Looking down at Reggie staring up at me had to have been the most fucked up feeling for him. This nigga has hated me every since I walked into class in the 6th grade.
I'm talking real deal did not like me. We was maybe six months into the school year before I was charging him up for the 100th time.
Reggie's problem was he didn't have an identity. He one of them niggas you get annoyed with because of it. One thing I did know was that nigga wasn't no hoe. He gone thump fasho. I don't know about him being a shooter but we gone find out.
"Bro ain't no way I come up in here and it's you two mufuckas.
Reggie still had his hands up and me and Bre done already put our guns away.
"Man get yo ass up and take this peace shooter. Nigga you gone die putting in work for the wrong niggas"
I said.
He hesitated at first.
"Boy if I wanted to kill you id popped you at Paula's In front of everybody and they momma and not gave a fuck. You almost got popped by Certa too"
He l definitely knew the name. Cause he tensed up.
"Yeah you was gone die that night. And now look at you"
"Man Reggie you down bad like that you gotta rob a dead man. I know you ain't going out like that"
"Fuck you Breanna. We don't have dirty money floating around. Rip to ya pops though"
Reggie always been like that. Gone say whatever the fuck he want andI liked it.
"Yeah aight which one sent you bitch ass nigga"
Bre said.
That shit Reggie said struck a nerve and if Bre had it in her she probably would have killed him the way she was shaking.
"Yanna chill out"
"You should kill this nigga"
Reggie wasn't expecting that. He looked up at me as I stood there laughing. Of all people to come in here looking for sumn it had to be him.
Bre was right though. Reggie not that smart to pull this off by hisself. He definitely got sent on a crash.
"Get up we not gone kill you man"
He finally stood to his feet and Bre was looking at me like I had lost my mind, but it was Reggie I mean what could he possibly do. He more mad about who he robbing than not following thru on his mission.
Some shit niggas just can't let go. So I'm gone rub it in. I'm gone use him to his own advantage.
"Reggie, dog what you doing man. Robbing the deceased"
"Nigga I'm starving. I'm homeless. Ion got shit. I'd snatch a bitch purse right now. What you think I was doing at Paula's.
"Nigga go get a job the fuck is you saying"
"Bitch I ain't no worker. I put in work. Niggas know wassup wit me"
You could smell the liquor on him as he struggled to even get words out.
"Say watch that bitch word boy. I ain't the one that let a nigga take my gun then let him hand it back to me. You lucky cause I'll smoke you nigga if you ever bring my daddy name up. You bet not even think about my nigga like that I swear I'll kill you"
Bre stormed off into the kitchen. And I just walked past Reggie shaking my head. I really was hoping it would be someone I didn't know but this was even better. I was about to twist this shit up.
Bre was rolling up and I had pulled a chair out for bro to sit.
"Man what the fuck is this?"
Reggie asked.
He was really confused.
"Nigga just sit down"
Bre said.
He sat down and you could tell he was in his head. My whole thing was Reggie wasn't no hoe. He didn't flinch when he had the strap on em. He only felt some type of way when Bre said something to him.
If I could help him with his identity this nigga could be cold.
"First things first bro. Did Stick send you here or was it cash"
He looked at me then at Bre.
"Don't look at me that's between y'all"
He was at a crossroads wit hisself. He didn't want to say shit.
"Ok well im gone kill them both anyway. I just wanted to know which one sent you on this crash so I can murk him first"
"You gone kill them niggas foreal"
"Yeah them niggas gotta go especially now. Niggas really shitting on Tron name. And I ain't going for that"
"I'll do it"
Reggie said.
There that monster I knew was deep
She wouldn't be Bre if she didn't say something.
"Nigga why you wanna kill them for now. You didn't feel like that 30 minutes ago"
"Yes I did. I was gone grab that phone. And go back and kill all they ass"
All I heard was phone.
"Wait you came in for Tron phone. Why? What them niggas want with it"
Bre asked. Reggie had her attention now.
" i don't know, it's supposed to have a code to open a safe here and some other spot. Then it's a safe at candyland but they can't get in without the phone"
This shit was getting beyond anything I had expected. These niggas really out here going against the grain in they own back yard.
Niggas didn't know loyalty and it's why they gone die not knowing.
"Well what you gone do cause you supposed to call them back.
Bre added.
"They around the corner waiting. I was supposed to look for the phone then walk back up the block once I found it"
I looked at Bre.
"It's whatever you wanna do. She said shrugging her shoulders.
"Na not here I don't need the block hot like that"
"Well we gotta do something. Even if we send him back up the street wit nothing they gone send somebody else them niggas grimey like that"
"Yea I'm not tryna deal with niggas running in here. Especially with this nigga having a key. Nigga how you get the key anyway."
I asked.
