A Gangsters Melody (16 page)

“Baby I’m sorry. D-Boy and them pulled up while you were in the bathroom and they had a whole gang of reporters with them. The shit got kind of crazy so I had Skillz take you out the back.” Travon lied.

“Oh what’s wrong baby? You didn’t want me to get my shine on? Tiffany joked, stroking his head as he lay across her lap seemingly exhausted.

“Don’t worry baby. Once my little man is born ya’ll are going to get more shine than ya’ll can handle.” Travon said, rubbing her stomach.

“Your little man? How do you know it’s a boy?” Tiffany asked, smacking him playfully in the back of the head.

“Because that’s all I know how to make.” Travon blurted out.
“Excuse me, what the fuck does that mean?” Tiffany asked, pushing his head off of her lap.
“Stop tripping baby, I’m just playing.” Travon said, kissing her stomach.
“Yeah nigga you better be.” Tiffany said, smacking him again.
“Anyway, so we got to get one of the guest rooms and turn it ino the baby’s room. We’re going to have mad basketball shit, posters, hoops, a little locker with his name on it. I can’t wait.” Travon said, excitedly.
“Yeah baby, I can’t wait either. I know we are going to be so happy. Just me you and the baby.” Tiffany said.
“You know what baby? We need a vacation. Every time I go somewhere it’s for business. We need to go somewhere so we can just kick our feet up and relax.” Travon said.

“Well then let’s just go baby. Anywhere I don’t care. Let’s just pack up and go. As long as I’m with you it doesn’t even matter.” Tiffany responded.

“OK I’ll tell you what, let me tie up some loose ends with the guys and have somebody hold them down while I’m gone.” Travon answered, sounding a little down.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Tiffany asked, noticing Travon’s sudden mood change.
“I’m just thinking baby that’s all.” He responded.
“About what?”
“About retiring. I mean I got more than enough money saved up.”
“Yeah punk, I know you’re caked up.”
“Nah baby, you don’t even understand. I’m sitting on major, major paper. I’m talking about never have to work another day in your life paper.”
“Oh really? You been holding out Tray?”
“Something like that, but trust me it was for your own good.”
“I feel you baby, but does D-Boy and them know you ain’t gonna manage them no more? What are they going to say?”
“Trust me baby. I’ve made them a hell of a lot of money over the years. And I’m going to give the whole crew a nice piece of the pie. Sort of like a severance pay. That’s the least I can do. I love them niggas like brothers. As a matter of fact, they are my brothers.”
“And you’re giving all of this up for me?’
“Well for you and the baby mainly, but also because I’m tired of the stress, tired of having to look over my shoulder when I go places, having to have bodyguards and shit.” Travon said, off into his own world really thinking about the game and not the music business.
“Damn boo, I didn’t know the music business was that hectic.” Tiffany said, snapping him out of it.
“Oh yeah baby. The shit is crazy and I’m tired of it.”
“Well as far as us never working again, I don’t want to give up the salons.”
“And you don’t have to. Just have somebody else run the day to day operations. We’ll talk about it in the morning over breakfast.” Travon said, turning the light out.
“Okay baby good night. I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”

“What the fuck is taking this dude so long to bring the fucking car around? Don’t he know it’s a fucking war going on?” Horse said, while he and Joyce stood outside of the restaurant surrounded by security.

“Okay when I give the word light them motherfuckers up.” D-boy said, speaking into his cell phone from an old hooptie sitting across the street. He watched and waited for the right time to strike and then gave the signal. “Go. Now. Now” he screamed ordering the execution. It was at that point that against Travon’s wishes, his soldiers swarm out of everywhere catching Horse and his men by surprise. Horse’s soldiers drop one by one and within a matter of seconds only Horse and Joyce are left holding each other in fear. As D-boy approaches Horse instinctively reaches for his gun.

“Uh uh uh playboy. Don’t be no fool. Throw the ratchet down nice and slow. D-Boy ordered, cocking his gun.

