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Chapter 26

“Sweet Taste of Revenge”

Calico

W
eeks had passed, and still no one had heard from Poppo’s little bitch ass. I’d heard he’d gotten into a little beef on the streets and ended up killing the neighborhood bully, Deebo. That shit was a surprise to me. I guess he was really out there feeling himself, trying to act like he was the big man in town. The stories I was hearing about him really had me going. I couldn’t believe this nigga really thought he was the boss. I was convinced he had bucked on me for my money and that was how he had his little come-up. I’d spent each day thinking about how the fuck I was gonna deal with him and was just hoping Deebo’s boys didn’t get to him first.

Bucking on my money was bucking on the Mexicans’ money. And I didn’t have the army to go to war with those niggas. Hell, I was already skating on thin ice, because Touch had fucked me up. I was just getting back in good with these niggas and wasn’t trying to fuck it up all over again.

My first instinct was to just get out of jail, hunt his bitch ass down, and straight kill him, but then I started to think on a whole different level. After pulling a few strings, I was able to get one of his bitches in VA to give him a call on three-way. I finally had the opportunity to holla at that nigga.

Of course, I had to ask him about that shit with my baby mother first. That was a true violation. There is no way a nigga could feel up one of my chicks and get away with it, especially my baby moms. Then I asked about my money, and about the shit niggas was saying on the streets. And, like the bitch I knew he was, Poppo denied it all. He gave me some lame excuse about getting robbed, when it came to the money. He had managed to collect on half before he got robbed though. I made that nigga think everything was all good and there was no beef. Plus, when that nigga found out I had another bond hearing coming up and I was definitely getting out on that one, he straightened his act up. At first he thought I would never see daylight, so he was trying to flex. But when the reality hit that I was coming home, that nigga switched his whole shit up.

Just like Natalia had promised, I went before the judge and got a bond. I gathered my shit up, preparing to be released. A nigga never felt so happy. Two months in jail was way too much time for a cat like me. It took three different bond hearings for me to get a bond. The judge set it at one million dollars, with hopes that I would never get out, but it only took one phone call and one hundred grand, and a nigga was on the road the same fucking day.

Now that I was hitting the streets, it was straight to business. I knew Poppo had to be dealt with. Then I had to get to that bitch Sasha before she got to the witness stand. She was the only eyewitness that had stepped up so far, so without her the Commonwealth’s Attorney had no case.

When they released me, I walked out the gate and saw my baby mother parked outside.

“Hey, baby!” she ran up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss.

“What’s up? I see you really love daddy, huh? You came all the way across the country to get your man. That’s why I fuck with you so hard, Corrin.” I gripped her ass and pulled her close to me, my dick swelling.

“Damn! Looks like you’re not the only one that’s happy to see me,” she said, feeling my dick stand up against her thigh.

“So what you gonna do about that?”

“You’ll see real soon. Get in the car. Let’s get to our hotel.”

I didn’t hesitate to get in the car. Although I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck my baby mother more than anything, I can’t lie, my mind was on other shit. Everything in me wanted to meet up with Poppo so I could give that nigga what he had coming to him.

Corrin drove us downtown Norfolk to the Waterside Marriot, where she’d gotten the room. We pulled up in front and let the valet park the car.

The door on the elevator hadn’t even closed completely before she was all over me. She grabbed me by my hair, which was now loose because I had taken out my corn rolls while in jail. With a tight grip on my hair, she forced her tongue in my mouth, pushing me against the elevator wall.

I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her back just as passionately. My dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode. I turned around, pushing Corrin against the wall, then pushed my hands inside her panties. Her pussy was hairless, and I instantly felt her swollen clit between her fat pussy lips.

“Ahhhh, baby,” she moaned. “Not in here.” She pulled my hand from her pants.

Ding
!

The elevator sounded, letting us know we’d reached our floor. Not knowing if someone would be standing in front of us as the elevator door opened, we both gathered ourselves. When the door opened, I followed Corrin to the hotel room.

As soon as we got in, Corrin started to take her clothes off. I followed her into the bedroom. By the time we reached there, she was completely naked. I grabbed her naked body and tossed it on the bed.

“No, baby, it’s not time yet. First, you’ve got to get a shower.”

Corrin was tripping.

“Hell nah. You ’bout to give me this pussy. I’ve been waiting months for some pussy, and you gon’ tell me to go take a shower first?”

“Well, I’m getting in the shower. If you want me, you’ll have to join me.” She hopped up and ran into the bathroom.

I followed her in there. When I walked in, she was already in the shower. I ripped the curtain back and looked at her soaking wet, perfect body. Although she’d had two kids for me, her body was still flawless, not a stretch mark in sight. I pulled off my clothes and got in with her.

