Me and My Hittas 6 (eBook)

The Final Testament Of A Trap God

Tranay Adams (Autor)

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2018 | 1. Auflage
246 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-011985-8 (ISBN)

Infos

A tragedy nearly drives BOOBY LOCO insane. Realizing that he must pull it together or his loved one's sacrifice may have been in vain; he grabs his gun and rallies his hittas. Blood thirsty, they hit the streets seeking revenge for their fallen comrade, leaving dead bodies and yellow tape in their wake.

Booby is so consumed by his rage that he doesn't see an unforeseen enemy lurking in the shadows ready to take his head. Will Booby crush this threat before he's given a tombstone? Or will he meet his demise. Me and My Hittas 6 The Sagas Conclusion

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Previously

Gouch sat in the driver seat of the Hummer changing the channels on the stereo system. The day had been a long and hard one. He and Pavielle spent the greater part of it dropping off shopping bags of money to the families of G-thang, Voodoo and Dip for their funeral services. Pavielle had spent six hours at the first two houses and was going on his tenth hour at this last stop. Though it was hot as fire that day, Gouch didn’t dare to put a rush on Pavielle. He was paying his respects to the families of the men and woman that had died in his honor so it was only right that he was allowed time with them. Besides, Gouch would be all right. The A/C made him feel a lot cooler, like a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice.

Pavielle snatched open the door and deposited himself into the front passenger seat. He slouched down into the seat and fired up a cigarette. He took a casual pull and unleashed white smoke. Gouch could tell that the situation was eating away at him. The pain was etched all over his face. Not to mention, he was sucking on the end of the cigarette like he was a nigga facing life without parole.

“You, all right?” Gouch asked concerned.

“Hell naw, I’m fucked up.” Pavielle admitted, dumping ashes into an ashtray. “I need a drink, and bad than a mothafucka, too.”

“You tryna hit The Bar Fly?”

“Nah, I’ll sulk later.” Pavielle told him. “Let’s slide up here to see Sazoo.”

“All right.”

Gouch resurrected the Hummer and merged into traffic.

Pavielle and Gouch engaged Sazoo at Simpson’s family mortuary in Inglewood off of Manchester. At first Pavielle thought they had the wrong address but he checked the slip of paper he’d written it on. The address was indeed the right one. But Pavielle wanted to be especially sure, so he called Sazoo and he told him to come to the entrance. Pavielle knocked on the door and a dark skinned cat in a cheap suit answered the door. The cat stood about 5’7 and looked like a walking corpse. The cat said nothing as he allowed The Hood Brothers inside and locked the doors behind them. He signaled for them to follow him and they fell in line behind him. He led them through a dimly lit corridor and into a room that had coffins scattered everywhere. Pavielle and Gouch peeked inside and saw Sazoo smoking from a long, wooden exotic looking pipe. Pavielle and Gouch could tell from the aroma of the weed that it was Grade A. The cat in the cheap suit knocked on the door and garnered Sazoo’s attention.

“Sir,” the cat spoke in a deep, baritone that didn’t match his appearance. “Your guests have arrived.” He then gave a bow and went about his business.

Sazoo exchanged pleasantries with Pavielle and Gouch. He offered them a toke of his pipe. Though Gouch refused, Pavielle chose to indulge. He needed something to make him forget about his worries.

“Careful now, that’s some powerful sheet.” Sazoo warned Pavielle.

“I know what I’m doing, homeboy. I’m not new to this, I’m true to this.” Pavielle held the pipe and lit it at the end with a Bic lighter. He took a couple healthy puffs and expelled white smoke.

“You like?” Sazoo asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Pavielle coughed and pounded a fist to his chest. “That shit official.”

Sazoo took the time to take a couple of puffs himself before speaking. “All right now, let’s get down to business.” He smacked and rubbed his hands together, having sat the pipe down on a nearby coffin. He motioned for Pavielle and Gouch to follow him as he headed to a couple of coffins at the back of the room. One by one, Sazoo lifted the lids of the coffins and exposed the kilos inside. Pavielle and Gouch looked between both coffins, nodding their heads. They were happy with what they saw before them.

“Dere you have it, Gentlemen,” Sazoo said, “Some of da best cocaine on the market; fifty keys, my neegaz.”

“Is this the same shit you let me taste in the park?” Pavielle inquired.

“Yes.” Sazoo answered, “Now, the money.”

Gouch handed Sazoo a duffle bag. Sazoo sat the duffle bag on a nearby coffin and unzipped it. A smile stretched across his pale, yellow face when he saw all of those big face hundred dollar bills.

