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  “Ra, I understand where you’re coming from. Trust me, I want to see him suffer for what he did to the Cap but…” Larry began, but Razon interrupted him.

  “I want him DEAD!” Razon yelled. “Fuck that bring him in so he can get locked up shit! I want him dead and I want to see him die! I want 10th Mob shut down for good, to the point where the rest of them will be scared to take his place!” Razon released Lisa’s hand and stood firmly in front of Larry with the look of death in his eyes. “They’ve been running loose in the city causing all types of chaos and destruction. Now I want them to know they messed with the wrong mutha fucker!”

  “We don’t work like that Ra, we don’t do that. We took an oath to uphold the law. We have to take him in and let the justice system work.”

  “Fuck the justice system! You can take my fuckin badge and gun right now, but none of them are gonna think they can get away by using this fucked up justice system!” Razon shouted. Abruptly, a nurse ran into Lisa’s room after hearing all of the commotion.

  “I’m sorry, but you guys need to leave. Captain Coleman needs her rest.” She informed them, looking at both the men who were staring at one another. They didn’t make a move, so she decided to speak again, this time with more authority. “Officers, you need to leave…now!” Razon broke his stare from Larry’s eyes then aggressively headed for the door with Larry not far behind.

  Once in the hallway, Razon headed for the exit as Larry chased behind him. Other officers watched; they had heard the conversation between the two of them from the door. Everyone knew how Razon felt about Captain Coleman, so they couldn’t blame him for what he said. In fact, they practically agreed with him. Others agreed with Larry–to bring Smoove in and make him suffer in jail for everything 10th Mob had put the city through. Razon could hear Larry calling out to him. However, he had a plan in his mind and no one was going to stop him from executing it.

  Chapter 3

  Lance decided to wait until the next night to leave Dink’s house and Destiny’s bed. He wanted to make sure he spent enough time with Destiny. It was his goal to make her his ace in the hole as well as gather all the information that Dink and Smoove didn’t want him to know. He sexed her hardcore, pushing her body to the max just the way she wanted Smoove to do it. She had been in love with Smoove for so long she didn’t even realize Lance was there. Destiny watched Lance’s every move, from the shower to the bedroom. She paid attention to how his body moved when he did the smallest things, like the flow of his body movements when he was deep inside her. Destiny wondered why she never noticed him before. From this point on, one thing was for sure, she would notice him from here on out. She gave him her soul and would do anything he asked of her.

  Before Lance crept into the cool, late night air like a cat burglar, he kissed Destiny deeply then told her he would be back soon and not to tell anyone that she had seen him. He told her to stay loyal to him and her faithfulness would be returned. She gleamed with joy; all she wanted was to be loved, especially from one of the finest leaders of 10th Mob. She vowed to him that she would do anything for him, no questions asked. For now, all he needed her to do was to keep her mouth closed. Destiny knew this was a test of her devotion to Lance, so she made sure it would be a test she would pass.

  Lance made it all the way to one of 10th Mob’s spots–an apartment close to the suburban side of town. He’d heard it was where Smoove had been hiding. As long as they remained quiet and didn’t draw any attention, no one would ever notice that their neighbor was a drug dealing gang member. Lance knocked on the door, knowing if no one else was there Smoove would be. His special knock echoed on the thick, wooden door. Before he got a chance to knock again, the door swung open. Smoove hurriedly grabbed Lance and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him quickly. With both hands, Smoove held onto him by the collar and slammed Lance’s body against the wall.

  “Wea da fuk you been nigga?” Smoove growled in Lance’s face. His eyes were red with fire from weed smoke. He wanted answers and didn’t have time for Lance to run games on him. Smoove’s knuckles were pushing hard on Lance’s windpipe, making it difficult to talk, but Lance found a way.

