. I thought that bitch Boo was official. Everything is all fucked up now. How did we get caught slipping? Damn! Junior and Boogie both are gone. I’m low on my stash. Those little motha fuckers took all our bread. I need to lay low and regroup.

I’m too fucking scared to drive so I start walking towards 87
^th
street to the bus stop when somebody calls me.

“A, wait up.”

I turned around about to shoot this motha fucker when I see it’s a fucking kid.

“Fuck you want, little nigga?”

“I just saw you run up outta that crib on 84
^th
.”

I start looking around because I’m about to snatch this little bastard in one of these gangways and shoot his ass. He saw my actions and he put his hands up.

“Whoa homie! I am not the law. I just wanna know, did you kill them four bitches.”

I stared at him as if he was fucking crazy. “What four bitches?”

“Them four bitches that killed my brother when they stole that money outta that garage.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

This little fucker had heart. He poked his chest out and tilted his head to the side. “My name is Lil Man. If you didn’t kill em’; I wanted to!”

“You want to?”

“Hell yeah! They killed my brother!”

I think I could use this little motha fucker as bait.

“How old are you?”

“I’ll be fourteen in three weeks. I know where they hang at. I just need a pistol.”

I thought about it for a few more seconds. “Alright. I might be able to help you out.”

“Bet!”

“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do

whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do

whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”

Chapter 19

Detective Malone

“Okay, shut the hell up so I can properly brief y’all on what our next assignment is. This will be operation E.S.C.” I looked around the room to see if I had everyone’s attention.

“My informant has briefed me, so now I can fill you all in. In the past two months, there have been three murders, several robberies, and a series of other crimes that are now on my radar. Rumor has it; these four little perps have been running around robbing and murdering people. I have a big problem with that. I could give a rat’s ass if they kill each other. Less work for us.”

I could hear a few chuckles in the room.

“The problem is that they are supposedly responsible for the double homicide in that bank robbery in Hammond, Indiana. Now I got the chief sniffing up my ass and I don’t like that. My ass is off limits!”

A rookie by the name of House spoke up, “Boss, ain’t Indiana out of our jurisdiction?”

“Yeah, but we are gonna do what we can to help them out and keep the chief far away from my ass. Besides those little bastards are from our district. Now my informant says that she knows the perps really well. They are believed to be armed and dangerous.”

Just as I was finishing up my speech, the dispatcher called.

“All units available, we have a possible 187 in progress. Please respond to 8415 South Marquette. Neighbors have reported shots fired.”

House was the first to speak, “Boss, ain’t that the house that had that shootout a few days ago?”

“Yeah, and it’s your time to show me what you got, rookie!”

I dismissed the officers and made my way to my office for some privacy.

“Hello, this is Malone. Did you give him the address? Okay. Don’t do shit until you hear from me. Bitch listen to me. Shut the fuck up then. I’ll pay you when I know the job is done.”

I sat down at my desk and I had to shake my damn head. All my life, I wanted to be a cop. You know the ‘protect and serve’ kind of cop. I worked my ass off as a rookie. Then I became a Lieutenant and then a Homicide Detective. I followed the rules and what do I get in return? A bunch of ungrateful motherfuckers in this city. The harder I work, the more I see how ungrateful my own department can be. The pay is on a check-to-check basis. I can’t live like that, so I turned to the dark side.

My best informant was found dead in a garage a few weeks ago. That shit really hurt my pockets. Now I’m dealing with his woman. She claims to have solid information on the Eastside Crazy Crew. I want that money they stole from Pancho. I’m not going to stop until I body their little asses.

I got up from my desk ready to respond to the Marquette call when my phone rings.

“Hello.”

“Boss, you need to get over here now!”

“I’m on my way. What’s wrong?”

“You’ll never believe who’s on the stretcher fighting for her life!”

“Who dammit?”

“Just get here, Boss! If she makes it, all hell is gonna break loose!”