about Trion and the family. Niggas say dawg kept his mouth closed when the cops hit, but our guy in uniform said that fat ass nigga just walked out of the precinct on an O.R bond... The thing is that, I know we just sent ten blocks to his spot yesterday...”
After hearing what Smoke had to say, Carlos knew two things for sure. One, detective Lawson was going to be a problem; and two, Fat Freddy was working... Although Freddy was a longtime associate of the family and made work disappear like a magician, Carlos knew that an executive decision had to be made. Speaking in code Carlos gave the instructions that his cousin was waiting for.
“Okay dawg, grab a few Brooms out of the closet for the maids, and tell them that I want the house spotless. ...”
Although Smoke had guys in position to clean up the mess, his loyalty to Trion and the family wouldn't let them. Pulling out a duffle bag loaded with a small arsenal, he opened it and pulled out two silencers to attach to his Desert Eagles. This message was more than just business, Smoke wanted to make a statement in the streets. The price of disloyalty was death period....
Pulling up into the projects in a primed down smoke grey box Chevy, Smoke sat behind the dark tinted windows watching the streets for any sign of Fat Freddy. Seeing a junkie staggering out of the alley dressed in tatters clothes, Smoke flashed his lights signaling her to come talk to him. Letting down his window, he took a closer look at her. After a second, he was able to place her face. The junkie’s name was Vanessa Grey. Vanessa was one of Smoke’s old high school flames. At one time she was a beautiful and ambitious girl, until one day her mother was brutally raped and murdered by another junky while nodding off from a hit at a dope house. Vanessa was now the same junkie her mother used to be, and she was headed down the same road.
Recognizing Smokes face, Vanessa instantly looked down at her worn and tattered clothes and shoes before looking back up and becoming extra animated in order to cover up her inadequacy.
“Smoke! Hey Baby, long time no see. What brings you over this way?”
Not wanting any extra eye witnesses to their exchange, Smoke unlocked his passenger door.
“Get in, I need to talk to you really quick. ...”
Excited by the opportunity to try to dig into Smoke’s pockets, Vanessa jumped into the passenger seat.
Pulling off from the curb, Smoke rolled his window back up before turning into the alley that Vanessa had just walked out of moments ago. Thinking that pulling into the alley was a sign that he wanted to get his freak on for old times’ sake, Vanessa reached over into his lap and begin to massage his manhood through the fiber the black cargo pants. Grabbing her wrist, Smoke looked into her eyes with a twinge of regret as he noticed her battered broken down features.
“Look, I didn't come here for all that Vanessa, I just need some information. I heard that Fat Freddy is out here in these project somewhere. Have you seen him?”
Embarrassed by Smokes rejection, she caught an attitude. Smacking her lips, her words came out dripping venom.
“Fuck you dawg ass nigga! Your punk ass started getting a little money, now you're too good for a bitch huh?! fuck you Smoke, I aint telling you shit ...”
Before she could get another word out, Smoke grabbed her by her throat and viciously slapped her with his Desert Eagle before shoving the silenced barrel into her mouth. Speaking in a slow drawl, he struggled to compose himself.
“Listen bitch, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you've got two seconds to tell me what I want to know before I blow your motherfucken brains out of your junkie ass head...”
Knowing that Smoke was a certified killer was more than enough to loosen her lips.
“Okay... Okay... Okay... Please don't kill me baby... Fat Freddy got a baby by my friend Asia. I just saw him a few minutes ago. He's over on
After hearing what Smoke had to say, Carlos knew two things for sure. One, detective Lawson was going to be a problem; and two, Fat Freddy was working... Although Freddy was a longtime associate of the family and made work disappear like a magician, Carlos knew that an executive decision had to be made. Speaking in code Carlos gave the instructions that his cousin was waiting for.
“Okay dawg, grab a few Brooms out of the closet for the maids, and tell them that I want the house spotless. ...”
Although Smoke had guys in position to clean up the mess, his loyalty to Trion and the family wouldn't let them. Pulling out a duffle bag loaded with a small arsenal, he opened it and pulled out two silencers to attach to his Desert Eagles. This message was more than just business, Smoke wanted to make a statement in the streets. The price of disloyalty was death period....
Pulling up into the projects in a primed down smoke grey box Chevy, Smoke sat behind the dark tinted windows watching the streets for any sign of Fat Freddy. Seeing a junkie staggering out of the alley dressed in tatters clothes, Smoke flashed his lights signaling her to come talk to him. Letting down his window, he took a closer look at her. After a second, he was able to place her face. The junkie’s name was Vanessa Grey. Vanessa was one of Smoke’s old high school flames. At one time she was a beautiful and ambitious girl, until one day her mother was brutally raped and murdered by another junky while nodding off from a hit at a dope house. Vanessa was now the same junkie her mother used to be, and she was headed down the same road.
Recognizing Smokes face, Vanessa instantly looked down at her worn and tattered clothes and shoes before looking back up and becoming extra animated in order to cover up her inadequacy.
“Smoke! Hey Baby, long time no see. What brings you over this way?”
Not wanting any extra eye witnesses to their exchange, Smoke unlocked his passenger door.
“Get in, I need to talk to you really quick. ...”
Excited by the opportunity to try to dig into Smoke’s pockets, Vanessa jumped into the passenger seat.
Pulling off from the curb, Smoke rolled his window back up before turning into the alley that Vanessa had just walked out of moments ago. Thinking that pulling into the alley was a sign that he wanted to get his freak on for old times’ sake, Vanessa reached over into his lap and begin to massage his manhood through the fiber the black cargo pants. Grabbing her wrist, Smoke looked into her eyes with a twinge of regret as he noticed her battered broken down features.
“Look, I didn't come here for all that Vanessa, I just need some information. I heard that Fat Freddy is out here in these project somewhere. Have you seen him?”
Embarrassed by Smokes rejection, she caught an attitude. Smacking her lips, her words came out dripping venom.
“Fuck you dawg ass nigga! Your punk ass started getting a little money, now you're too good for a bitch huh?! fuck you Smoke, I aint telling you shit ...”
Before she could get another word out, Smoke grabbed her by her throat and viciously slapped her with his Desert Eagle before shoving the silenced barrel into her mouth. Speaking in a slow drawl, he struggled to compose himself.
“Listen bitch, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you've got two seconds to tell me what I want to know before I blow your motherfucken brains out of your junkie ass head...”
Knowing that Smoke was a certified killer was more than enough to loosen her lips.
“Okay... Okay... Okay... Please don't kill me baby... Fat Freddy got a baby by my friend Asia. I just saw him a few minutes ago. He's over on
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