Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest (7 page)

June 29
^th
, 2005 was the longest day of my life. After
sitting for almost six months, I had thought long and
hard about what I was going to do the next day… my
birthday. I would be turning eighteen and these
crackers would have to let me go. I was certain that I
would party hard and do me. I hadn’t talked to Akira
for five months. I didn’t know what happened with
the house, money, or coke. I had that stash at my
moms house though just in case. Money was the least
of my worries. My primary concern was making Zeke
pay for snitching.
Homer had questioned me for two hours at JFK airport before throwing in the towel. He took me to Juvie and then to this locked facility in Westbury for my
so called protection. He tried to get me to snitch on
Manny. I respected the game. Snitching was wrong!
Zeke was gone pay!
On ride back to the city all I could think of was what I
left. When I got to Jamaica I got a gypsy cab and was
on my way.
I figured there was a fifty/fifty chance of Akira having held down the house. I had every intention of
fucking the shit out of her soon as the door opened.
When I got out the cab I could hear Michael Jackson
banging out the stereo.
--… I want to love you… PYT… pretty young
thang…-
I could see into the window. My heart dropped. I
could see a light skin chick sitting indian style on my
sofa smoking a dutch. I knocked on the door and she
got up and turned the music down. She came to the
door and opened it. She gave me a good looking over.
“Is Akira here?” I asked her, not knowing if I had
been evicted and someone else might have moved in
and kept the furniture.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“Rich’. I replied
Before I could get the word out of my mouth, Akira
yelled my name as she ran down the stairs.
The chick moved out the way as I stepped inside and
closed the door. Akira jumped in my arms after making it down the stairs asshole naked.
“Baby I love you, I missed you, I love you so much
Rich.”
“I missed you too baby.” I said as we hugged and
kissed in the middle of the living room. I felt eyes on
my back. I whispered into Akira’s ears:
“Who’s that?”
Akira smiled and kissed me.
“Oh my fault, Rich meet Jocelyn, Jocelyn meet Rich.
She been staying wit’ me for the past couple of
months.”
“Is that right, why you naked, is that for me?” I asked
as I smacked Akira’s ass. She looked at me and
smiled.
“Happy Birthday.” She said.
Jocelyn looked at me and added:
“Happy Birthday.” As she passed me the dutch she
was smoking. I took a puff inhaling slowly. I sat
down and Akira following me, sat on my lap.
“Where you been? I was so worried about you baby.”
I pressed my lips against against Akira’s.
“Baby I’m here now, don’t worry.”
Jocelyn looked at me and teased.
“So you gone hog all the weed? I thought it was puff,
puff, pass!”
We all laughed.
“Where you find shorty at? She cool wit me?”
I laughed as I passed Jocelyn the Dutch.
“The same place you found me.” Akira replied.
She bit her lip and then whispered in my ear.
“I missed that dick.”
Before I could respond or get up, Akira pulled my
zipper down and devoured me into her mouth. I
looked over at Jocelyn. She was still smoking, sitting
on the sofa across from us. I closed my eyes as Akira
gave me oral pleasure. Every moment away from her,
she was missed. She got up and sat on my lap facing
me. I kissed her on the lips and grabbed her close to
me as she rode me like a race horse. Akira looked into
my eyes as she let out shrieks of passion. She turned
her back to me and continued to ride me until I blasted off all inside of her.
She called Jocelyn over to us. Jocelyn pulled off her
halter top and boy shorts, then pressed her lips
against Akira’s nipples. Watching them brought my
dick back to attention. Akira got back on her knees
along side of Jocelyn, and they took turns sucking on
my pole.
Jocelyn straddled me backwards and rode the second
nut out of me. Akira and Jocelyn kissed and fondled
each other as I laid back on the sofa with Jocelyn still
on top of me.
It was good to be home. Akira held down the crib.
Down in the basement everything was the same. My
safe was untouched. I ran upstairs to get dressed.
Akira and Jocelyn were both asleep on the sofa. When
I walked into the bedroom there was a strap on dildo
lying on the bed. I thought to myself, these bitches is
some freaks for real. I grinned and opened my bottom
drawer to get some jeans. Before I got the jeans something caught my attention.
--Zeke (718)386-9110-
It was written on a Club Wet napkin. That snake ass
nigga. I know he wasn’t fucking my bitch.
“Akira.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was hoping
it belonged to Jocelyn. Akira came running up the
stairs. I held the napkin up for her to see.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked her.
“Boo I need to talk to you about that.”
“Is you fucking ‘em?” I asked.
“No.”
“Go ahead, I’m listening.”
I sat down and listened to Akira as she told me about
how and why she started working at Club Wet. She
told me about Manny’s welcome home party and
how she met Zeke.
