me. The look in Daneâs eyes was one I had never seen before. There was not one ounce of sorrow or remorse in that kidâs eyes; instead, the piercing glare he locked in on me with was filled with so much hatred, jealousy, and vengeance it literally gave me the chills. I couldnât let my crew know that the young kid had actually scared the shit out of me.
âToss his sorry ass in the street just like that . . . butt-ass naked. Letâs see how far that nigga gets before the desperate stickup kids grab his ass and fuck him up,â I commanded, breaking eye contact with Dane.
Dane didnât cry out. He didnât beg for mercy anymore. He didnât show any emotion as Ak and Boone dragged him to the door. I had to admire the niggaâs bravado, though. As I turned away from watching them toss the kid onto the street I felt real uneasy. I had a feeling deep in my gut that it wouldnât be the last time I seen or heard from Dane. I was right.
* * *
Not even two weeks after Daneâs beatdown, Lauren and I were asleep in my mini mansion on the outskirts of the city. We were both stark naked after a night of hot and heavy fucking. Life was still good back then.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It sounded like the house was being bulldozed.
The thunderous noises had yanked me out of a deep, alcohol-induced sleep.
âOh shit! What the fuck?!â I huffed and immediately grabbed for the gun I kept at the side of my bed. The first thing that came to my mind was a stickup kid robbery. Thatâs how hood niggas rolledâmiddle of the night so they could catch a nigga sleeping. This was the best way to catch a nigga off guard. And if youâre lucky, youâd probably walk away with a big payday. Dope, money, and drugs.
âOh my God, Matt! What was that?!â Lauren screamed, her eyes round and wide. We were both dazed and confused by the loud crashing sounds coming from downstairs but I wasnât trying to let shit happen to her.
âYo! Go out on the terrace and climb down,â I whispered. âYou need to get out of here.â
âI donât want to leave you,â Lauren cried.
âGet up and fucking go!â I whispered harshly. I gripped my gun, but I still needed to put some clothes on. I could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer with each second that passed. With one hand I kept my gun trained on the door. With the other hand I reached down for my clothes that were scattered on the floor. The whole time I was thinking, I canât let niggas take me out with my dick hanging.
Before I could fully get into my boxers I heard the words that all hustlers and street niggas dread all their lives.
âPolice! Search warrant! Donât fucking move! Let me see your fucking hands!â
I gasped in a lungful of air and never let it back out. My world came crashing down around me minutes after those words sunk into my mind. The footsteps and the crashing noises never stopped after that.
Police officers and federal agents in raid gear swarmed our bedroom and our entire house within seconds. They were smashing my expensive Italian furniture with sledgehammers. They were drilling holes through the walls. Throwing our clothes and shoes out of the closets. It was massive chaos and all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open and my insides burning.
âMatthew Connors, we have a warrant for your arrest and a search and seizure warrant for the property,â a burly, white DEA agent said to me, just before he threw me down on my stomach, dropped a knee into my back, and handcuffed me like an animal. I donât think I had ever seen that many law enforcement motherfuckas in my entire life. You wouldâve thought they had come to pick up a serial killer or some terrorist.
I could hear Lauren crying and saying something but I knew she wasnât snitching or telling those pigs anything. Lauren knew the drill. We had been over this shit many times. I
âToss his sorry ass in the street just like that . . . butt-ass naked. Letâs see how far that nigga gets before the desperate stickup kids grab his ass and fuck him up,â I commanded, breaking eye contact with Dane.
Dane didnât cry out. He didnât beg for mercy anymore. He didnât show any emotion as Ak and Boone dragged him to the door. I had to admire the niggaâs bravado, though. As I turned away from watching them toss the kid onto the street I felt real uneasy. I had a feeling deep in my gut that it wouldnât be the last time I seen or heard from Dane. I was right.
* * *
Not even two weeks after Daneâs beatdown, Lauren and I were asleep in my mini mansion on the outskirts of the city. We were both stark naked after a night of hot and heavy fucking. Life was still good back then.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It sounded like the house was being bulldozed.
The thunderous noises had yanked me out of a deep, alcohol-induced sleep.
âOh shit! What the fuck?!â I huffed and immediately grabbed for the gun I kept at the side of my bed. The first thing that came to my mind was a stickup kid robbery. Thatâs how hood niggas rolledâmiddle of the night so they could catch a nigga sleeping. This was the best way to catch a nigga off guard. And if youâre lucky, youâd probably walk away with a big payday. Dope, money, and drugs.
âOh my God, Matt! What was that?!â Lauren screamed, her eyes round and wide. We were both dazed and confused by the loud crashing sounds coming from downstairs but I wasnât trying to let shit happen to her.
âYo! Go out on the terrace and climb down,â I whispered. âYou need to get out of here.â
âI donât want to leave you,â Lauren cried.
âGet up and fucking go!â I whispered harshly. I gripped my gun, but I still needed to put some clothes on. I could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer with each second that passed. With one hand I kept my gun trained on the door. With the other hand I reached down for my clothes that were scattered on the floor. The whole time I was thinking, I canât let niggas take me out with my dick hanging.
Before I could fully get into my boxers I heard the words that all hustlers and street niggas dread all their lives.
âPolice! Search warrant! Donât fucking move! Let me see your fucking hands!â
I gasped in a lungful of air and never let it back out. My world came crashing down around me minutes after those words sunk into my mind. The footsteps and the crashing noises never stopped after that.
Police officers and federal agents in raid gear swarmed our bedroom and our entire house within seconds. They were smashing my expensive Italian furniture with sledgehammers. They were drilling holes through the walls. Throwing our clothes and shoes out of the closets. It was massive chaos and all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open and my insides burning.
âMatthew Connors, we have a warrant for your arrest and a search and seizure warrant for the property,â a burly, white DEA agent said to me, just before he threw me down on my stomach, dropped a knee into my back, and handcuffed me like an animal. I donât think I had ever seen that many law enforcement motherfuckas in my entire life. You wouldâve thought they had come to pick up a serial killer or some terrorist.
I could hear Lauren crying and saying something but I knew she wasnât snitching or telling those pigs anything. Lauren knew the drill. We had been over this shit many times. I
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