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“What’s in it for us? For me to send orders to fuck wit’ MS-13s on someone else’s behalf, there’s got to be a lot of fuckin’ money involved, my nigga. This ain’t even our war.”
“Oh, I can do you one better.” Jude grinned as he lit a fresh cigarette. “I own a lot of blocks…”
“That you do…”
“I’m going to give you and your boys a piece of the pie. That’s prime real estate. You get the trap house on Glencliff, and the proceeds. The only thing you’ll have to agree to is to let Kash be in charge of overseeing, the property in his name, and a manager if you will, and to not sell bullshit. Don’t put a lot of fillers in it, or shit that’s going to make the product even harsher than it is. I know most of y’all aren’t even sellin’ crystal, but whatever you sell, keep it good. The second benefit to you is, if crystal is being sold around you, under my crew, and the tweakers know that we now also have a weed dealer, heroin, cocaine, pills, LSD, Molly, whatever y’all are doin’, it will bring you even more clientele. A one stop shop. They’ll trust you because Kash is under my umbrella, and he can vouch for me. Cain and I recruited Kash. We hand-picked him from the streets. You ain’t gotta trust me, but you know how Kash rolls.”
The guy was quiet for a bit. Then, he could hear him exhaling, as if he were smoking.
“You mean to tell me you’ll give up a prime trap house over in Glencliff, give us the property free ’nd clean, and let us have access to your big baller clients if they want something to add to their ‘little package,’ so to speak? You bet not be fuckin’ wit’ me. Are you serious, man?”
“Yes, I’m serious. You deal wit’ the two motherfuckers who decided to touch and agree, Matthew 18:19, on my brother’s body, which also sends aCLEARmessage that the shit that happened to Paul can’t ever go down again, or there will be dire consequences, and we’re square. I need to get in that prison, in the bowels of it, and obviously I can’t. I’m not an inmate, but some of your comrades are.”
“When you want this done?”
“Move your crew in tomorrow night. I want the MS-13s to see you takin’ over a spot that’s mine, and I want them to also see you co-mingling with my crew. Word will get back to the prison that we’re united, and they’ll be concerned, but not prepared. That’ll buy a little time for Cain, so they won’t jump on him again as soon as they can. They’re first going to try to figure out what’s going on, because they don’t want any trouble with y’all. If we join forces, it’s a win-win situation. You have the spot, with my blessing, and my financial backing. Now, I typically move my property around, but that particular one is safe because the police don’t give a shit about it. It’s not in one of the more well-to-do areas, if you will. Ain’t no way you can refuse this. It’s a peach deal. A ready-made trained crew to assist you, too… You all will work in tandem because it’s the same area. I need y’all to become acquainted, but remember, it’s just business. I’ve already discussed this in depth with Kash. He knows what’s up. You will only have to report to him, like I said, and you know he won’t do you wrong. He’s blood, and he’s been down since day one.”
“Judge is tellin’ the truth,” Kash spoke up. “He wants us to join forces. Y’all fix them mothafuckas that jumped on Cain, help keep him protected while he’s incarcerated, from everybody that might try ’nd get a piece of him, and that’s all y’all need to do. Claim him. Judge is offering you all of this, for his brother’s safety. You’ll have access to two of his prime contacts for distribution, too. Man out of Denver, and another in Colombia. Judge got people all over the fuckin’ country and internationally, man. He’s going to step back and let us take a hundred percent of the profit for that location. All we gotta do is call ol’ boy, and he’ll handle the rest. That spot alone brings in over two million dollars a year, man, because it goes out of state, too.”
“How do I know we can trust his crew though? Most of them are still a bunch of White mothafuckas. Y’all White people stick together.”
“El Money, race ain’t got shit to do with it. Judge is so damn organized, most of the people he works with are professionals in this shit, man. He’s selective. He trained me himself—him and Cain. I can teachy’allsome shit. Cain is only in prison because he blew two White boys away. It ain’t have shit to do with the game, or he’d be out in the streets right fuckin’ now. It ain’t just luck that I been doin’ this for so long and I’m still alive, man, and only been to jail once since with Jude. Judge taught me how to stop bein’ a street hustler, a dime bag man, and how toreallymove some dope and stay off the radar. He slick wit’ it, and I worked with Paul and this crew for years. They solid. All the rumors y’all heard about this man are true. He ain’t scared of shit. He mo’e gangsta than many, and he knows how to keep his mouth shut.”
The man’s brain wheels had to be spinning. Kash was an excellent salesman, if he said so himself.
