left and right of him. He knew that death could very well be his final fate. Especially, since he noticed neither of the two men wore masks.
At first Greg Livingston, known as Gee-Live to everyone in the street, couldnât make out the images of the two faces that stood before him. He was still somewhat distorted from the blow he had taken to the back of the head. The last thing he remembered was coming out of building 540 where he could often be found around his housing projects. He was heading toward the back where he had parked his Suburban. His intentions were to head out to New York for the day. The twenty stacks that lined his pockets was strictly for shopping, balling out in one of the cityâs known strip clubs and whatever else the night had instore for him. He had packed an overnight bag and had no intentions on returning back to New Jersey that night. But his plans were changed, rather interrupted when he grabbed the driverâs door handle after hitting the alarm and power locks on his key chain.
From there, everything else was a blur. Gee-Live had blacked out. Judging by the throbbing pain on the left side of his head and the two gun men who stood over him, it was self-explanatory what had taken place.
Gee-Live could feel himself choking on his own blood. He made a second attempt to try to sit up by using what little strength he possessed as he tried to collect both his vision and thoughts, only to be knocked back down by the foot of one of his assailants.
âNigga, donât make me blow your fuckinâ face off. I told you before to lay your bitch ass down!â spat Jeff.
Ever since they had gotten the word that Gee-Live from the projects was who they were looking for, Jeff had been itching to slump the kid he hated with a passion. It took a whole lot of reasoning and sternness for Mike B to prevent him from killing Gee-Live when they first rolled down on him. Jeff was assured that he would get his wish when the time was right. Mike B knew how much Jeff disliked Gee-Live. The animosity and tension between the two stemmed back to their childhood before Mike B and Jeff were even a team. Jeff was originally from the New Projects, the same projects as Gee-Live. They had practically grown up together. From what Jeff had told Mike B, for as long as he could remember, Gee-Live was very competitive in any and everything he got involved in. Whether in school or in the neighborhood, from sports to girls. Jeff was the total opposite. He was more of a get by type of dude, like an average Joe, but he didnât mind how Gee-Live was because that was his boy, his friend and ace-boon-coon, up until the time they both decided to experiment in the drug game, for similar but different reasons. Gee-Liveâs was because his mother couldnât afford to keep buying him all the latest fashion which he had become accustomed to. Jeffâs reason was because his mother simply couldnât afford to buy him anything, at all. So, they decided to get down together. To get on, they stole a couple stashes from some of the careless hustlers around their projects, who made the mistake of stashing the packages and taking their eyes off of them one minute too long. Thatâs when the problems started to occur. Initially, the two of them had jumped into the game head first as partners, fifty/fifty. But as time progressed and money started rolling in, Gee-Live, being the competitive individual that he was, sometimes spent more than his share of their weekly take. That bothered Jeff. He confronted Gee-Live about his spending habits. Gee-Live assured him that heâd slow down and make it up to him. Jeff was cool with it and everything was back to business as usual. That is, until the next problem arose. Because Gee-Live liked to dress and party so much, Jeff felt it necessary to at least step his wardrobe up and start hitting the scene with him being as though they were a team. But unbeknownst to him, everyone was
At first Greg Livingston, known as Gee-Live to everyone in the street, couldnât make out the images of the two faces that stood before him. He was still somewhat distorted from the blow he had taken to the back of the head. The last thing he remembered was coming out of building 540 where he could often be found around his housing projects. He was heading toward the back where he had parked his Suburban. His intentions were to head out to New York for the day. The twenty stacks that lined his pockets was strictly for shopping, balling out in one of the cityâs known strip clubs and whatever else the night had instore for him. He had packed an overnight bag and had no intentions on returning back to New Jersey that night. But his plans were changed, rather interrupted when he grabbed the driverâs door handle after hitting the alarm and power locks on his key chain.
From there, everything else was a blur. Gee-Live had blacked out. Judging by the throbbing pain on the left side of his head and the two gun men who stood over him, it was self-explanatory what had taken place.
Gee-Live could feel himself choking on his own blood. He made a second attempt to try to sit up by using what little strength he possessed as he tried to collect both his vision and thoughts, only to be knocked back down by the foot of one of his assailants.
âNigga, donât make me blow your fuckinâ face off. I told you before to lay your bitch ass down!â spat Jeff.
Ever since they had gotten the word that Gee-Live from the projects was who they were looking for, Jeff had been itching to slump the kid he hated with a passion. It took a whole lot of reasoning and sternness for Mike B to prevent him from killing Gee-Live when they first rolled down on him. Jeff was assured that he would get his wish when the time was right. Mike B knew how much Jeff disliked Gee-Live. The animosity and tension between the two stemmed back to their childhood before Mike B and Jeff were even a team. Jeff was originally from the New Projects, the same projects as Gee-Live. They had practically grown up together. From what Jeff had told Mike B, for as long as he could remember, Gee-Live was very competitive in any and everything he got involved in. Whether in school or in the neighborhood, from sports to girls. Jeff was the total opposite. He was more of a get by type of dude, like an average Joe, but he didnât mind how Gee-Live was because that was his boy, his friend and ace-boon-coon, up until the time they both decided to experiment in the drug game, for similar but different reasons. Gee-Liveâs was because his mother couldnât afford to keep buying him all the latest fashion which he had become accustomed to. Jeffâs reason was because his mother simply couldnât afford to buy him anything, at all. So, they decided to get down together. To get on, they stole a couple stashes from some of the careless hustlers around their projects, who made the mistake of stashing the packages and taking their eyes off of them one minute too long. Thatâs when the problems started to occur. Initially, the two of them had jumped into the game head first as partners, fifty/fifty. But as time progressed and money started rolling in, Gee-Live, being the competitive individual that he was, sometimes spent more than his share of their weekly take. That bothered Jeff. He confronted Gee-Live about his spending habits. Gee-Live assured him that heâd slow down and make it up to him. Jeff was cool with it and everything was back to business as usual. That is, until the next problem arose. Because Gee-Live liked to dress and party so much, Jeff felt it necessary to at least step his wardrobe up and start hitting the scene with him being as though they were a team. But unbeknownst to him, everyone was
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