"Stick could have got it from Tron or went and made one behind his back"
"You right"
"What was the plan after you met back up wit them?"
"Cash was gone hit the second spot while Stick sit at Candyland. Meet up there once it close they was gone hit that safe"
"They can't move without that phone so we not giving it to em. If Stick gone be at candyland we need to slide up there make sure don't nothing pop off"
It was a quarter past 2 and Candyland didn't close untill 5. If anything I needed to go holla at whoever Tron went into business with.
Reggie's phone started ringing.
"It's cash"
"Answer it"
"Nigga what you in there doing making a sandwich what's up wit that Nigga phone. It's big as fuck you can't miss it"
He looked up at us and I shook my head no
"I don't see no phone I been looking this whole time. Maybe the laws got it"
"Fuck !! ok. Stick think the bitch at the club got the same phone too come on so we can run in that hoe"
~Stick
"I should have known that nigga wasn't gone find it. Fuck it tho I keep watching this bitch go in and out she gotta have the same phone or a way in that safe"
Dropping the call i continued scoping the place out. This bitch was lit but it was about to get hot.
I was standing in Trons section. Had bitches stripping. Had dollars and bottles spending a few bands to make it seem like I was turnt was working to my advantage.
"Yea bitch keep going in and out, I know you got some cash in there"
~Gianni
Bre went home to put some clothes on and I grabbed Tron phone and headed to mine to get ready.
We was stepping out.
I was dressed in all black True religion with black Prada runners. I learned how to cut my own hair when I was gone so getting freshened up wasn't shit.
Once dressed I looked myself over. I wasn't about to go conduct business looking crazy. If I was the vision then they gone see me.
The plan was to meet Bre at candyland then link with Reggie. They couldn't bust a move without the phone. And if Stick thought it was a phone or something there that can grant him access to that safe, I had to get there quick.
Candyland was packed!!
The line for each door went all the way around both sides of the building. This was my first time at a stripclub, hell at any club.
I found a spot not too far from Bre charger. I made my way twords the club weaving thru stand still traffic as they wait their turn to move.
You could hear the sounds of PDE Escobar thru the clubs speakers. It made me smile because Tron put me on that song.
~Bre
Damn this nigga fine
I thought watching Gianni walk in my direction. I was standing talking to some girls I went to school with and I caught him out the corner of my eye.
"Bitch who you eyeing like that"
That was Cyn. She was a thick ass Mexican, but only fucked with niggas. She had a kid already so she didn't pop out much.
"Y'all remember Gianni from school"
"I think so he went to jail I heard for shooting Tay"
That was Raven. She always in somebody business and think whatever she hear be true. She gone scratch though I'm talking really beat hoes up.
"He did not shoot Tay. Tay got shot. When they did that robbery"
I corrected her ass.
"Yanni"
I said. Using his nickname.
His smile was so perfect. His teeth was perfect. His dimple perfect.
"You looking like you tryna have every nigga in here at you"
"As they should the fuck"
I was in a all white Jean jacket set by DKNY. I let my hair down and it damn near touched my ass.
I had my belly out so Gianni could see his Initial. He hasn't said nothing, but I'm sure he knows it's for him.
"Hey Gianni welcome home"
Fake ass bitch, i said to myself
"Appreciate it. You ready Yanna"
I like how Gianni wasn't worried about them hoes. He was focused on trying to keep Candyland running smoothly. He said this would be a peaceful night.
"Yea. See you inside hoes"
Me and Gianni was passing both lines and I was wondering why we wasn't getting in one of them.
"Gianni what you doing"
But he didn't hear me.
"You Gianni?"
The big door man said.
"Yea Peaches expecting me"
"Gianni?"
If another motherucker say his name!!
I look and it's this pretty bitch Jewels.
"Her too"
Gianni said
He told Jewels to get out that long ass line and come in with us. I hated how he did that, had everyone looking at her like she was his bitch or that bitch.
No lie tho Jewels was fine as hell and I could tell Gianni was feeling her. He didn't even notice none of these bitches, but once he saw who was calling him I could see his body language change.
Is he nervous
How could she have him nervous already.
I was on Giannis left side and she was coming up on his right. I know I'm a top notch bitch, but I could keep it cordial I know she like Gianni and I owe her that.
"Hi Bre"
"Hey Jewels. You really look good tonight"
And she did.
She had on this this black fish net top over a red bra. Them pretty titties mixed with them tattoos had me even checking her out.
"I love Donna Karen you look great Bre"
"You not gone pat him down"
Some nigga in line said.
The bouncer and Gianni looked at dude and Gianni showed him his gun.
Shut his ass right on up.
The way he let me go in first then Jewels made me smile.
Yea bitch it's me
When we walk in there's 2 bottle girls and Peaches standing there waiting.
