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  “Baby, please don’t give her things she shouldn’t have. It makes it hard for Dawn to deal with her when you are not home.”

  Sabrina leaned in and kissed him then headed downstairs. Malik went downstairs to see Sabrina off. She had just prepared her lunch and was gathering her briefcase and jacket. They walked to the garage. Malik looked Sabrina in the eyes and said, “I love you, baby. You and baby girl are my world.”

  “I love you, too, Malik.” She got a little misty eyed then wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She kissed the baby then got into the car.

  “Are you going to be home when I get in?”

  “If I am, can I get some more of what you gave me last night?”

  “You are so bad.”

  “If you stop holding out, I wouldn’t be acting up.”

  With that, she started up the car and turned to her favorite morning talk show. Her song was on so she did a little dance in her seat and hit the garage door button and watched it rise from the rearview mirror. As she backed out the driveway, Malik took the baby’s arm and began to wave at Sabrina.

  “Say bye-bye to Mommie.”

  When she got to the end of the driveway, she stopped and waved back. They blew kisses to each other. “I love you,” she mouthed and proceeded to back out.

  BOOOOOOM!

  The car blew up, blasting Malik and the baby farther back into the garage. As Malik lay there on the floor unable to hear or move, tears ran out the corner of his eyes as the feeling of helplessness came over him. He couldn’t tell where his daughter was or if his wife was alive or dead.

  A few hours later…

  Tah’leek and Raheem had not yet heard about what happened at Malik’s house. They sat in a local bar talking; trying to figure out what it was that Sadeek was getting them into. Tah’leek was feeling like he wanted to get the fuck out, take the shit he had acquired, and just be a father to his son and a husband to Trina. Then on the other side was his twin brother, who had come up with a plan to keep him in the business and maybe a way of getting rid of him, too. Why the fuck did he trust this nigga, Scarie? The more he sat on it, the more suspicious he became. Tah’leek sat there getting all fucked up with all these contradictions in his head.

  “Man, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into Sadeek,” Raheem said.

  “Man, it’s that bitch, Keisha, that got him all fucked up.”

  “All I know is a nigga got to sit on this Malik shit he got planned for a couple days. Look, I’ll hit you later. I gotta go uptown to take care of some shit.” Raheem got up and set his glass down.

  “A’ight, I’m headed across town. Hit me up when you get back.” Tah’leek gave Raheem some dap and they headed to the door.

  Tah’leek headed over to Wilson Place Projects to get with his partner, Moon. It’s funny because even though Raheem, Tah’leek, and Sadeek were as thick as thieves were, they never really trusted one another.

  Tah’leek jumped in his car, hit the CD, and bumped “Cell Therapy” by Goodie Mob. As he drove, he thought back to a little over a year ago when he met Trina. All he could do was smile. Regardless of all his faults, he knew how much she loved him. She had changed his whole way of thinking. He was ready to get out and settle down. He damn sure wasn’t trying to lose his life and his wife over some bullshit.

  Chapter 5

  Catastrophe

  Damn, what did they do to this young lady?” one doctor asked another. Keisha had been found in a vacant lot by a woman walking her dog.

  “I don’t know, but she is going to need a lot of help if she pulls through.” The other doctor responded.

  “Just keep her sedated and get her prepped for surgery.”

  “She is going to need extensive repair to her rectum and her vaginal area not to mention all the other lacerations. See who’s on call from plastic surgery.”

  “What the fuck were they trying to do to this girl?”

  “Order a battery of tests from toxicology.”

  “We also need to get a social worker up here to see if they can help her through the psychological damage when she finally wakes up from surgery.”

  The doctors were talking about Keisha as if she wasn’t even there. But in the state she was in, well, what was left of her resembled an empty shell.

  What did I do to deserve all of this? She wondered.

  Then she heard Sadeek’s voice, Sadeek asking questions and wanting to see her. The feelings of abandonment and fear turned into relief. If nothing else, she knew he would make sure she was all right. The doctor told him that she was in and out and he could only stay for a minute since she had been sedated and prepped for surgery.

  Sadeek entered the room and she could hear him breathing, but she could barely see him through the slits in her eyes. He walked over to her bed and whispered in her ear.

  “Baby, I’m here,” he said with a smirk on his face.

  For a moment she was relieved, but that all quickly changed to fear and despair when he said, “And I only came to tell you that if it was up to me, you would be dead already. Dirty bitch. I guess all that fucking around finally caught up with you. All I wanted was to love you and our daughter and keep you safe, but no, you wanted to trick around with nigga after nigga. Yeah, I know about you and Malik, and Tom, Dick and fucking Harry. Well, the jokes on you. I hope you lay here and rot. Then join his wife. Maybe y’all can take turns fucking the devil. Bye bitch, I’m going to make a better life for my daughter and me. The only regret I have is that I found you alive.” He pulled out a needle and stuck it in her vein. He backed up and walked away.

  Tears fell down her face. My daughter. Not my daughter. I need her. Keisha’s heart started to race. I can’t breathe. Feeling herself drifting off, the last thing she heard was the heart monitor. Beeeeeeeep . . .

