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let’s roll,” G-money said as he followed Mr. Goldberg to his car.
“Where they got Ali, in the tombs?”
“Nah they just transferred him to Rikers Island,” Mr. Goldberg answered.
G-money and Mr. Goldberg sat in the visiting room patiently waiting for Ali to come from up stairs. Ten minutes, later Ali came through the visiting room door wearing the gray D.O.C. (Department of Corrections) jump suit.
“My nigga what’s good?” Ali smiled as he gently gave Gmoney a hug, not wanting to hurt his injured arm.
“I’m still standing,” G-money replied with a smile. “I’m sorry about what happen to your brother.”
“He gonna be aight, he’s a tough kid.”
“What are you talking about?” G-money raised an eyebrow.
“I heard he got knocked out,” Ali said clueless.
G-money lowered his head as he began quietly. “Ali after the fight was over, Spanky went back home and killed himself,” G-money said, refusing to make eye contact with Ali. “Yo don’t play around like that,” Ali said with fire in his voice.
“True story,” G-money said in a frail voice.
Ali looked over at Mr. Goldberg.
“I am too busy to watch the news.” Mr. Goldberg shrugged his shoulders in shock.
“Fuck!” Ali cursed loudly as he jumped to his feet and flipped the small table over that was in front of him.
Immediately, four C.O.’s came over and roughly escorted Ali out of the visiting room.
G-money and Mr. Goldberg just sat and watched the four C.O.’s escort Ali to the back.
“I don’t think you should have told him that shit straight up like that,” Mr. Goldberg suggested.
“I thought he knew about it already,” G-money said, regretting having to be the one to break the news to Ali. For the entire ride back home, the two rode intense silence.
“It was something I had to tell you,” Mr. Goldberg said, finally breaking the silence. “Oh yeah, the last time I went to see Ali he told me to tell you he found out who the snitch was.”
“Who?” G-money asked, giving the lawyer his full attention.
“Big Mel,” Mr. Goldberg said, glancing over to see Gmoney’s facial expression.
G-money sucked his teeth. “I knew that nigga was snitching the whole time.”
“I kind of suspected he was snitching myself,” Mr. Goldberg said in agreement.
“It’s all good. Gimme 72 hours and his body will pop up floating in one of these rivers. Mark my words,” G-money assured his lawyer and long time friend.
“What ever you do, just make sure you do it discreetly,” Mr. Goldberg said as he pulled up in front of G-money’s house. “You know I’m going to cover my ass,” G-money winked at Mr. Goldberg as he disappeared through the front door of his house.

Chapter1 RoadTrip
    “Ya’ll ready?” Ashley asked, loudly popping her gum. “Yeah we ready,” Knowledge answered as he watched Ashley’s fat ass jiggle from side to side as she swayed towards the car. “Damn G-money stay with the good quality smuts.”
“Stop worrying about some ass and start focusing on getting this money,” Skip checked him.
“Damn what’s wrong with you? I’m just having a lil fun,” Knowledge huffed as he slid in the passenger seat of the Benz.
“Just stay focused, we already got enough problems,” Skip reminded him.
Ashley pulled up along side Skip and beeped the horn. “Ya’ll ready?”
“We about to follow you right now, and make sure you keep your music to a minimum,” Skip said, making the engine come alive.
Ashley sucked her teeth as she slowly pulled out into traffic. She drove a green Mazda 626. Skip and Knowledge followed her in a Benz, and a van full of soldiers followed the Benz.
“Yo son we going to shut this town down when weget there,” Knowledge boasted as he placed a Newport between his lips.
“Remember G-money said to go out here on some laid back shit.”
“Damn why don’t you loosen up?” Knowledge hissed as he reclined his seat back.
“Listen I can’t afford no slip ups. And if you slip up, that means I slipped