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New Blood
By: BigBossJay Date: March 23, 2019, 5:24 pm
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Marcus Jr. sat in his chair at his barbershop, DeWayne's, as the
shop laughed and talked about last night's basketball game.
Deuce. Man, y'all keep acting like LeBron that nigga. You gon'
keep getting your feelings hurt.
MJ. He is that nigga. My guy just needs more help.
Deuce. He got half the damn NBA to come to LA with him! Only
help he can get now is putting money on the refs, which he
already doing.
MJ. See, there you go.
The only woman barber, KayCee, shook her head.
KayCee. I'm just waiting on football season.
MJ. For your Cowboys to get smoked?
The shop laughed again as the door opened and a suit wearing
Jamal walked in.
Deuce. Ol' flossin' ass nigga.
Jamal. Good to see you, as well, Darrell.
Jamal and MJ dapped each other.
MJ. Wassup wit' it?
Jamal. Came to see if you wanted to go pick up DeAndre with me.
MJ. Oh, shit, D2 is getting out today, ain't he?
Jamal. Yup. Bout an hour.
MJ. You know I gotta go get my boy. Kay, hold it down.
Deuce. What about me?!
Jamal. I wouldn't trust you to watch my food, big boy, so you
definitely shouldn't watch a business.
The shop laughed once more as MJ and Jamal walked out of the
shop and toward Jamal's truck.
MJ. A land rover? Nigga, we paying you too much.
Jamal. You pay me to handle the legitimacy of the business...I
deserve this land rover.
MJ. Yeah yeah.
They laughed and pulled away from the street, headed toward the
local jail where DeAndre would be transported and set
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Re: New Blood
By: deHamm Date: March 23, 2019, 6:26 pm
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DeAndre took a deep breath as she finished packing the stuff
that he'd be taking home with him. It had been 3 years after a
club altercation where he'd taken a bottle of Remy and busted it
over a man's head then preceded to stomp him out until he was
pulled off of the guy. He looked over at his cellmate who was
laying on his bed staring at the ceiling.
DeAndre. Say man..
His cellmate glanced at him and DeAndre looked at his stockpile
of commissary.
DeAndre. Ima leave all this shit for you... Alright?
Fernando. You sure you dont wanna sell it back to these fuckers?
You'll have a few pesos to start out with on the other side..
DeAndre shook his head.
DeAndre. Na.. My people got me out there.. Shit. They kept my
books laced while I been in here.
Fernando nodded and sat up.
Fernando. Preciate you man..
DeAndre slapped hands with Fernando then a guard appeared in the
cell door.
Guard. Jones.. Time to go..
DeAndre looked at the guard and looked at Fernando.
DeAndre. It's still about an hour on that phone card too..
Fernando nodded again and DeAndre walked out of the cell and
began to follow the guard. He spent the next 45 minutes getting
processed out of the system.
... When he walked outside into the free world with his bag over
his shoulder, he smiled as the breeze hit his face. It had been
3 years since he'd set foot in the free world, and he was ready
to get back to his life. He looked around at the empty street
and sighed.
D2. Where the fuck you at Jay?
Just as he was about to pull out his phone to call, he saw a
land rover approaching. The music was loud, and he already knew
that was his ride. "This muthafucka.."
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Re: New Blood
By: BigBossJay Date: March 23, 2019, 6:55 pm
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Jamal pulled in front of his brother as MJ rolled his window
down.
MJ. Wassup wit' it, bitch?!
MJ jumped from the truck and he and DeAndre embraced each other,
laughing.
MJ. Tried to get solid up in there, ain't you?!
DeAndre. Shit, gotta pass that time.
DeAndre looked at Jamal.
DeAndre. Wassup, Twin?
Jamal. Wassup?
They embraced each other for a while. With everything that had
been going on within the crew, Jamal hadn't made it out to see
his brother in the last 6 months of his bid. He regretted it,
but he knew DeAndre would tell him that the business came first.
DeAndre. Nigga, you got a rover? How much you pulling?
MJ. Same shit I said.
Jamal. Fuck both y'all, aite? Come on, we got a meeting to get
to.
MJ. What meeting?
