Silas glanced over at B-Mack who was observing the exchange. They were all brothers through hood affiliation. Just like Smokey and B-Mack were road dogs, so were Maniak and Silas. They all had a bond but for the last couple of years it always seemed like it was only three instead of four.
“It seems like somebody is always missing from the pack of four. Take care of this nigga B-Mack because he’s good people.”
B-Mack nodded acknowledging his homeboy as a soldier. He stood tall in a day of snitches. He got caught up on a pistol that wasn’t his and he stood up on the charge. He was a gangster that believed in his code.
“I got Smokey out here to have my back. I’ll put him on my money so he can take care of his daughter. Do you bee what I’m saying?” B-Mack began.
“Na Blood, I’ll give you enough where ya’ll make a living for the both of ya’ll. You gon’ have to move to another spot so that you could get more business. So the smokers can know where ya’ll at.” Silas replied.
“Okay bool, speaking of smokers, that nigga Earl came around here looking for you. He didn’t hit the block but I ran into Big Dave and he was telling that nigga asked about you again.”
“That nigga drop a number on Big Dave to give to me?”
“If he did, it wasn’t given to me.” B-Mack shrugged.
B-Mack handed him a wad of money and he quickly slid it in his pocket. He handed B-Mack another package. B-Mack handed the package to Smokey and he went to find a stash to hide the dope. Before turning around to leave he embraced both his homeboys then made his way in another direction. While walking down the block he noticed the time on his brand new Rolex and picked up the pace. He had only twenty minutes to make it over to the meeting spot where he and Porky always met. Trying to scuff up his white Chuck Taylor’s with the thick red shoelaces, he was only a few steps from jogging. When he walked over to the parking lot he realized that his big homie hadn’t made it yet. He took a moment to glance at his watch again to notice he was a few minutes early. When he looked from his watch Porky was pulling into the parking lot. A smile flashed across his face as he thought about his new purchase. He didn’t count it but if the money was right that B-Mack gave him he was about to get a whip. Porky was selling him a 1988 Cutlass Supreme. It was a rust color brown sitting on twenty inch rims. He was only selling it to him for nine thousand dollars after talking him down. It had a new engine and he had put new upholstery in the interior. Silas was feeling good because now he could floss and get to the places he needed to go. Porky even told him about a stash box where he could hide the pistol. When he climbed in he felt like a child on Christmas morning.
“I’m ready for that new whip, Blood.” He said enthusiastically.
“Okay we can roll over to where I got it parked. You got that nine even…right?”
“Come on Blood, you know I got that. I wouldn’t be wasting yo time if I didn’t have it.”
“Alright, before we roll, I want to ask you something again? Did you do that lick at the liquor store?”
“Blood why do you keep asking me that? How would I keep come at you about the money we talking about based on a four hundred dollar lick?”
“It might be more my nigga. The reason I’m asking you is because that muthafucka Earl came around looking for you. This is the second time I’ve seen that nigga and he asked about you, Blood. You know that nigga be smoking dope…right?”
“Yeah, I heard he was on that shit but he don’t have anything to do with me.” Silas glanced away.
“That nigga coming at you about something. A nigga that’s smoking dope ain’t reliable Sy, and that’s on Damu.”
“I’m telling you Porky, I don’t know what the fuck that nigga wants with me.”
“You gon’ have to kill that nigga, Blood.”
“Why am I gon’ have to kill him?” Silas glared surprisingly at him.
“Because if that nigga wants his cut and you don’t give it to him, he’s gon snitch. That nigga lost his job behind that shit Sy. He ain’t got any money to cop his habit, my nigga. And you best believe if that nigga is getting at me tough about yo whereabouts I ain’t the only one. And you don’t know who is snitching from the hood. If I can put two and two together, don’t think I’m the only one.”
“What two and two together Blood?” Silas frowned.
“Okay my nigga, but I warned you.”

