SEX,MONEY AND MURDER PT.8 (A STORY BY KING PEN)

After seein Jones get in the truck, along with him implying about my cousin, it was enough for me to know that he was the black man in the white range Taye had been seein around his house. I felt like putting my cousin on to game was the right thing to do but I wasn't sure if it was the smart thing to do. Taye was still young and often acted on impulse rarely thinking about the consequences of his acts until he's actually faced wit em. The last thing I needed is this nigga goin off sayin or doin something stupid that could I could possible have to pay for as well as himself. I figured that with Taye going to basketball camp in a few days, I wanted him to be focused on just that and tellin him right off back would probably be a bad idea. I figured I would wait for a minute, besides if Det.Jones had really wanted to confront Taye he would have, and if he really wanted his autograph he could have gotten it personally, only then the value of his signature would probably be worthless.

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When I pulled up to Taye house my aunt Gloria was out front doin some lawn work. The street was lined with freshly painted or sided homes with 2 to 4 stall garages, perfectly landscaped yards and relatively new vehicles. My aunt stayed in a pretty modest neighborhood and with her being one of the few blacks around she felt she had no room to slack on her home and its appearance. My aunt Gloria was my mothers younger sister and kinda had been like a mother to me after my mom had overdosed on heroin when I was younger. My aunt Gloria actually resembled my mom a lot and was often told so by many people. She said after seein how the drugs had done my mom and the effect they had on her she vowed to never go that route. She often credits some of her accomplishment to my mother, as being her motivation to wantin to do the right thing and strive for more out of life. Taye was my aunts only child as well as I was my mothers. After Taye's father and my aunt got a divorce she was forced to raise him alone and didn't often let many men get to close to him. I guess She figured she would fuck em and send em home because my aunt Gloria had a thing for married men or men that was already in a relationship after her husband left her for another woman. I think she felt like in some strange way it was playback for the woman fucking with her husband. I guess she figured an eye for an eye, or in her case an heart for a heart. If these hoes are going to fuck my husband then I have no problem fucking theirs was her newly established attitude. She just couldn't understand what would make her husband violate their bond and her trust. She was beautiful,intelligent.drivin, as well as strong and motivational but every rose have itz thornz and like they say, there's nothing worse than a woman scorned. " What's up aunt Glo? Where yo big head son?" I said askin two questions at once. " Oh! Boy you scarred me!" my aunt replied as he got from off her knees and turned to face me. "I didn't even hear you come up, you know those new cars are quiet!" she joked. "Not much up though for a old geezer such as myself she cracked, what's up with you youngster?" she asked. " Ssshhhoot! You givin more then half of these young chicks a run for they money! If I wasn't yo nephew -! I playfully said causing a smile to form on her still youthful face. Is Taye in the house? I asked. " I don't know where that boy at, he's been gone all day." Oh you know Taye is going to camp monday so im gonna bbq and have a lil surprise going away party for him on saturday!" " Make sure you come over and make sure you don't tell him before then because like I said he don't know yet!" Ok I won't! I assured her and then left.

