Tamed: Wisdom&Dog(prequel to UNTAMED), Ashon Thadon [i read book .TXT] 📗

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the meeting of two hoods

“I hate this movie shit.”

Damien Xavier Michaels. Aka DOG, looked across from the passenger side window of the black Ford Explorer he was in. He spotted the three youngsters who were selling drugs on his boss, ICM, block. They were all draped in hoodies and blue jeans but the leader was the only one that had on shades. It was nighttime so that’s what puzzled the heartless killer as he looked on but stupid people do stupid things. The way Xavier figured it, the guy was stupid anyway for going against the grain and hustling on a block claimed by the Ice Cream Man.

“What you said?” the driver of the Explorer, Raymond, said beside him.

“This is some old movie shit,” Xavier repeated in his scruffy voice. “I mean we got to come all the way up here because this niggas want to pump on our block. I mean come on. Isn’t this done to death? Ain’t we put enough fear in this niggas’ hearts so we don’t have to do this?”

“Obviously not,” Travis said from the backseat of the jeep.

Xavier rubbed his bald head and adjusted the vanity mirror above the dashboard to look at his face. His eyes were bloodshot but he wasn’t high of off marijuana nor was he drunk. It was tiredness. He was ICM’s enforcer and just like a city cop, he had to enforce the law. The law of the streets, that is. And rule number one is nobody moves weight unless ICM gets a cut. If you not working for ICM, then you working against him. ICM was like the government. You worked to pay homage to him. If you didn’t do that then you didn’t work.

“Why didn’t you let one of the little niggas handle this?” Travis inquired.

“Cause they’ll fuck it up and make the block hot,” Xavier replied. “You know how these hotheaded kids are. Quick to bust but not quick to think.”

“So how we going to do this?” Raymond asked taking a puff of his Newport cigarette.

“Easy,” Xavier said. “We just talk to them and tell them what it is. If they don’t respond in kind then we take it to the next level.”

“I don’t know,” Raymond reiterated shaking his head. “The nigga wears shades at night. You got to figure a motherfucker ain’t wrapped too tight if he wearing sunglasses with no sun around.”

“What kind of shoes he’s wearing?” Xavier asked.

“Can’t tell from here,” Raymond said squinting his eyes. “Jordans’, I think.”

“The new ones?” Xavier asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, the retros,” Travis answered.

“Shit, he may be the leader of the group but he’s not the boss,” Xavier gathered. “Niggas getting money don’t wear retros but I’ll look into that.”

‘So you want to find out who he pumping for and get at him too?” Travis asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Xavier replied. “Either pay in tribute…”

“Or pay in blood,” Raymond finished.

“Okay, let’s clock in,” Xavier said putting on his black leather gloves.

Raymond took out the radio console from the dash board and pulled out two shiny guns from the opening. He tossed one to Travis and kept one for himself. He then put the radio console back in its place on the dashboard.

“Got my time card,” Travis stated snapping back the level of the black chromed Glock .45 he now had in his possession. Raymond had a similar one snuggly in his hand as well.

“Pass me my time card stamp,” Xavier said.

Travis reached on the floor and passed Xavier a saw offed Mossberg shotgun.

“Ready?” Xavier asked his crew.

“Can I get a lunch break?” Travis asked.

“Sure I just need to see the paperwork to make sure I don’t want the same lunch time,” Xavier stated.

Travis chuckled and shook his head.

“Let’s put the sign on the door,” Xavier said reaching for the lever on the side door. “The store is open.”

Xavier got out the vehicle and his partners followed suit.

The three hooligans were still standing in front of the bodega store like they did not have a care in the world. They were told when they first started hustling drugs on that block that ICM had claim on it and that nobody moves on it unless they have a permit. However, Leon, the leader of the small click believed since he was working for Big Luke, nobody would dare touch him or even think about moving him. Big Luke was just as a big deal as ICM was if not, in Leon’s eyes, bigger. The two drug lords coexisted by not going into each other turfs but the block that Big Luke had put Leon on wasn’t making any money. So he figure he just move to another block that was, plain and simple. Besides he been on the block for three days and nobody stepped to him yet.

