Girls From da Hood 6, page 1
Girls From da Hood 6
Ashley Antoinette, Amaleka McCall, and JaQuavis Coleman
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Table of Contents
Title Page
“RED BOTTOM BANDITS” - Another Ashley Antoinette Classic
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
The Takedown
Prologue - “If niggas think you snitchin’ they ain’t tryna listen”
Chapter 1 - “It’s that Brooklyn Bullshit We On”
Chapter 2 - “Big Up, Big Up It’s a Stick up, Stick up”
Chapter 3 - “Let’s Get This Money Baby, They Shady, We Get Shady . . .”
Chapter 4 - “You Must Be Used To Me Spending . . .”
Chapter 5 - “But You Was My Bitch, The One Who’d Never Snitch”
Chapter 6 - “DEA Federal Agents Mad Cause I’m Flagrant, Tapped My Cell and The Phone In The Basement”
Chapter 7 - “Damn Why They Wanna Stick Me For My Paper . . .”
Chapter 8 - “There’s Gonna Be A lot of Slow Singin’ and Flower Bringin’ If My Burglar Alarm Starts Ringin’ . . .”
Chapter 9 - “It Didn’t Take Long Before I Made You My Wife . . .”
Chapter 10 - “Never Trust No-body . . . Your Moms’ll Set That Ass Up”
Chapter 11 - “Your Nobody ’Til Somebody Kills You”
Beauty and The Streets
Prologue
Chapter One - The Beginning
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Copyright Page
“RED BOTTOM BANDITS”
Another Ashley Antoinette Classic
Prologue
Present Day
“God please see us through this . . . please.” The quivering plea that Raegan sent up to her maker was one of desperation. She was about to go up against the impossible and the lonely prayer was all she had left in her bag of tricks. Her voice broke from anxiety as she continued. “Watch over us and let us meet back up one day. Keep my friends safe and help us make it through this. We are all we got,” Raegan said as she stood with her head pressed against the foreheads of her best friends Chanel and Gucci. The three girls stood in a circle, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, heads bowed. It was now or never . . . all or nothing. Their freedom depended on this one moment. They had done a lot of dirt together and now it seemed as though karma had come full circle. Now they stood grasping one another, hearts racing, tears falling down their tired eyes as they thought about what they were about to do. The odds were stacked against them, but they had no choice but to fight despite how dismal the outcome appeared to be.
“If we don’t make it out of this . . . forgive us father for we have sinned . . . in your name we pray, amen,” Raegan finished. A hard lump filled her throat as she walked over to the living room blinds and pulled them down discreetly. Red, white, and blue lights lit up the night sky as the police barricaded the city block in an attempt to thwart their escape route. Raegan could hear the pounding inside of her head as the rhythm of her racing heart blocked out all other sound. In all her years on this earth she had never been afraid of anything, but secretly she feared the altercation to come. She didn’t want to step one foot outside of the trap house, but she knew that she and her girls had no choice. If they didn’t come out eventually the police would come in and she would rather go out under her own terms. She was going to determine how this thing played out and she knew as long as they made the first move they would have the advantage. “We’re like sitting ducks in this bitch.” Chanel whispered anxiously as she came up over Raegan’s shoulder and peeked at the scene outside.
“Then let’s stop sitting,” Raegan said in a low determined tone. She cocked the pump of the sawed-off double-barrel shotgun she carried with one hand and said, “Fuck it, I’ll see you bitches in the Islands.”
Chanel racked the automatic AK she carried while Gucci chambered the first round in her semi-automatic 9mm as they burst out of the front door. The three of them rushed out onto the lawn, adrenaline pumping, fear pulsing through their bodies as they shot it out with the Flint Police Department. Desperation caused them to fire their weapons endlessly and their marksman aim was enough to give the officers outside the shootout of the century.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Raegan was so swift with the shotgun that you would have never thought she had to reload her weapon. There was nothing hesitant about her trigger finger. As she came out blazing, bullets flew past her head as she inched as quickly as possible to her car.
The melody of the police sirens harmonized with the gunshots as the girls popped off, serenading the streets.
The three girls exchanged fire with the entire police force and held their own as they each tried to escape to their prospective cars. They had been together their entire lives but the time had come for them to separate. It was time to fly solo. Although their chances of escape were slim to none they knew that by splitting up they increased their chances of eluding capture and avoiding the sticky situation. The cops couldn’t focus on all three of them at once, so they each took their own risk as they cleared a path for themselves, popping off recklessly. They were too hot and they needed to split up before making their way to the Virgin Islands.
“Aghhh,” Raegan shouted mercilessly as she fired over and over again. Hitting an officer was not her objective . . . she only meant to incite fear. She was skilled enough with her aim to come dangerously close to homicide without actually committing it. Killing a cop was the last thing she needed to add to her hood resume so she was cognizant of exactly where her bullets struck. Her hair whipped wildly around her face as she turned quickly to check on the status of her girls. Her mouth fell open in horror as she noticed an officer sneaking up behind Gucci. It was as if the entire scene was playing out in slow motion before her.