  The Aftermath

  Once news hit the streets about Keisha’s death, it put the police and FBI on high sensitivity, being that she was the main piece of bait they were going to use for their investigation. And what made matters worse was to find out that not only was she dead, but her boyfriend’s wife. What the fuck was going on?

  Rajon, Keisha’s cousin, arrived at his mom’s house and when he saw his aunt crying hysterically, he knew that shit was real bad and only going to get worse. The police were trying to calm her down and Rajon was hoping that Keisha wasn’t hurt too bad, but no such luck. The drugs in her system along with the trauma she experienced never allowed her to make it out of the operating room.

  When Keisha’s mom, Brenda was told of the news she dropped to her knees and every feeling of regret, hate, and disappointment went through her body all at once. Why did God have to let this be the icing on her punishment cake? Brenda ran the streets and had the same type of lifestyle that had just taken her daughter’s life. She had only been clean for a few years and was trying to make it up to her by spending plenty of time with her granddaughter. But as they say, what goes around comes around. Karma had made its way back and was ass fucking her with no Vaseline.

  Keisha’s aunt, Pat was the only calm one because she was the only one with all the pieces to the puzzle. She had been warning Keisha to get the fuck away from Sadeek and that fucking his boss was only going to come back and bite her in the ass. But true to form and being her mother’s daughter, she was street smart and dick dumb. What the fuck was wrong with these young girls? Damn! Get a good piece of dick and lose they muthafuckin’ mind. Don’t make no sense. Why a bitch can’t ride a dick till the wheels fall off and call it what it is, a good fuck and then go handle their business? Damn.

  Pat’s next thought was the baby. She needed to get her as far away as possible. She knew her sister; Brenda would not be in any state to take care of a baby. Plus, with Keisha’s death, her next five dollars was going to the dope man. That raising kids shit ain’t my style, Pat thought. All she would do was raise another hustler because that’s all she knew. However, Pat knew one thing for sure. The streets had codes. And at the top of
the list was kill everyone involved, even the seed or it will rise up and take revenge.

  The Takeover

  Malik was all fucked up over the catastrophe that had just fallen into his lap. He was sitting in the house having one too many when he got a call from Sadeek. He almost didn’t answer it, but instead he did.

  “What’s up, Malik?”

  “Man, I can’t call it. I think God hates my fucking guts. We been combing these streets for days and we ain’t got shit to show for it.”

  “Well, I have some information that may help you get back on speaking terms with him,” Sadeek stated.

  “Yeah? What’s up?” Sadeek had Malik’s full attention. Although he was suspicious, he had to hear him out.

  “I know who put that hit on our people and it just so happens that I have a meeting with them tonight.”

  “Don’t fuck with me, ‘Deek.” Malik stood and the look on his face could have leveled a city block. He thought that he might have had something to do with it, but he never suspected him to be bold enough to call and show it.

  “Nah, partner, I set everything up and we’re getting ready to fuck these niggas.”

  “Round up whomever you can and come and get me.” He hung up and got strapped. He took a few more drinks and waited on Sadeek.

  Thirty minutes later, Sadeek pulled up and they were off to the meeting spot.

  Malik sat back in the seat thinking about his wife and daughter and now Keisha. Tears started to form in his eyes, but he didn’t allow them to fall. “So how’d you find these niggas?” he turned and questioned Sadeek.

  “It was more like they found me.” He glared at Malik.

  “What a fucking coincidence.” Malik didn’t believe Sadeek for one minute. He smelled a rat and that stench was coming right out of Sadeek’s mouth. But with his family gone, he really didn’t give a fuck if it was his end. He felt like at least he could meet back up with them. “Well, the way I feel, somebody is going to die tonight.”

  Sadeek looked over at him again and said, “Don’t worry. We settling all scores tonight.” He turned his eyes back to the road. Malik got quiet and just stared out the window.

  They pulled up to a set of warehouses in the iron bound section of Newark. Just as they proceeded to get out the car Raheem and Tah’leek pulled up behind them. Malik stepped ou the car slammed the door behind him, Raheem and Tah’leek came and stood beside him.

  “What’s good niggas?” Tah’leek said fixing the zipper on his coat.

  “Ain’t nothing lets go straighten this shit out.” Malik replied.

  Malik looked around and saw a few cars, but he didn’t recognize them. He was trying to put together who could be inside, but came up with nothing. They walked inside and into the darkness of the empty warehouse filled with the sound of broken glass crunching under their feet and the faint sound of dripping water in the distance. They moved through the open doorways until they came to some steps. There, they stood at the bottom of a staircase welcoming their soon to be victim.

  Malik looked up and saw three silhouettes approaching him. He immediately drew his gun. It was Scarie and his bodyguards coming down the steps. “What the fuck is going on?” he asked. Malik was ready to blast until he realized it was his boy. Then he lowered it.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Malik asked Scarie.

  “Dat’s a question for your boi,” Scarie said in his thick accent.

