10 Crack Commandments by Erica Hilton

Author:Erica Hilton [Hilton, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African Americans, Urban Life, Fiction, General, Urban Fiction, Street Life, Drug Dealers, Action & Adventure, Inner Cities, Crack (Drug), Cocaine Abuse, Suspense Fiction
ISBN: 9781934157213
Google: HWNOPAAACAAJ
Amazon: 193415721X
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 2009-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

6

“That God damn credit, dead it. You think a crackhead payin’ you back, shit forget it!”

—“Ten Crack Commandments,” Notorious B.I.G.

1989

“Listen, kill all that noise. I ain’t tryna hear that shit. Pay me my money!” the dealer told the crackhead.

“I’ma have your money on Friday. I get paid on Friday. I told you that,” the crackhead responded.

“How the fuck you gonna ask me for more credit and you already owe me?”

“I swear I got you on Friday. Don’t I always come to you straight?”

“Yeah, you do, but you two hundred dollars deep, and I can’t give you no more credit. Pay me whatchu’ owe!” the dealer shouted.

This was the conversation Lil Nut heard as he walked to the store. Lil Nut had that Brooklyn swagger in full effect. He was on his way to the store to get something to eat. He glided past the two arguing men with a touch of gangsta in his walk.

It had been a year since Fatman got locked up, and two years since he’d killed Fuquan. To this day no on knew who killed Fuquan and Red. Now his crew was down to two. He missed his friends, but his business had taken him to a new level in the crack game. He and Butter had recruited runners to work for them after their near jail experience.

It was a cold winter that year, but it didn’t stop the fiends and the crackheads from plowing through the snow chasing that next hit. Lil Nut was rocking a brand new Triple F.A.T. Goose coat and a pair of Forty-Below boots. He had the legs of his jeans crunched down on top of the boots. No Brooklyn cat would ever be caught dead with the legs of his jeans stuffed inside his boots. Lil Nut looked like new money.

“What’s up, Nut?” one of the boys standing around the store asked him.

“What up?” Lil Nut said as he stepped into the store.

As soon as he completed his purchase and stepped out of the store, shots were fired. He looked in the direction of the gunfire and saw the dealer who had been arguing with the crackhead earlier pumping bullets into the man’s face. The man slid down the wall after the first shot, but the dealer wasn’t satisfied. He began to pump bullet after bullet into the man’s face. The man’s head hit the brick wall every time a bullet entered him. The shells from the 9 mm gun discharged and fell to the ground. When the clip was empty the dealer took off, quickly running away from the scene.

While others on the street came to investigate the killing, Lil Nut shook his head and walked off in the opposite direction. He wouldn’t have used that type of a gun, because it left shells for the police to gather as evidence.

The hulk was out, so that meant it was cold as hell and Lil Nut hunched his shoulders as the wind whipped around his body. When he reached one of the buildings of Ocean Hills projects, he climbed the stairs two at a time.

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