Jamal. Got a phone call the other day, and it's big.
The trio climbed into the truck. Jamal turned up the music and
sped away from the jail...
...Jamal lead his brother and friend into Amiyah's hair salon.
The women in the shop all became friendly at the sight of the
trio, waving and offering welcome homes to DeAndre. Amiyah came
from the back, shaking her head.
Amiyah. We're back here. Kym, watch the shop for me.
Jamal held onto his briefcase as he walked straight to the back,
kissing Amiyah's cheek on the way.
Amiyah. Nice suit.
Jamal. Fly, right?
They walked to the office area, where Olivia and Xavier sat
posted.
Jamal. Hey, y'all.
Olivia. Hey.
Xavier. What you call us here for, man? I'm missing out on these
dude bros and their caffeine fix.
Xavier took his time embracing DeAndre as Jamal pulled a file
from his briefcase.
Jamal. Got a call the other day from some guys out in San
Fierro. They want to start moving down here, but they quickly
learned they're not stepping into Texas without our go ahead.
MJ. What they talking?
Jamal. 20-80.
MJ scoffed.
MJ. We ain't let them Mexicans push for less than 45.
Jamal. These guys got a whole different product, though. It'd
have to run through Xavier and the coffee spots.
Xavier. Fuck that. I got more than enough on our own, and they
not cutting me 10 for some Facebook nerd drugs.
DeAndre. They gotta go at least 40, J.
Jamal. They're not going for 40.
Amiyah. Then let's go over there and take their shit.
Jamal smiled.
Jamal. I love your enthusiasm, sis. But, no. These are some big
boys.
MJ. If they that big, then they can handle 40. No exceptions.
Jamal nodded.
Jamal. Understood.
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Re: New Blood
By: deHamm Date: March 23, 2019, 7:39 pm
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Olivia nodded.
Olivia. Shit's moving. I can hardly keep product.. But -smile- I
was contacted by Ebony magazine for a story.
MJ. You know you can't do that shit..
Olivia stared blankly at him.
Olivia. I already turned it down. -sigh- I was just excited
since it was a little recognition.
Amiya. Yeahh. Yall do a damn good job though.. No bullshit. I
can go to anybody for the mani and pedi and they get me real
right..
Olivia smiled.
Olivia. Aww. Thank you..
MJ shook his head and rolled his eyes.
MJ. We dont need no extra attention or nobody snooping around..
Amiya. Well. Shits gotta be legit. I know you come up in here
you leaving with a slay for the Gods..
Olivia laughed and the two high fived.
Jamal. Since you can hardly keep product, you think you can
handle a new order?
Jamal looked at Olivia and she nodded.
Olivia. Yeah.. Demand is getting crazy..
Jamal nodded.
Jamal. So 40 and they'll be moving through the salons?
Olivia nodded.
Olivia. That can work..
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Re: New Blood
By: BigBossJay Date: March 23, 2019, 7:58 pm
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DeAndre. Do 50.
Jamal looked at his twin.
Jamal. Why?
DeAndre. San Fierro? Them white boys can afford 50. Half, or no
deal.
MJ. Don't get greedy, bro. Start with 40, but give us an option.
Jamal nodded.
Olivia. How you feel being out, D?
DeAndre. Like I'm ready to fuck some shit up.
Xavier. My nigga!
The two dapped and laughed as Jamal shook his head.
Jamal. You remember what mama said about you getting out, man.
DeAndre. I ain't going back. Don't worry, Twin.
Jamal. I ain't worried. I know you not that stupid. Especially
not when it comes to you and Xavier running together.
MJ. Yeah, you niggas gon' have to dead that. Or at least have a
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Re: New Blood
By: deHamm Date: March 23, 2019, 8:32 pm
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DeAndre. I am sane..
Xavier. Me too..
Jamal. Na.. Yall know what I mean.
DeAndre brushed off Jamal and shook his head.
DeAndre. It's gon be good.. I aint gon wild out.. Long as dont
nobody fuck with me..
Jamal shook his head.
Amiya. Which is exactly why you and X and need to be on yall
own. Neither one of yall gon act right.