~Jewels
I was just minding my business when I saw Gianni. He said he wasn't gone get out, but he here with his play girlfriend.
I can't really get a read on him. I know he young. Handsome and don't seem to know what direction he going.
The way he walked up in that all black did something to me. I wasn't gone say anything, but his name just came out.
His smile was so inviting, then when he said come here it's like his voice controlled me. I swear I was running over to his ass In my head.
I didn't even mind Bre being here with him. His ass could be in a room with a million people and I'd point him out.
Gianni can't be no regular nigga. Where I'm from if you skip the line and didn't have to pay 300 you was having some type of motion.
He can't be just selling bud.
~Gianni
"Y'all follow me I already got a section reserved for you ladies and me and you can talk"
Peaches said.
I had called the club and got thru to her and she told me she had been expecting me. I thought that was weird, but she explained to me she knew about Tron and we would talk once I was there.
She led us to a huge section of the club. It had bottles already on ice and a view in which I could see out over the whole floor.
I peeped the scene before I told Bre and Jewels I'd be back. I followed Peaches up a flight of stairs into her office.
"Stretch"
Peaches said into her ear piece.
"Shoot"
"There's two young ladies in the king section could you put Rumble on them. I don't want nobody bothering them"
"Say less I'm on it"
She closed the huge curtain that looked out onto the floor.
Peaches was bad, but that was about it. I didn't too much like blond hair on black women.
She pulled her chair out and sat offering me a seat.
"Nice to finally meet you Gianni. Like I said I had been expecting you. Tron told me you'd come sooner or later. Im really sorry about what happen. When I found out he got killed I cried all night"
"What was you expecting me for?"
"Well when me and Tron met I was looking for a partner to open Candyland. He agreed , but told me he only had a few years to go and that was a few years ago. He stops in one night saying he didn't have long and for me to get our lawyer to make a new contract for me and you. So when you called I figured it had to be that time.
Damn Tron really had plans of continuing his legacy. He didn't want nothing to come to an end and it made me respect him even more.
She took the contract out her folder along with a pen and slid it over. I never liked signing shit and I definitely wasn't about to sign this contract.
"In the contract you and Tron signed it states if anything happens to you or him no flow of cash stops. Tron has 56% share in this clubs earnings correct?"
"Correct"
"Ok well once Tay come home we will be here to draw up a contract. 'Till then keep Tron at 56%"
She was just looking at me up and down. I'm far from stupid. If I sign anything going into a triple partnership me and Tay would split 50% while she pocket 50. That would have me and Tay losing and that's not what we doing.
"No disrespect to you but I don't know you. I'd never sign anything handed to me by someone I don't know. What I do know is it's some some niggas planning to get into Trons safe and they believe you have the code"
"It's no way inside it without Tron phone. I would have to have him pop it for me to add cash or important papers. I have my personal safe,but ain't shit they gone want in there"
Peaches said.
"Well I have the phone and I don't care what's in it. What I care about is keeping this shit I'm motion"
I said this would be a peaceful night. I wanted to actually enjoy myself after I decided on peace as opposed to violence. I feel like Tron worked hard to build this club up to what it is now and I be damned if i let these niggas interfere wit that.
Stick, Cash and a few other people were fake celebrating. You could tell by how slouchy they were and how none talkative they are.
They not here to see no hoes strip.
"Security pat every nigga down before he come in here"
I asked Peaches
"Yea it's policy. No weapons allowed only 2 of our body guards are concealed to carry just in case"
"Any of them niggas know Stick or Cash"
When she didn't say nothing, that's when I knew I was on point with this.
"Wait so it's Stick"
I just kept asking questions.
"That's Trons section them niggas in huh?"
She got up to view the cameras with me.
"Yeah there's two king suit sections and Tron uses that one only. I kind of figured something was up, Stick ain't never showed up that early and with this many people"
"Which one of the body guards know these niggas peaches"
"Well Trap. That's Sticks cousin I think, but I haven't seen him since he clocked in"
"Is he still clocked in"
She pulled a iPad out and was messing with it.
"Yea it shows he's on the clock. Let me radio him"
I watched the cameras as she tried to get him on the radio. I watched Stick walk out the section and head in Bre and Jewels direction
"He's not responding"
~Bre and Jewels
When Gianni left with peaches, it's like the whole club was trying to get in our section. They seen two bad bitches sitting by they self and thought they could just slide on in.
"Girl these niggas is hell"
Jewels said.
"Tell me about it. Gianni need to come on I'm tried of running these niggas off"
"I don't wanna be nosey, but what is Gianni doing? I mean he got us in this huge ass club that seems impossible to get in without waiting hours. He was greeted by the owner and now he's up in her office"
Jewels was really intrigued by Gianni and it was so cute.
