Free Life After Death by Cliff White III Page B

making smart, precise and brutal decisions. Nobody here wants to die or get jammed up, so we all should be on the same page. Right?”
         Everybody nodded their heads.  I looked at Redman, who was playing with his gun and staring off into space.
         “Redman, your turn to speak.”
         He looked at each of us in our eyes for a few seconds a piece before he sparked a blunt.
         “Not much to say other than survive and abide by the code if things goes sour. Anyone that may not survive this mission, please know that your families will be well taken care of. Anybody snitches, your family will catch the wrath until you do. Let’s go get my wife back and I appreciate each one of you for being here.”
         We piled into Redman’s and my car, and headed to the White House! I turned up the Snowman mix tape, and was surprised at how banging it was. Too bad it would be his last! It took us about twenty minutes to get there. We went hard and pulled up into the driveway with our lights turned off. Nobody slammed doors, and we all blended into the night as we crept to the back of the house.
         As we bent the corner, we froze because we saw a huge dude swimming in the pool. Redman leaned toward me and whispered “That’s big Tamar, Messiah’s brother. You probably didn’t hear about him because he moved to Hollywood where he still runs shit in Detroit. He lived on the same street as Tom Cruise.”
         I looked at Redman and frowned, not liking how it sounded – like he was riding this Negro dick. I then smirked as I was about to walk away.
        “At least he was able to enjoy his life."
         I walked quickly up to the pool and waited for him to get closer. As he was about to touch the wall, he looked up. His eyes widened and, for a big dude, his reaction was fast as hell. He shot to the bottom of the pool, and began to swim away from me. I aimed at him and squeezed the trigger sixteen times. As blood slowly began to change the color of the pool, he slowly rose to the top of the pool and began to float. We all then rushed toward the back door, and quietly entered the unlocked back door.
         We now stood in the living room behind two dudes who were playing 2k13. The other five dudes in the room were sleeping with Styrofoam cups sitting in front of them. I smiled because the dudes were thinking they were so on point; but look at them. Redman put his gun to one of the guy’s head, and I put mine to the other’s head; before we pulled the triggers, we smiled at one another, and then pulled our triggers at the same time. Fab and Pusha, the other two dudes who had guns with silencers, began to shoot the other guys in their faces.
         Me and my group then ran up the stairs, and ran into one of the strippers that had been with us last night. She froze, and before she could scream, I shot her three times in her face. A naked dude carrying a chromed out Ak-47 came running out of a room. Fab caught him with three shots in his temple. Meek scooped up the AK and smiled. We walked toward a room that had Jagged Edge flowing from it. I slowly pushed open the door and froze.
         There was Fatima, riding who had to be Messiah. She had her handcuffed  hands flat on his chest as she rose up to the tip of his manhood and slammed herself on him.  As she was slowly swirling herself back up his wood, her neck suddenly turned toward us. Her face reacted, but her body didn’t. The sly smirk that she hit us with let us know she was about to do something.
    Somebody must have gone and gotten Redman because he brushed past me and entered the room.
        “Fatima, get up off that bitchass nigga so I can murder him.”
         She looked backwards and smiled sinisterly as her eyes locked onto Redman. I instantly felt fire blaze through my veins as I stared into her two, swollen, terribly black eyes. She quickly pulled a box cutter from underneath her pillow, and made his throat smile.