I knew Akira had to do what she had to do. No love
lost, I knew she was a smut when I met her. She was a
whore and Jocelyn was too. No sense in bitching
about getting lemons when I could make lemonade. I
called Jocelyn upstairs and sat her down too.
“Y'all been ho-ing at Club Wet, it is what it is. I’m
home now. I’ll be damn if I’m gone let another nigga
pimp my bitch, and Jocelyn you can ride with me or
beat ya feet.”
Jocelyn opened her mouth wide.
“I’m riding.” She replied.
Tears were rolling down Akira face.
“Rich, I only did that so I wouldn’t lose everything. I
just wanted to hold shit down for you. I hate that
club.”
I could remember Shakita’s warnings. However I was
determined to be a boss and boss every situation in
my life.
“Remember when I asked you if I killed somebody
would you help me bury the body?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Okay well, I need you to ride for me. You been
working at Club Wet, so it’s not gone hurt you to stay
there a while.”
“What about Kevin and Coffee?”
“Fuck Kevin and Coffee, just act like everything is
cool, and call Zeke. Tell him you want to see him at
the club tonight.”
“I love you Rich.” Akira said as she wiped her tears.
I finished getting dressed and headed to the used car
lot on Kings Highway. I grabbed an old Bonneville,
just to get around in. I also grabbed a pre paid cell
and headed back to the crib to layout my plan to Akira and Jocelyn.

It was a quiet night for the club. Rich had just
dropped me and Jocelyn off. I did a few lap dances
before I noticed Zeke walking into the VIP. I nodded
to Jocelyn to occupy him while I was dancing for one
of my regulars. They made some small talk until I
walked over and sat on Zeke’s lap. I wanted to get up.
I couldn’t. Rich laid out the plan to me, and I had to
stick to the script.
“So shorty… you gone let me take you home tonight?”
“No, I’m not going to your house.”
“Yeah, well five hundred dollars says you going to
my house.”
I smiled and laughed.
“No, five hundred dollars only says you can fuck my
little sister and lick my toes!”
I was just teasing, I know I fucked niggas for five dollars before. Zeke went back into his pocket and pulled
out a bank roll and laughed.
“So thats how you feel? Matter of fact, a thousand
dollars say I’m fucking you and you little sister’s licking my toes after y'all take turns licking my balls!”
“Maybe, but we still not going to your house.”
Zeke’s smile got wider.
“We can do it in my truck” Zeke said.
I grabbed his dick and whispered in his ear.
“We can park up somewhere, just be outside when
the club let out.”
“Aight.” Zeke said.
Zeke left the VIP. Everything was in motion. I called
Rich. At the let out Zeke was parked in front of the
club in a pearl white Lincoln Navigator with dark
tint. I hopped in the front and Jocelyn hopped in the
back. When he pulled off we went straight down Wilson Avenue. I put my hand on his leg and whispered
in his ear.
“I know a place we can go.”
“Where?” He asked.
“Behind P.S. Sixty-Eight.” I responded.
Once there, Zeke put the Navigator in park and we
got in the back. He stashed his ratchet under the seat.
Zeke was very excited. The erection that was bulging
from his jeans proved it. His mouth was watering and
his eyes were open wide as a child in a candy store.
Me and Jocelyn watched as he pulled his pants down
to reveal his dick. Jocelyn shook her head.
“Money first.” She said as she extended her hand out
to Zeke.
He passed her ten crispy hundred dollar bills. Jocelyn
put them into her boot pocket before kneeling down
in front of him. Zeke licked his lips and looked in my
eyes and said:
“So what was that about licking toes… you know, the
way I see it, every bitch got a price. The only questions that come to mind are… is she a wings and fries
ho, a steak and potatoes ho, or a shrimp and lobster
ho!”
I wanted to slap the shit out of this cocky nigga. I kept
telling myself to just stick to the script. I was sitting
next to Zeke. I waited as Jocelyn deep throated him.
Zeke pushed her away.
“No, I want you to get on the ‘mic’.”
He was pointing at me. I traded places with Jocelyn. I
kneeled in front of him and grabbed his dick. I heard
a whistle coming from outside. I smiled and looked
Zeke in his eyes.
“No peeking. I’m about to fuck up ya whole thinking
process.”
Zeke closed his eyes and the door opened.

“What up nigga?”
“Oh shit!” Zeke said.
He sat there with his mouth wide open and his dick
out and pants down. Jocelyn reached under the seat
and grabbed Zeke’s gun. Akira grabbed her bag and
they both exited the truck.
I stood there face to face with the person who ratted
me out. I was dressed in all black Dickies, gloves,
Tims, and a hoodie. Zeke was staring down the barrel
of a nine millimeter I just copped.
“You was my right hand man… fucking rat.”
“Naw man it wasn’t like that, aye Rich, don’t do this
man, we like brothers, I can fix it.”
“No… you can’t fix this, you went against the grain.”
