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  Chiraq Killinois 2:

  Revenge & Redemption

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  Hood Chronicles and Racquel Williams

  Chiraq Killinois 2:

  Revenge & Redemption 1st ed. ebook

  Ebook Edition © 2014

  Credits:

  Editor: Joy Hammond Nelson

  Publisher: Worldhaven Agenda

  Chiraq Killinois 2:

  Revenge & Redemption

  THE STREETS ARE CALLING!

  In every trap in the hood, dopeboys make the block go wild

  Little Tony only kept lent in his pockets, and fell in love with D-boys flamboyant lifestyle

  Starting out with a nick, Tony, eventually, saw a brick

  Yet, that was nothing compared to the sight of watching his door being kicked

  "Get on the floor!" they ordered, and in his mind, he thought they were police

  Too bad for lil Tony, these enforcers weren't the type to bring about peace

  For 1,008 grams, Tony had jeopardized his life

  This morning, he never thought he'd be paying the ultimate price

  Two shots silenced the call, and poor Tony was no more

  Retrieving all that they pleased, the Jackboys raced back out of Tony's front door...

  THE STREETS ARE CALLING!

  Chap ter 1: The Rebirth

  Eight months had slowly drifted by since the horrible attack on Byron's life, which left his newborn daughter in the Intensive Care Unit. Puffing on a loudpack of weed, thoughts of wickedness began to cloud his young mind.

  In one split second, he had lost everything, which he once cherished. Nafeesa blamed him for the condition that their child was in. Tubes were stuck in Camari's little body in an attempt to salvage what bit of life she had left. Nafeesa blamed Byron as a coping mechanism. It was the only way that she could deal with the intense pain that she felt.

  The only avenue Byron had, as far as communication, with his child's mother was Ms. Diane. She didn't blame Byron for what happened at all. Instead, she felt for the young boy. It was her and Aunt Charlene at his bedside when he awoke from the coma the doctors had induced. It was nothing less than a miracle of God that the boy had survived.

  Throwing his body over Camaris', Byron received nearly thirty bullets within his frame. It took the doctors hours to carefully remove each one from his body. Confined to the bed, doctors thought he would never walk again. It took almost a month for his memory to return and that's when he finally asked about his daughter. The recollection of the fatal event that landed him in the hospital washed over him like a wave of rage.

  "Where is Camari? Where is Nafeesa?" he questioned. Aunt Charlene and Ms. Diane both dreaded having to answer his questions. After coming to the realization that Nafeesa blamed him for what he and his daughter were forced to endure, Byron grew bitter. He felt as though God was playing some type of cruel trick on him.

  Who would wake a man up to nothing but torment and loss? he contemplated.

  It wasn't long before Jemarkus showed up with his counterfeit concern. Encouraging Byron to get out of his bed, Jemarkus placed his purple bandana back in his hand. "Consider this your lucky charm. We the only niggas to truly ever really have your back, fam. Hurry home...the streets need you," Jemarkus urged.

  Wanting desperately to see his child, Byron fought to walk again. He refused the nurses’ offers to push him in a wheelchair to go and see Camari. He desired to be able to walk in on his own two feet. Over the next few weeks, Byron began rehabilitation through physical therapy. The doctors were amazed at his speedy progress. Byron knew that his motivation stemmed from a fear of not being able to see his daughter if she didn't pull through soon. It took an entire seven months for Byron to be treated and be able to walk by himself. The final month they kept him in the hospital to monitor his health before release.

  Once he was cleared, Ms. Diane and Aunt Charlene ushered him down to tiny Camari's room. Bracing himself, he went inside. Approaching the small incubator, Byron's eyes grew huge when he saw his child. Tubes were in her body, down her throat, and she was a scary yellowish color. IV's were in her little arms trying to fill her body with the necessary nutrients and vitamin supplements needed.