  “Get da fuk off me nigga.” Lance ordered through his gritted teeth; he didn’t like anyone in his personal space, it was too close. Furthermore, to Lance it was disrespectful. At that moment, Lance knew he would have to get Smoove off of him before he threw his famous “one-hitter-quitter,” which was a punch that normally knocked people out on contact. In many fights, Lance watched Smoove hit someone with one punch, dropping them to the ground fast, like a sack of hot potatoes. Grabbing Smoove by the shirt and with all his strength, Lance slammed him into the wall on the other side of the doorway. Lance hoped he had an advantage because he knew Smoove was not at his best when he was high, maybe when he was drunk but not when he was high on marijuana.

  Lance believed he could easily defeat Smoove. However, that was not the reason he was there. He needed answers that only Smoove could provide. Smoove had to know if Lance killed the girl from the squad, because if he had, he would pay with his life. Smoove let Lance go and pushed him back out of his face. Smoove walked into the living room as Lance followed. They both had a lot they needed to discuss.

  “Yo, where the fuck were you?” Smoove asked as soon as he sat on the plush, cream chair. “We went in on dat nigga Parker and yo ass was missing. Oh, I guess you couldn’t be there because you killing 10th Mob bitches, huh?” Smoove asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. All he needed to do was prove that Lance was making irrational and deadly decisions that affected 10th Mob. Then, maybe, Smoove would be able to have the control he needed over 10th Mob. Smoove loved Lance like a brother, but business was business. He couldn’t make the moves he wanted to make having Lance look over his shoulder, challenging his every decision. He had to find a reason to turn 10th Mob against Lance.

  “You left me no choice. It was either take her out or she would go tell dem boys all dat she heard and saw in da squad. We put her out and she be sitting by da door, trynna get a earful of what we talkin’ ‘bout. You want dat nigga Parker gettin' back to us, catchin’ us off-guard and takin’ us out?”

  Lance explained to Smoove about the day he went to Dink’s apartment and put everyone out to talk business. When he left, he ran into Shelly, a girl that considered herself to be a member of 10th Mob, but she was never welcomed into the family.

  She and Lance got into a heated argument. She said if she didn’t get her way, she would make sure it was a problem for 10th Mob to continue to run their operation without interruption.

  Since Razon Parker was the one they were after, she would make sure he had all the information he needed to take them out. Therefore, Lance caught her in an alleyway while she was on her way home and beat her until her body was broken and on the ground lifeless. His plan was to go back to Dink’s, talk to him about what happened, and see if he could make her body disappear, but when he got there, the only person he saw was Destiny. Instantly, he began creating his other plan. He didn’t tell Smoove that he went back to Dink’s apartment and sexed his sister, Destiny, and made sure that she would tell him everything she saw or heard when Dink and Smoove had their private meetings. “I made sure that I handled Mob business while you were out there scratching your balls.” Lance finished as he balled his face up and looked at Smoove.

  “Scratching my balls!? Nigga, I was out there handling Mob business!” Smoove yelled as Lance looked unaffected by Smoove yelling in his face. “I made sure that cop knew that 10th Mob was not to be fucked with. That female cop is out of commission now. She was the head bitch, the boss. They were at that diner eating and shit, but now her shit all fucked up. But don’t worry; we got some plans for that nigga.” Smoove stated with a proud smile about what he had done.

  “You blasted dat nigga in broad daylight?” Lance sighed deeply. He couldn’t believe Smoove was allowing his emotions to get the best of him to the point he would be so stupid.

 
“Damn right! I wanted to make sure he felt the power of 10th Mob.”

  “You did all dat hot shit? We trynna get our lil nigga out; you remember Tae right? The lil nigga that was down for whatever you said. He’s locked up for doing shit you told him to do and he ain’t out yet. You’re supposed to take care of him, but he’s been in lockup for months holding 10th Mob down.” Lance watched the cold expression on Smoove’s face as he talked about Tae. It was clear that Smoove didn’t care what happened to Tae, as long as he was out of the spotlight.

  “Now dem boys know 10th Mob is making some noise!”

