Chronicles of crooklyn, p.5
Chronicles of Crooklyn, page 5
Growing up, Haz had wanted to be just like his big brother but he wasn’t as smooth with his game and he couldn’t get the ladies to throw him the pussy the way they tossed it at Slick neither.
Compared to the bull muscles that Slick was packing, Haz was un-athletic and on the pudgy side. They were both street niggas to the bone, but Big Slick was smarter and well respected on the streets while Crazy Haz was feared and had a rep as a grimeball nigga.
Haz was the leader of a crew of stick-up kids who ran around like gladiators in Brownsville, East New York, and Canarsie. They jammed or extorted anybody who looked like they had some money or some product. As a get-money nigga Big Slick was far from a punk himself and he could definitely handle his own. But even the come-up hungry wolves were too leery to test him because they knew how dirty his crazy brother Haz played the game.
“Yo w’sup bro, what’s going on wit’chu,” Big Slick said as he grinned and gave his little bro a hug and showed him some love.
“Ain’t shit, Slick. I’m chillin,” Haz responded, sniffing and shifting his eyes back and forth.
Right off the cuff Big Slick smelled the aroma of Kush mixed with burnt cocaine on his brother’s clothes. Haz’s eyes were bloodshot and slightly glazed over.
“Yo, you smoking them dirties again huh nigga? Got you lookin all crazy in the face and shit. You crazy-dumb for fucking with that shit!” Big Slick said, mad that his brother had showed up around his kids high as a fuckin light bill to try and talk some business.
“Fuck you mean?” Haz bucked, swaying on his feet and looking more fucked up the more he talked. “Yeah, I’m high. So what? I do what the fuck I wanna do nigga! You ain’t my pops muh’fucka!”
Big Slick based on him. “Naw nigga I ain’t ya raggedy-ass daddy! I’m Big Bro that’s who the fuck I am! I ain’t one of them lil dope heads you be getting dusted with so watch ya tone in my crib nigga! Now let’s roll to the kitchen so we can talk, a’ight?”
Haz nodded, then paused to step into the living room for a quick second. “Happy birthday, Lil Slick,” he said. He reached down in his pocket and pulled out a twenty, then he gave it to his oldest nephew with a hug and some dap.
As the two men headed towards the kitchen, Kea turned up the music and got out a bag of silver Jax and a rubber ball so she could entertain the kids while their dad and uncle talked in private.
“Yo Slick, I need five ounces of that girl from you, just to show this nigga over in Marcus Garvey that I got the product before I stick his ass. I’ll give it right back to you, word is life,” Haz pleaded, whispering to his brother in an anxious tone.
Big Slick shook his head. “Hell naw. I ain’t fuckin with you like that Haz. Not for nothing. Last time I loaned you some work you was supposed to bring it right back too, nigga. Bad thing is, you didn’t even take it and flip it, you just fucked the package up.”
“Man, shit happens!” Haz exploded. “I hold you down in these streets, nigga! I keep the wolves offa yo ass, boy! Now when I need a little help right-quick you mister high-and-fuckin-mighty?” screamed Haz, who was trembling with hot rage. The weed mixed with the cocaine fueled his deep-seated jealousy of his brother and allowed him to totally dismiss the fact that he really had fucked up the last package that Big Slick had given him.
“Yeah, nigga you must be high,” Big Slick spit as he scowled at his baby brother. “Who the fuck you think schooled you on this game in the first place? I hold myself down out here, little nigga! You ain’t grinding for yours! You just out there robbing and stealing from niggas who tryna make a lil change to feed they families! I’m a hustla baby, and my gun bang just like yours do! I don’t need you for shit, and you ain’t getting shit from me. Period!”
The verbal lashing from his big brother was too much for Haz to take. In his cocaine-warped mind Big Slick owed it to him, and everybody under the sun who breathed air and owed him anything had to pay the fuck up. Brother or no brother.
“Well fuck you then nigga, ante-up!” Haz shrieked as he reached in his waistband and pulled out a .38 long-nose and cocked the hammer back. “We mighta came outta the same pussy but I want that work nigga, or I’ma dead you up in this bitch!”
Above the sounds of the music Kea heard the commotion and paused with a handful of Jax in her palm. She set them down on the floor and began to focus her attention on the conversation going down in the kitchen.
