Free Life After Death by Cliff White III Page A

right thing. I finally am doing the right thing by getting revenge for my baby that he killed. Let’s go.”
         I got dressed and followed them out to the Benz. Jade got into the driver’s seat, and Samantha and I got in the back as Redman, who I had just awakened on our way out, got in the front. Jade put a CD in and sparked another blunt.
         “This a new Snowman mix tape. He the hottest in the A right now. I can’t stand him but I like his music. It’s twisted but what’s not these days?”
     
    Chapter 22
     
         We drove for about fifteen minutes before she drove slowly by a huge white house and stopped.
         “See that white house that I just passed?”
         We all nodded yes.
         “Everybody calls it the White House. That’s where Messiah, Snowman, and others done made millions. It’s also where us stripper bitches love to go because you never walk out of there with less than a thousand dollars. And they don’t let you give up the cookies; you definitely walking out of there with no less than three thou. It’s always a bunch of niggaz in there that’s always strapped with big ass guns. But, by late at night, them same niggaz be all high and off point by weed, pills, and drink. That’s the best time to get them. Plus, nobody has ever tried any bullshit with them here, so they not prepared for that type of drama.”
        For the rest of the ride, I just planned out the way we would move late that night. She showed us what zones different rappers were from – Atlanta being divided into zones. We smoked during the entire tour. When the munchies hit, she took us to The Busy Bee Café and we got busy. There is nothing in the world like real country food! We went back to the motel where everybody was standing outside smoking and listening to music. Samantha and I picked two different chicks and we went into our room.
     
    Chapter 23
     
         At about four in the morning, I sent out a group text: ”meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes, dressed in all black, and bring all the straps. Time to introduce these country ass dudes to the ways of Murdaland!” I sat in the parking lot cleaning my glock .40, watching as my team began to make it to the parking lot. Nobody had a cowardly look on their face. I thought that it was a shame that we getting ready to go murder some black men, but that’s just how shit is in these streets. 
         “One of the strippers took us on a city tour , so we know where Fatima is . We are going in there to murder everybody and hopefully we will get her back. We don’t even know for sure if she still is alive so nobody concentrate’s on her safety. Keep focused on the mission at hand which is to murder every single person that is in the house.
        “We are also snatching anything that looks worth taking as well as leaving some of the drugs that I know we will find, around the house to make the murders drug related. This has to look like a robbery slash drug deal gone bad.”
         We all looked at one another – knowing that, in the last few months, we had had to kidnap a few stickup boy family members; and we never let any of them live – especially the stick up boys!
        “I know y’all ready to trip off of me, but I want to do this shit like some mafia movie shit. It’s twelve of us which means we splitting in two groups. There are four silencers, so that’s two in each group. In each group, the goal is for the two killers with the silencers to be the ones to shoot. That’s the goal. But if anything looks suspect, pull the trigger and think about what you did later.  I just figure less noise gives us a better chance of handling our business and everybody escaping.
         “ If you get caught and go to an Atlanta penitentiary for going against one of the most beloved hustlers in this city, you will die. Nobody gets caught tonight.  Just follow me and Red in, and the rest is for you to figure out while