Tampa Black: Part ! Read Free

take the pleasure, he removed himself from her mouth, before bending her over and penetrating her deep and long. As they both reached their climax, fireworks went off in more ways than one. Shots rang out through the projects so loud that you could feel the pulse of their echo…
    As that familiar feeling of unease washed over Trion, he kissed Keona on her forehead, got dressed and was out the door.
    Pulling up in front of his apartment building, his heart dropped into his socks as he observed the crowded scene in his front yard. He could already see an over turned shopping cart of cans with a body dressed in tattered dingy clothes lying about three feet from it. Immediately Trion knew that it was Porkchop. Walking closer, the body was visibly in bad shape; he was barely breathing as he fought for every heartbeat.
    Kneeling down next to the body, Trion knew that Porkchop wasn’t going to make it, his body had been almost shredded to pieces by an A.R.15.
    “Porkchop, what happened Dawg?”
    Struggling to breathe, the old man replied.
                 “I tried to save her hamburga. They k… killed that boy down yonder, now they… came back for your momma and old Porkchop… I’m sorry hamburga …”
    As his body went limp, his voice was forever silenced. Porkchop had finally gone to be with his wife and daughter, somewhere beyond this world.
    Alarmed by the mention of his mother, Trion immediately got up and sprinted to the front door of their apartment. Seeing that it had been kicked in, he pulled his 40 cal and carefully entered the apartment. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw, so his knees almost buckled on sight, as his eyes began to release droplets of his burdens.
    Blood stains were everywhere as a testament to a physical struggle, and the end result was a half-naked badly beaten body lying in a puddle of blood. Trion had just found his mother with a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead, and her throat slit from ear to ear. The pain was paralyzing. Kneeling down next to his mother’s body, Trion bent down to close her eye lids and say goodbye, but the words wouldn’t come. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn’t cooperate, so he silently did what his mother had done for so many years of her life, he prayed. At the end of his prayer he made her one last promise,
    “God may forgive, but I won’t…”
    Trion was already a man in the streets, but now he was alone, and revenge was a must…  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 3
    THE PLOT
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    As the pallbearers lowered Evon’s casket into the ground, Trion stood in silence immaculately dressed in black linin Armani, and a pair of black suede Ferragamos.  Evon was one of the few jewels of the projects, a hardworking, loving mother, and dear friend to many. Today the cemetery was packed by those who had come to pay their last respects to a wonderful woman.
    After the casket had been lowered into its resting place, Trion sat in his black on black charger with the A.C. on, lost in thought. A knock on his passenger window broke his trance. Looking up, Trion saw his two closest soldiers and younger cousins, Carlos and Smoke. Carlos was the laid back pretty boy type, while on the other hand; Smoke was a shooter. Although they both had their own identity, they both loved and were only loyal to The Family, and were trained to go.
    Carlos tapped on the window again irritated.
    “Say dawg open this motherfucken door, it’s hot out here my nigga!”
    Gaining access, Carlos and Smoke got in and closed the door. Smoke was the first to speak,
    “what’s the business dawg? I know that you’re going through it and shit, but I’m ready to wet them pussy ass niggas for auntie.”
    Hearing Smoke speak the same thing that was on his mind, Carlos agreed;
                  “yeah dawg what’s the move?”
                  At only nineteen and twenty, Smoke and Los were