As soon as I stepped in, she grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. Then she began to wash my body. From head to toe, Corrin wiped me down, not missing one spot. Then I stepped under the flow of the water to rinse the soap off.

When I turned around and all the soap was gone, Corrin got on her knees and began to suck my dick. I knew I was backed up, so when I felt the need to cum, I let the first one go and busted all in her mouth. Now that I’d gotten the quick one out of the way, it was time to really give it to her. My dick was still hard after I came.

I turned Corrin around and bent her over under the flow of water beneath the showerhead. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed my dick deep inside her.

“Aaahhh, fuck!” she screamed out.

Her pussy was nice and tight like always. Water splashed off her ass as I banged it. The sound and sight of her ass bouncing up and down turned me on even more. Before I knew it, Corrin had reached her peak, and I followed shortly after. Although exhausted, we both washed off one more time before getting out of the shower.

When we stepped out of the shower, room service was waiting on us. Corrin had ordered steak and lobster tail.

“I knew you would want something nice after eating jail food for so long,” she said as she handed me my plate, “so I ordered the best.”

“Damn, boo! You almost make me want to wife you up,” I said, knowing that was what Corrin always wanted.

“That’s what I’m waiting on. What is it gonna take, Mike?”

“Come on, Corrin, don’t start. We’re having a nice time, baby,” I said, not wanting to hear the bullshit.

“Baby, me and the kids need you. This is the second time you’ve gone to jail. What if you don’t get out the next time? What are we supposed to do without you?”

“Man, I ain’t going nowhere. I got shit under control. You worrying for nothing.” I didn’t know why Corrin was so upset.

“See . . . that’s what I mean. You think you’re invincible. Mike, you’re human. You bleed just like everyone else. It’s time to leave the streets. You have money. I can work. I’m afraid, if you don’t get out now, you’re gonna end up dead or permanently in jail.”

“Corrin, chill out.” I kissed her on the cheek then picked up my phone to call Poppo.

“What up, nigga?” Poppo sounded excited to hear from me.

“I’m on the streets, nigga. Come get me from the Waterside Marriot. Call me when you’re outside.” I hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Corrin was in my face again.

“Poppo,” I said, my mouth full of food.

“Poppo? How the fuck could you even deal with that nigga, Mike? Especially after what he did to me?” She began to cry.

I hated to see her cry. “Baby, that nigga gonna pay for what he did, trust me. I would never let a nigga disrespect you and get away with it.” I hugged her tight.

“Baby, please just don’t get into any trouble.”

“Don’t worry, mama. I’ll be back in Cali with you and the kids before you know it.”

“You promise?”

“Only death could stop me.” I then finished up my food.

Chapter 27

“Unexpected Guest”

Poppo

I
’d just gotten a call from Calico to come pick him up. Truth be known, I was kind of disappointed that he had gotten out. I was enjoying being the king and running the castle. But so be it. This just meant I would have to hold true to my word and dead that nigga.

I stopped by the gas station to fill up the car and to grab a six-pack of Heineken for the road. I had a few in the car, but I needed to re-up for the trip. As I walked in, there was a sexy little petite chick that stood at the register. I gave her a smile as I headed toward the freezer to get the Heineken. She smiled back. That’s all the confirmation I needed. I already knew I was gonna holla at her when I checked out.

I heard the lyrics of Soulja Boy’s song, “Turn My Swag On,” blasting from a car stereo outside the store. Shortly after, I heard a commotion at the front of the store. It sounded like a group of rowdy niggas had just walked in.

“What up, sexy?” one of the guys said, obviously speaking to the cashier at the front of the store.

Another one of the boys sang out the lyrics of Soulja Boy’s song. He sounded like he was getting closer to me.

Eager to get the fuck out of the store, I grabbed up the Heineken and headed to the front of the store. No sooner than I got to the end of the aisle, I caught eyes with one of the guys. He stood at the other end of the aisle. I recognized him immediately as one of Deebo’s boys.

We locked eyes, like a cowboy stand-off, and before I could blink, he fired a shot at me. One hit the case of Heineken, busting the bottles and causing them to drop out of my hand.

I dove to the next aisle and grabbed my gun. I met the guy at the front of the store, and we fired shots at each other, as his boy ran out the front door. Moments later, he followed behind him and jumped in the truck. I ran out the door after them.

On the way out, I noticed the cashier laid out on the floor, blood coming from her chest. She had been shot.

I jumped in my car and followed the SUV Deebo’s boys were driving. I got up close enough to them to fire some shots. One shot hit a tire, almost sending the SUV out of control for a second.

I pressed the pedal to the floor, determined to catch up with them. As soon as I got by their side, the driver quickly busted a right turn and ended up losing control of the truck, which flipped over into the ditch.

