“I love you,” he said making his way back to Twon’s car.
Jon was the last one back. Kay had his 9mm and 32, Twon had his 32, Jon had two 9mm’s, Zoe had two 38’s and Don had a 45 Desert Eagle and a Tech 22 with extended clips. Cash, Darnell and Pee-Wee kept shooting in the area the boys were at as they slowly advanced. Doug was no where to be seen or heard from because he had the AK.
“What the fuck is they shooting?” Zoe wondered aloud.
“Man we got to get the fuck up out of here,” Twon said still sounding shook.
“We’ll never make it. Just let them get a little closer,” Don said.
Pee-Wee and Darnell kept shooting their carbines while every time one of the boys would stick their heads up, Cash would fire his twin Glock 45s.
“We got to spread out. We like sitting ducks,” Jon said.
They split into two groups and made their way.
“I got one coming into my view,” Zoe said ready to bust his gun.
“Let ‘em get a little bit closer and when I give the signal we’ll shoot,” Kay said.
“Ready,” Don said.
“Let ‘em get a little closer,” Jon said.
Pee-Wee and Darnell kept letting off shots as they approached.
“Now!” Kay said letting loose his 9mm.
“Fuck it!” Twon screamed letting off his two .38’s.
Don and Jon heard the shots they looked at each other and jumped up letting their guns go. Darnell caught five from the Tec 22. Bullets ripped his chest open. The twins heard shots and started seeing leaves and branches fall around them.
Don turned in the direction of the shots and emptied the rest of his clip.
“I’m out!” He shouted to Jon who started letting his baby 9’s go until Don put in his other clip.
Pee-Wee ran out of bullets and was busy changing the magazine to his carbine when Kay, Zoe and Twon popped out from behind the car and busted off in his direction. He was stunned and ended up dropping the magazine. On his knees, he was feeling for it. A bullet ripped through his right shoulder before he could reload.
“Ah-h shit!” He cried in pain.
Another bullet hit him in the left shoulder and he dropped the carbine and clumsily tried to put the magazine into the gun. He finally gave up and pulled out the Glock 9 that he had in his back. He looked up and saw three figures running at him. He slowly raised his gun and just as he was about to shoot, a bullet caught him straight in the middle of his head, killing him instantly.
Meanwhile, the boys had made their way to Darnell and was now standing over him kicking Darnell as he lay unconscious.
“What the fuck…?”Darnell said as he opened his eyes. “Please don’t kill me.” He pleaded looking up at the barrels of the guns in the hands of the twins.
“Who the fuck are you?” Don asked.
“Where the fuck you from?” Jon asked.
“I’m from Delany,” Darnell answered his hands covering his face. “They call me Dee. Cash told me he only wanted to scare y’all. We wasn’t gone kill y’all. I’ll swear.”
Don looked at his brother and pulled out his Desert Eagle.
“That’s too bad,” He said pulling the trigger and emptying the gun. The bulletproof vest that Darnell was wearing couldn’t save him from the onslaught that came down on his head.
“Now we know,” Don said to his brother as he turned to leave.
On the way back to Twon’s car, Jon stopped at his car and opened the door to see if Lynette was alright.
“What the hell took you so long?” She smiled. Jon helped her out of the car and they made it to where the rest of the crew were standing. All their dates were shaking and crying.
“I’m telling y’all that was the dude from the gym.” Don said as Jon and Lynette joined the rest.
“We got to get out of here. Everybody meet in front of the Dungeon in an hour.” Jon said looking around.
The boys and their dates hurried to the cars.
“What the fuck! Look at my shit.” Twon shouted. The driver’s side was riddled with bullets. Both Don’s and Kay’s Mustangs had bullet holes in them. Jon’s was untouched.
“Don’t worry about that right now. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Jon said.
“That’s easy for his ass to say.” Twon mumbled under his breath. The boys got into their cars and left in different directions to drop their dates off.
“I don’t think that you should tell my daddy,” Lynette said turning down Shai on the CD player.
“It’ll be alright Boo. We together now and I’m going to always keep you safe.” Jon said smiling at her while they waited for the red light at Van Buren Street.
Cash had seen it with his own eyes but still couldn’t believe it. The boys that he thought would be easy to eliminate ended up smashing his men and the plan. The whole scene replayed in his head like a comedy of errors. Cash struggled to the kitchen table. He sat recalling how Pee-Wee stupidly fumbled with the magazine to the carbine instead of reaching for this Glock. He tried to justify his own cowardice by telling himself he did shoot at the twins. Doug abandoned them without even firing one shot.
“If I ever see Doug again, I’ll kill him.” He swore as the ringing phone brought him away from his thoughts. “Hello,” he said.
“I know it was you.” The voice on the other end said. Then the phone went dead.
Cash hung the phone up and wondered who it could have been.
“Gots to be Bay Bro,” he said running to his bedroom.
In the bedroom Cash packed one gym bag full of clothes and grabbed all of the money that he had stashed. He ran out of his house and jumped in his truck heading to the highway.
On the expressway, Cash headed straight to Chicago. He didn’t want to go far away from Gary. Cash had several four corner hustlers he could have stayed with but chose Erica. She was average looking and wore long extensions. Most importantly, Erica stayed out of his business and didn’t sweat him. Now lying in her bed, he watched the news. Cash’s pride had him on the run.
5
“So how was the dance?” Bay Bro said looking up from the Chicago Bulls game recorded earlier.
“I’ll let Jon tell you,” Lynette said kissing her father on the cheek. “I’m going to go change clothes.” Lynette left the living room walking in the direction of her bedroom.
Bay Bro turned off the big screen TV and Jon took a seat in the chair.
“What did Lynette mean by that?”
“We had a problem after the dance. See, right after we took our oath all of us were skipping at the graveyard-no, it started at the Boys Club….” Jon continued to tell what all happened.
“You did what?” Bay Bro asked.
Jon didn’t know how upset Bay Bro was but he repeated it anyway.
“I shot Tyrone three times in the back and then Kay shot him twice in the head to make sure he was dead.”
“Please, tell me y’all got rid of those guns,” Bay Bro said reaching for a Newport.
“Nah, we still