Thugs Ain't For Me: Chapter II

26: The War Grows ...

*1 Week Later*

Omar

"There them niggas go right there!" I swerve the car around the block and follow the all white Camaro. It has been seven days of war. Blood has been left all over San Diego and many niggas lay dead right now. Zaz asked me to join in last week and I couldn't miss a chance at finally ending Davon. This has been the most brutal war since and it was finally time to get my revenge. "Push this muhfucker Omar!" Damien yells in my ear and I read my MPH meter, 200 mph.

"I'm going as fast as this car go!" I yell back and grab my piece. "Just start to shooting nigga!" They all hang out windows and start blowing at the car. Just then Robin return fire and I duck trying to avoid being hit. "I'm about to go this way." I make a right turn into Caliber's Grove. It was a low ditch area and I was looking for a short cut to catch them off guard.

"They right behind us Omar!" Tyler yells from behind me.

"They what?!" This wasn't the plan. I was suppose to sneak into Caliber's Grove and come up on them unexpectedly but my plan failed. I looked through the rear view mirror and see the bright headlights of the Camaro right on our ass. "SHOOT! SHOOT!" I order to my crew who apparently thought it was time to take a rest. The back windshield of my car was shattered and everybody dropped to floor of the car. I cut through a alley trying to slow them down some but they was hot on my trail.

"Omar go this way!" Damien commanded. I follow his orders and we ended up losing them finally. I can hear the heavy breathing of everybody in the car. "Everybody good?" He asked and we just nod. This gave us time to reload and relax.

"Where did Zaz want us to meet?" I ask.

"...He said something about his house. I'll call him." But before Damien got his phone out of his pocket a engine blared behind us and bullets came from left to right. I kick up speed and exit the alley this time making a left.

Our cars raced side by side as we continued to shoot. Traffic was in the way of me making an exit off the freeway and cars tried moving desperately out of the way of the shooting. Sirens picked up eventually and I knew it was time for this to end before we got arrested.

"Pull up right here Omar....I'm going to end this." Damien states and I move along side of the Camaro Davon was driving. Bullets struck the side of the door and I get a inch ahead of their car while Damien returned fire. With my piece still out I use my left hand to join in.

Blood splattered all over the windshield of the Camaro as the car drove off the road and into another car. I catch speed and watch from the rear view as the police cars stop to inspect the car. I turn to Damien in silence.

"It's over boss.." He says.....

Mean While ...

Kasey

"Well well well...." Deontae and Brandon walk into the warehouse.

"MIA!" Brandon rushes over to his bride to be. "Oh my God Mia!" They hug and cry. I know he wasn't expecting her to be alive but she was a part of my plan.

"What do you want Kasey?" Deontae asks with a chill in his voice.

"Don't be so hostile Deontae or shall I call you Master D?" I joke.

"What do you want!?" He yells through gritted teeth. I walk over toward Mia, the girl I kidnapped about a month ago, and grab the handles of the wheelchair she was strapped in.

"I want your profits in return of her." I say and Brandon looks over to his brother.

"My profits?...from what?" He gets interested.

"I know about your strip club chain....I know you have a cocaine line running from your most populous club right here in San Diego...The Wet Blanket." His expression suddenly changes and now I know that he is following what I was saying. "Yeah so either you make the arrangment so that we both start makin' that profit or she goes.....out the window." I turn her wheelchair toward the giant bay window facing over the lake. I see Brandon try and make his way back toward her and with just a look I encourage him not too.

"You gotta be out of yo motherfucking mind if you think I'm going to let you in on my business nigga! Go ahead kill her!" He says and I walk her closer to the window.

"Wait! Deontae ....please?" Brandon begins to beg his brother. "You can't let the mother of my child die D....man please."

"..Brandon...How is he?" Mia asks.

"He's perfect baby...please D?" He returns his attention back to his brother. I roll my eyes at all the tears in the room. This was gettin' to emotional for me. Deontae has a irritable look on his face and I look at the imaginary watch on my wrist.

"Time is sensitive Deontae."

"What exactly is it that you want?" He folds his arms.

"You let my guys run my products through there and whatever profit that comes in I get 60%." I voice my plan.

"60%?! Are you outta yo mind!?" He heads toward the door.

"NO! WAIT WAIT! Kasey let me just talk to him for a second..."I shrug and Brandon follows his brother toward the exit and they stand and discuss somethings before walking back to into the room.

"....He's agreed to do 50% and free private dances..." Brandon speaks for his brother.

"I think I asked for 60%." I take pleasure in making him more upset.

"Kasey?" Brandon starts and I smile and roll the wheelchair over to the window. "Please don't Kasey."

"I asked for 60%....now am I gettin' 60 or what?"

".....You'll start at 55% and the more we make the more you'll get....alright?" His plan didn't sound all that bad is I agreed and rolled the wheelchair over to Brandon who hurriedly untied his fiance from the chair.

"Now that we have an agreement why don't we head over to the club and start some paperwork. I need your statement in writing." I smirk heading out with them trailing behind me.