The bodega owner was already on ICM’s payroll but when the new crew came in and stated they were running things now, he didn’t know where to turn. ICM gave him word the situation would be handled. The owner thought ICM was going to have the workers that were already on the block handle it but he was surprised when he saw the other hustlers that work for ICM disappear from the block. The owner was beginning to think that ICM really let a new unit come and take his spot. He didn’t know that was far from the truth. ICM had rules and order. One of those rules is if you hustle, you don’t shoot and vice versa. Let killers handle the killing shit and let hustlers handle the hustling shit was how ICM put it. When you tried to combine the two, that’s when problems start. ICM credited himself on getting to the top by always thinking ahead. The minute you stop thinking about what the next person is going to do, that’s when that person does it. ICM prided himself on strategy. You always have to prepare for the next move. That’s why he let his corner boys leave the block so business could be handled and they could go back to getting his money.

Xavier walked up to the circle of hoodlums on the corner with his boys in tow. Xavier had the shotgun in his hand resting it on his shoulder. Raymond and Travis were pulling up the rear with their arsenal ready to do damage.

The youngster with the shades on had his back to Xavier talking to his faculty.

“Yo. Shades, you got that work?” Xavier asked approaching.

“Who the fu…” Shades turned around and said but stopped short when he saw Xavier and his armed entourage.

“You got that work?” Xavier repeated.

Shades looked at the 6’4 baldheaded black man with a shottie resting on his shoulder and figured this was who was going to step to him. He knew it was only a matter of time, he was just waiting. Not to worry, he thought to himself, he had set up a contingency plan. He had set up some of his own gunners around the area to shoot the first person that showed they didn’t like the new operation. Plus he and his boys had guns on them in case something jumped off so he wasn’t worried. Shades just looked at the man with the shotgun like he was crazy.

Shades’ boys were about to reach for their weapons when Travis and Raymond raised their weapons shaking their heads.

“Whas good?” Shades asked. “You the welcome wagon?”

“Sure am,” Xavier said stepping right in front of Shades.

“Look I don’t think you know me, I’m…” Shades started saying but was caught short by a head butt by Xavier.

“A nigga pumping on the wrong block,” Xavier completed while Shades stepped back holding his bloody nose.

Shades’ crew again tried to reach for their weapons on their waist but stopped again when they heard the Glock .45s from Xavier’s henchmen snap back off safety.

“You on ICM block,” Xavier informed looking at Shades and his crew.

“You motherfucker,” Shades slurred. “You know who you fucking with. Big Luke will have your head.’

Xavier smiled at the name. Shades looked at the smile and was confused by it.

“Word, well send a message to Big Luke for me,” Xavier said then lowered his shotgun and smacked Shades across the face with the barrel. “You bitch ass motherfucker. You think Big Luke run this. This ain’t his block, his corner, his area, his territory, nor his turf. So technically you a trespasser posing as a renter.”

Xavier leveled his shotgun at Shades who was now on the floor holding his nose and top of his head. Blood was spewing from Shades’ mouth as he tried to talk.

“This block is already taken. Your little quote on quote killers you had posted up already got their messages. Trust me, you ain’t that smart. You don’t ever run up in any one spot without getting the layout. You think we let you push us off the block. We gave you three days to leave on your own free will. But since I have to evict you...”

“Yo, dun,” one of Shades’ posse said trying to get Xavier’s attention. All it got him was Travis knocking him on the head with the butt of his Glock.

“Don’t interrupt when the man is speaking,” Travis warned.

“As I was saying,” Xavier continued. “Since you force me to evict you…here’s your eviction notice.”

 

 

 

 

Wisdom Sinsare woke up from his sleep and looked at the lady figure lying next to him knocked out in slumber. Wisdom couldn’t believe his luck. He was looking at the young female all night in the club scheming on how to get her when she walked up to him. She even offered to buy him a drink from the bar. It didn’t surprise him though. He was son of Daddy K, well renowned ladies’ man. He had charm and swagger of an old school player and the heart of a young hustler. He was blessed with smooth curly hair but he cut into a Caesar so he can sport waves. He was caramel complexion and very toned due to his steady commitment to the gym. His light brown eyes surveyed the woman’s body and were very pleased. The dimples that appeared on both side of his face grew broader. He was pleased with the outcome of the event. He was able to get drunk and get fucked all in one setting. From the club, Wisdom and the girl skipped the after party and headed straight to the hotel. That was where he was at now rubbing his eyes as he slinked out of the queen sized bed that the hotel provided for the room.

Wisdom stepped in the bathroom and looked in the wall mirror planted above the sink. His eyes were still bloodshot from all of last night’s binge. He had a slight headache as well. Wisdom turned on the faucet and threw some cold water on his face. The woman, who he later found out to be named Ebony, had paid for the whole night until checkout time which was eleven a.m. It was only eight o’clock now