The Day the Streets Stood Still by JaQuavis Coleman Page A

shit,” Beans growled, looking around at his cronies for agreement.
    Beans was young and fearless and although Sean was only two years older than Beans, Sean saw himself in Beans a lot of the times.
    All of Sean’s other crewmembers mumbled their agreement as well. Sean didn’t say a word; instead, he inhaled the long toke he’d take from his cigar. He was not fazed by the pure, unadulterated violence taking place a few feet in front of him. Sean was into sending messages by any means necessary.
    â€œYou think you deserve another m’fuckin’ chance to do the same thing again?” Beans asked through his teeth as he grabbed the fat dude’s face roughly so he could look the dude in his eyes. “Kings behead traitors who commit treason, nigga, so I guess you know your fate,” Beans gritted, releasing the slobbering dude with a shove. Beans had something to prove to Sean if he wanted to move even closer to his boss, so this was the perfect opportunity.
    â€œPlease, King Sean! Please! I’m sorry,” the fat dude cried looking over at Sean as he cried for mercy. Sean didn’t even flinch, blink, or say a word. He seemed bored with the crying and begging show the traitor was putting on.
    â€œWe heard you been making side deals with somebody else who is stepping on our territory. We also heard you gave them permission to step on that territory at that . . .” Beans hissed, while Freddie and Ak, two of Sean’s other crew members, pulled Boogie’s arms so far behind him his shoulders bulged and popped.
    â€œAgghh . . . nah, man!” Boogie cried out. “I would do that, man! I wouldn’t do that!
    Beans let out a long breath, his face turned up as he circled like a hawk. He knew Boogie was lying and it was making the heat of anger rise into his chest. Beans signaled for Bo, one of Sean’s younger flunkies to bring him a machine that was sitting in the corner. The young kid jumped into action and retrieved a handheld machine with a round sandpaper wheel on the front of it. Boogie’s already bulging eyes grew even wider when he noticed that his tormentor had a car sandblaster that was used to take paint off of cars in his hand and heading straight for him.
    â€œPlease! Please!” Boogie screeched as urine splashed from his bladder and his knees began knocking together. It was too late for all of that; Beans snatched the tool from the young kid.
    â€œNow you gon’ tell the truth?” Beans snarled as he drove the sandblaster right into Boogie’s chest immediately stripping away a few layers of his skin. “Agggghh!” Boogie screamed so hard and loud that eventually his mouth just hung open until he couldn’t produce any more sound. His body jerked violently from the pain and shock starting to take over his senses.
    â€œNow, we gon’ ask you again. Who the fuck you working with on our blocks?” Beans asked, the bloodied machine out in front of him menacingly. The heavy scent of his victim’s seared flesh and freshly drawn blood was fueling Beans’s crazy psyche.
    Sean had enlisted him as his closest associate because of Beans’s penchant for violence and this was just a prime example of what the kid was capable of.
    â€œâ€™Cause you ain’t smart enough to be doing it on your own nigga!”
    Boogie hung his head and slobber dribbled from his mouth. Ty, another one of Sean’s men, rushed over and roughly lifted Boogie’s downturned head. Just for the hell of it, Ty drove his fist across Boogie’s already broken and severely swollen face.
    â€œWho is it, m’fucker? Who dares to fuck with King Sean? Huh? Huh?” Ty barked. He really just wanted in on the action. He was another loose cannon that Sean was happy to have on his team. Ty was older than Sean, but never dared to show anything but respect for his younger boss.
    â€œB . . . B . . .” Boogie muttered through his