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PULLING ME BACK
PROLOUGE
“Uncle Reddy said if we pull this off I would move up in status.” Tay said. Tywan “Tay” Lonchester was an eighteen-year-old knucklehead that wanted badly to be like his cousin Reddy.
“Man fuck them niggas ova dere’ my pops brought me up here from North Carolina to push this nigga shit back.” Reddy “RJ” Lonchester said as he handed the dipped cigarette to Tay-Tay “After I twist this nigga shit back I‘m going back down Durty and run my ciddie.” He said in his thick southern accent as he was loading up an AK 47 with an extended banana clip.
“When the fuck is this nigga coming out that house?” Tay said, “I say we run up in there and lay all those niggas down.” Tay-Tay said sounding like his uncle Reddy.
“Calm down Durty, I’m a pro and I don’t get any bonuses for extra bodies.” RJ said then reclined his seat back. “My pops paid for one head and that’s all he gona get, besides all I’m doing is teaching you so just sit and watch Durty.” RJ said as he started to feel the effects of the Dip.
“Do you know this nigga anyway?” Tay asked as he let the window down to throw out the cigarette. He looked in the side mirror and seen someone approaching the car in slow motion. Instead of warning his cousin about the threat at hand, he chooses to want to see how it unfolds. It may have been the effect of the Dip but he kept his eyes glued to the mirror.
Tay kept looking and saw two more men on his side and one holding the rear down. He could only imagine that the same was on the driver’s side. RJ was so zoned out on watching the house he didn’t even think to check his mirrors. Tay chuckled when he saw the guns drawn and followed the red dots as they traveled throughout the car. Tay thought he was watching a movie and only waiting with suspense for the next scene to unfold.
Suddenly Tay realized that it wasn’t a movie and there were no actors. He wanted badly to tell RJ that they were in some deep shit, but the drug had him stuck and watching. RJ thought he heard a bug fly past his ear and he swatted at his neck because he thought the bug bit him. RJ looked at his hands and it took him a second to realize the blood on his hands. He looked up from his hands and into the rear view mirror and seen a red light and like that it was over.
Tay looked over when he heard the horn blowing and noticed RJ’s head on the steering wheel. And there it hit him that he was going to die. He tried to grab the gun from under RJ’s body but it was useless because one hundred plus bullets were pumped into that car. The bad thing about it was that every single one of the guns used had silencers. On this back block not that much traffic comes through so if they were to be left here they probably wouldn’t be found for days.
But no crime scene, no weapons, no case. Bodies get dumped, the car gets torched, and the guns get destroyed. Only thing is, what just happened tonight nobody don’t have to worry about justice being served. Somebody just started an all-out war that’s about to get ugly. Crazy thing, these two guys were once best friends. It’s funny what money a do, the person you most loyal to, might turn around and cross you.
Let’s start from the beginning.
CHAPTER 1
1995
“Yo we just gona run up in that muthafucka and lay whoever up in there down!” Reddy said as he and Brooke were riding in an all-black 94 Mazda MPV. They were listing to Method Man’s first album “Tical” and Brooke was rolling up a White Owl Blunt with a phat bag of Skunk.
“Man aint nobody gona be in there but that bitch that put me on the spot.” Brooke said as he was licking the Blunt. “This gona be an easy one.” Brooke said as he put the fire to the blunt.
“Yeah I hear you.” Reddy said just thirsting to hit the blunt. He was planning on killing that girl and the guy they were robbing. Right now TK is supposed to be pushing the boy Donny shit back. Reddy’s beeper vibrates right on time letting him know that mission one was accomplished.
They pulled up in the front of the house and continued to let the Skunkweed take them to where they thought they needed to be. Reddy was checking his weapon making sure one was in the chamber. He unclipped the gun and pulled another bullet out his pocket and put in the clip, then put the clip in the gun. All this did not go unnoticed by Brooke who watched from the corners of his eyes.
Brooke thought all that was unnecessary knowing all he had to do is ring the doorbell. Shorty gona be in the living room and they just gona toss the house up to make it look like somebody actually robbed the home. They were gona tie her up and call Donny and tell him they robbed him and that his girl is tied. The money and the sixteen birds were to be sitting in the living room on the floor. This was gona be the easiest come up ever and no guns were really needed in Brooke’s eyes.
Reddy hopped out the driver’s side with his gun on his side looking up and down the quiet block. Brooke rushed to catch up with Reddy who was already at the front door ready to ring the bell. “Yo chill I got this aight son.” Brooke said as he grabbed Reddy by the shoulders then he proceeded to ring the doorbell.