“I’ma tell you what’s gonna happen right now,” Big Slick said in a calm, but firm voice. “You gonna put that gun down, apologize to me, and then get the fuck outta my crib right fuckin now before I make you swallow that shit! And you ain’t getting so much as a nickel bag from me you ungrateful fuck!”
BANG!!! BANG!!!
Two shots rang out and Big Slick flew backwards against the stove and crashed down hard.
In the living room, Kea shrieked and dove on top of all six kids, covering them with her body.
Crazy Haz stood over Big Slick in the kitchen, wild-eyed and frightened at the sight of what he’d just done. He was in a state of shock and confusion. The drugs had his head spinning and he paced back and forth as he watched the only brother he had gasp desperately for air with two bloody holes slowly darkening his chest.
“I told you to gimme the damn work nigga!” Haz cried out in regret. “Look what the fuck you made me do, Slick! FUCK! Why you had to try to play me like that, man? I told you…I told you…I told your fuckin ass…” Haz muttered desperately as he watched his brother’s life fade away.
“YOU MOTHAFUCKKAAA!!” came a roar from the doorway. “I’LL KILL YOUUU,” Kea screamed as she charged into the kitchen and jumped on Hassan’s back. In a rabid frenzy she scratched and clawed and bit at every part of him that she could get a hold of.
Haz twisted and turned violently for a few seconds until he flipped her over and she landed hard on the floor.
“You stupid bitch! I ain’t never liked your narrow ass anyway!” he spit as he raised his leg in the air and brought his size fourteen boot down square in the middle of Kea’s face.
SPLAT!
Kea’s nose broke instantly. A stream of blood and snot exploded from her nostrils as she reflexively reached for her face and tried to take cover.
Haz began viciously kicking and punching her around the small kitchen. He bounced her petite frame off the cabinets, the table, and the refrigerator too.
Lil Slick jumped up from the living room floor where his mother had left him and peeked into the kitchen at the carnage that was taking place.
“You fucking slut!” his uncle was screaming as he kicked his mother around like a football. “This shit is all your fault! You turned my brother against me you fuckin tramp! I’ma dead ya dumb ass just like I did him, hoe!”
Haz gripped Kea by the hair and swung her around in an arc. Her head cracked against the kitchen sink like a metal bat slamming a baseball into homerun land. Immediately she went limp and slumped to the floor, blacked completely out.
Kea stayed cloaked in merciful darkness for long, long minutes, and when she awoke she could barely move.
The pain radiating throughout her body was almost unbearable, but somehow she managed to crawl over to a chair and pull herself up to her knees, and then to her feet.
She glanced around in a daze. Blood was smeared all over the kitchen like wet red paint. She looked down and saw Big Slick sprawled out on the floor nearby, bullet holes dotting his chest and his dead eyes opened wide.
Kea’s battered face crumpled in grief as she dropped to the floor again and reached toward her man, but a scream from the living room snatched her attention and caused her adrenaline to kick into over-drive.
She climbed to her feet and limped out of the kitchen, holding on to the walls to keep herself upright. When she turned the corner she froze in her tracks and then gasped in breathtaking shock.
All six of the kids lay sprawled out across the living room floor. Blood was splattered everywhere and each of them had multiple stab wounds all over their tiny bodies. Samira, Samille, Samir II, and Samika, were all laying side-by-side, deathly still.
To Kea’s horror, Haz was crouching over an injured and struggling Lil Slick, muscling the boy down and jabbing at him with the sharp tip of a butcher knife.
Her heart stopped. She threw her head back and shrieked in pain as she watched Haz extract the blade from her baby’s stomach. Lil Slick gasped and tried to fight him off and Haz laughed and plunged the blade deeply into his chest. Kea’s nose gushed blood as tears of rage and grief streamed from her eyes.
“Noooo…”
Haz looked up and eyed Kea wobbling with her bruised hands outstretched toward the bloody children.
“Noooo…” she moaned again as Lil Slick’s small body shuddered and went limp under his uncle’s assault. “My babies…nooooo…not my babies!”