  Malik turned and looked at Sadeek. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “Restructure,” Sadeek said with a nasty look in his eyes.

  Then Malik looked at Raheem and Tah’leek. “What the fuck is going on?” Raheem shook his head from side-to-side. Tah’leek didn’t even respond.

  Malik turned back toward Sadeek.

  “Oh, so you want to be me? Well, I’ll tell you like this: It don’t matter how hard you try, you ain’t going to be nothing more than a greasy ass nigga. And when you come up off of greed, it always bites you in the ass.” Malik turned his back on Sadeek. “Well, go ahead and do what you came to do, but you got to kill a nigga the way you came at him, so excuse my back.” Malik spit on the floor and braced himself for his fate with his family, all dismantled he had no desire to live.

  With that, Sadeek shot Malik five times in the back and then spit on him. “Wrong answer, muthafucka,” Sadeek said.

  Raheem put his head in his hands and immediately felt fucked up. Tah’leek stood there staring at Scarie and his crew with an evil coldness to his eyes debating whether he should pull out and blast Scarie and his whole crew or put one in his dumb ass brother.

  “You want what I gave this nigga, or are you ready to go forward and do what we got to do?” Sadeek yelled at Raheem.

  “Nigga, fuck you. I ain’t trying to hear all that shit you talking. If we go forward, then we do this shit together. You ain’t my gotdamn boss, nigga.”

  “Shit, I can’t tell. I’m the one with the connect. I’m the one that made the sacrifice, so as I see it, nigga, you work for me. Or hit the muthafuckin’ unemployment line because I’m running this shit.”

  Raheem looked at him like he was crazy. Then Tah’leek yelled at Sadeek “What the fuck is wrong with you? You letting these niggas come between us?” he got louder with each word.

  “Well, I can settle who is in charge. Neither one of you niggas,” Scarie spoke then he shot Sadeek in the stomach.

  “What the fuck are you doing? We had a deal,” Sadeek yelled out in agonizing pain as he placed his hand on his wound. He fumbled with his gun causing it to fall to the floor. Tah’leek and Raheem was in a standoff with Scarie and his boys.

  “The key word is had. Do ya remember the girl you fucked at the hotel and killed?” Sadeek’s eyes got big as hell; shit got so quiet you could have heard a rat piss on cotton.

  “Yeah, nigga, dat one. Well, dat was me cousin.” Scarie shot him again. Sadeek fell back into Raheem then a rain of bullets fell over both of them. Tah’leek turned to run with his arm turned back at his enemies. He let off shots but his gun was unlucky that night. He was shot several times in his back, fell into a pile of iron rods, and fell on his stomach dying instantly.

  As Raheem lay there dying, all he could think was why did he agree to fuck with Sadeek on this shit. All of his fears were confirmed. Sadeek had made a deal with the devil.

  Fifteen years later

  Chapter 6

  KoKo

  Hey Family, this is KoKo. I know y’all had to sit through a few stories before y’all got to meet the baddest bitch you will ever read about, but it's all good. The shit was necessary. But check it, shit is getting ready to move real fast so pay attention and get at a bitch at the end.

  It was a Friday night and KoKo was chilling in the bar with Scales, Wise, and Baseem from Yonkers.

  Aldeen was the man next to the man. He was humble but deadly. He was responsible for bringing KoKo her orders and because of that fact; she only gave him the money and reports.

  Scales was this tall, lanky nigga with a slick ass tongue and an insatiable taste for cards and dice. Night after night, he would get all the little niggas in the back of the bar, school them, and talk shit about his winnings. “Let your next move be your best move, little youngin,” is all you would hear echoing from the back of the bar.

  Scales had mad love for KoKo and because of his loyalty; he didn’t have to move shit but his mouth. He was the only one on her team paid to just be there and keep her informed.

  Then there was Wise, one of KoKo’s appointed henchmen. 6’1”, 200 pounds, light skinned with wavy black hair and a body built like a god. He had a no nonsense attitude; if a nigga got out of line; he checked them on the spot. He lived by the philosophy that if you play with a dog, he will lick you. So he made sure never to play with a nigga. He would always say, “I laugh and I joke, but I don’t play.” Proverbs were another one of his attributes, which got him the name, Wise.

  Wise and KoKo were like brother and sister ever since the da
y she had cut this bitch seven times for burning him. They were in the pizza shop ordering a few slices and the bitch walked in acting like America’s Next Top Model, flaunting around like she was the shit with her drippy pussy.

  “Get the fuck off the block. Don’t nobody want none of your funky ass,” KoKo yelled.

  She shot back, “Bitch, you just mad because they ain’t trying to fuck you, fucking dyke.”

  And as if KoKo had wings, she jumped on her and sliced her face seven times with a straight razor before they could get KoKo off her. She stood up and smirked. “Now your face will be barking just like your pussy.” Koko spit on her then walked to the counter, paid for her pizza, and bounced. Everybody stood around looking shocked. When Wise saw that she was the type of bitch that didn’t give a fuck, he knew she was team material and had been teaching, training, and watching her back ever since.