Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

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СКАЧАТЬ heard his jaw bone crack as he fell crashing into a phone booth on the wall. His body slid down ever so slowly.

      Crowds of people gathered around to watch what was going on. Some of them stood on top of cars and chanted and raved obscenities from across the street. As the crew stood rigid holding their weapons. Famous advance Duke to beat him down some more.

      "Nigga I should blow yo mutha fuckin' brains out!" Justice barked fingering his weapon and cursing. "I want all you fuck ass niggas to know dis our spot now. The Mercenary's an' if anyone of you niggas get caught selling shit 'round here you gone get dealt with!" Justice pointed at Murph and Duke's spot.

      Dizzily Duke tried to stand and merge his body with the wall. Famous stood in front of him taunting his ego.

      "Nigga you want some moe." Duke saw two people but he drew his fist and swung wildly at both of them and hit nothing the hot air. Famous kept hitting him more fiercely. When he got tired he asked for his baretta and started to pistol whip him. Blood gushed out the side of Duke's mouth.

      "Stop y'all gone kill 'em," a young girl screamed from the crowd. The young girl grabbed Duke by the arm.

      "Duke! Duke!" Another bystander shouted.

      By that time the whole Ave was packed with people. Cars were lined up in the middle of the street and some cars even pulled over to get a better look at what was going on. In broad day light six despicable characters visited one of the busiest dope strolls in Miami with no other purpose than to take it over

      "Boom… Boom..."

      SIX

      ANYWAY RULES

      WHO FOLLOWED THEM

      Brick drove as hurriedly to the city as the traffic ordinance and his old van would allow him. Until today he'd never so much paid attention to traffic lights but this one today, he and Faith sat at changed that. It was taking entirely too long to change. He wanted to run it but ironically he found hisself jammed in between two cars in the middle lane. It was impossible, even his heroic thoughts. Somehow Brick pictured hisself as an action hero who could defy anything that got in his way.

      Instinctively, Brick paused to look on the side of him, then at the median strip, and then glanced back up at the traffic light. Still Red! He couldn't stop fuming.

      "Man what's up with dis fuckin' light?" Brick thought aloud. "This got be a jack light." Brick reasoned "And I ain't about to sit here like a fool waiting on some crazy fool to run up on me and try to pull or gank move. It ain't like I got shit."

      Brick checked his rearview mirror again and noticed that there wasn't any cars behind him like he originally thought. He knew he'd seen cars behind him, but what happened to them he didn't know. Well he knew, they'd done the exact same thing he was about to do. On second thought, "fuck dis shit." Brick mumbled as he put the van in reverse and backed up. Brick pulled the van back just enough to make an exit.

      "There go the light changed now." Faith announced. "Man still run that shit," I thought.

      But I didn't have to say shit because Brick's mind was already made up. In fact, my nigga was in the process of banging a gangsta ass u-turn in the middle of 22nd Ave as Faith spoke. Then we headed in the other direction. "Any way rules, who followed them?" Brick pondered. Brick had a better idea on how to get to the city faster with less problems.

      Faith turned and shot Brick a brief glance as he traveled down the road. We were breaking all the residential and business district speed limits he drove through. He cut through traffic and passed cars who were driving too slow and poorly. "Anyway rules, who followed them anyway?" Brick pondered. At first Faith opted to remind Brick to slow down. But this was one time she decided not to even bother. One thing she hadn't forgot was how Brick didn't like being told what to do once he set his mind to do something that he thought was right. This was the first time I laughed at Brick. He drove like he was making the greatest escape. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in my bones. Brick was feeling the thrill of the streets again. I even shared Faith's theory that Brick didn't like being told what to do once he set his mind to doing something he thought was right. Which is why I decided not to bother him any more about getting in the game. I decided I was going to talk to the rest of the crew members to see if I could convince them they were making a mistake.

      Turning her attention back to the road Faith fumbled in her Gucci purse and dug her cell phone out. Maybe it would be a better idea for her to call her friend Sherelle and ask her was the police still on fifteenth and more importantly where exactly was the crew now. But she already knew the answer to that question. I did too. They could be anywhere by now. All of them with the exception of Famous Sherelle had made mention that the police had him and that Duke was dead. Which posed another question to her, what the hell happened?

      Faith already knew the question in regards to the police. They loved to sit around and milk the clock, at the expense of tax payer's dollars, claiming their doing paper work.

      "C — all — call — Sherelle," Brick stammered rhetorically. Faith was already frantically dialing her number. Sherelle answered her cell on the first ring.

      "Hello!"

      Fifteen minutes later Brick and Faith and I exited I-95 on 69th street and traveled to the intersection of 7th avenue. By chance the light was on red but Brick wasn't about to sit at this one. Now he was in the heart of liberty city and he knew every move had to be a calculative one. Which is why he decided to run the light as soon as he got to it. The Ave was only moments away and he was trying to get there.

      The City of Miami Police Dept. had the entire Ave, from 62nd to 71st blocked off. Police and ambulances and rescue squads' personal was everywhere. All type of people was there also, standing on both side of the road trying to see what was going on. That was the only way you had a chance to get on the Ave, was on foot.

      Brick, Faith, and I had to park on 62nd street and walk down if we wanted to get a better look at things. Faith and Sherelle were still on the phone, Sherelle were like their GPS system letting them know where to come. Halfway up the block Faith spotted Sherelle and the panicky look on her face.

      "There go Sherelle," she pointed her out to Brick. "I see you girl," she told Sherelle before she hung up the phone. Then her and Brick took off running in Sherelle's direction, and Sherelle ran to meet them. I ran behind them Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The closer we got Brick could see Justice's Bronco coming more clearer to him. It was parked on side of Convertible Burke's car was and the police had all the doors opened going through it. Other officers took pictures of the inside and outside of the Bronco. Brick thought he had seen it from the corner but he was hoping that it was somebody else's Bronco besides Justice.

      As soon a Brick and Faith made their way to the corner of 63rd and 15th Sherelle approached them wearing a pair cut off shorts, white T-shirt and a pair worn out Reebok tennis shoes. She also had her head wrapped Tu Pac style with a red scarf. Looked like she was lounging around the house in the process of getting her hair done. Sherelle immediately started to fill Brick and Faith in on the intricate details. As she talked Brick and Faith looked around the Ave at all the people. They couldn't see as much when they first arrived but now they could see the Pork & Beans Projects were swarming with cops and people from the rescue squads.

      "Famous killed Duke, they were fighting." Sherelle explained breathlessly.

      "What happened back there?" Faith questioned, as Brick listened intently.

      "When they were fighting Equal went lookin' for Murph. But when Murph СКАЧАТЬ