Blood 4 Blood
Slaughter Gang 3
Lock Down Publications and Ca$h
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Slaughter Gang 3
A Novel by Willie Slaughter
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Copyright 2019 Willie Slaughter
Slaughter Gang 3
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my loving wife, Machumu Slaughter. You’ve stood by my side through the rough times, and I’m thankful for you. Our struggles have led to our success.
Prologue
Renika James sat, in disbelief, on the cold, woodgrain courtroom bench. She couldn’t believe the jury had found him guilty. The high-profile case of her larger than life, dope boy fiancé, Cedric Livingston, had ended in the worst possible way. After she bore witness to the look of defeat on Cedric’s face and in his body language, Renika broke down in tears as the reality of what just happened settled in. Her thoughts stumbled over one another as she reminisced on what appeared to be her life falling apart before her very eyes.
Renika doubled over on the bench, crying. The district attorney had made every charge stick: the malice murders, illegal distribution of cocaine, meth, and heroin, and illegal firearms. All of that added up to the sentence of Life without Parole.
Renika had spent most of her years living with her mother, Chessica Frankfurt, living her best life. She went to the Ivy League college in Garland, Texas, where they lived, and her father made sure they never wanted for anything. Thinking about her father, Renika sat up straight on the bench. She hadn’t talked to him since before hearing about him being on the run. She’d seen the news reports, reading that he was no longer a suspect concerning the unsolved murders, and with that thought, along with what she was going through, she decided to give him a call.
Renika's call went directly to voicemail. She tried to call three times, and became frustrated because she kept getting the voicemail. She sighed out of frustration, thinking of a way to get ahold of her father. She scrolled down her contacts list, looking for someone who could help her.
Renika came across Demetri’s name and decided to give him a call. The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hello? Demetri speaking,” he said, answering his phone.
Renika took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. “Hi, Uncle Demetri. It’s me, Renika.”
“Why, hi there, young lady! How have you been?” Demetri said, sounding excited to hear from her.
“I’m not doing so great at the moment. My fiancé just got sentenced to Life without Parole,” she replied.
Demetri could hear the sadness in her tone of voice. “What can I do to help you, Renika? I am pretty sure that I can pull on a few strings to change things around.”
His readiness to assist her perked Renika up. “Thank you, Uncle Demetri. We’ll have to discuss that some other time. Right now, I’m still inside of the courthouse.”
“Your fiancé’s trial was today? Why haven’t you been called?” Demetri asked demandingly.
She chose her next words carefully. “Again, Uncle Demetri, I’ll tell you about it later. Do you have a way to get ahold of my father?”
“Hold on, dear,” said Demetri. He called a number on three-way. A woman answered.
“Good afternoon, Demetri. How may I help you?” she answered.
“Yes, it’s a wonderful afternoon, Machumu. Is your husband around?” he asked.
“Yes,” was her response before handing him the phone.
“Hello?” said Li’l Will as he held the phone to his right ear.
Hearing his voice, Demetri merged the calls. “Li’l Will, there’s someone on the line for you.”
Li’l Will frowned. “Okay. Who is it?”
“It’s me, Dad. Renika.”
Chapter One
There was a moment of silence between them. Li’l Will’s frown turned into a serious expression. “Is everything alright? Are you hurt?”
“Not physically, Dad,” Renika replied.
She gave them the watered down version of what had happened, how Cedric took the charges when, in reality, he didn’t have a clue what was going on.
“All he knew was, one minute we were shopping at the mall, then the next minute the feds were everywhere,” she explained.
Demetri chimed in on the conversation. “So Renika, what’s it going to be?”
She didn’t answer right away. She thought about what she really wanted to do. “Dad, I was wondering if I could come live with you for a few months.”
The silence returned. Li’l Will was in deep thought. Renika hadn’t ever asked him such a question. “Of course you can, Re-Re. You’re my daughter.”
“Great!” Demetri butted in. “Where are you located now? I’ll send my personal helicopter to pick you up shortly.”
Renika texted Demetri the address where she would be located. He received the text message.
“Okay. Sending the chopper your way ASAP, young lady. Be safe and sound,” Demetri said before hanging up.
