Eraserheads by Brick

Author:Brick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

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Time was on my side. At least that was what the song I was humming told me as I calmly scaled the side of a house in East Atlanta. Too much had happened for me to ignore everything, and with the taking of Smiley, I was no longer going to sit back and be on defense. I tried as hard as I could not to tap back into that mentality of surviving by any means necessary. I figured, if I stayed off the drugs and the guns side of things, me and my family could do our due diligence without having to worry about retaliation from gangs, cartels, and other bullshit that came along with the gun and drug trade.

Stealing credit card information, cars, a little money here and there; wiping out bad credit history; wiping out identities wouldn’t put my family in peril. I never wanted to lose another member of my family to the streets. Had, by happenstance, lost a friend of mine to a street king by the name of Damien Orlando. Kitty, our resident credit-card skimmer, had been killed in a drive-by that had nothing to do with her. And now Smiley was missing. Yet again, for something that had nothing to do with her.

I tried hard—only the gods knew how hard I tried—not to go into that place where I saw the hood as the jungle it was. But since motherfuckers wanted to test me and thought they could just come in my house, stick their hands in my refrigerator without asking, just straight disrespect me and mine, I had to become a predator. And at this point, that was fine by me.

The fact that the Vikings were posted up in Southeast Atlanta, in the Lakewood area, told me they had some serious backing. No way could their pale faces, blond hair, and blue eyes survive in an area ranked number nine on the list of worst neighborhoods in America unless word had been put out that they were not to be touched. Good thing I didn’t give a fuck about that, though.

I adjusted the backpack I had on my back and hopped down from the wall. Signaled to Lelo and Stitch, who were casually sitting in a delivery car nearby, that I spotted six men in the house. Two were watching SportsCenter in the messy living room. Two were in the kitchen, taking shots from the big bottle of tequila sitting on the old, worn round table. One had made his way to the bathroom, and another was posted up by a window, with a MAC-11 on his lap.

Reagan sashayed down the street in six-inch stilettos. Her hair fell down her back in twelve neatly done cornrows. Lip gloss called attention to her lips. The earrings she had on looked as if they were covering the whole lobes—they was really her earpiece so she could communicate what was going on without having to say much. Her beautiful brown skin glowed in the sun.

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