The First Law of Nature scene

Etched-n-Stone Present's Them Laney Boys

She opened the door slightly so that she could squeeze out but firmly closed the door behind her. Slurpee was standing behind the door so he walked in front of the door and I turned the light on. I was sitting on a stool right under a pull switch with a single light bulb. Slurpee put the latch on the door making sure that it was secure. There were two chairs and a stool sitting inside the garage. Benny Boy noticed Slurpee first with his pistol held with one hand at his waist. His opposite hand was holding onto his wrist. He looked at him in horror without considering how the light came on.
“Take a seat Benny Boy.” I calmly demanded.
He spun around to see me staring at him with vengeance in my eyes. He nervously glanced back at Slurpee then back at me again.
“Sit the fuck down.” Slurpee barked.
Benny Boy staggered nervously to the chair closest to me. Slurpee grabbed the second chair and turned it backwards with his pistol pointed at him. Benny Boy gasped for breath even though Slurpee was about a yard away from him. I was closer but diagonally to his side. He didn’t have anything to say but it was obvious that he was guilty about something. He took several deep breaths and attempted to relax. Then he went into a routine.
“I know you niggas ain’t pissed at me for not coming to see ya’ll when ya’ll got out? If I would have known that ya’ll was back…”
“How long you’ve been working for the police?” Slurpee interrupted him.
He glanced at me as though I was going to give him a reprieve. The look in my eyes was just as vicious; if not more as Slurpee’s.
“Where the fuck you get that from Slurpee? Nigga we go way back, why in the fuck would you accuse me of some shit like that?” Benny Boy cried.
“We already know that you’ve been snitching. The police ain’t staying loyal to you. Once they used you for what they needed you for they gave up their source. All that shit came out in the court documents.” Slurpee urged him on with lies.
“I’m trying to tell you that’s some bullshit Slurpee. GameFace, you know I’ve always been down since day one.” He turned towards me.
“You need to talk to us then, homie.” I said sarcastically.
“Fuck you nigga. You are always the one that thinks he should be calling shots. You fuck up in the game but you are supposed to be Mr. GameFace. You ain’t earned all the respect that niggas give you. You beat up one nigga in the CGs and everybody is supposed to respect you, fuck you cuz.” Benny Boy sobbed.
For the first time I seen his deep resentment for me. For some odd reason it stung me to the core. You couldn’t tell if you were to look me in the face. I kept my cool and continued with the interrogation.
“So where did all this hate come from? I ain’t did shit to you. All I did was try to put some money in yo pocket and you hate me because Boom-Boom gave me this name.” I calmly replied.
My bottom lip was trembling because of the intense anger that was boiling inside of me. But any common thug nigga could get mad and blow off the handle. I had to handle this like a gangster, like I was Augustus Caesar.
“I would have never caught that gun charge if you wouldn’t have told me to take that gun. You and Sick Nick wouldn’t have gone downtown if you would have just smoked that one nigga instead of trying to question him. Who in the fuck put you in charge?” He continued to sob.
“So you told on everybody because you got caught with a strap?” Slurpee asked.
“Na, I wouldn’t have gotten caught if this nigga would have took the charge on his own.” He snorted, while pointing his thumb behind him at me.
“So it’s my fault you turned snitch.” I asked; my tone was low and sinister.
“It’s yo fault that I was caught with the strap. Slurpee my nigga, I’ve been out there soldiering with you from back in the day.”
“What the fuck that means to me if you snitching? You know the rules to this shit and you gave us up because you pissed at GameFace. You could have got at that nigga head up instead of compromising yo self to the police. You are a bitch nigga.” Slurpee countered.
From the angle I was sitting I could see part of his face and he was actually scared. Before he thought it was maybe a way out of this but now he knew that his fate was sealed. Slurpee glanced up at me and pointed his pistol at Benny Boy.
“You want to smoke this nigga?” Slurpee asked.

Excerpt from THEM LANEY BOYS

Now she is at the third homeboy because Turtle made sure he got his first. The third homeboy plunged inside of her and she felt a tear in her vaginal tissue. She winced in pain as he sweated on top of her steadily pushing his dick into her almost dry vaginal cavity. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and let the tears fall from her face. The pain was unbearable but the weight of number three was too heavy to push off. She cried in silent agony wanting to be set free but there was no one there to aid her. She tried to scream but found that she was too weak and her voice would only give out a low wine.
“This is a nasty bitch! You hear her moaning and shit cuz?” One voice said in the dark.
She didn’t reply. All she could hope for was that number three hurried and number four was quicker. Suddenly she felt a hard dick pushing her mouth open.
“By the time this nigga through she gone be all dried up. I just get some head from the bitch.” Another voice said in the dark.
She swallowed him in her mouth until finally she felt semen leak into her throat. She began choking and coughing as number three released similar fluids inside of her. He moaned with relief then finally climbed off of her. They didn’t even take the time to clean up. They quickly zipped their pants and ran out the motel room. She laid on the bed left all alone in the dark. The muscles on her body ached so much that she couldn’t move. With all the will she could muster she rose from the bed. She stumbled into the bathroom and quickly vomited inside the toilet. She held tightly to the commode for fifteen to twenty minutes allowing all the impurities to leave her body. Tears still fell profusely from her face as semen leaked from her vagina down both legs. She crawled over to the stand-up-only shower passionately turning on the faucet. She lifted herself up and climbed in the dingy shower and bathed long and hard with cheap motel soap. Her tears never stopped pouring. When she finally crawled out of the shower her legs shook as she slowly and carefully tried to reach the bed. Her legs buckled once. Her legs buckled twice. She finally was able to reach the bed that had the remnants of cigarette smoke ingrained in the odor of the bed cover. She rolled over on her back and fell into a deep coma like sleep. She didn’t awake until the cleaning lady banged on her door for clean up at eleven in the morning.