I pulled over beside them. I saw the driver crawling from the truck and gave him two shots. I was sure that nigga wouldn’t be breathing after that.

With no time to waste, I jumped back in my car and sped off, leaving no eyewitnesses behind. I had to make sure I put those niggas to rest, to let niggas on the street know what was really good. It took shit like that to get a name.

Now that I had a couple of murders under my belt, I was sure I would be respected on the streets. Money, power, and respect was all it took to be the boss. I had the money, and with money came power, and now I had finally gained the respect.

Chapter 28

“Handling Business”

Calico

“
G
otdamn! What up, big homie?” I dapped up Poppo. “Take me straight to the
A
,” I said to him as we hopped in the car.

Once I was in the
A
, Poppo would be easily dealt with. Then I would hunt down Sasha. If I didn’t take care of Sasha, I knew I may never have a chance to shower, eat, or fuck on my own will again.

“Damn, nigga! You on a mission. You trying to holla at Diablo, or you trying to get at that bitch, Sasha?”

“My main thang is Sasha, but I’m gonna holla at Diablo too. I gotta do something to make up for that dough you fucked up. How that shit happen though . . . on the real, man?”

“Man, I hooked up with some of these other ATL cats. The first go-’round I gave these niggas half of the shit, and everything went straight. Then next time I met up with them to get rid of the rest, these niggas was on some other shit. They straight robbed me, man.”

“What the fuck you doing dealing with them anyway? The plan was for you to deal with Diablo, man.”

“I know, but I could sell it to these niggas for a little more.”

“Oh, so you was trying to make a little profit of your own. See where greed get you? Nigga, you ain’t ready to be no fucking boss, so stop trying to act like one!” I snapped.

“A’ight, duke.” Poppo ended the argument.

The more I looked at Poppo, the angrier I got. I’d managed to deal with it nearly the entire drive, but that last thirty minutes was killing me. I was ready to take him out. I was just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

“Yo, can you get a Heineken for me out of the backseat?” Poppo whined.

“Yeah,” I replied, realizing this may be the opportunity I’d been waiting for.

In jail, a nigga can get anything he wants. I was lucky enough to run into this dude that mixed up a number of prescription meds to make this drug that paralyzes a person for at least six hours or so. It was the jail version of the street drug “Special K.” Special K was actually a drug used to tranquilize cats.

I popped open a Heineken for Poppo and put in a little bit of the drug and handed it to him. Pretending like I was actually concerned about Poppo drinking and driving, I suggested I take over the driving from that point.

“Man, I’ve been locking shit down while you were gone,” he bragged.

“Oh yeah? How the fuck you lock shit down?” I knew this nigga was a little bitch and didn’t have the balls to put a city on lock.

“Nigga, I knocked off Deebo. Niggas thanking me to this day. That nigga was going around taking niggas’ money and drugs and shit. Ain’t nobody have the balls to stand up to that nigga. But I ain’t back down. Instead, I made that nigga lay down.”

“Yeah. I heard about that shit when I was locked up. I wondered what the fuck was going on.”

“Nigga tried to bitch me out during a dice game, so I had to let that nigga know. You know what I mean?”

Poppo was going on like he really was the man on the streets.

“Right, right,” I said, making him feel a little good.

“Then I got word that his boys were after me. Niggas was calling my phone, threatening me and shit, but I was like, ‘Fuck it! Y’all niggas know where to find me. I ain’t hiding. So days had passed, and I ain’t never see none of these niggas, that is until tonight.”

“Tonight? You ran into these niggas before you came to pick me up?” Now I was really interested in what Poppo had to say.

“Yeah, man. I was at the fucking gas station, and these niggas rolled up on me. They started busting shots and shit, even hit the cute little cashier bitch. Anyway, I catch up with these niggas about a mile from the gas station. They had flipped the truck and shit, so when the nigga come crawling out the truck, I hit him with a couple of shots.”

“So that nigga dead?”

Totally ignoring my question, Poppo called out in a panic, “Yo, I can’t move my legs.”

That was my queue. It didn’t even take ten minutes before that shit I put in his drink started to work.

“Pretty soon you won’t be able to move your arms either.” I gave him a devious grin.

“What did you do to me?”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled and punched him in the mouth. Afterwards, my hand hurt like hell.

Shortly after, we arrived at an abandoned warehouse. I came across it on our last visit to Atlanta. The only things there were spiders and rats. I pulled Poppo’s still paralyzed body from the car and dumped it on the dirty warehouse floor. Then I placed duct tape around his arms and legs. I’d had him purchase all the equipment prior to picking me up, so we would be prepared for Sasha. Little did this punk know it was for him.