Xavier. Dont act like I can't control myself.
Olivia. You can't.. I just had to come to calm your ass down
last week...
Xavier sighed.
Xavier. Stop bringing up old shit..
MJ. What happened?
Olivia and Xavier looked at each other then Olivia spoke up.
Olivia. This fool got into it with one of his customers about
their coffee order.
Xavier. I made the fuckin drink. I know what the fuck I put in
it.
Olivia. That's exactly what he said too.. Kayla called me and I
heard him going off in the background.
Xavier. Aint nobody gon punk me.. And pussy nigga wasn't gon get
his money back either. Aint no refund.
DeAndre. Fuckin right.
DeAndre and Xavier slapped hands again and Jamal shook his head.
Jamal. Yeah.. That's why yall dont need to be handling shit
alone. That's the reason right there.
DeAndre shook his head.
Amiya. You did get big though D2.
DeAndre nodded and smiled as he flexed.
DeAndre. Had to.. Some niggas act like they want the head
knocked off they shoulders... I'll do it for free.
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Re: New Blood
By: BigBossJay Date: March 24, 2019, 2:39 pm
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Jamal. Or you could just, you know, not?
DeAndre. I'll leave the choir boy shit to you, Twin.
Jamal. Of course you will.
DeAndre. How is the laundromat?
Jamal. Solid. We had a little problem while you were gone, but
it's nothing I couldn't handle.
DeAndre. What problem?
MJ. Willie was skimming off the top. He ain't think nobody would
notice, but Jamal handled him.
DeAndre cut his eyes at Jamal.
Jamal. I give him a choice. Deal with Marcus, or leave on his
own accord. He left.
DeAndre. How you know he ain't coming back?
Jamal. Have you dealt with Marcus? He's not coming back.
Jamal chuckled.
MJ. So, everybody's clear? San Fierro coming in for no less than
40, and it'll be run through the ladies.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
Jamal. I'll make Ivy the point of contact, so when you guys
start seeing her around the shops more, don't be alarmed.
Amiya. She stay there anyway, I ain't surprised.
Jamal's phone vibrated and he pulled it from his suit jacket,
reading the text from his father.
Andre.:. You get your brother?
Jamal.:. Yes, sir. We're hanging with the crew for a little
while. You or mama need anything?
Andre.:. We good. Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget.
Jamal stuffed his phone back in his pocket and went into his
briefcase, pulling out two cell phones before handing them to
DeAndre.
DeAndre. Two?
Jamal. One's the regular phone, the other is just for our use.
Everybody's number is programmed into it, so if you get an
unknown or blocked number, it ain't us.
DeAndre. Bet.
MJ. Anything else?
Xavier. I got something.
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Xavier. What would you guys say if I suggested we move away from
this product, and onto something better?
DeAndre. What's better than this?
Xavier. Cars.
Everyone let off a scoff or a chuckle.
Olivia. You think this is The Fast & The Furious?
Xavier. Just listen to me. We're pulling in great money right
now. All of us are well on our way to being millionaires before
30. But, cars is a lot less risk for a lot more money.
Xavier looked to Jamal to back him up and Jamal shrugged.
Jamal. He's right. Not as much heat on cars as there is weight.
A lot less of a liability.
MJ. How the hell would that work? We not a chop shop.
Xavier. That's the beautiful part of it, we don't have to be.
Chop shops are so 15 years ago, man. Now, it's as easy as
getting the cars and putting them back out for resale. Or,
boosting high ticket items for high dollar clients. My homie Ace
up in Hamilton Beach? He made 600k...from 2 hours of work...on
one car.
Amiya. That is a lot of money, Marcus.
Everyone silently thought about it.
Xavier. There's a few local races that happen every couple
weeks. We get in good over there, start making names for
ourselves, and we're good.
Jamal. It can't be that easy.
Xavier. Neither was this until we decided to make it easy. Look,
I'm not saying we dive into the deep end head first. I don't
know...I just figured we would want to move into something
safer. You guys know how our dads wound up...this shit is a
risky business. The more successful you get, the more risk you
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Re: New Blood
By: deHamm Date: March 24, 2019, 4:49 pm
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Amiya looked around at her people and she could tell the idea
was bouncing around in their heads. She thought for a few more
seconds and spoke up with conviction.