“Shut up, bitch,” Haz muttered with madness in his eyes. “You know the fuckin drill,” he spit as he glared down at his bloodied firstborn nephew then dug his fingers in the boy’s pocket and took his twenty dollars back. “I’m laying every fuckin body down! Lottie-dottie and every fuckin body’s gotta go!”
Hassan raised the knife in the air to stab Lil Slick again. Bloodied but unbroken, Kea growled deep in her throat. She glared at him from murderous eyes and her entire body trembled with the vicious rage of a mother bear.
With nothing but her teeth and fingernails to use as a weapon, she crouched down low and made a swift, desperate lunge toward him.
Crazy Haz grinned as he watched his brother’s bitch advance on him like a beast. Her arms were extended like hammers. Her fingers were curved and reached for him like claws. She was almost upon him before he drew his heat and cocked the hammer. Still grinning, he pulled the trigger and shot her once. Square between the eyes.
$$$$$
Boom!!!
“Slick! Slick! Wake up. You were dreaming, baby. You’re safe, honey. It was just a dream!”
Slick’s eyes flew open. The haunting sounds of a fading gunshot echoed in his ears and the sight of his mother’s dead body swam in his vision.
Right away his fingers flew to his chest, groping and feeling for the knife wounds and the bubbling hot blood. He grimaced and bit back the force of the twenty-year-old screams that were trying to burst from his lips.
Slick struggled to sit up. Every muscle in his body was twisted up tight on a spring, and the blanket underneath him was soaked in hot, terrified sweat.
Jewelz Jordan, the only female member of the Zip ’em up Crew, was crouched down on the sofa beside him. Dressed in a body-hugging sheer white negligee, she pressed her warm hand over the thick scar on his chest as she scooted up closer to him and whispered softly in his ear.
“It’s okay, Slick. Calm down. You were dreaming, baby,” she said as she kissed the pulse that throbbed in his temple.
Slick’s chest heaved up and down and Jewelz continued to soothe him. “It was just a dream,” she whispered. “Calm down, baby. It was just a dream.”
Slick let out a long deep sigh as he journeyed back to the present. He looked around at the stylish glass-and-marble crib. He was in Money-Making Manhattan. He had come home with Jewelz after the hit last night. She was holding him in her arms and her sweet voice felt like a rope being tossed to a drowning man. He stared up into her beautiful brown eyes and fought against the memories as he tried to pull his shit together.
“C’mon, Slick. Relax, king,” Jewelz whispered again as she ran her fingers over the muscles bulging on his chest. She slid them down his hard stomach and under the waistband of his boxers, and she woulda dipped them even lower and gone straight for the dick, but Slick grabbed her hand and squeezed her fingers tight.
Jewelz was a real special chick and she knew him better than most people ever would, but she had that shit wrong. It wasn’t just a dream and she knew it. Nah, this shit was his reality. It was the story of his fuckin life. The life that murderous monster Crazy Haz had left him with.
Jewelz’s hot lips were on his neck now. Sucking up a storm. Her soft tongue teased his ear. She slid her toned thigh across his body and straddled him, her thick meaty ass a nice firm weight pressing down on his groin.
“Lemme help you forget,” she whispered as she leaned forward and rocked her hips on top of his. She pressed her stiff nipples to his bare chest and moaned. “I swear I can make all them nightmares disappear and go away in a heartbeat, Slick. I can help you forget everything that happened that day baby. At least for a little while…”
Jewelz’s soft body felt like a warm puddle of chocolate goodness in his arms and Slick felt his manhood responding to her frantic thrusts. Pulling her closer, they kissed and humped on each other feverishly as their groins collided and strained to lock. Jewelz stuck out her tongue and left a streak of wetness across his chest as she licked and sucked his nipples. Easing up, she reached between their bodies and gently guided Slick’s rigid dick outta the peephole in the front of his boxers. She squeezed the swollen crown and ran her fingers up and down the length of his pretty wood and gripped its thickness as it throbbed in the palm of her hand.
Slick groaned. He slid his hand between her toned legs and swiped at her hot pussy. The fabric of her crotch was soaking wet and a puddle of sweet juice coated his fingers.
Purring like a kitten as she bit down gently on his nipple, Jewelz rotated her hips and grinded her snatch greedily on his hand. Pulling her crotch aside, Slick inserted his middle finger deeply into the hot cave of her pussy, then he quickly withdrew it and rubbed her sweet honey all over her swollen clit.