Hood Stories - Give an Inch

The long nosed chrome thirty-eight was pointed at his head. It was nothing standing between him and the barrel of the gun. He stood tall without flinching. If today was the day for him to meet his maker he would take it like a man. She smiled at him with a confidence that racked his nerves. He knew in his heart she knew how to use the weapon she was brandishing.
“How much do you owe nigga?” She barked.
“I owe seventy-five hundred.” He quickly replied.
“And when did you tell that nigga you were gon’ pay him his money?”
“Three days ago…but I had a little problem with getting off what I was supposed to get off.”
“All you giving me are excuses. Excuses only benefit the muthafucka that’s giving them, nobody else.”
The barrel of her gun still was pointing at his forehead right between his eyes. She was a pretty ass redbone with thick luscious lips. If she wasn’t who she was he would have been tried run up in her. But she was beautiful and deadly at the same time.
“Look Reddy, I can’t think with a pistol in my face. I know we can work something out.”
“Who said you were supposed to think? Fila been worried about his money and that’s some shit he shouldn’t have to worry about. We might be passed working something out.”
“How much you got on you right now?”
“I got forty-five hundred. I’m only three thousand short. Give me a few days and I can come up with the rest.” His voice strained.
She thought about his request and considered how she should handle it. She glanced around the room to notice the off white walls covered with WAK paintings. There was a pile of dirty clothes in a trash bag near the hallway to the bedroom. He didn’t even have a sofa. A television sat alone in the middle of the floor with DVD player under it. She could tell he was scraping by to live. He wasn’t a sound hustler, she considered. That bothered her about him. If he was lazy about his own money then he wouldn’t have a problem being lazy with someone else’s money.
“Look here Bobby; I don’t know if you are really good on yo word. I mean, you’ve been hustling for him for three weeks and you still ain’t got off that yay.” Reddy shrugged.
“I had to get everything up and running first but once I got into the swing of things it will be easier to move this shit.”
A glimmer of hope flashed across his face. He quickly attempted to hide it because he knew what she was capable of. He also had to show some strength because she didn’t care for weak ass men. Her reputation had preceded her.
“Okay, give me the forty-five hundred and we can go from there.”
He walked a couple of feet away from her to reach for a pair of pants. She kept the pistol on him while her eyes remained focused.
“Easy, my nigga, easy.” She warned.
He carefully made his way inside of his pocket to pull out a wad of money. Reddy smiled slightly when she seen the cash. She was hoping for his sake that it was the amount he had claimed it to be. Glancing downward at the nappy tan carpet her black high heel boots were planted on. Her pistol slid down slightly enough where he felt a little more comfortable.
“Count the money in front of me.” She calmly demanded.
It was mostly large bills from what she could see but she still couldn’t calculate the amount. He took his time counting the money until he had gotten to the end.
“That’s only thirty-nine hundred, my nigga. You are six hundred dollars short.” She shook her head.
“Well this is what I have can’t we work this out.”
“See Bobby, you are a bitch ass nigga, as far as I’m concerned. You told forty-five hundred with you knew you were supposed to have seventy-five. But you couldn’t even produce the amount you told me you had. How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?”
“Na Reddy it ain’t like…”
She fired one into his knee cap. He screamed as he fell to the floor. He slid backwards towards his wall wincing in pain.
“Fuck you Reddy.” He grimaced.
“See nigga, you ain’t real about this here game. There’s consequences when a nigga can’t stay true to what he’s supposed to be. I was giving you a pass for the forty-five hundred but you couldn’t even make that.”
She walked up closer to him with her pistol lowered to her side. The white in his eyes were turning yellow as water fell down his face.
“Give a nigga an inch and he tries to take a mile.”
Reddy lifted her piece, looked him in the eyes then let off four shots. Each bullet pierced his skull. Reddy cleaned off the pistol then sat it down next to him. After pulling out a back-up pistol she pulled the Victoria Secret’s Pink hoodie over her head and walked out the front door.