Amiya. We can do this shit. Why not?
All eyes fell on her and she sighed.
Amiya. Look. Iono about moving away from what we got goin on
right now.. But a new market wouldn't hurt... Everything running
as smooth as it could.. Right now is the perfect time time try
to jump some new shit off..
Marcus. You don't think black kids walking onto the car market
won't raise some eyes?
Amiya rolled her eyes.
Olivia. We can do it..
Jamal. You and Miya?!
Olivia. And X.. We'll be able to stay lowkey enough to peep the
scene.. But Miya is right.. Low risk and big money is something
we shouldn't be overlooking..
MJ and D2 looked at each other.
DeAndre. You gon able to juggle all of this?
Olivia. Yeah..
Jamal. If anything happens..
Olivia. We already know...
Amiya and MJ both stared at each other. Amiya knew MJ didn't
like new markets or new people, but she also knew no money is
ever left on the table. If she had a bad feeling about it, she
wouldn't co-sign it, but all systems were go.
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Re: New Blood
By: BigBossJay Date: March 24, 2019, 6:04 pm
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Marcus shrugged. Against his better judgement, he knew this
wasn't an opportunity to pass up.
Marcus. Alright, fine. Next race, X and the girls can show their
face.
Xavier. You won't regret it, MJ.
Marcus. I already do.
Marcus pulled Amiya off by her arm as the others discussed the
opportunity. They stared at each other momentarily before he
spoke.
Marcus. I love lil bro, but you know Xavier go off half cocked,
Amiya.
Amiya. We're going to be fine. You know me, if I thought
something would go wrong, I would be the first person against
it.
Marcus. Maybe I need to go with y'all.
Amiya. You've got your hands full, Papa Bear.
Marcus smirked at the mention of his newborn daughter, MaKayla.
Marcus. I ain't gon' lie to you, that shit rough.
Amiya. You're a single parent. If it was easy, everybody would
do it. How is she?
Marcus. She's good. I'm just glad she's not old enough to
remember what the fuck happened.
Amiya. Hey, look at me.
Marcus looked at Amiya, tears stinging his eyes.
Amiya. We're going to find out who killed Brandy, okay? Let the
police do their job.
Marcus. They taking too long. Brandy ain't fuck with nobody,
sis. Them niggas was sending a message to me.
Amiya. Between daddy's hot head and yours, the Greers aren't
short on enemies. Just trust it for now, okay? Focus on your
babygirl and being the best father she can have.
Marcus hugged his big sister's shoulders, letting a few tears
escape his eyes.
Marcus. Be fucking safe, Amiya. I can't lose you to this life,
too.
Amiya. You won't. I promise.
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Re: New Blood
By: deHamm Date: March 24, 2019, 8:51 pm
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DeAndre began to go through both of the phones while Jamal
looked at him.
Jamal. I programmed everybody I could think of..
DeAndre when through the contacts for a second time.
DeAndre. I aint got Ri number..
DeAndre looked at Jamal and Jamal shrugged.
Jamal sighed slightly.
Jamal. She changed her number after you got jammed up.. I seen
her once after that and she avoided me on purpose.
DeAndre. You know where she stay?
Jamal. What I look like nigga?! Google maps?!
DeAndre. Yeah.
DeAndre glared at his brother and Jamal eventually shook his
head and sighed.
Jamal. She stayin on the south with her people... -sigh- I gotta
tell you though..
DeAndre. What?!
Jamal. She got a kid..
DeAndre. What?!
Jamal. She got a kid.. It's like walking and ****..
DeAndre looked at Jamal and his heart broke a little at the
thought of his high school sweetheart having a baby while he was
locked up. He didn't expect her to wait for him since they were
on odds when he went to jail, but he wasn't expecting her to
have a kid by the time he got out. DeAndre sighed out of
frustration as he processed his feelings of betrayal.
DeAndre. When we wrap up this ****.. You takin me by there.
Jamal. De..
DeAndre. Ion give a ****. You gon take me..
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