“Nooo! Guch!” she shouted. Gucci turned her head towards Raegan’s voice and her eyes opened in horror when she saw Raegan pull a handgun from her back waistline. With precision, Raegan let off a shot that laid the officer out—dropping him where he stood before he could ever pull his trigger. In the blink of an eye things had gone from bad to worse. As a matter of fact things were already at worse . . . now they were just out of fucking control. The consequences of her actions were now irreparable and tears of regret immediately surfaced in her horrified eyes.
“Oh shit!” Gucci yelled as she realized how close she had come to death. Raegan’s hand shook as she looked at the smoking gun in her hand. In a split second the situation had escalated, but before she could even process what had happened a blinding pain shot through her as her body jerked forward. Her mouth fell open in agony, but no sound came out. Her eyes watered as she looked Gucci in the eyes desperately begging for help without uttering a word. Her hand fell over her right shoulder as she realized she had been shot. It seemed as if the entire police force had her in their crosshairs. By killing one of their own, Raegan had become public enemy number one. She crouched down to shield herself from the bullets that were flying her way. Enraged Gucci blazed off, aiming at the officers behind Raegan. Regan was frantic and in shock as she pulled a bloody hand away from her body. She grimaced in excruciating pain. With one of their own laid out in the dirt, the officers became even more relentless in their pursuit.
“Raegan go!” Gucci yelled as she continued to fire cover shots. The automatic machine gun that Gucci spewed was enough to give Raegan time to run. Raegan snapped out of her daze and scrambled to fire her gun with her left hand. Her entire right side was on fire which hindered her shot. With her left arm, Raegan shot wildly and ran for dear life until she finally reached her car. Gunshots shattered her rear window and bullets riddled the body of her car as she pulled off, her tires burning rubber as her foot pushed the gas pedal to the floor. Her car tipped to the side until she finally gained control of the vehicle’s speed as she sped away. As her eyes darted wildly in her rearview she saw that Chanel was long gone and that Gucci was still going gun to gun with the cops. Everything in her wanted to turn around and help her friend, but knew that she couldn’t. Gucci will make it out . . . she has to, Raegan thought. She was bleeding profusely onto the leather seats and she knew that she needed help, but there was nothing she could do but keep driving. The sirens behind her indicated that the cops were following her. The logical thing to do would be to give up . . . to pull over the car and surrender, but there was no way she was going to prison. Nothing in her would allow her to surrender. She would make those crackers chase her from one coast to the other before she gave up. I’ve got to shake these squad cars, she thought as she pressed the Acura to the max while bobbing and weaving through traffic. The traffic light in front of her turned yellow signaling for her to slow down, but instead she sped up, flying through the intersection and causing the cars that had the right of way to hit their breaks fiercely. When the officers following her tried to follow suit they were hit with a sudden surprise as a semi-truck smashed into the side of their vehicle.
SCREECH!
The sound of tires wailing as cars tried to avoid the pile up accident was all that Raegan heard as she kept it moving. “I have to get out of this car,” she whispered frantically as she bent a sharp right. She drove the Acura for ten more miles before she finally ditched the car on a suburban street. Grabbing a jacket out of the backseat she tried to hide her injured shoulder as best she could, but the blood quickly seeped through the fabric. There was nothing inconspicuous about her appearance. She was hot and she needed to get the hell out of dodge. She grabbed her empty gun and hid it inside the jacket as she weakly walked. She was trying to put as much distance behind her as she possibly could, but she wouldn’t get far on her feet. She was losing too much blood. She needed a car. Her blood speckled the pavement as she trudged along begrudgingly. As her head began to spin she stumbled slightly, beginning to feel faint. Grateful for the night’s shadow, she sat down on the street curb to reserve her strength as she tried to piece together a plan in her head. I have to stop this wound from bleeding, she thought as she held onto her arm, applying pressure and grimacing at the same time. As she came to a corner house she noticed a man leaving his home. Black baggy jeans, a black jacket, and matching fitted he secured his front door never noticing Raegan as she approached. She pulled her chrome .45 from her waistline, knowing that it contained no bullets. He doesn’t know that, she thought, deciding to use the empty pistol as leverage. She walked directly up on him and put her gun to the back of his head.
“If you move I will pull this trigger you understand?” she asked, her voice unwavering.
Surprised that the voice behind him came from a woman he nodded in shock.
“Open the door and go back inside,” she instructed as she looked around anxiously.
The man did as he was told, not wanting to buck because he had too much to lose. He had no idea how he had been caught slipping—by a bitch no less. She could feel his shoulders tense as she pushed him forward into the house. She was straight pump faking, holding up the guy with an empty gun. As long as she kept control this would play out in her favor.
“Put your hands up,” she said.
The guy gripped the duffel bag that he held in his hand and spoke calmly. “You don’t have to do it like this,” he said.
“Shut up and open the door,” Raegan ordered.