“Aight.” was all Reddy said without even looking at Brooke. As soon as the door opened, a beautiful caramel skinned, long flowing haired woman appeared. Her smile was radiant but brief because BOOM, BOOM, and her whole face was gone. Her body stood up for a second before she slid down her front door. Brooke stayed frozen in the same spot as Reddy ran in the house and proceeded with the plan. Only Reddy was grabbing all the jewels and all the spare money that shorty had stashed in here purse.
Reddy came running out the house as he heard the sirens coming. Brooke started running to the van crouched low when he felt the wind of Reddy flying past him. They both hopped in the van almost at the same time as Reddy peeled off with Brooke’s passenger door still opened and Brooke halfway inside. Reddy was driving reckless for about two blocks before slowing down.
“What the fucks wrong with you!?” Brooke screamed as he finally made it inside the moving vehicle slamming his door.
“Man you can’t trust a bitch.” Reddy said causally as he gripped the steering wheel of the MPV. “Don’t worry Donny dead too.” Reddy said as they proceeded to his house out in Hillside. Brooke sat in the passenger side of the van breathing heavily with his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Brooke replayed the look of her face before and after them two bullets ripped her face off. She still had a smile on the lower part of her face, but the whole top was missing from the shots fired from the .50 caliber bullets.
Everything that happened after that was a blur to Brooke because the next thing he remembered he was being arraigned on armed robbery and murder charges. Brooke didn’t even care to get a lawyer and let his public pretender talk him into pleading no contest and he got thirty five to sixty years in prison. Through the whole process Brooke did not say one word and when he was sent down to Northern State Penitentiary he accepted his fate.
Reddy made a promise to Brooke to have his half of the heist for him when he got home. The birds should bring close to four hundred thousand and they had three hundred thousand in the duffel bag. Reddy also told Brooke that he was going to do everything he could to get him free. He said he’d pay for all the lawyers and make sure his commissary always was full.
None of that happened, mattafact, Reddy only visited Brooke one time and that was the only time money was put on his books. Reddy had blocks put on all his phones and after a while Brooke gave up hope of being free. It hurt Brooke to see that money changed his best friend. Not only was he in jail for something he didn’t do, but also the person he was holding down turned his back on him. For some reason he forgave Reddy but he vowed not to mess with him anymore, if he ever made it home
PROLOUGE
“Uncle Reddy said if we pull this off I would move up in status.” Tay said. Tywan “Tay” Lonchester was an eighteen-year-old knucklehead that wanted badly to be like his cousin Reddy.
“Man fuck them niggas ova dere’ my pops brought me up here from North Carolina to push this nigga shit back.” Reddy “RJ” Lonchester said as he handed the dipped cigarette to Tay-Tay “After I twist this nigga shit back I‘m going back down Durty and run my ciddie.” He said in his thick southern accent as he was loading up an AK 47 with an extended banana clip.
“When the fuck is this nigga coming out that house?” Tay said, “I say we run up in there and lay all those niggas down.” Tay-Tay said sounding like his uncle Reddy.
“Calm down Durty, I’m a pro and I don’t get any bonuses for extra bodies.” RJ said then reclined his seat back. “My pops paid for one head and that’s all he gona get, besides all I’m doing is teaching you so just sit and watch Durty.” RJ said as he started to feel the effects of the Dip.
“Do you know this nigga anyway?” Tay asked as he let the window down to throw out the cigarette. He looked in the side mirror and seen someone approaching the car in slow motion. Instead of warning his cousin about the threat at hand, he chooses to want to see how it unfolds. It may have been the effect of the Dip but he kept his eyes glued to the mirror.
Tay kept looking and saw two more men on his side and one holding the rear down. He could only imagine that the same was on the driver’s side. RJ was so zoned out on watching the house he didn’t even think to check his mirrors. Tay chuckled when he saw the guns drawn and followed the red dots as they traveled throughout the car. Tay thought he was watching a movie and only waiting with suspense for the next scene to unfold.
Suddenly Tay realized that it wasn’t a movie and there were no actors. He wanted badly to tell RJ that they were in some deep shit, but the drug had him stuck and watching. RJ thought he heard a bug fly past his ear and he swatted at his neck because he thought the bug bit him. RJ looked at his hands and it took him a second to realize the blood on his hands. He looked up from his hands and into the rear view mirror and seen a red light and like that it was over.
Tay looked over when he heard the horn blowing and noticed RJ’s head on the steering wheel. And there it hit him that he was going to die. He tried to grab the gun from under RJ’s body but it was useless because one hundred plus bullets were pumped into that car. The bad thing about it was that every single one of the guns used had silencers. On this back block not that much traffic comes through so if they were to be left here they probably wouldn’t be found for days.