"I don't even think Gianni know what he doing he know he got missions out here to complete and he needs solid people In his corner. All he has is me, his mom and brother. So let me ask you Jewels, are you solid?"
I really wanted to know because I couldn't allow no bitch to come in here thinking shit was sweet. Gianni needed nothing but the best around him.
"I mean yes I kind of feel weird talkng to you about him but I really-
Our attention shot towards the entrance to our section. A few men were trying to get in and security wasn't trying to hear it. Thats when I noticed Stick bitch ass.
He was with 3 other niggas, but none of them was Reggie. I didn't see Cash either. That made me nervous. I pulled my .380 out my all white Timberland boot.
Doe showed me how to properly place it down in there and I've been doing it with every pair of Timbs I had.
"Bre is that a gun?"
"You wanna be around Gianni in the future you better learn how to use one. Stay here"
I put the small firearm in my jacket pocket and walked over to the commotion.
"What you want Stick you not coming in my section fam you hit on god ain't shit poppin"
"Damn Bre I'm sorry I had the strap on yo lil boyfriend. I seen y'all over here and wanted to come apologize"
"Nigga fuck you and yo apology. Yall need to move around fr"
I be ready to spark a nigga man I been thru too much shit. It's shit I done did that I can't take back.
I could see Gianni casually walking towards us. I look at Stick and smile. Then nod my head to look behind him.
Gianni mugged all them niggas while walking thru em to the top of the stairs. Stick couldn't help hisself.
"Oh there he is"
"Yea nigga and the way I see it you got 1 or 2 choices"
"And what's that lil nigga. Who you supposed to be. Tron dead nigga ain't nobody -
"Nigga you can die right here, right now or you can die wit yo cousin Trap"
I said cutting him off.
He looked around hoping to spot his kinfolk. I had Stretch find him and hold him untill I figured this out.
"Oh he in my trunk right now waiting to catch a bullet if I give the word and that little plan you had dead too"
He was waving the phone around letting Stick know we was 10 steps ahead.
Stick looked at Gianni wit that how the fuck you know face.
My pussy just got wet.
He had some nigga tied up and just walked his young ass inbetween 4 niggas knowing how disrespectful that is in Texas.
That shit just turned me on
~Reggie
Watching these niggas just sit here waiting to hit a move made me mad. You niggas not real deal gangstas, you niggas don't put no real work in, you niggas not steppin like that.
Al I wanted to do was blow Cash shit in. I never liked his goofy ass anyway. He used that bitch word too much.
I was off in the cut waiting for when Gianni made his move. He didn't know what it would be but he was gone come up wit something. That nigga always been on point.
I never like him cause I wanted to be him.
He had what I wanted. He was popular, but didn't give a fuck. Had hoes and didn't pay them no mind. Had the baddest in school at him and he made her his best friend instead.
He was putting in work at 14. That's what made me hop out there. I wanted to put in some work. Now look at this nigga really making moves.
He told me he would put me in position.
He a real nigga and for that he got my loyalty.
I was peeping the scene when I noticed Cash ass was slumped over.
"Stupid ass nigga done got drunk"
Stick told them niggas don't get too drunk.
That's when my thinking skills kicked in. I could gone get Cash out the way.
I went up to stick.
"Yo ya man's back here fucked up. How he gone run point like that?"
Stick turned to see his patna drunk as hell.
"Dumb ass nigga. Yo take that nigga to my crib I don't need that sloppy shit around me right now"
Stick responded.
Say less fam.
Stick whispered something in one of the niggas ears and he went and helped Cash to his feet. We helped his ass all the way to Sticks challenger.
I hopped in the driver side ol dude got in the passenger and Cash was in the back seat.
Candyland was kind of out the way from the city. It was out in the boonies and you could get lost back there.
I couldn't wait no more.
My body was shaking, my hands sweaty. I kept looking back at Cash then to the nigga on the side of me.
He was messing with his phone and wasn't paying me no mind.
"I gotta piss real quick bro"
This nigga didn't know me. He was one of sticks patnas, so he didn't know I was on bullshit.
"Aight bet, but let's hurry up I was on one of them stripper bitches hard. And she tryna go back to the crib"
"Word? Say less"
I pulled over getting out of the road, coming to a stop in a low lit area.
I get out and run over to the side of the wood disappearing in them. Gianni had so much to say about my gun, but didn't know the trick to these high points was to hold it to the side.
I emerged from the darkness like the reaper coming to claim his souls. I moved like a panther under the dark blanket of night sky.
I stalked my prey as he swiped up on the stripper bitches pictures. He wouldn't be getting no pussy tonight though.
Pft pft fpt
3 to the chest head and neck
Sparked em
I immediately send the rest of the clip in Cash direction making sure he understood the assignment.
Death was here