Jewelz yelped and clamped down hard with her inner muscles as Slick dove back in and finger-fucked her with long strokes. She shivered on top of him as she rocked her hips back and forth in excruciating pleasure.
“Slick!” she panted as she rotated her groin and clenched and flexed her thick ass-cheeks. In a haze of delight she reached up and squeezed her bulging breasts and rubbed and pinched her aching nipples. With his stiff finger plunging in and out of her wetness and her own hands stroking sparks straight outta her nipples, Jewelz knew she could mess around and cum just like that. But she didn’t want to. She wanted the whole damn package. She wanted to make love. She wanted to be wrapped in Slick’s arms. She wanted to feel him pounding that meat up inside her. She reached between them and grabbed his wrist and thrust her hips to his rhythm and whispered, “Come get this shit, baby. Yeah…this your pussy, Slick. This shit is all yours…”
Her voice fell over him like a bucket of cold water. In an instant Slick withdrew his finger from her sucking tunnel. He licked her dripping juices from his hand and then ran his palms over the mounds of her beautiful brown ass and up her slim waist. He thumbed Jewelz’s plump breasts and cupped her under her arms, and then he gently lifted her up off of him and set her aside on the couch.
“What’s up?” Jewelz panted looking puzzled in the face. Her breath was coming quickly as her chest rose and fell. “What’s wrong?”
Slick shook his head and she saw the problem shining right in his eyes.
“Mannnnn!” Jewelz slapped her hand down on her thigh and whined. “C’mon now, Slick!” she spit with mad exasperation. “Every time we get started on a lil something you find a damn reason to stop. Boy look at your dick! That shit is bricked up to the max! You can’t tell me you don’t want none of this!”
Ignoring the disappointment in her eyes, Slick sat up on the sofa and swung his bare feet down to the floor. He stood up looking tall and diesel and sporting thick chocolate wood that was popping veins everywhere.
Guiding his erection back into his drawers, he glanced over his shoulder at Jewelz. She had folded her legs up under her and was perched on the sofa looking like a slender, sexy cat. The two of them went way back. Back to better and worse days. That look of love in her eyes told their whole damn story. It was a story of life and of death. Of pissy projects and of heartbreaking passion. It was a story of guns and a story of roses. It was time for him to go.
“So once again you gonna get me wet and jet, huh?” Jewelz sucked her teeth. “Hold up, don’t go nowhere yet. I got some fish sticks in the freezer. You want me to fix you some with a bowl of buttery grits and scrambled eggs before you roll?”
Slick heard the longing in her voice as he let his hungry eyes roam over her cinnamon gorgeousness. She looked fuckin delicious. Jewelz was the perfect piece of chocolate eye-candy and some day the right dude was gonna eat her sexy ass straight the fuck up.
Slick put his hand on his dick.
“Nah. I’m good. I gotta break out. Gotta get back to Brooklyn.”
Jewelz still looked disappointed but Slick knew she’d get over it. She always did. His shit was raw and complicated. He had never promised no female a tomorrow because a tomorrow wasn’t promised to him. The only thing he was built for was that fuck ‘em and forget ‘em, every-now-and-then type of shit. That’s just the way he rolled.
Silently, he strode across the living room in his boxers. His body was brolick and well-formed, and his large muscles flexed as he picked up his bag. He pulled out his traveling clothes; some wrinkled army pants, a raggedy shirt, and a pair of pigeon-shit covered boots, and got dressed.
Crossing the room again, he stuffed last night’s work gear, including the burgundy vest and the shiny black valet shoes, deep inside his bag. Without looking back, he pulled his peasy-haired wig and his crazy bird cap down low on his head and dipped.
CHAPTER 4
Oh So Sly!
In the era of street thugs who gave less than a fuck about the lessons of the past, Sly McFly was an Original Gangsta who had reached an age where he had forgotten more than the young’uns of today would ever learn.
Mister McFly, as he liked to be called, puffed on a Cuban cigar as he relaxed in the backseat of his cocaine-white Audi A8 luxury sedan and enjoyed being chauffeured down the harsh urban streets of Jamaica, Queens.
