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“You know what we need here, Money?” Judah asked.
“What’s that?” Marvin said and punched Odell in the face again.
“We need to do some shit you’re Pops would do,” Judah said, and he punched Odell in the chest. “Him and that nigga, Freeze woulda had this bitch-nigga singing by now.”
Marvin punched Odell. “You know.” He punched Odell. “That ain’t a bad idea,” he said and punched Odell again. “We could get some acid and burn this mutha fucka.”
Odell’s eyes opened wide.
“Let me get some acid. Pills, kick this niggas ass until I get back,” he said and turned away from Odell, so he wouldn’t see him laughing.
The last thing that he wanted was to get burned with acid, but he thought they wouldn’t do it.
“Naa, Money. That shit will take too long,” RJ commented. Although he had much respect for Nick and Freeze, he knew for a fact that his father and Uncle Mike did it better than anybody.
“You’re right, RJ.” Marvin turned back to Odell. “Getting a tire and some gas and setting this nigga on fire would be quicker.”
“Bet he talks before you light the match,” Pills said and punched Odell again.
“Okay, okay, shit … y’all niggas is crazy,” Odell said and then told Marvin who was with him and where he might be able to find Latavius.
“Was that so hard?” Marvin asked and shot Odell in the head. “Now, let’s go get that nigga.”
Chapter Eleven
With new information, the kings armed themselves and went out in search of their new prey. Before Marvin shot him, Odell told him that the shooter was Norreece Jefferson and where to find him. Odell had reached out to him because he knew that Norreece was a real gun nut that had weapons of all kinds stashed all around his house in case unwelcomed and uninvited guests decided to visit. “Y’all ready?” RJ asked and received nods of confirmation before he kicked in the door. The second they rushed inside; they could see Norreece’s huge shadow standing by the window with an Uzi in each hand. “You mutha fuckas came to rob the wrong nigga,” he said and opened up with both weapons. All four kings dove for the floor and crawled to whatever cover they could as Norreece blasted away. When the guns were empty, and before the kings could react, he dropped the Uzi’s, picked up a Charles Daly 528 twenty-eight gauge shotgun. Norreece fired three shots before he tossed the shottie and ran. That gave the kings an opportunity to return fire. Pills was first to his feet, and he fired the pump at Norreece, but he missed as he run in the kitchen. “He went in the kitchen!” Judah shouted and went after him. But when he came through the archway to the kitchen, he saw Norreece standing there with a double barrel shotgun. “Oh, shit!” Judah dove for the floor just as Norreece fired with both barrels. He dropped the shotgun and ran out the other side of the kitchen as Marvin came in firing. Norreece ran to the back of the house and into the den where he had more weapons. In addition to the weapons, the room had a big flat screen on the wall, furniture big enough to hide behind and a mirror on the ceiling. Norreece ran in the room, shut the door and went to lay down on the floor behind the couch. From there, he had a clear line of sight to the door. He reached under the couch where he had an AR15s and looked up at the ceiling. When Marvin came in the den, Norreece sat up and opened fire. Marvin immediately turned and got out of there. Norreece slammed in another clip, stood up and resumed firing as he walked across the room to the stairs that led to the second level. He stood on the bottom step firing and yelling, “Come on, mutha fuckas! Come get some of this good shit right here!” Once the AR was empty, Norreece tossed it and ran up the steps and to the landing that was furnished only with a couch
and love seat. The kings entered the den in time to see him at the top of the steps before he was out of sight. “Big boy is fast than a mutha fucka,” Judah said as he and Marvin ran up the steps. RJ looked at Pills. “Stay down here. He doesn’t leave this house.” “The mutha fucka is leaving with Edwina,” Pills said as RJ went up the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs, they looked around, but Norreece was nowhere in sight. “He’s up here somewhere,” RJ said, as the three moved slowly away from the stairs. Norreece watched them inch along until were in the perfect spot. “Now you niggas is gonna die!” he promised as he stood and opened fire with the M134 six-barrel rotary Minigun. The kings once again were forced to dive for cover and remained motionless until high rate of sustained fire