In the warehouse, I started cutting him on his arms, legs, face, fingers, and neck. Finally, I took off his shirt and cut his chest and stomach open. For a while, I let him bleed out. That nigga looked petrified. I took my time torturing him before I began to speak.

“What? You thought you would get away at trying to duck me and play with my fucking money? Not to mention, you violated me by putting your hands on my baby moms. That alone is a death sentence, bitch nigga! Did you forget where you came from nigga? You were nobody. I made you, Poppo. When we met, you were on the corner selling nicks and dimes, nigga. I opened the doors for you.” I kicked him in the head. I couldn’t believe this ungrateful-ass nigga.

“Fuck you, Calico! I ain’t your bitch. I just ain’t have the chance to prove it to your ass. You suppose to be dead right now, nigga. I had plans for you. You never was suppose to leave Bankhead. If that stupid-ass crackhead hadn’t fucked up, you wouldn’t be here right now!”

“So what the fuck you saying, Poppo? You tried to fucking set me up?” Furious, I kicked him two more times.

Poppo began to laugh. Then he coughed up blood. “Why you think your gun jammed?” he forced out the words then spat out blood. “I had given the crackhead a gun to pull on you and force you in the house, then from there, I was gonna take over. I made sure the gun would jam because I knew you would pull it out on him. But like a typical fucking crackhead, this nigga sold the gun and decided to try and rob you at knifepoint instead.”

“Fuck you, nigga!”

I’d heard enough, so with gloves on and his own gun, I shot him twice in the head and left him as a nice snack for the rats.

Now that I had one task down, it was time to move on to the other. I needed to holla at Diablo. According to Poppo, Sasha was working for Diablo, so I knew as long as I was fucking with him, I was guaranteed to run into that bitch.

“What up, Diablo?” I shouted out the window to him as I pulled up in front of the club.

He spoke to me through the window. “What’s up, man?”

“Hop in, so I can holla at you.”

Diablo walked over to the passenger side and hopped in. I wanted to waste no time getting right down to business. I knew I would have to come at this nigga right, so I would be able to get the information I needed. But before I could begin to speak, Diablo started talking.

“Yo, nigga, I need you bad right now. I just took a major loss.”

“For real? Damn, man! That’s how the game go. What you looking for?”

“Well, I was hoping I could give you something, and you match what I buy. You dig?”

“A’ight, I can work with that. But I need to ask you about this chick you work with . . . Sasha.”

“Sasha? Man, you don’t want to deal with that conniving bitch.”

Diablo had just made my job a whole lot easier. I was thinking I was gonna have to act like I wanna use the bitch as a runner or some bullshit, to get info from that nigga, but it looked like Sasha had rubbed this nigga the wrong way.

“What’s up with her man?” I asked, wanting Diablo to elaborate.

“She’s the reason I’m fucked up right now. I gives this bitch some weight to take to my niggas in VA, and she calls me, saying, this nigga Touch robbed her. So I goes up there ready for war and roughs this nigga up. I shot after him and everything. On top of that, I still had to straighten these niggas that didn’t get their shit, because they had already given me the money. So a few days later, I get a call from these same niggas, saying, they just bought some cheap shit from some niggas that robbed a bitch. When they described the bitch, I knew it was none other than Sasha. The puzzle just fit together way too perfectly. The bitch had lied. Touch ain’t rob her. That bitch robbed me!”

“Oh yeah? So now you and this nigga Touch got beef?”

“Hell yeah. Now that’s some extra shit I gotta deal with, on top of the loss I took.”

“I know that nigga Touch. Me and him had a little run-in too,” I said, not sharing too much information. “So about this bitch, Sasha . . . have you talked to her?”

“Nah. I don’t want her to know I know what’s up. I’m trying to get her here so I can deal with her. I’ve been calling her, telling her I got more work for her, but she dragging her feet getting here. She suppose to blow in tomorrow though.”

“How about this? Get her here, and I’ll deal with her for you.” I offered to take the problem off of Diablo’s hands without telling him my personal beef with her.

“Done deal. I’ll let you know when she’s at the club, and you get at me about that other thang when you ready. Or you gonna send your boy Poppo? Where that nigga at anyway? I been trying to holla at him since that shit went down.”

“Poppo? That nigga ain’t breathing,” I said with no emotion at all.

“Huh? Fuck you talking about Calico?” Diablo laugh nervously.

“I gutted him.” Again I had a completely blank face.

Diablo didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure how to take me. He just stared at me speechless, looking totally confused.

“I’m fucking with you, nigga. He straight,” I said, breaking the ice.

“Man, you had me fucked up. I’m gone.” Diablo dapped me up and got out of the car.

I pulled out of the parking lot, pleased that things were falling into place.

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