  Byron stared at the bullet wounds, which were scattered across her body. Tears instantly fell from his eyes as he collapsed back into the wall. From that moment, all he could see was blood. He wanted the men responsible for his pain dead. Right then, he made up in his mind that he wouldn't rest until he saw to it that he found them. Vowing to never return to that hospital room until he had his vengeance, Byron stormed out in fury.

  Aunt Charlene was saddened by the fact that her nephew had lost his way. Returning home, she recognized the difference. He slept all day, and stayed up all night. Rarely did he eat, and he kept his bandana tight around his head religiously. She saw nothing but aggression and oftentimes feared living under the same roof with him.

  Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he heard his cell begin to sound off. "Yeah," he answered.

  "Let's roll nigga! I'm downstairs," Jemarkus informed him.

  "Bet that," he replied while hitting the end call button.

  Jemarkus watched as his partner approached his vehicle. He knew he had to play it cool and never allow Byron to find out the truth about him ordering the hit.

  He considered Byron a valuable street soulja. Of course, his vision became clouded with a new baby and Anteyvion’s bitch ass all in his ear, but now, all of that was a non-factor. Jemarkus was ready to reintroduce his homie to the game. Little did he know; the game was not ready for the new and improved Byron.

  Opening the door, Byron hopped inside and passed his homie his blunt. "Right on time, my nigga," Jemarkus graciously accepted. Viewing the purple flag tied around Byron's head in typical 2pac fashion, he smiled while puffing away.

  Byron stared out into the cold city streets as they began to cruise. Jemarkus didn't know how to take his friend’s silence. A bit uneasy, he began to speak while passing back the blunt. Byron retrieved it and took a hard pull. "That shit was fucked up what them bitch niggas did to you," Jemarkus said.

  "And my daughter," Byron reminded.

  Jemarkus cut his eyes at his friend. "Yeah, and your daughter. No worries though, we gonna find them dudes and kill they whole family," Jemarkus promised.

  Byron turned to face Jemarkus with a no nonsense facial expression that slightly intimidated the latter. "Nigga, you out here in these streets every muthafuckin’ day for what? I been gone for eight months and you ain't got no info for me on who the fuck tried to end me and my baby girl existence! You supposed to been had them bitches tied up in a basement waiting on me to get back to them," Byron snapped.

  Jemarkus was stunned. "Man, the streets been so crazy-"

  Byron cut Jemarkus off quickly. "Fuck the streets! When I find out who got my baby lying up in that hospital on that respirator them niggas gonna bleed in these same crazy streets! Pull this gotdamn car over!"

  Nervous, Jemarkus questioned him, "Pull over?"

  "Nigga yes! Pull this muthafucka over now!"

  Without a moment of hesitation, he did as instructed. Unleashing his pistol, Byron kicked his door open and hopped out. Jemarkus stared at him in awe. Approaching two men walking into a restaurant, Byron followed close behind them as they headed inside.

  Looking at the menu above the counter, Jerz began browsing the selection of flavorful chicken. It was Jerz's companion who was the first to turn around and spot Byron's vibrant gun. "Yo!" was all he could exclaim before Byron smacked him to the floor. Jerz spun to face the action dumbfounded.

  Jemarkus watched as people raced out of the corner restaurant in panic. Retrieving his weapon, Jemarkus hopped out and made his way inside.

  Jerz watched his partner spit his bloody teeth out as Byron aimed the nine milli his way. "Where the fuck my money, Jerz?" Byron questioned while cocking back his artillery.

  Trembling in fear, Jerz managed to speak. "Man, I swear I will get you that bread as soon as I can...shit been hard out here in these streets," he said.

  "Muthafucka!" Byron snapped aiming the pistol at Jerz’s kneecap and busting off a round. The cashiers turned their heads as Jerz howled out in pain and collapsed to the floor. Jemarkus was beyond disbelief. "Nigga, you in here buying all this delicious chicken and shit, but you can't run me my money? If you don't have my grip this evening you better move your whole fuckin family to Pluto," Byron promised before mushing his tear stained face to the floor.