was over. When the shooting stopped, RJ, Marvin and Judah returned fire, but Norreece was gone. “Where’d he go?” Judah asked. “There he goes!” Marvin yelled as he saw Norreece go in one of the bedrooms and Marvin ran behind him. He got to the door and stopped. With his back to the wall, Marvin waited for his brothers to catch up. They stood on either side of the door, breathing hard and looking at each other. “We going in?” RJ asked, as he reloaded. “Ain’t no telling what he got in there,” Judah said. “Why you think I didn’t rush in there behind him,” Marvin said. “He might have gone out the window,” RJ suggested and Marvin hit the door hard. Norreece responded by blowing a hole through the door. “He’s still in there,” Judah said. “Who wants to be first through the door?” he asked, but nobody volunteered. “This your show, Money, what you wanna do?” RJ asked. Marvin thought for a second or two. “Wait here, Judah.” Marvin went back down the hall into the door with RJ and went back to the landing. He looked at the couch and then the love seat. “Come on,” he said and went toward the love seat. “What’s your plan?” RJ asked. “We go in behind this,” Marvin said and tapped the love seat. The Marvin and RJ tipped the love seat on its side and pushed it down the hall. “He still in there?” RJ asked and Judah hit the door. The response was the same; Norreece put another big hole in the door. “I’m gonna say yeah, that nigga still in there,” he said as they angled the love seat in front of the door. Once they had it positioned so it would make it through the doorway, the kings readied their weapons and Judah slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. Norreece began firing immediately as the kings came in behind the love seat. Once they were in the room, they all began firing. Norreece, who had been standing in front of the door in the middle of the room with a nine miller in each hand firing before he run to the window and went out. “He’s outside!” RJ yelled and turned for the stairs as Marvin and Judah went out the window behind Norreece. On unsteady and unsure legs, Marvin and Judah watch as a sure-footed Norreece run to the edge of the structure and jumped. “Damn!” Marvin said, but that was Norreece’s first mistake. As Norreece made his way to the garage, Pills came out the first door. He stopped and took aim. Norreece stopped and turned, but with no cover, Pills lit him up. With the shooting over and the shooter dead, they collected their expended shells and got out of there.
“One down,” Marvin said.
“Now let’s go find this nigga, Latavius,” RJ said, and they drove away from Norreece’s building feeling glad to be alive and feeling pretty good about themselves.
They stayed in the street checking out all of the places that Odell said that they might be able to find Latavius, but he was nowhere to be found that night. It was almost four in the morning when the kings got back to The Late Night. After they put their weapons back in the safe and changed their clothes. It was then that Judah said that he was going to talk to Doc about what was going on with them.
“We don’t need no help,” both RJ and Marvin said at the same time.
“I wasn’t gonna ask for any help,” Judah said confidently. “We got these niggas. I just think that he needs to know what’s up.” Judah looked at RJ. “He is still our captain, right”
“Yeah, he needs to know.”
RJ knew the rules to this game. Even if he didn’t tell his father, his captain needed to know that they were fighting a war on two fronts. Besides, a captain had already gotten involved in their mess, it wouldn’t be long before everybody knew anyway.
“Go ahead,” RJ said.
When Judah arrived at Doc’s, he got his usual reception. To Doc’s men, he was the heir apparent. They all knew that one day Judah would take over the crew and they treated him accordingly.
As it always was, Doc’s was packed with gamblers looking to win big money and women who were there to take that money away from them and make them feel good about giving it up. Judah made his way through the crowd and went in his father’s office. Doc was in his usual spot, seated behind his desk, sipping Glenfiddich, a twenty-one-year-old Canadian whiskey.
“What’s going on, Judah?” Doc asked.
Judah sat down in front of the desk. “I got some things that I need to tell you.”
“This sounds serious.” Doc put down his glass. “I’m listening,” he said as Judah took Doc step-by-step through everything that had happened to this point.
When he was done, Doc drained his glass and stood up. “Anything else?” he asked as he went to refill his glass.
“No, Daddy, that’s it.”