“Yeah, but race is important, Kash. Judge got that White man privilege. This shit is risky because it ain’t our beef. Our Black asses? Shit… it’ll be a whole different story. The cops give him chances, while they give us bracelets, if we’re lucky, or a bullet to the head if we’re not.”
“Don’t matter what privilege he got. When it comes to this game, the only color mothafuckas see is green. He got the police paid off, man. Now how many of us can do that on our own ’round here? He already did all the work. All we gotta do is slide in. It’s like a sexy bitch, lyin’ there waitin’ to get fucked. Judge took care of the foreplay. Now she’s wet, hot and ready. We can make this bread together.”
“All of this because your brother got his ass beat?”
“Cain can take a fuckin’ ass whoopin’, so no, that’s not it at all. They’re going to kill him next time he says no, and let’s pretend for a second that he says yes when confronted again. The extortion will never stop because my brother is in there for life. This time, it’ll be ten grand; next time, it’ll be twenty. Cain isn’t going to let that happen. I know my brother. He will fight. He will tell them to suck their own dicks, and then, he’ll be killed. Period. Not only that, they’ll be comin’ for me again, too. It will go on, and on, and on. This is the only language they understand. Bloodshed. I have no problem with them targeting me. I can handle myself. It’s when they go after others I care about that things get real. THIS SHIT STOPS NOW.”
“I know blood is thicka than water, my nigga, and you White mothafuckas stay on code, but this seems a littletoogenerous…” El Money was definitely suspicious, and Judge understood his hesitation. After all, loyalty was rare nowadays.
“Nah, the price is right. They’ve tried to steal from me for the past few years,” Jude explained. “When Cain got locked up, they thought they had courtside advantage, and found out fast that wasn’t the case. I’ve got all of those properties surrounded, 24/7. I’ve gotten into several altercations over the years. First, they tried to buy me out. Then, they tried to use their squares to snitch to the cops. Once they realized none of that was working, they tried to come after me head on, and I picked one of ’em off. Then another. And another. And another. This final attempt was them goin’ to get my main chef. They knew that would hurt me because it cuts into my money, plus, I treat my members like family. I take that shit personally.”
He took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. “I’m not even askin’ you to touch the one who handed down the orders to attack Paul and my brother. That special spot is reserved forme. You just make sure my brother is straight while he’s behind those bars, adopt him like a play cousin, and that very well may be for the rest of his life if a miracle doesn’t happen, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“This shit is wild…” The guy burst out laughing. “If it wasn’t for Kash, I would think you was tryna get us in a snare, but I know he don’t chop it up like that. Judge, I don’t know you personally, but I’ve heard a lot about you and your brother, man. Y’all some crazy mothafuckas, some respected O.G.s, and your operation is tip top, plus y’all don’t hesitate to do that body drop. I want in on this. Yeah… No problem… no problem. Cain got help on the way. Consider that shit settled. We got the information, and we understand the mothafuckin’ assignment. Point blank, period. GD’s walkin’ wit’ the mothafuckin’ Judge!” he roared. “Let’s get it…”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Judge’s Ruling
“It’s funny yousay that Eli, about feeling like an oddball and no one understands you. I really feel like only my Aunt Blue really got me.” Iris smiled sadly as she walked hand in hand with Eli around the perimeter of the adult living center. It was a beautiful day with a mellow temperature and a nice, even breeze. And the exercise felt good, too. “So, I was and still am pretty close to her. She’s my mama’s sister.”
“Whaaat… about… yoooour pair-rents?”
“Well, my daddy died in a truckin’ accident. He was a truck driver. Real good man. My mother, well, she’s a real quiet lady. Shy. She’s sweet… but she and I are quite different I’m sure you see from that description.” She chuckled, and he smiled. He seemed genuinely interested in what she was telling him. “We see the world different, I guess you could say.”
“Do you… get… a…long?”
“Mmm hmm. Sure do. Our relationship is fine, but we are just two different people, like I said.”
“How… are you… dif-frent? Yooou say… she’s shy… You… seem… shy… some…times… too.”
She tried to find the words to make a complicated situation make sense. “I’m not really shy, Eli. I am sometimes quiet because I like to listen and observe folks before speakin’. Mama is content stayin’ at home and reading the Good Book. I like to go out and mingle, talk to people. I love talkin’ to my customers, for instance, at Kroger. Some of ’em I know all about. We talk about their kids or grandkids, celebrity gossip, thangs like that. My mama would never engage in conversation all willy-nilly like that.