  Walking past Jemarkus as if he wasn't there, Byron patiently headed back to the passenger seat. It was quite apparent to Jemarkus that he was dealing with a changed man. Looking over to the two men on the floor, he shook his head and ran out to his car.

  ****

  Ms. Diane carefully carried a tray of Starbucks coffee into Camari's hospital room for her
and her daughter. It broke her heart to watch Nafeesa sit all day in and out in front of that incubator. Sliding her chair beside her daughter, Ms. Diane took a seat and handed the child her coffee cup.

  "Thank you," Nafeesa said while accepting her beverage. Ms. Diane swept Nafeesa's hair from out of her face and smiled at her baby. "Why are you smiling at me?" Nafeesa wondered.

  "Because even in tragic times, it feels good to know that God is still smiling down on us, baby. Trust me, I know it's hard right now, but He will see us all through this just as He always has with everything else."

  Nafeesa shook her head in disagreement. "What kind of God would allow something like this to happen to an innocent little baby? Where was his smile when Camari needed it?"

  "Nafeesa, don't question God's ways-"

  "What? I sure in the hell will question His ways," she replied while rising to her feet. "My baby, my firstborn is laying in that bed on life support and she hasn't done anything wrong...never got a chance too! You'd better believe God and every damn thing else is in question now," she spat.

  Ms. Diane placed her coffee cup on the floor and went to hug her daughter tight. The tears began to pour from Nafeesa's eyes as her mother held her close. All she could do was wish to one day be able to hug and squeeze Camari once again.

  "God can't be real...no God would allow this to happen," she whispered through the pain.

  "Nafeesa don't you think that Byron feels the same way? You two need each other more than ever now and-"

  Nafeesa quickly pushed away from her mother's loving embrace. "He don't even care enough to be here so how am I supposed to sympathize with him? He's the reason my daughter is lying there fighting for her life! He ain't nothing but a young thug and I could care less if I ever see him again," Nafeesa replied.

  Ms. Diane shrugged her shoulders realizing that her daughter’s words stemmed from a place of pain instead of rationale. "Baby, just like you are trying to find a coping mechanism to deal with your pain, he is too and I think in time you will see that. Stop being so hard on him and let the true process of healing begin."

  Nafeesa heard her mother loud and clear but carried on as if she hadn't heard a single word.

  "Remember," Ms. Diane continued, "Byron was nearly killed that day as well and will forever have to live with what happened to Camari too. To have you hate him for what was out of his control only makes the cut that much more deep."

  Nafeesa stood in silence looking down at Camari.

  "Nafeesa, you should reach out to him." Finally, Ms. Diane prompted a response as her child turned to speak.

  "I hate him and will never have anything to say to him ever again," Nafeesa vowed.

  Ms. Diane walked over to her daughter and they both sadly looked down at Camari.

  ****

  Arriving at Jemarkus' spot, the two headed inside. Byron was shocked to find Kimbo, Tracey, and Nigeria present. Likewise, the trio looked just as amazed.

  "Yeah, my nigga back in full force!" Jemarkus shouted in order to kill the awkward vibe.

  Following suit, the trio rushed to embrace Byron. Completely oblivious to their deceit, Byron hugged the guys and they each exchanged their personalized handshake only reserved for the Murda Gang.

  "Alright now, let's get down to business," Jemarkus stated.

  Everyone found a spot on the sofa as he began to speak. "Now, as we all know, King Louie’s death rocked the whole nation and the Murda Gang has had several differing opinions on how to avenge the King because don't nobody know who killed him."

  "Which is crazy as fuck to me. How we got all these niggas out here, but can't nobody find out who killed the head of our body? Don't nobody know who lit my ass up? Don't nobody know who got my daughter laying up on life support? What the fuck do any of y’all niggas know? This shit bogus! Y’all sleeping while our fam leaking," Byron snapped.

  Again, the trio were in awe and completely silent. Everyone was introduced to a new side of Byron that none was prepared for. "Calm down," Jemarkus said grasping his partner by the shoulder.

