who'd dismissed the murder charges against him a little over a year ago.
"All Rise," the Bailiff yelled to everyone in the court Room.
"Mr. Cummings, you may present your evidence to the Court."
After all the evidence had been presented to the court and the Defense Attorney pleaded his case the Judge rendered his decision.
"Mr. Hill, I'm not sure whether I should say today is your lucky day or you have nine lives. Either way as I have said to you before, murderers and drug dealers are at the top of my list and I personally prosecute them to the full extent of the law. Unfortunately once again the court has failed to produce enough evidence -to charge you -with any crime."
"Me.... Mr. Hill.... I personally feel that you were involved in both of these crimes in some way, but I will not let my personal opinion cloud my judgment or my decision today."
"I will offer you a bit of advice young man for your sake, please never let me see you in my court room again.... not even for jaywalking. You are free to go..." Rap.... Rap.... Rap.... "courts adjourned."
Within an hour June was in and out of his small apartment, his mind set on only a couple of things. That was getting his blood family out of jail and dealing with these niggas violating their set.
"Aight Lil Sis," he said pushing his Mac-10 down inside his already sagging jeans.... "I'm good, I'll call you...."
"No...." Van, Inga, and the rest of the girls all said at once cutting him off.
"But Lil Sis, I can't let any of y'all get involved in this shit cause it's about to get ugly."
"Look June," Van said.... "It got ugly when they locked my man up in that damn jail.... Who did you expect to help yo' black ass when you were in there.... Huh?"
June could only stare at them all.
"That's what tha fuck I thought," Van continued.
"And yes Big Brotha, it is about to get very ugly for every mothafucka that had sum 'em to do with my entire life rotting in that Hell Hole."
"Now -tell me.... do we have to start with this bitch Keshia or what?" Van asked him.
"Wait.... wait.... wait a minute," June said while looking over at Baby Rasta as if asking him to intervene.
Baby Rasta simply shrugged his shoulders and kept repeating something in Spanish.
"El Diablo mun.... El Diablo mun."
"Alight Lil Sis you win," said June finally giving in.
"We win," Van stopped him saying looking over at the rest of the girls, who all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Okay look.... this is what we have to do first."
"Just say the word Big Brother.... It's our turn," Inga jumped in saying with a look that sent a chill down June's spine.
Each member of the crew was furious once rumors got back to them about how these out of town nigga's had laid claim on their old set. Now people who'd been living there all their lives were now living in fear.
"What time did June "text" you this morning?" Q asked Van.
"That crazy mothafucka texted me before daybreak love."
Q smiled to himself knowing that June hadn't lost his street instincts, making moves in the cover of darkness.
"Did you find out what his plans were?"
"Yeah.... we all spoke with him a couple days ago.... he said that he planned to go get at them young 919 boys and find out where their heads were at.... afterwards Baby Rasta's was going to get in touch wit some of his people."
Q sat and listened to Van letting her words sink in.... within a matter of days his partner in crime would be back in the drug game. From the day he'd walked away from the hustle game, Q wondered how long it would be before his man took to the streets again, but what he didn't have an answer for was the amount of enemies June would accumulate in such a short period of time.
"Do you think them 919 nigga's got any heart or backbone to they young asses?" Q asked Van.
"I don't know how much heart
"All Rise," the Bailiff yelled to everyone in the court Room.
"Mr. Cummings, you may present your evidence to the Court."
After all the evidence had been presented to the court and the Defense Attorney pleaded his case the Judge rendered his decision.
"Mr. Hill, I'm not sure whether I should say today is your lucky day or you have nine lives. Either way as I have said to you before, murderers and drug dealers are at the top of my list and I personally prosecute them to the full extent of the law. Unfortunately once again the court has failed to produce enough evidence -to charge you -with any crime."
"Me.... Mr. Hill.... I personally feel that you were involved in both of these crimes in some way, but I will not let my personal opinion cloud my judgment or my decision today."
"I will offer you a bit of advice young man for your sake, please never let me see you in my court room again.... not even for jaywalking. You are free to go..." Rap.... Rap.... Rap.... "courts adjourned."
Within an hour June was in and out of his small apartment, his mind set on only a couple of things. That was getting his blood family out of jail and dealing with these niggas violating their set.
"Aight Lil Sis," he said pushing his Mac-10 down inside his already sagging jeans.... "I'm good, I'll call you...."
"No...." Van, Inga, and the rest of the girls all said at once cutting him off.
"But Lil Sis, I can't let any of y'all get involved in this shit cause it's about to get ugly."
"Look June," Van said.... "It got ugly when they locked my man up in that damn jail.... Who did you expect to help yo' black ass when you were in there.... Huh?"
June could only stare at them all.
"That's what tha fuck I thought," Van continued.
"And yes Big Brotha, it is about to get very ugly for every mothafucka that had sum 'em to do with my entire life rotting in that Hell Hole."
"Now -tell me.... do we have to start with this bitch Keshia or what?" Van asked him.
"Wait.... wait.... wait a minute," June said while looking over at Baby Rasta as if asking him to intervene.
Baby Rasta simply shrugged his shoulders and kept repeating something in Spanish.
"El Diablo mun.... El Diablo mun."
"Alight Lil Sis you win," said June finally giving in.
"We win," Van stopped him saying looking over at the rest of the girls, who all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Okay look.... this is what we have to do first."
"Just say the word Big Brother.... It's our turn," Inga jumped in saying with a look that sent a chill down June's spine.
Each member of the crew was furious once rumors got back to them about how these out of town nigga's had laid claim on their old set. Now people who'd been living there all their lives were now living in fear.
"What time did June "text" you this morning?" Q asked Van.
"That crazy mothafucka texted me before daybreak love."
Q smiled to himself knowing that June hadn't lost his street instincts, making moves in the cover of darkness.
"Did you find out what his plans were?"
"Yeah.... we all spoke with him a couple days ago.... he said that he planned to go get at them young 919 boys and find out where their heads were at.... afterwards Baby Rasta's was going to get in touch wit some of his people."
Q sat and listened to Van letting her words sink in.... within a matter of days his partner in crime would be back in the drug game. From the day he'd walked away from the hustle game, Q wondered how long it would be before his man took to the streets again, but what he didn't have an answer for was the amount of enemies June would accumulate in such a short period of time.
"Do you think them 919 nigga's got any heart or backbone to they young asses?" Q asked Van.
"I don't know how much heart
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