The conference call was disconnected. Renika picked herself up and was headed for the exit when they brought Cedric out wearing the faded county’s blue jumpsuit, handcuffed and shackled. The sight of him brought back the tears. She fought off the emotion by running out of the courthouse.
***
Li’l Will hung up the phone and handed it back to Machumu, who looked at him questioningly.
“What was that about?” she asked.
Dee and her son, Li'l Bee, Ruby, and Tasha, Li'l Will and Machumu's three-year-old daughter, sat silently at the dining room table. Li'l Will took a good look at their facial expressions and knew they were waiting for him to answer the question.
“My daughter Renika is coming to live with us for a while.”
Machumu, Dee, and Ruby looked confused. It was evident they didn’t know anything about Renika. His mother made it clear.
“Alrighty then, Li'l Will James,” his mother began. “Who in the world is this child you’re talking about? And where’s her mother?”
Li'l Will shook his head, knowing he’d opened up a can of worms. “Do we have to do this now?”
“Yes,” his mother said while nodding her head.
Li’l Will laughed. “Well, you all will have to wait until she gets here. And then, you can ask her.”
Li’l Will pushed back the chair and left without saying another word.
Ruby looked at Machumu and said, “Child, you’re a better woman than me.”
Machumu frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The man has children you didn’t know anything about,” she replied.
Machumu shrugged her shoulders. “We all have our skeletons in the closet, Mama Ruby. They might not be children, but they’re things we don’t care to share with anyone.”
Before Ruby could respond, Machumu got up from the dining room table and walked out. She caught up with Li'l Will, who stood outside, enjoying the weather. She kissed him on the right side of his neck.
“Alright, luv, you know that’s the right spot,” he said before turning around to face her. Although she didn’t ask, he could tell she wanted to know the answer to the question his mother had asked.
“Maybe I’m trying to turn you on, Mr. James,” Machumu said seductively.
They kissed and held each other. Li’l Will looked at the time on his Citizen timepiece. It was 1:39 p.m. In a couple hours, things would be different at the estate, he thought to himself.
***
Down in Albany, Georgia, things were on the up and up for The Slaughter Boyz. With Teddy as mayor and Mike as the sheriff of Albany and Henry as the man holding down the fort as far as the dope game went, everything was running smooth, like a well-oiled sewing machine. The crime rate was at an all-time low. But, on the dark side of it all, the dope game was a great success for the team.
Teddy was holding a public address in the town square. Mike and his deputies were on security duty around the perimeter. It was a sunny day. Everyone was out in their summer wear.
“Citizens of Albany, Georgia, as your mayor, I’m thankful to be able to stand before you today, saying the crime rate is at an all-time low! We’re receiving more government funding for schools and after-school programs for the youth! The list goes on!” Mayor Teddy James exclaimed.
The people of Albany gave him a standing ovation. Some even whistled. The public address went on for another hour or so. Teddy was walking around, shaking hands and talking to the people, when his phone vibrated inside of his front pocket.
He pulled out the phone and, without looking at the caller ID, answered. “Hello? Mayor Teddy James speaking.
“Good afternoon, Mayor James,” the man said.
Upon hearing the voice, Teddy already knew who he was talking to. “Mr. Demetri, what a pleasant surprise. How’s the family? And how may I help you?”
Demetri laughed at the thought of him asking Teddy for help. “No service required at the moment. I was just calling to congratulate you on your success. Your team is doing a great job at keeping business running smooth.”
Teddy shook an elderly man’s hand. The man was attempting to say something to him, but Teddy excused himself in a polite manner, telling the man he was on an important call, and that if he had an issue that needed to be addressed, to set-up an appointment. After getting the elderly man to agree, Teddy returned to his conversation with Demetri. “Yes sir, business is greater than ever.”
“I know. Well, keep up the good work, Mayor James. I’ll be in touch,” Demetri stated and then hung up.
Teddy put the phone back in his pocket. He walked over to where Mike and a few deputies stood. “Gentlemen?”
They nodded. Mike, realizing it was his cue to excuse himself to have a conversation with Teddy, did so. The two men walked off from everyone to have some privacy. While walking, Teddy filled him in on the phone call he’d just received from Demetri.
“So, what do you think is next, fam?” Teddy asked Mike.