“You want us to wait while you count it?”

“No. I’m sure it’s all here.” Sazoo said, outstretching his hand. “Nice doing business with you…I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“Pavielle, but you can call me, Booby.” He shook Sazoo’s hand.

“OK, Booby.” Sazoo smiled, boasting all thirty-two teeth like he knew something that Pavielle didn’t.
Pavielle narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. At that precise moment, several coffins lids came flying open, one by one.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Men and Women wearing windbreakers with D.E.A emblazoned across the backs of them shot up in the coffins, drawing their weapons on Pavielle and Gouch.

“Don’t move mothafuckaz!” one of them shouted.

Pavielle and Gouch observed their surroundings. Once they came to the conclusion that they were busted, they slowly lifted their hands into the air. One of the D.E.A agents jumped out of his coffin and handcuffed both of the brothers. While he was being handcuffed, Pavielle mad dogged Sazoo with contempt in his eyes.

“Aww, come on now, don’t look at me like that.” Sazoo said without an accent as he pulled his shield from out of his shirt and let it hang against his chest. “You knew the risks in the game ‘fore you joined in it. We’re all players, you just so happened to be playing on the wrong team.”

Pavielle harped up some phlegm and spat it Sazoo’s face. Sazoo smiled and wiped the goo from his face with a handkerchief from his back pocket. Once he’d wiped his face clean, he folded up the handkerchief and tucked it into his back pocket.

“Get these pieces of shit outta here.” Sazoo ordered the arresting agent. With that said, Pavielle and Gouch were hurriedly ushered out of the room.

She sat there before him on the stool, holding the telephone to her ear. Her makeup ran as tears cascaded down her face. The pain she was feeling couldn’t be denied. The expression on her face portrayed that. Her eyes were bloodshot and her jaw was slacked. She didn’t know what to say, nor did she know what to do. What he’d told her had sent her world off course and spiraling out of control. Her life would never be the same, and how could it without the love of her life? At this very moment, she hated herself for falling in love with someone like him, but she hated him more for making her love him.

“Vay, did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah…” she took the time to wipe the tears seeping from her eyes. “I heard what you said, but I’m not leaving you in here to rot.”

“Wrong. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” Pavielle stared her dead in the eyes. “You’re going to go on with your life and raise our son, and you’re going to tell him all about me. You’ll raise him to be a better man than me. You’ll show him that these streets are a bitch and once she takes a hold of you, it’s hard to shake her loose. You tell him how this lifestyle is addictive and you can become hooked on it, like you can any other drug. Whether it be cocaine, heroin, or whatever...the game is a drug. It provides a high and a thrill just like any other narcotic, and there ain’t no rehabilitation for the shit.”

“I’m going to do all of that, but I’m not just gonna leave you in here.” Vayda said defiantly. “You hear me, Pavy? You’re going to be outside of these walls to help me raise this beautiful baby of ours, do you understand?”

For a time Pavielle didn’t respond, but then he nodded.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“I understand.”

“Good. I’m coming back to get chu. You just be ready when I get here.” She told him. “Alright?”

“I got chu.”

Vayda placed her hand flat on the Plexiglas and said, “One life.”

From the other side of the Plexiglas, Pavielle placed his hand flat over hers and replied, “One love.”

They hung up the telephones at the exact same time. Vayda then rose to her feet and placed a loving kiss on the Plexiglas, leaving a purple imprint behind. ‘I love you’ she mouthed and then he mouthed it back. They then went their separate ways.

Pavielle walked past Gouch on his way to the door that he’d came in through. They exchanged nods and Gouch went back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah, Blood, old boy was a D.E.A agent.” Gouch shook his head. “Agent Leonard Dukes, mothafucka sunk the whole family.”

“Damn.” Killa Dre said, hating to hear that.

“Booby talking about holding the weight,” Gouch informed him. “He’s gonna try to work a deal for me to walk and him to be left holding the bag. Ain’t no way in hell I’m letting him do that. And I’m not letting him rot in this bitch, either.”

“What chu gone do, my nigga?”

“What chu think?” Gouch gave him a hard, unflinching look. Killa Dre didn’t like the look his big homie was giving him. He had a pretty good idea what he was getting at but he hoped that he was wrong.

“Alright, times up!” A C.O came to stand behind Gouch.

“I’m out this bitch, Killa,” Gouch said. “Twenty Gang…”

“…Or don’t bang.” Killa Dre finished the phrase.

They hung up the telephones and made their departure.

$$$

Banga sat behind the wheel of the Dodge...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.10.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-011985-7 / 0000119857
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-011985-8 / 9780000119858