Free The Pleasure of Pain by Shameek Speight Page A

said, but he didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. G was the wild type, not Burt. “Yo G, Burt don’t get down like that,” Bless stated.
                  “Well he did,” G said, “From what I heard, he overheard June talking about snitching on what happened in the yard that day to get you locked back up. So Burt got him while in the shower. He stabbed June four times, but never seen the razor before it was too late. June cut his neck and he bled to death. I was in the yard working out at the time. I didn’t find out what happened until they had the jail on lockdown and correctional officers found Burt and June dead in the showers.”
                  “When did this happen?” Bless asked.
                  “Yesterday youngster, the jail was on lock so I couldn’t call you.”
                  “Shit G, this shit is fucking with my head.”
                  “I know me too,” G replied. “Yo, I got to go. I’ll holla at you later. One youngster.”
                  “One G,” Bless said as he hung up the phone. “Shit, how could Burt be dead and he did it for me,” Bless said to no one but himself. Bless was devastated. Burt helped him get through his bid with words of wisdom and knowledge that would always stick with him, ‘Go straight youngster. Life is too short,’ Burt would always tell him. “Shit!” Bless yelled.
                  Bless pulled out a Dutch and some haze weed and rolled it up, sparked it, and smoked for a while hoping the weed would clear his head. When it didn’t work and just left him high, he thought, ‘shit I need to go for a drive to clear my mind.’ Bless went outside and got in to the Burgundy Bentley GT coupe Tess had got him. It was his favorite car because it was a gift from Tess plus the doors that come up in the air.
                  Bless sat in his car and noticed that the car doors were unlocked. His mind was all over the place. Maybe he’d forgotten to lock the car last night. He pressed the start button and the car came to life. Then he realized he forgot his gun.  He went nowhere without it just as he was about to step out of the car. He noticed something in the back seat. It was a black box. The box had numbers counting down from three. “Oh shit!” Bless said and jumped out of the car trying to run as far as he could away from it, but it was a little too late. BOOM! The car blew up and was on fire. Bless was knocked out from the blast. His world was now dark.

 
    Things Aren’t as Sweet as You Want Them
     
    Chapter 1 6              
    Tess was working hard on getting her real estate agents to sell as many houses as they could . Her favorite agent was Claudia. She always found a way to get the job done and Tess loved that. Business was better for her and the real estate company. She was proud of herself for running it so well and knew Bless was too. Sometimes it amazed her how she could go from being a killer in the streets to a business woman in a three- piece suit.
    “Claudia , did you put those two Queens houses up for sale yet?” Tess asked.
    “Yes and Ms. Adams’ house too,” Claudia stated.
    “I always could count on you,” Tess said.
    “Oh yeah, I picked up the rent money for the two Brooklyn buildings and the one in Queens. The money is in the company account and I have a buyer for Mr. Thomas’ house on Rockaway Boulevard. I have one of the agents working on it as we speak.”
    “That’s great Claudia . In an hour or so you and I will take our lunch break.”
    “Al right,” Claudia replied. “How are the other agents working out?” Tess asked.
    Tess had also given Claudia a management spot in the company so she watched the other agents and sold the houses as well. It gave Tess time to take care of her business on the street without worrying about her real estate company. She knew it was in good hands with Claudia.
    “Things