The guy turned his key in the lock and opened up his front door as Raegan guided him inside.
“Sit down,” she stated harshly as she kept her gun trained on him.
The guy knew that he didn’t have much to lose. He didn’t know Raegan but he knew her type. If she had enough balls to run up on him then she had enough balls to kill him. Deciding to go for broke he spun around unexpectedly and grabbed her arm forcefully as he slammed her into the wall.
“Aghh,” she yelled as she fought ferociously with him for control of the gun. With her injured arm it didn’t take much effort for him to overpower her. Snatching the gun from her hand he pushed her away from him. Without hesitation he aimed at her head and pulled the trigger.
CLICK!
Heaving from the altercation, he looked at the girl in exasperation. “Fuck is you doing? You robbing niggas with empty guns?” he asked in disbelief as he tossed the .45 onto the ground. Enraged he cleared the space between them and hemmed her up. He wrapped his hands tightly around her neck, choking her out as he lifted her off of the ground. “Who sent you?!” he yelled through clenched teeth, his temple throbbing in rage.
“Who sent you?!” he shouted. He demanded answers, but the tight hold he had on her neck prevented her from answering. She clawed at his hands as her eyes burned in desperation. She scratched and clawed violently, reaching for his face as her nails dug into his skin. She was fighting him with all of her might, but her blows and protests were in vain. He was literally squeezing the life out of her.
“Please . . . ” she gasped as her face turned red and the room began to close in around her.
Her eyes pleaded with him as he scanned her, reading her, observing her. He saw that she was soaked in blood and shaking in fear. She could feel the life leaving her body as he choked her ruthlessly. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on her.
COUGH! COUGH!
Raegan choked as she gulped in air, bending over as she welcomed the oxygen into her burning lungs. Her legs gave out under her as she slouched onto the floor.
The guy looked down at Raegan silently wondering what events had brought her to his home that night. As Raegan struggled on the floor the guy looked at her curiously. Anger turned to sympathy when he noticed that she was in tremendous pain.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice skeptical and stern.
Raegan looked up at him grimacing as her shoulder continued to bleed profusely. She didn’t have a choice but to answer him. She had invaded his home . . . if he shot her dead it would be justified.
“I need help,” she whispered.
“You’ve got a funny way of seeking help ma,” the guy replied sarcastically. A part of him wanted to slap the taste from her mouth for running upon him toting a gun, but the desperate look in her eyes told him that she was between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t know the circumstances that had placed her in his presence, but for some reason he didn’t feel right just putting her out and leaving her on stuck.
“I’m sorry,” she replied with tear filled eyes. “I wasn’t going to shoot you.” I just needed to clean up and I needed a car. Nobody sent me. I’m hurt and I couldn’t make it much further on foot.”
Her voice was shaking and the fear he noticed in her was enough for the guy to let down his guard. He reached his hand out to help her up from the floor.
Wide eyed, she stared at his hand unsurely.
“You gon’ stay down there all night or what?” he asked. “You bleeding all over my Brazilian hardwoods ma. Get up.”
Raegan grabbed his hand with reluctance as her fear was replaced by her embarrassment.
“Look, I’m sorry. I just need to get out of here,” she said in a panic as she turned for the door.
“I don’t know why you’re running, but you won’t get very far with that arm,” he commented. “It looks like you need a doctor.”
“No!” Raegan shouted in protest. “No doctors! No hospitals and no fucking doctors.” She held her injury tenderly as the thought of being apprehended overwhelmed her. There was no way she could walk into a hospital without being arrested. The police knew that she had been hit and would surely have units posted at all the local hospitals, anticipating her arrival.
“Okay, okay,” the guy replied. “At least clean yourself up. There’s gauze and peroxide underneath the bathroom sink.”
Raegan nodded her head and answered. “Where is it?”
“It’s upstairs . . . first door on your left,” he replied.
Raegan hesitantly walked towards the bathroom. She was sure that he would call the police on her as soon as she disappeared from sight, but she planned on being long gone before they ever got there. I just need to get myself together first, she thought as she entered the bathroom, frantic. She grabbed a towel from the countertop and turned on the faucet. Her bloodstained hands painted the sink as the water flowed onto her palms. She removed her shirt and the sight of the gaping hole in her shoulder made her gasp in shock. A knock at the door caused her to jump in fear. Holding her breath, she stared into the mirror’s reflection, eyeing the door behind her. She just knew that the police were standing on the other side of it. Her nerves were quickly eased when the guy peeped his head inside. He immediately noticed the terror in her eyes and said, “It’s just me.” He stepped inside and reached beneath the sink and removed a first aid kit. “Let me see your shoulder.”
Raegan turned towards the guy and winced as he began to clean her wound.
“Who shot you?” he asked as he did his best to clean the crusted blood from the gaping hole in her shoulder.
“The police,” she answered.
He hesitated and looked her in the eyes, his gaze revealing his disbelief. “You’re running from the police?” he asked.