  Pushing his friend back and pulling out his gun, Byron continued to spazz. "Fuck you mean calm down? Nigga you and all of you muthafuckas better start tightening shit up around here! This ain't no damn game, and I'll be a fool if I get caught slippin’ again. Lord forbid my baby don't make it and we ain't found no suspects...’cause I promise y’all if that be the case, anybody can get it! I don't give a fuck if you a neutron or banging red, blue, black, green, or purple damn it!"

  Jemarkus was dumbfounded as were the rest. This nigga is crazy, Nigeria silently thought. Kimbo and Tracey both looked petrified at Jemarkus' flushed face. Placing his gun back in his waistband, Byron leaned over on the wall signaling for Jemarkus to wrap up the meeting.

  "Listen, Byron is absolutely right. We out here looking weak because the unity we once had ain't there no more. Murda Gang splitting up into too many separate factions and there ain't no real leadership. What we gotta do is head our own clique and reunite the rest," Jemarkus admitted.

  "So how we make that happen?" Kimbo questioned.

  "Well, we got three main rivals that pose internal threats...Manny, Chocolate, and AK."

  "What, them niggas heading they own cliques of the Murda Gang?" Byron asked.

  "Yeah, them niggas been getting money too," Tracey confessed.

  "I spoke with everyone else and they all agreed to reunite, but these three niggas allowing their temporary power to go straight to they noodle. I came to them and they politely said go fuck yo’ self," Jemarkus said.

  "Nothing else needs to be said," Byron replied with Camari on his mind.

  Everyone watched as he headed outside. Jemarkus made sure the coast was clear before he spoke. "Y’all niggas listen up close," he whispered. All three boys sat with their eyes glued to the boss. "Y’all already see what we working with. Byron ain't the same Byron and we need to make sure he never finds out that we were behind the shooting," he said.

  "Why don't we just put that shit on somebody else?" Nigeria suggested.

  "Like who? Right now, we got too much biz to handle on this side to be warring with any rival sets," Jemarkus reasoned.

  "Shit, a hit like that wouldn't have been planned by no civilians," Tracey admitted.

  Instantly, what seemed like a bright idea went off in Jemarkus' devious little brain. "What you thinking?" Kimbo enquired reading the expression on his face.

  "Chocolate, Manny, and AK...Even more of a reason to make sure them bitch niggas get cancelled out," he smiled.

  "But I thought the plan was to talk to them? They still Murda Gang fam," Tracey said.

  Jemarkus swiftly slapped him across the face. "Either get with program or get buried. This nigga out for blood and you better be sure it ain't yours he uses to quench his thirst!" Jemarkus retorted.

  Tracey apologized for his error in judgment as the boss left. Nigeria chuckled and headed to the bathroom. "I ain't feeling this shit, Kimbo," Tracey began.

  "You ain't feeling what?"

  "I never wanted to take the hit on King Louie, or Byron and his little one. My nigga, now he got us plotting to kill three more muthafuckas that's supposed to be our fam. This shit ain't feeling right at all," Tracey admitted.

  "Homie, we gotta do what we gotta do. I feel where you coming from, but this the life we chose to lead out here...anything goes in these streets," Kimbo assured.

  Tracey sat silently as Nigeria returned with his phone in hand. Tapping the screen, he was inconspicuously sending his boss a text message.

  Before starting up his car, Jemarkus read the message he had just received. Tracey might be snitch material. He in here feeling some type of way about us getting rid of these niggas. One more loose end to tie up, he read silently to himself. Shaking his head in disbelief, Jemarkus texted back.

  Nigeria read the response and smirked as he fired up a cigarillo with the crew.

  Chap ter 2: So Much Pain

  Stepping inside the smoke filled nightclub in search of Aunt Charlene, Anteyvion began scanning the bar section. Happy to see the young man, she flagged him down with a wave of the hand. Walking over, he gave the woman a friendly hug.

  "I am so glad you could make it back out here," she greeted.