“You’re making a big mistake motherfucker.” Horse yelled, as he threw his gun down.
“Nah my man. You made the mistake by fucking with live niggas from Queens. Now I know where your main stash house is so give me the keys and the combination to the safe in the back and I just might give you a quick death.” D-Boy said, with a sinister smile on his face.
“Fuck you. Blast if you have to bitch. I was born a “G” and I’m going to die a “G”. So go ahead and squeeze that shit nigga.” Horse screamed.
“Okay playboy, if you say so.” D-Boy responded, putting his gun to Joyce’s stomach. Causing both Horse and Joyce to scream in fear.
“Okay man okay.” Horse pleaded, as police sirens are heard in the distance.
“Yo Dee let’s go.” L.V. said, pulling on D-Boy’s arm, as the sirens are getting closer.
“You heard the man nigga let’s go.” D-Boy said, pulling back the hammer on his gun.
“Alright man. Just be easy. Look I got over 5 million dollars in cash and another 80 keys of coke at that house. Let me walk and it’s all yours” Horse said, trying to negotiate.
“It’s mine anyway pussy. Now give me the keys and the combination and hurry the fuck up.” D-Boy responded, smacking him with the gun. It was then that Joyce suddenly reached into her purse causing DBoy to instinctively shoot her in the stomach. Horse screams and tries to grab D-Boy but is shot in the chest. L.V. notices something in Joyce’s hand. He bent down only to realize that it was the key with the combination engraved on the back of it that she was reaching for.
“Come on man, I got the shit let’s go.” L.V. said, pulling on D-Boy. They got into their cars and pull off right before the police arrive. When the police arrived, they rushed over to Horse who had somehow managed to sit up and muster up enough energy to rock Joyce’s lifeless body back and forth in his arms as he sobbed uncontrollably.
“They killed my baby man. They killed my fucking baby.” Horse said, screaming and crying.
“Who killed your baby? Who did this?” Williams asked, trying to calm Horse down.

“Them fucking New York niggas. And I swear to God you better catch them before I do or they are all fucking dead. Do you hear me?” Horse screamed.

“OK big feller calm down, from the looks of that chest wound you’re in no condition to take the law into your own hands. And what’s taking the ambulance so gotdamn long?” Johnson yelled out.

“Okay man look. I have a stash house on the corner of Greenmount and York. They’re going to clean me out. They got the keys, the combination to the safe and all of the info.” Horse said.

“When is this going down?” Williams asked “I don’t know man. Just catch them, they took my life away from me.” Horse said, crying and kissing Joyce on the forehead, as his own life slowly eased out of his body.
“Let’s get some units over there and sit on the place until they show up.” Williams said, to every cop that could hear him.

“Yo man. What do you think Travon is going to say about the hit on Horse?” L.V. asked.
“He’ll be tight for a minute but when he sees all of this money and product he’s going to be just fine.” DBoy responded, smiling and patting L.V. on the back.
“I don’t know dog. That nigga is going to be mad as fuck.” L.V. reminded him.
“Yeah but we got enough shit here to retire off of.” D-Boy responded.
“Alright that’s everything.” Skillz reported.
“Alright let’s bounce” D-Boy said.
“What are we going to do with them?” Lorenzo asked pointing at the hostages tied that are up.
“Fuck them. We ain’t got to worry about them. We got 80 bricks and a few million in cash. I got the feeling Tray is going to want to hit the road and never look back.” D-Boy said, as he signaled for his soldiers to vacate the premises. But unbeknownst to him the streets were crawling with cops just waiting for them to exit the house. The soldier they had on lookout had already been apprehended.
“All units be advised the subjects are exiting the house now. Wait until they are all outside before we make a move. They are considered extremely armed and dangerous and we don’t expect them to go quietly. Excessive force is authorized. I repeat, excessive force is authorized if necessary. Okay here they come now. There are no visible weapons, but each is carrying a large duffle bag. We will move on them when they are all inside the car. I repeat we will take them in the vehicle.” Williams announced, into the walkie-talkie. As D-Boy and the crew head for the car they look around cautiously but don’t notice the cops and once inside the car Williams give the order.
“Go, go, go.” Williams yells into the radio. The police swarm the vehicle with guns drawn.
“Let me see your hands.”
“Don’t fucking move.”

“These New York motherfuckers are tough as nails.” Williams said, after interrogating each and every member of Travon’s crew.