“Rich, we Brooklyn’s Finest, we stick together, don’t
listen to what…”
--bang, bang-
Tears rolled down my eyes as I shot Zeke between his
eyes twice. I dropped the burner and left him there,
like that. I closed the door and walked back to my car
on Seneca Avenue, where Akira and Jocelyn were
waiting. The ride home was silent. You could hear a
mouse pissing on cotton. Once inside the house, I sat
Akira and Jocelyn down.
“Look, this shit never happened. Don’t ever in your
life mention anything to anybody about what happened tonight. Not even to each other or me. Nobody
opens they mouth nobody goes to jail.”
I looked into both their eyes. Akira was scared, Jocelyn emotionless. In the morning I headed to Razor
Sharp on Wilson Ave. The best barbers in the borough
cut there for $30 a whop. I played some pool waiting
for the barber to finish cutting some lil niggas head.
“Long time, no see nigga.” I heard from a familiar
voice behind me.
I turned around and it was Manny.
“What up?” I said as I extended my hand for Manny
to shake.
“Nigga, that was good looking on that shit you handled for me. I owe you one. You gotta get at me sun.”
I was about to respond before my attention was diverted to the television.
“… Channel 7 Action News this is Oliver Cole reporting from Public School Sixty-Eight in the Ridgewood
section of Queens; where a young man, Eziekial
Goode, was murdered early this morning inside of
the schoolyard.
Vice detectives were investigating an unrelated crime
when they discovered the victim inside of his parked
vehicle at 3:45 this morning…”
The entire barbershop went quiet. Manny dropped
his cell phone as he listened.
“Oh shit.” I tried to act surprised.
“What the fuck!” Manny yelled.
I stormed out of the barbershop, and Manny followed. Everyone knew me and Zeke were best
friends. Manny hugged me.
“Damn youngin’ I know that was ya ace. I’m sorry, yo
this game is crazy.”
I tried to force tears, but they just wouldn’t come out.
I took option number two… denial. I yelled out.
“Man… Zeke can’t be be gone. I just got home yesterday, I aint get to see him.”
Manny relaxed his grip on me.
“Look sun, I know it’s hard. It’s hard for me.”
With Zeke out the way, I could focus on Wilson Avenue again. Manny was home so I know I would have
to go about the situation right. I would have to use
finesse.
Wilson Avenue was doing bad. Manny’s connect was
stepping, or rather, dancing on the coke real crazy.
Crackheads started going to Broadway and Mother
Gaston to cop. I went home and grabbed an ounce. I
rode back up the way. Manny was sitting on his stoop
on Moffat Street.
“What up sun… you good?” Manny said as I walked
up and sat next to him on the stoop.
“Yeah I’m good, I just went to holler at my O.G. Real
quick. When you was on the Island, he was the one
supplying me. He just threw me an ounce cause I
came home. He told me I can get as much as I can
move whenever I need it.”
I watched Manny’s eyes to see if he was taking the
bait.
“So how much he charging for four and a half?”
I realized Manny was biting.
“Three stacks.” I replied.
Manny’s eyes opened wider presumably because the
price was good.
“Is it the same shit you was pumping when I was
booked?”
“Yeah, my nigga, it’s the same. That shit is raw.”
Manny reached in his pocket and pulled out his mitt.
He peeled off a stack and gave it to me.
“I need that onion yo, and set that up for four and a
half. When can we meet up wit O.G.?”
I hadn’t thought about that yet. He threw a curveball,
cause I definitely didn’t have a O.G. Supplying me
with coke. It was time for that maneuvering that
Shakita talked about. I took a few seconds rummaging my head for some ideas. I had to think fast.
“He on some paranoid shit, he don’t wanna meet nobody, but like I said, he’ll throw me whatever as long
as that money right.”
Manny looked at me in contempt, if looks could kill I
would be six feet under.
“Look Rich, I’m not into that middleman bullshit.
When it come to this paper I’m about my work. You
already know how I ride… so what you want out of
this?” Manny asked.
“I just need two hundred every time you cop, if thats
not too much to ask.”
“Damn sun, I aint mad at you. One things for sure,
you always find a way to get at a dollar. I fucks wit
you.”
I passed off the ounce to Manny and got off the stoop.
Manny grabbed my arm.
“Aye yo sun, what you do with that ratchet?”
I knew Manny would ask me sooner or later.
“What ratchet?” I asked
To me the gun didn’t exist anymore. Once I buried it,
I buried all thoughts about it, and I didn’t care to talk
about it.
“The one I asked you to hold down for me.” Manny
responded.
I wasn’t even going to tell Manny where the gun was
because I buried more out there.
“I don’t know what you talking about, you aint pass
no ratchet off to me. I don’t play wit tools!”
Manny smiled and let my arm loose.
“You smart, you got a good memory, I fucks wit
you.”
“Well… I can’t remember something if it never happened.