Mike was staring at the back side of a 5’10”, dark chocolate sister who was wearing some see-through white spandex pants and a black halter-top. Teddy followed his gaze and nodded approvingly upon seeing where his attention was focused on.
“Mike, snap out of it, fam. Bros before hoes and business before pleasure,” Teddy reminded him.
Mike forced his attention away from the beautiful black woman strutting by, but not without waving at her first. She smiled at him and waved back. Once she was no longer in sight, Mike gave Teddy his undivided attention.
“Sorry about that. What’s good, bro?” Mike said.
“Fam, we got this shit sold up. The whole Albany is tap-dancing to our beat. I’m just trying to figure out what’s next,” Teddy replied.
Mike hunched his shoulders. “The hell if I know, bro. All I can say is, we keep making this shit happen. We popping right now, so let’s keep it popping.”
“Word, fam. Let’s clear the square so you can jump on your me time.” Teddy said
Mike laughed. “You dead-ass right. I got to find out who she is.”
They walked back into the swing of things. The mayor gave a closing speech, and the people went on about their business. Mike caught up with the woman he’d seen, and they stood in front of Papa John’s talking. He’d found out her name was Tierra and she was thirty-three years old without children
“Why haven’t I ever seen you around here before now?” Mike asked.
Tierra hunched her shoulders and kept a straight face. “Depends on what you were looking to see.”
Her comment made him smile. “And you got some flavor about yourself. I should’ve been looking for you.”
She laughed. “It’s obvious you were looking in all of the wrong places, Sheriff Mike.”
“Damn, you make the title sound so much better, luv. Maybe I’ll hold on to it a little while longer,” Mike said.
“Do that for me. You never know what rewards might come behind it.” Tierra looked at the time on her watch. It was 1:28 p.m. “Excuse me, Sheriff Mike, but I have to go. I’ll get up with you at a later date if you don’t mind.”
“Roger that, Tierra,” he replied comically.
She smiled and walked away. Mike watched the sway of her hips all the way until she got in her candy apple green 600 Benz and drove off.
Chapter Two
Renika stepped out onto the top stair of the private jet. As she walked down the stairs, a million things were going through her mind. She knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Her thoughts were more about her fiancé than anyone else.
The good thing was, she didn’t have to wait for a ride or catch a cab to the estate. Renika had pretty much pre-planned, knowing her father wasn’t going to say no to her coming to live with him. She had sent her car ahead of time to the airport to be kept in storage. With a baggage boy tagging along behind her with her luggage, she walked over to the storage container and unlocked it.
“Would you be so kind as to slide the door open for me?” Renika asked the young man.
He set the luggage down and did as she asked. Once the door was opened, he moved to the side. Renika reached into her purse, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and gave it to him.
“Thank you for your services,” she said.
The man took the money and pocketed it. “You’re welcome, ma’am. And thanks for the tip.” He dapped off.
Renika hopped behind the wheel of the glossy violet 911 Porsche, sitting on low profiles and chrome six star rims. She pulled out of the container and onto the asphalt. She turned on the radio and tuned in to the local news reports. She took a left at the stop sign and got off on the first exit.
She noticed the patrol car parked on the street. She didn’t think anything of it until the cop pulled behind her and flashed the lights. Renika sighed out of frustration as she pulled over to the side of the road. She knew the only reason the cop was pulling her over was that she was young, black and driving a 911 Porsche.
The short and stocky Caucasian male officer approached the back of the car and smashed the taillight on the right. He stepped around to the driver’s side. He looked down through the large frame mirror tint sunglasses and wide brim hat and spat tobacco juice on the ground next to the car.
“License and registration, ma’am?” he asked in a southern drawl. Renika cooperated. He looked over the driver’s license. “Ms. James, do you have any illegal substances or weapons in the car?” he asked while looking in the backseat.
“No sir,” Renika politely replied.
The officer spat again. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I searched the vehicle, right?”
She frowned. “I apologize, Officer, but you don’t have permission to search anything of mines.”
“We’ll see about that, Ms. James.” The officer spit tobacco juice and walked back to the squad car. He sat in the car for fifteen minutes, and then returned to Renika’s car when another patrol car pulled up on the scene. The other cop got out and walked over to the passenger side door.