Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

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СКАЧАТЬ a run down looking couch, a few chairs and tables set up, no carpeting, the smell of weed lingering in the air. Yeah, Squeeze was definitely in the right apartment.

      “Yo, I’m gonna have to search the two of y’all,” Shawn said to them.

      Squeeze and Pooh let out a slight smirk.

      “Whatever, yo,” Pooh replied.

      Shawn went up to Pooh and started to pat him down but before he could reach around his waist and the feel the gun that Pooh was concealing, Squeeze swiftly pulled out his .45 and quickly put it to Shawn’s temple.

      “Shut da fuck up and don’t move, nigga, before I blow your fuckin’ head off,” Squeeze warned.

      “Yo, chill, chill, chill, yo,” Shawn stuttered in a panicky voice. He had his arms raised and Squeeze forced him down on his knees.

      “Where your boy at?” Squeeze asked.

      “Huh?”

      “Nigga, don’t play dumb. Where da fuck is your boy?” Squeeze asked again pressing the tip of the .45 harder against Shawn’s skull. He didn’t want to alert the second man or whoever was in the house.

      “I think he’s in da bathroom.”

      Squeeze nodded his head toward Pooh and Pooh quickly went toward the bathroom. The bathroom door was shut and locked indicating someone was in there. Pooh stood flushed by the wall outside the bathroom door waiting. They heard the toilet flush and the sink running. Then the bathroom door opened up and another slender young male stepped out wearing a white T and blue jeans but before he even took three steps, Pooh lunged at duke jerking him by the arm and placing the barrel of the .45 to his skull. The young stranger suddenly began to panic, having a .45 pressed to his head.

      “Don’t kill me, please…I ain’t carrying, yo…believe me,” the young stranger said to the two young men.

      “Y’all get on your knees, now!” Squeeze ordered.

      The two men did as told and rested down on their knees with their fingers locked behind their heads and peered up at Pooh and Squeeze who had them at gunpoint.

      “Where da shit?” Squeeze asked.

      Neither answered. They both glanced at each other.

      “Oh, no one heard me?” Squeeze angrily uttered and to let niggas know he was serious, Squeeze suddenly started to pistol whip one of the two men striking him multiple times against his face wit’ the .45. Shawn bellowed. His friend did nothing but watch.

      “Ahight yo, I’m gonna ask again and if I don’t hear shit, dats my word. One a y’all niggas is dying in here today,” Squeeze said cocking back his gat. “Where da shit at?”

      “It’s in the bathroom, the two cabinets under the sink,” the second dude answered softly.

      “You sure?”

      He nodded his head in affirmation.

      “Pooh, go get dat.”

      Pooh scurried into the bathroom while Squeeze kept them at gunpoint. Promise and Show remained outside the apartment keeping watch by the elevator. Promise was wondering what was taking these two niggas so long. He couldn’t help but glance at his watch every passing minute. While inside, Pooh came back out with two big black garbage bags filled with weed and coke, good shit.

      “Bingo,” he uttered. Squeeze smiled.

      “Y’all some dumb ass niggas. You know how easy this shit was to get. Thank y’all. We need dumb mu’fuckas like y’all so me and my niggas can continue to get our money easy,” Squeeze said.

      “What we gonna do with ‘em?” Pooh asked.

      “How old are y’all?” Squeeze asked.

      “Eighteen,” Shawn muttered out with his mouth filled with blood, his jaw swollen.

      “And you, nigga?”

      “Seventeen.”

      “Listen here, today, I’m gonna let y’all two niggas live. But if I ever hear my name come out y’all mouths about me robbing y’all, I swear, I’m gonna come back for y’all two and murder y’all. Don’t ever fuckin’ sleep on Squeeze, ya heard me?”

      They both nodded.

      “Tell dat nigga, Nine, I said what’s up.”

      “But you said don’t speak your name,” Shawn said.

      “Oh, yeah…dats right…you on point now, son…stay dat way from now on. Yo, Pooh, lets be out.”

      Squeeze and Pooh dashed outta 8D and met up with Show and Promise. “We good, niggas.” They all got back into the elevator.

      Down in the lobby as all four men exited the elevator, they saw Donny entering the lobby. Squeeze couldn’t help but to let out a broad smile, uttering to his niggas, “Yo, dis shit is too fuckin’ easy…I’m about to cum on myself.”

      They snatched up Donny, beat the shit outta him in the staircase, snatched his jewelry and money then took his sneakers for the fun of it. They arrived at Junior’s a half-hour later and counted up their take. The haul netted $7,000 cash, mad pounds of weed and cocaine to sell. The jooks came off damn good.

      Cash was divided, $1,750 each, and plans were made to hustle the weed off into the streets. Squeeze didn’t give a fuck about retaliation or repercussions. He felt that Nine and his crew were too soft for them niggas to come back on some gangsta shit.

      Promise took his cut of the money, jumped back into his X5, and headed back to Queens. Another day, another dollar.

      5:00 p.m. Monday through Friday, Promise was at the daycare faithfully to pick up his daughter, Ashley.

      “Daddy, daddy!” Ashley shouted out excited about seeing her father every evening when he came by to scoop up his lil’ girl. She jumped into his arms and it was routine everyday that he gave his daughter a hug and kiss.

      “You miss me?”

      Ashley nodded yes.

      “Go get your stuff. We gotta go.”

      She jumped out of her father’s arms and went to retrieve her book bag and other belongings.

      “Hey, Mr. Carter,” Ms. Ways said.

      “Hey, how was she today?” he asked.

      “She was good but she didn’t take her nap today and she didn’t eat much lunch. But she’s a good child, very attentive in class, gets along with the other children. She’s a sweetheart,” Ms. Ways informed Promise.

      “That’s my little girl.” Promise shook his head.

      “Daddy…Daddy, look what I drew in school today,” Ashley shouted СКАЧАТЬ