The Corner III (No Way Out) by Alex Richardson & Lu Ann Wells

Author:Alex Richardson & Lu Ann Wells [Richardson, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Miller Beach Publishing
Published: 2011-12-31T05:00:00+00:00

8

“Don’t you or any of you niggas question what the fuck I’m doing or you might get slumped, feel me?”—BONE

Bone sat in his basement with Reynard and a couple of his soldiers. They were drinking and waiting for some strippers to arrive. Reynard had just given Bone the word about what was going on in Slim’s crew.

Bone, who was dressed in jeans, a pair of Air Max sneakers and a wife beater said, “Them niggas got more shit going on than a little bit.” He took a hard pull off his blunt and inhaled the powerful chronic. He coughed, and then said, “You see, that’s why you have to have niggas fearing you. When you don’t, niggas in your crew be dropping like flies. Any man with balls will try to take what’s yours, and me…I ain’t havin’ that. No sir.”

Reynard poured a shot of Ciroc and hit it with a shot of cranberry juice. “Do you think it was a good idea teaming up with Slim and them Latin muthafucka’s?” Reynard asked.

Bone patted his freshly done braids that felt as if the hoodrat had done too tightly. He grinned at Reynard saying, “My nigga, I know you’re still fuming from getting shot up a couple of years ago, but you need to put that shit out your mind.”

Reynard, who was still pissed at the fact that someone from Slim’s crew had shot him up, barked, “Nigga, you wasn’t the one who was laying in that fuckin’ hospital. I want my get back while you doin’ this joining forces shit!”

Bone, who is dark as a boot, smiled showing his strikingly white teeth. He stood and walked toward Reynard. Once he was close enough to smell the vodka and weed that was on Reynard’s breath, he said, “You know you my nigga, but don’t ever question the way I do things.” He put the blunt he had fixed between his fingers and raised it to his lips. He took a hard pull then blew the smoke in Reynard’s face. It was disrespectful, but it was in retaliation for Reynard being out of order in front of members of their crew.

Bone turned to Kenny who was Reynard’s right hand man and someone who Bone perceived to be a flunky. “You feel me, Kenny. Don’t you or any of you niggas question what the fuck I’m doing, or you might get slumped, feel me?” Bone said as he glanced at the pistol in his waistband.

Bone’s partner, Dre, who had a penchant for killing, stood as he gritted at Kenny to let him know the seriousness of the situation. The one thing Bone didn’t tolerate was disloyalty and disrespect and had killed many men who fit in the category.

“I feel you,” Kenny said. He was a killer, no doubt, like most of the gangsters in their gang. All the men were either BD or GD—Black Disciples or Gangster Disciples. They were members of the street gangs that rivaled what most of the soldiers who worked for the Fuentes’ were—Latin Kings.

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