  Cool, but dis is the wrong time and you went about dis shit fucked up!” Lance yelled back, trying to make Smoove understand that every impulsive move he made affected the entire group. Now they would have to look out for a cop with revenge on his mind.

  “Yo, you need to stop being a bitch about this shit. I made a decision, I put the plan in action and I made sure it was done.” Smoove stood up in front of Lance, pointing at his poked out chest.

  “You doing dis shit on yo own was reckless as fuck. Now da police is gonna target us, looking into where we got trap houses and putting together da crew that we got on da street. You put mo heat on us, when we coulda took dat nigga down quietly. Now you got a fuckin spotlight on all of us. And you didn’t even take da nigga out. You fuckin slippin my dude. We run 10th Mob, not just you. You shoulda waited for me.” Lance stood up and got in Smoove’s face.

  “Waited on you for what? I made a move. I did that shit. Da fuck I need to wait for you for. I been running this shit. Maybe it’s time for da Mob to have just one leader, a true leader, not just some wannabe holding onto my coattail.” Smoove snapped as he moved closer to Lance’s face. At this point, they were so close they were breathing each other’s breath. Suddenly, Smoove’s phone started buzzing. He removed his cell phone from his pocked and looked at the caller ID, but didn’t answer it in front of Lance.

  “After I’m done handling this shit, one of us is gonna be out the Mob for life.” He threatened as he turned to the kitchen to handle his phone call.

  “True indeed.” Lance replied as he walked out of the house. He was also putting together a plan to knock Smoove off his high horse. It was time to get some answers as well as get things going back in the right direction.

  Chapter 4

  The atmosphere was already thick in the Dawkins Correctional Facility dining hall, so there was nothing Jamonte ‘Tae’ Carter could do but walk in. He grabbed the thick, green, sectional lunch tray and kept a constant and steady pace with the inmate in front of him. He could feel the eyes watching him, burning through his back. Tae realized no one liked him because he represented 10th Mob who was already taking over and pushing their product on most of the corners in the city. The only thing that made him feel a little better was officers with guns, ready to fire rubber bullets if anything broke off. Even so, he was aware that he still needed to watch his back, especially being the only 10th Mob member there.

  Tae continued down the row as the food workers plopped tasteless slop onto his tray. He didn’t really want to eat it, especially from the way it looked, but what choice did he have. Before he got to the end of the line, he looked over his shoulder to see where he could sit and who was still eyeballing him. He couldn’t just sit anywhere; he recognized that wherever he sat he would face some type of conflict. Therefore, he grabbed his tray and sat in the first empty spot he saw. Because the wrong look could cause some serious problems for him, he didn’t look up or make eye contact with anyone, not even the people at the table. He sensed he was being watched by everyone, but decided to play it cool and eat his food. If someone stepped to him, he knew how to handle his business.

  As he scooped a spoonful of the mystery meat in his mouth, he followed it with a piece of dry bread to get the taste out of his mouth just as someone came and sat in front of him. Still not looking up, Tae continued to eat his bread. Using your eyes could be a serious issue in Dawkins. If you looked at someone too long, they assumed you had a problem with them. Then again, if they came to you and you didn’t acknowledge them by looking into their eyes, it was considered a form of disrespect. Either way, Tae would have a problem.

  “Nigga, I know you see me sittin’ here, right?” Black, one of the members of the Riders asked. The Southside Riders ran product two blocks over from where 10th Mob normally set up shop. Lance and Smoove had so many issues with everyone from the Riders, they declared open season on them.

  To 10th Mob, open season was like hunting, if a member of 10th Mob saw anyone from the Riders in the wrong place, they had permission to open fire with no questions asked. Riders were known for trying to takeover territory that didn’t belong to them. That was a problem for 10th Mob since they had most of the territory in the city.

  “And?” Tae responded still not looking up at him. Black could feel himself getting angry as a result of the disrespect Tae was showing him. It made it even worst because Black didn’t want to attract the attention of the guards. For that reason, he was attempting not to display aggression, but Tae was making it hard for him to keep his composure.