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I figured since it was Wednesday and I had two days to wait for the results to the polygraph test, that wold be more than enough time to sell the little coke I had stashed right before the drought, If anything popped off ithe money would be more useful than the coke. The last time I copped my connect had informed me that it was about to get pretty dry on the flow of coke into the city due to a major bust that had took place. A truck was stopped as soon as it crossed state lines and was said to have contained over 300 pds of coke and 100 pds of weed. I brought as much weight as my money could stand and put 9 ounces to the side just for when the drought took place. I knew by havin a little coke when the drought hit, that I could stretch the drugs as well as up my prices and still wouldn't have a problem selling it. I called my right hand man Tee and told him I was on my way by his spot. I stopped at the store grabbed a bottle of moet rosě and a box of baking soda, then went to grab the work and was on my way to my mans house. When I made it to Tee house I was greeted by his lil sister who was out in the front yard playin. "Tommy in the house!" she cheerfully stated. I found Tee in his room getting his dick sucked by some chick who seemed to be good at what she does. Both of em was so caught up in what they where doin that they didn't even notice me standing in the doorway. Babygirl was making slurppin sounds on Tee dick as she bobbed her head up and down while Tee layed back with his eyes closed makin gruntin sounds. "Caught slipping wit yo pants down like every fool that's a freak!" I calmly stated, takin them both out of their lil zone. "Nigga put yo dick up, bring your lil sister inside and put her in her room with a bowl of ice cream and the remote so we can get down to biz! I said. "Nigga you come in here callin shots like this yo spot" Tee spat back half jokingly. "Oh yea and 1 more thing!" I replied. What's that? Tee asked. "Get rid of your company. "Nigga fuck you, get yo ass outta here, give me a minute!" he shot back. Yea ok, im sure that's all you gonna need anyways judging from the skills I seen babygirl display! I gave baby girl my signature wink and left out the room. I went outside and got Tee lil sister, made her a bowl of ice cream and conned her into stayin in her room with a 5 dollar bill, by that time Tee was showin babygirl out.
" Call me later he reasoned,Imma wear dat azz out tonight" he said as he smacked her thick but firm azz on her way out the door.
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With the water already boiling on the stove I crushed the 250 grams of coke up and mixed it with 200 grams of soda into a large pyrex jar. I was about to stretch the 9 ounces to as close to a half of  a brick as I could get. "Pop that bottle"! I told Tee while he sat at table rollin up a blunt of dat sticky shit. "Nigga you about to whip the shit outta dat work aint you!" Tee said followed by a light laugh and a thick cloud of smoke. "Hell yea, and im taxin you niggas! I said sarcastically." Nigga I aint worried about you taxin niggas because I know you gone bless yo boy wit good numbers!" Naw nigga, im charging you more! I joked. Fuck you Tee spat back while he passed me the blunt. Nigga why the fuck you aint showed me how to dry cook that shit yet? I see you got a different technique! Tee stated. Because I don't need you nigga tryin to copy my style, so give me 5 feet youngin! I shot back in a joking mannar but serious as a heart attack. You know this shit gone sell like hot cakes, so what you gon do then? Tee asked." Shit I don't know, that's half of the reason I came over here, so we can kick it about what you spoke on earlier!" "Oh yea! Now datz a good look kid" 18.5 for a brick right now is like love baby" Tee said, tryin to sell the idea even more but I wasn't buyin into it that ez. "Well a nigga only savin $3,500 on each brick" i informed. "Yea, when its not a drought"! Tee quickly responded. He was right, wit it being a drought,that was sure to raise the prices on any coke that made it into the city. With it being dry, any smart nigga sellin brickz was gonna put some yeast on their prices as well as I would have. "Ok, lets do some math! Lets just say niggas wanted 25 g'z instead of the regular 22 then you would be saving $6,500 on each key $13,000 on 2 and so on" Tee stated, pointing out the obvious. I stood at the stove over the pyrex jar sitting in boiling pot of water with a butter knife in hand. I consistently maneuvered my wrist in a quick circular motion as I mixed up the batter to my deadly desert. I sat and thought for a minute, the air in the kitchen was filled with conversation of money, eagerness,uncertainty,weed smoke and the fumes from the cocaine that had transformed from its powder to a liquid type form.I was inhaling em all witch don't cause for a good mix. My boy Tee seemed eager while I on the other hand felt uncertain and skeptical. I never been wit trafficking , well atleast not out of state but I knew that crossing state lines wit product is a federal offense. I thought to myself about how I haven't been blessing Tee like I wish I could have, but if this nigga peoples is really brick layerz, why haven't he been fucking wit em instead of playin robin to my batman. I figured 1 of the two things to be true, either he was loyal, or somebody was lying. I vigorously spun the butter knife in the oils while Tee got a large bowl and filled it with a tray of ice and water. When I pulled the butter knife out the mix, the oils on the knife instantly got hard witch indicated that my cake was done baking and ready for a cool down. I placed the pyrex jar inside the bowl of cold water, took a sip from the half drunken bottle of moet and said, "you gotta ask yourself, is the reward worth the sacrifice?" Exhaling the weed smoke through his nose Tee looked at me and said " only chances make champions!" He had a point but I figured it was better to carefully choose the chances I took rather then take a careless chance then later have to suffer the consequence. I know the catchin come before the hanging so I gave more thought into the idea over another blunt and the rest of the bottle of moet witch could've never been a smart idea seein to how weed and alcohol both impairs your thinkin. I knew that if I was gonna really go through with this shit, I would have to thoroly think it through without weed and alcohol being apart of the equation. From sitting in the iced water, the cocaine had now turned from a liqid to a solid form. I took the butter knife and pried the thick cookie shaped object out of the pyrex witch was cocaine that was now transformed to crack. Tee came out of room with a digital scale and dollar signs in his eyes and said," yea boy! Datz what in talkin about!" I placed the thick crack cookie on the scale and the screen read 444 grams I was good wit numbers so I quickly assessed it to be 18 24gram oz and a 12 gram half. I sold my boy Tee 4 and a half oz for $2,700 witch ended up being talked down to 25 after Tee cried about how he just sat right here wit me while I whipped it up and turned 9 oz to 18. I had the math already worked out in my head. I would sell the remainder of the work at 800 a zone witch would allow me to make $16,000 off it plus addin the $2,500 Tee spent, and I would make $18,500. I thought about how off of this 9piece alone it would be exactly enough to buy one of those birds from my boy peoples but I didn't want to count my chickens before my eggs hatched. I told Tee I would get back at him about takin the trip after I move the rest of the work and get the results from the polygraph test. Tee started to ask me about what was goin on with that motel shit but I quickly blew it off as nothing major just some mixed up shit. I knew it was starting to seem like it was turnin into something major but I didn't wanna acknowledge it at the moment. Tee and I were both threw off by his little sister standing in the kitchen door with chocolate ice cream dried to her face and a empty bowl. "My stomach hurt!" she said in a whining tone. Then her eyes widened when she looked at the dope in each sandwich bag sitting on the table and pointed then said. "Ooohh! I want some candy"! Im thought to myself. Naw trust me, this aint the type of candy you want.

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