Chapter 6 Jakari #2
“I really don’t wanna get into that. Everybody fucks up sometimes, but I learned from that shit.
I’m here to tell you that I want revenge, and I want to end the shit once and for all.
I never even heard of these lame ass niggas.
They just came out of nowhere and set up shop on my shit.
I assumed it was an honest mistake, and we sent them a message just in case, but that shit ended bad. ”
“You think? Let’s say that those country ass niggas did set up shop on your turf by mistake.
You let Keith pistol whip a nigga’s teeth out, and in return, they pistol whipped this nigga into a coma.
Now it’s time for you to make the next move, and nigga, it better be yo’ best move.
This shit is unheard of. Niggas knew not to play with me. ” Jashawn shook his head.
I went back and forth with this nigga for hours before I headed home.
My brother didn’t care what he said, nor did he sugarcoat shit.
I was learning from my mistakes, and I knew what I had to do.
I was gonna get my product back and make sure no nigga ever thought to play with me again.
I had the drop on these niggas, and I was about to be on some stalked out shit until it was time for me to strike.
I was about to make sure I knew the ins and outs of their operation and take them for everything they had.
I had been so caught up with Keith being hurt and Moni leaving me that I wasn’t worried about revenge, but now that the smoke had cleared, I was about to show these niggas.
The first thing I did was set up a meeting with my crew.
Everyone needed to be on one accord and aware that we were at war.
It was almost time to get active, and I needed them to understand that it was also business as usual.
Getting to the money was the main objective until I said otherwise.
Almost two weeks had passed, and Keith was home now.
He was still healing, but you couldn’t tell that nigga that.
All he wanted was revenge. We had been sitting on the address that Black’s flunky gave us, watching them like hawks, and like clockwork, they came through.
Those niggas still met there twice a week, and sometimes the nigga, who I assumed was Black, would frequent there more often.
I knew those niggas didn’t tell Black that they gave us his location for fear of him killing them.
That was their worst mistake. I was about to take those niggas for all they had, and from the looks of things, they had a lot.
On a few occasions, I had seen Black with a female, and I assumed that was his girl.
It was no rules in this shit, and no one was off limits.
If we had to knock a bitch off to get to him, that’s what would happen.
I dropped Keith off at the crib after being camped out for hours.
Although I allowed Keith to think he was gonna slide when the shit went down, he wasn’t.
I almost lost my dawg to this shit, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.
I knew he would be pissed when the shit hit the fan, but in his condition, he wasn’t even good to himself right now.
On the day I decided to hit Black’s spot, I had all hands on deck and everyone in place.
I’d gone over the plans with my people until there was no questions left to be asked.
. I hadn’t seen Black making any moves in the past few days, but I did see his right-hand man Trell coming in and out religiously.
Yeah, I knew all these niggas names from the time we ran down on their corner boys.
I knew these lame, country ass niggas couldn’t be from around here.
They moved different. They weren’t up to date with the way shit was ran.
Wednesday afternoons were when they moved the most work and money out of the spot. That had to be the day when all the money they made for the week was taken out, and I was gon’ need all of that. Let’s just say it would be compensation for all my pain and suffering.
It was around five in the morning, we were about to move, and I knew there were only two niggas inside.
We had roughly eight hours before Black or his right hand would come to do a pickup.
I liked the element of surprise because, at that time, I knew them niggas were probably sleeping on the job.
Jashawn was in the passenger seat of my Sprinter, and he pulled on his blunt before speaking.
In total, it was six of us, all trained killers and the most loyal amongst my crew.
“Everything moving in that bitch must die! Grab everything you see of value! I’m talking ’bout from the work , to the cash and down to them niggas’ jewelry if it’s real.
Take every fuckin thang! This shit is simple.
We gon’ get in and get out. The only way to fuck this up is if you’re slow and if so, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout making it back home.
You’ll be left here slumped with these niggas! ” Jashawn sternly spoke.
Everybody agreed and knew it was time to go.
I decided to let Amir be the lookout and getaway driver.
He had great instincts and a good eye for bullshit.
Coming up under Jashawn, Amir was taught by the best, so I knew it would be best to keep him where he was.
If anything looked funny while we were inside, he was trained to kill.
Before we went in, I had Amir jump in the driver’s seat, and he did so with a pistol in both hands.
The Sprinter was parked in the back, and we crept around to the side door.
I motioned for Jack, Tru, and Sam to go around to the front door while Jashawn and I took the side.
Jashawn and Jack both had police issued rammits to take the doors off the hinges.
Moments after the guys went around front, we heard the door being rammed in, so Jashawn followed suit and did the same with the side door.
Once inside, we lit the place up like the Fourth of July.
Both of Black’s men were sent to their maker, the niggas weren’t quick enough on their feet to react once we made entry.
I grabbed everything of value. I even had my niggas taking the TVs off the wall.
Nothing was left behind except the fuck niggas who were supposed to be protecting the place.
They had failed miserably at that sit too.
We made it to the van and off the premises in record time.
In preparation for this day, we moved all our traps and switched the operation up completely.
These niggas wouldn’t know where to look to get their shit back.
When it was all said and done, we had a hundred stacks and four kilos to play with.
I guess them niggas had a light week, and now it was about to be even lighter.