  “You one of them niggas from da Mob, huh?” Black grinned sarcastically.

  “And?” Tae, still not looking at him, continued to eat his food. Recognizing he was outnumbered, he was not gonna look weak in any situation. He knew Riders were sneaky and would probably try to catch him in a dark corner and fuck him up. Either way, he was not going to back down.

  “Yo, you a smart ass lil nigga.” Black continued to stare at Tae with dark eyes. “Don’t worry, we gonna see you soon.” Then Black got up and walked away from the table, back to the other side of the room where the rest of the Riders were sitting. Tae kept his head down, but glanced up to see Black whisper in the ear of another Rider. Tae didn’t recognize him, but he figured he must have been the top Rider in Dawkins. Normally, anyone in the organization had to get authorization from top niggas to make moves on someone they had beef with, so he speculated that Black was probably getting permission to put a hit out on him. Tae watched him nod his head and Black smile. All of which indicated to Tae that Black had received the go ahead he needed to make an example of Tae by either beating him down or killing him. Either way, Tae needed to watch his back even more now.

  Tae continued to eat his food until he could no longer stomach the taste. He was about to get up and dump his tray in the trash when he heard a song by Lil Wayne being sung by the Riders from the other side of the room.

  “Look at you, now look at us. All my niggas look rich as fuck.”

  Even though they didn’t know what the beef was about, the room erupted, singing the song along with the Riders. Most of them sung just because they liked the song, but Tae knew they weren’t singing that particular song just to be singing it, there was a message for him in the lyrics. The Riders were letting Tae know they knew who he was and if he didn’t know them, he was going to learn. There were approximately thirty of them, all wanting him to know there was nowhere he could hide that they wouldn’t find him.

  Instantly, Tae got upset, not because they were taunting him, but because he hadn’t heard anything from 10th Mob since he’d been locked down. He had no backup and was on everyone’s shit list because of his affiliation with 10th Mob. The dining room began to get a little loud, so the officers cocked their guns to let the inmates know they were ready for any confrontations. Tae got up, dumped his tray, looked back at Black to let him know it was on, and exited the dining hall. Tae made the decision that if anyone stepped to him, he would handle them for the Mob, but once he was out of Dawkins, he would only be representing himself.

  Chapter 5

  The summer usually wasn’t as hot, but today seemed like hell was rising underneath his feet. The bright sun was the first thing to greet him, as he rolled over and flung the thin sheet over his head, trying to block the light. It didn’t work. He let out a long, aggravated huff then flipped the covers back so he could wake up. He loo
ked around the large room with all the beds covered with other small children still sleeping comfortably. Instantly, he began to envy them. Even at an early age, he was an early riser, preparing to make his plans for the day.

  The St. Mark Home was a Christian-based orphanage that housed the city’s unwanted children. Sometimes, orphaned children were placed in good facilities. However, the children at St. Mark’s had been rejected by their foster families and abused so much over the years they were considered to be the forgotten children. The staff of St. Mark’s had too many problems out of the children there, so much so they had given up on them. Ranging from ages three to fifteen, all the children had been abused in some way. Most of the time, they acted out their anger in the most violent manner, either physically, mentally, or sexually. Regrettably, no one ever talked about it; therefore, the abuse continued.

  He jumped up out of his bed, making his way to the bathroom like he usually did, through the long trail of beds. Without notice, he fell to the floor. He had been tripped by a boy he thought was asleep, but had woken up just in time. Ryan was a thick, tall, white boy with thick, massively curly hair that reminded him of a shaggy dog. He couldn’t stand Ryan. Whenever one of the younger, smaller kids came in, Ryan was the first to bully them around. It was even rumored that Ryan had sexually assaulted one of the nuns in a St Mark’s bathroom.

  “Wea ya goin’, Jamal?” Ryan snickered. He was always messing with him. Every morning, it was the same routine. He didn’t wonder if Ryan would pick with him; the question was when was Ryan going to attack.