But no crime scene, no weapons, no case. Bodies get dumped, the car gets torched, and the guns get destroyed. Only thing is, what just happened tonight nobody don’t have to worry about justice being served. Somebody just started an all-out war that’s about to get ugly. Crazy thing, these two guys were once best friends. It’s funny what money a do, the person you most loyal to, might turn around and cross you.
Let’s start from the beginning.
CHAPTER 1
1995
“Yo we just gona run up in that muthafucka and lay whoever up in there down!” Reddy said as he and Brooke were riding in an all-black 94 Mazda MPV. They were listing to Method Man’s first album “Tical” and Brooke was rolling up a White Owl Blunt with a phat bag of Skunk.
“Man aint nobody gona be in there but that bitch that put me on the spot.” Brooke said as he was licking the Blunt. “This gona be an easy one.” Brooke said as he put the fire to the blunt.
“Yeah I hear you.” Reddy said just thirsting to hit the blunt. He was planning on killing that girl and the guy they were robbing. Right now TK is supposed to be pushing the boy Donny shit back. Reddy’s beeper vibrates right on time letting him know that mission one was accomplished.
They pulled up in the front of the house and continued to let the Skunkweed take them to where they thought they needed to be. Reddy was checking his weapon making sure one was in the chamber. He unclipped the gun and pulled another bullet out his pocket and put in the clip, then put the clip in the gun. All this did not go unnoticed by Brooke who watched from the corners of his eyes.
Brooke thought all that was unnecessary knowing all he had to do is ring the doorbell. Shorty gona be in the living room and they just gona toss the house up to make it look like somebody actually robbed the home. They were gona tie her up and call Donny and tell him they robbed him and that his girl is tied. The money and the sixteen birds were to be sitting in the living room on the floor. This was gona be the easiest come up ever and no guns were really needed in Brooke’s eyes.
Reddy hopped out the driver’s side with his gun on his side looking up and down the quiet block. Brooke rushed to catch up with Reddy who was already at the front door ready to ring the bell. “Yo chill I got this aight son.” Brooke said as he grabbed Reddy by the shoulders then he proceeded to ring the doorbell.
“Aight.” was all Reddy said without even looking at Brooke. As soon as the door opened, a beautiful caramel skinned, long flowing haired woman appeared. Her smile was radiant but brief because BOOM, BOOM, and her whole face was gone. Her body stood up for a second before she slid down her front door. Brooke stayed frozen in the same spot as Reddy ran in the house and proceeded with the plan. Only Reddy was grabbing all the jewels and all the spare money that shorty had stashed in here purse.
Reddy came running out the house as he heard the sirens coming. Brooke started running to the van crouched low when he felt the wind of Reddy flying past him. They both hopped in the van almost at the same time as Reddy peeled off with Brooke’s passenger door still opened and Brooke halfway inside. Reddy was driving reckless for about two blocks before slowing down.
“What the fucks wrong with you!?” Brooke screamed as he finally made it inside the moving vehicle slamming his door.
“Man you can’t trust a bitch.” Reddy said causally as he gripped the steering wheel of the MPV. “Don’t worry Donny dead too.” Reddy said as they proceeded to his house out in Hillside. Brooke sat in the passenger side of the van breathing heavily with his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Brooke replayed the look of her face before and after them two bullets ripped her face off. She still had a smile on the lower part of her face, but the whole top was missing from the shots fired from the .50 caliber bullets.
Everything that happened after that was a blur to Brooke because the next thing he remembered he was being arraigned on armed robbery and murder charges. Brooke didn’t even care to get a lawyer and let his public pretender talk him into pleading no contest and he got thirty five to sixty years in prison. Through the whole process Brooke did not say one word and when he was sent down to Northern State Penitentiary he accepted his fate.
Reddy made a promise to Brooke to have his half of the heist for him when he got home. The birds should bring close to four hundred thousand and they had three hundred thousand in the duffel bag. Reddy also told Brooke that he was going to do everything he could to get him free. He said he’d pay for all the lawyers and make sure his commissary always was full.
None of that happened, mattafact, Reddy only visited Brooke one time and that was the only time money was put on his books. Reddy had blocks put on all his phones and after a while Brooke gave up hope of being free. It hurt Brooke to see that money changed his best friend. Not only was he in jail for something he didn’t do, but also the person he was holding down turned his back on him. For some reason he forgave Reddy but he vowed not to mess with him anymore, if he ever made it home