Mack Daddy Legacy of a Gangsta by Darrell King

Author:Darrell King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: drama, urban fiction, urban life, street lit, street fiction
Publisher: Darrell King

GANG TALES & OTHER GOOD SHIT

The new hangout was not the same old, dingy, rundown tenement buildings that the crew had back in the day. This was 1978 and niggas weren’t gangbangin’; they were hustlin’ coke, Angel Dust, and heroin. These punks had done went and bought themselves an apartment building! But then again, even though the Reapers numbered many, and there was enough dollars on the streets to go around, they had to be hookin’ up with somebody large to occupy an entire apartment building.

As I entered the building I was greeted by surprisingly well-dressed young ladies. Gone were the bandanna and sweat suits, dirty jeans, and plaid shirts. These muthafuckas were clean!! The carpet was wallto-wall wine colored, wool-like material. The furnishings were of the same color but were encased in a genuine leather exterior.

There were pictures on the wall of Angela Davis, The Black Panthers, and Malcolm X, all that militant shit. Yet they’d sell dope to or shoot a brother at the drop of a dime. I was patted down thoroughly by two athletic looking sisters with completely bald heads. Now don’t get me wrong, the broads were sexy as all outdoors, but they damned sure were funny looking with those Kojak heads of theirs.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked looking around at my boys with startled surprise. “Y’all niggas think this muthafucka is the White House or somethin’?”

“Naw,” Dee blurted out, “Day-Day it’s just security procedures.” “Ooohhhh… I see,” I said still eyeing the two bald chicks squatting down patting up and down my outstretched legs.

“He’s clean,” said the girl to my left, lighting up a long thin cigarette.

“Yeah, but not you,” I said displaying a butterfly blade I nabbed from her while she and her homegirl searched me.

“You little thief!” snapped the girl, snatching the closed blade from my hand. “I oughtta kick you in the nuts!” she snapped, glaring at me with a seethingly angry look.

“How ‘bout licking ‘em,” I asked with a coy grin.

Everyone including her partner couldn’t restrain chuckling at her expense. She looked around at everyone laughing, and I could see that her anger was mounting rapidly. And as I expected she reacted.

These two women like I said, were very athletic looking, lithe, sinewy and sturdy. They, or at least this one, obviously was skilled at Karate, Kung fu, or some shit ‘cause I scarcely dodged her flying feet, which kicked the air where only seconds before my face had been.

No sooner had I dodged that near assault, I found myself lunging out of the way of three more lightning like roundhouse kicks which cleaved the air of the smoke-filled lobby with deadly force. At this point being the young thug that I was, I was tired of playing games with the ho. I rolled over and sprung to my feet; simultaneously she did the same. She quickly reached down inside her boot and came out with a Chinese throwing star, or Shuriken. I reached behind me and pulled out a deuce-deuce with the left and snatched a clip from my pocket with the right.

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