Life (Leo Sullivan) by Leo Sullivan

Author:Leo Sullivan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Sullivan Productions LLC.
Published: 2014-02-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Crooked Cops”

– Life –

Blazack began to act strange, doing things that were not in his character. One of the things that caught my attention was a phrase that he would repeat over and over again. He thought it was the funniest shit in the world. “If you got a problem, ax Blazack. If your homeboy is missing, ax Blazack.” For all of us it was weird, and at times, he was starting to spook the hell out of us. As a true lieutenant he handled his business. In fact, we all owed it to him for putting the fear of God in them niggas. “You got a problem ax Blazack.” It took us a while to catch on to what the fuck he was talking about. By the time we did it was too late. But the mystery of how he was making people disappear was revealed.

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Soon I received a message from Stevey D. One of his guys was missing. He wanted to know if we had anything to do with it. He was real humble, like he was concerned for a friend. But I know that he was really checking to see if we were beefing, too. I don’t know if it was out of fear, or the coke that I promised to cop for him, probably both. When he told me that one of my homies was shaking down niggas, making them pay protection fees, I knew that he was talking about Blazack. That was the same shit he used to do in Miami. Extort niggas. It dawned on me that one of the reasons Stevey D was calling was to see if he was on Blazack’s “must do list.” After I hung the phone up, I was pissed the fuck off. Blazack was a walking time bomb. The shit he was doing was for his personal gain, not for our benefit. I knew that I was going to have to check his ass. The confrontation could not be avoided, I had no choice.

Tomica and Evette formed a clique with Trina and her sorority sisters, the Deltas. I found out that one of the worst things you can do is put a bunch of women together that are from New York, mainly Brooklyn. They will turn a town full of rednecks and country Black folks out. They called themselves “Thug Misses.” I called them some ruddy-ass bitches. Tomica and Evette were still mad boosting, but with the recruitment of the rest of the girls, they graduated from simply stealing jewelry and clothes to stealing expensive cars. The other day I saw them pull up in the parking lot, in not one, but two brand new Benzes with the paper tags still on them. I was riding dirty. They were making so much raucous I had to distance myself. I tried to talk with Trina about it, but Brooklyn broads will run circles around the average nigga if he ain’t used to the “Rotten Apple.” I could understand why it took her seven years to complete a four-year degree in business.

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