Me and My Hittas Read Free

white smoke. Just then his cell phone rang.
He dipped into his pocket and pulled it out. A picture of Reboc
and his number was on the screen. He tapped the screen to
answer it and placed the cell phoneto his ear. “What’s
cracking, Cuz? Shit, pull into the alley behind the house.” He
hung up and slipped the cell phone back into his pocket.
“What’s happening, Cuz?” Supacrip asked.
“What’s the deal?” Nike inquired.
“Reboc done got himself into some shit. Come on, that
nigga rolling up through the alley.”
***
    “Noooooo, oh, God, not my baby, not my child,”
Killa
Dreand Tramel’s mother wailed at the top of her lungs. Her
individual braids hung loosely over her face and sprawled
over her shoulders. Her chocolate cheeks were slicked wet
with tears and green snot oozed from her nose. The Demos
jersey she wore was identical to Tramel’s and was splotched
with his blood. He lay at her side. She held his limp hand in
one hand while she used the other to caress it. Half of
Tramel’s face was blown off and a chunk of his head was
missing. The pain and horror he met before his death was
etched on face.
    Killa Dre was on his knees on the opposite side of his
older brother. He stared at Tramel’s mutilated face as tears
cascaded down his cheeks. The tears seemed to come nonstop
but he tried to keep himself from breaking down like his
mother. He knew that he’d have to be the stronger of the two.
With his brother and father gone, he’d have to step up to the
plate and be the man of the house now.
    A hand grasped Killa Dre
’s shoulder. He looked up and
saw a police officer there. He knew that his time had been cut
short with his brother and that it was time to say goodbye.
Killa Dre gave the police officer a nod and he left him be. He
then whispered something into Tramel’s ear and kissed him
on the temple. He got to his feet and helped his mother to hers.
She embraced him tightly, sobbing into his chest. Killa Dre
rubbed her back soothingly and watched as a white sheet was
draped over Tramel’s body. His blood quickly spotted the
sheet red. At that moment Killa Dre knew that his life would
never be the same. From that night forward he wouldn’t rest
until vengeance was his.
***
    Reboc sat on the end of Nightmare’s bed, staring up at
him as he straightened out the collar of his shirt. Once
Nightmare had finished straightened out his homie’s collar,
he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt. He then cupped
Reboc’s face in his hands and stared into his bloodshot and
glassy
eyes.
Nightmare
pressed
his
forehead
against
homeboy’s and held it there for a second. “I love you, Cuz.”
Reboc said it back. Nightmare kissed his forehead and turned
around to Bobby Blue. She was at the opposite end of the bed
snapping closed the locks of of some luggage.
“You got everything in there?” Nightmare asked.
“Yeah, the whole kit and caboodle,” Bobby nodded.
“Good.”
“Yo,” Reboc stole Nightmare’s attention, holding the
blunt up to his face.
    Nightmare received the cough medicine and took a few
puffs that made white smoke clouds surround him like he had
appeared out of thin air.
    “
Bobby, hit up Nike and see what’s taking him and Supa
so fucking long.” Nightmare said before taking a pull from
that calm down.
“We’re here.”
Nightmare turned around to find Nike and Supacrip
standing in the doorway.
“Y’all dumped that M.C and set it on fiya?” Nightmare
asked.
“Yep,” Nike answered. “Help me grab Reboc’s shit so
we can scram, Supa.”
Nike and Supacrip grabbed Reboc’s luggage and
headed out of the door, leaving the men to themselves.
“Where you setting me up at, Cuz?” Reboc asked.
“My big sis’s crib.”
“Shantel’s spot? Aint that in The Junglez?”
    “Yep, don’t worry about it though, you’re straight.”
Nightmare assured him. “Her baby’s daddy, Tay Rock, is a
reputable over there,and he assured me that you’re in good
hands. I’m