“Yeah if they were locals we’d be home with our wives by now.” Johnson replied.
“Okay. I’ve heard bits and pieces but what have we got?” Lt. Daniels asked.
“Well sir we’ve got a lot, then again we got shit.” Williams answered.
“What he means sir is we got a search and seizure. 8 perps, a bunch of automatics weapons, over 5 million in cash and a shit load of coke. These boys appear to be from New York and the reason behind the majority of these bodies.” Johnson replied, noticing the perplexed look on Lt. Daniels’ face.
“Well that sounds like a hell of a bust to me. What’s the problem? Lt. Daniels asked.
“Well sir we believe a few things, first is what we have locked up right now are just a few of the soldiers in the New York crew. From what we can tell, there is some sort of chain of command in the cell, with the guy in the yellow shirt in charge, the guy in the blue shirt not too far behind and everyone else are just soldiers.” Johnson replied.
“Okay. What’s your point?” Lt. Daniels asked.
“Sir the point is, these guys are very low level. If we lock them up their boss will just replace them with a new crew tomorrow. And that means more drugs, more war, and a lot more bodies.” Williams responded.
“Okay so what do you suggest we do? Let them go Sergeant?” Lt. Daniels said, sarcastically.
“Not exactly sir. We find out who’s in charge in there and offer them a deal to give up their boss.” Williams said.
“What kind of deal are we talking about?” Lt Daniels asked.
“Well if we can get them to roll on their boss, we cut them loose.” Johnson answered, hesitantly.
“Are you out of your fucking mind detective?” Lt. Daniels screamed.
“No sir. It’s kind of like the snake theory.” Johnson answered.
“What fucking snake?” Lt. Daniels asked, visibly upset.
“What he means sir is if you cut the head off of the snake then the body will fall. If we get them to give up their boss we take him off the grid, the war is over and our city’s murder rate drops tremendously.” Williams explained.
“Okay. The wheels are turning, but how do we get them to snitch? I’ve heard stories about those New York boys. They are thick as thieves.” Lt. Daniels said.
“Let them set up the boss for total immunity. They walk right out. No tricks and no hassles.” Johnson answered.
“No. No fucking way. Reduced sentences yes. Total immunity? No courtroom, no testifying, no nothing? No fucking way.” Lt. Daniels said.
“ LT. We tried the reduced sentence thing and they won’t budge, but I’m hoping if we dangle this offer of total immunity they’ll bite. I’m willing to bet that the guns we recovered will lead us back to all the recent murders since these guys have been on the scene. Now my source says that when we busted them they were on their way to deliver to the boss. The guns, coke, money and everything. I say we cut them loose, and follow them to the big man. Then have units sit on the

“Assuming that I go for this, how do we know they will roll over on their boss? Lt. Daniels asked.
“We don’t. But it’s worth a try.” Johnson answered.
“The major will have my badge if he finds out about this.” Lt Daniels said.
“Sir with all due respect the COMSAT meetings are coming up and if this war continues and the bodies keep falling the way they are, they are going to have your badge anyway. So in that case what do you really have to lose?” Williams said.
“Okay. If we do it we do it my way. Put the offer out there to all of them. Then put them together in the think tank and let them kick the idea around and see what they come up with. As a matter of fact, I’ll do it. They need to see a new face. Has any of them made a phone call yet?” Lt. Daniels asked.
“No sir and we confiscated all cell phones and PDA’s at the time of arrest.” Williams responded.
“OK good. But that means we only have a little bit of time before their boss knows their missing and something is wrong. We have to move fast. I’ll start with the capo in there. Something tells me he’s the one running the show, at least on his level. Lt. Daniels said, before entering the room where D-Boy sat calmly.
“How you doing? I’m Lt. Daniels, homicide. And you are?” Lt. Daniels stated, trying to break the ice.
“Michael fucking Jackson. Now get my lawyer and get the fuck out of my face.” D-Boy answered, laughing in his face.
“Now is that anyway to talk to the person that’s here to help you?” Lt. Daniels asked.
“Okay. Okay. Let me guess ya’ll about to do that good cop, bad cop shit? Suck my dick nigga. I watch The First 48 faithfully.” D-Boy laughed.
“Listen here motherfucker. I am the good cop and the bad cop. So sit back and listen. Now like I said, I’m from the homicide division. Which means I can give two shits about the little drug enterprise you got going on. But when bodies start falling the way they have, especially in my district, my dick gets hard and I want to raw fuck whoever’s responsible. You following me Michael Jackson?” Lt. Daniels barked.
“Whatever man. Get me my fucking phone call so I can get up out of here.” D-Boy said, waving him off.
“Now I know you’re just one of the many pawns in the game so here is my one time offer. Point me in the direction of te boss and you walk. All of you scott free. No testimony, no court, no nothing.” Lt. Daniels offered.
“Motherfucker New York soldiers don’t snitch. We are true soldiers. So take that offer and shove it right up your faggot ass.” D-Boy said, adamantly.
“Okay. If that’s the way you want to play it. I mean for what it’s worth I admire the loyalty ya’ll motherfuckers got. These boys down here are weaker than the links in a fake gold chain. However, what I need to do now is put you back in the holding cell with your homies. Then I’m going to have ballistics run a check on all of that heat ya’ll got caught with. Then I’m going to call my boy over in narcotics and tell him I got an early Christmas present for him. By that time the ballistics checks should be back matching your guns to at least ninety percent of the murders in the past 6 months. Then when I got enough info to put you and your people away for about ten lifetimes, I’m going to call my cousin who just happens to be the District Attorney. Meanwhile the boss you are protecting is home fucking his girl and yours too. So who’s the faggot now? Let’s go Mr. Loyalty.” Lt. Daniels said, leading D-Boy back to the holding cell.