In The Kutt

No Honor Amongst Thieves

Chapter 20

Ridin around the city solo this time, Kirk was quiet. He turned off his radio so he could think more clearly,as he took a drag of his cigarette,and looked around. Something he took care of from ground up,was no longer wit him,and someone who been around him since forever,no longer listened.

As Whatever was left of the sun, started to glare into his front window shield, Kirk took a trip down the memory lane,lookin back on how it all started with everybody before their friendship faded. Bear grew up with them out here comin up in the 23rd from the time he was 14 and so on. He originally was from Chicago,and also the youngest of their whole used to be crew.

Kirk remembered the first day they met Bear. He had just migrated from windy city to the south,and was bringin in his dog to a place where an illegal dog fighting ring was held and ran by Mr Dave. It was also a place where underground fightin took place, and drugs were being sold as well. Mr Dave was considered an Og who was a shot caller for the whole 12th Street,and pretty much the leader of the 12th street gang. He was also known as shady bidness man.

One evenin,Bear was shooting dice, when he came up and told him he was up next.

Hey who dog is this,he asked as Bear took a hit of his blunt after picking up the money from the dice game that he had won. Mine. You up,then. Aye who the fuck let this kid in here?! Steven, leave that bitch alone and get yo ass back to the front and watch the door. If anybody come in here when they not supposed to be in here,that's yo ass! And you he said turnin back to Bear. I can't even take you serious right now. But if you don't get yo lil ass outta here wit that lil bitty ass dog,that's dog food boy! This place is called the Pit Of Death for a reason. You know what? Come on,let me take you where you finna be at. Grab yo dog. Now look here. I'm only giving you a walk-thru cause my door man Steven letting anybody in here,and cause you got a dog,and if you got a dog in here, you here to fight. I might be showing you around the scenery and shit,but your lil motherfuckin ass gone get more than you bargained for,then you gone run home crying when that dog get her damn throat ripped out. Done brought your family pet out here to die. Damn. Peebles we gone miss you after tonight,Mr Dave said eyein the dog. Now pay attention,kid. Check this out. We got the mma cage right here,if you ever get beef and don't wanna know what the inside of a jail cell looks like,come here to take out your frustrations. Let's say you come to fight the neighborhood bully,and y'all meet up here. Any weapons on you,comes to me, BEFORE you step in to glove up. Sometimes people might bet on y'all,and you'll make a lil side money,like if someone bet three hunnet dollars on you,the most you'd get is fifty dollars. I know it seems a little low,but if you were to become a fighter for me, you'd make 100 to 150 a fight. But like I was saying any gun or knife, whatever you have when you come up in here, goes straight to me. Once I get your weapons yeah, you'll get em back.. but after the fight. Also for insurance reasons,any and every gun that comes in the pit,leaves a lil different. For example, let's also say figuratively,a nigga come in wit a shotgun. Win lose or draw,at the end of the fight,he can take that shotgun back home but them bullets won't be going back wit him. Cause we have a no ammo return policy. You look like you can scrap well. I mean you DO got the weight to beat up half of these motherfuckas in here. When I tell you don't wanna catch a murder charge,I mean it. You dont. We use gloves up in here. Everybody goes home safe. And on this side where we going,its a dog eat dog world. If your dog gets killed and you lose,oh well. But seriously is this what you bringin in today? Do your momma know you over here wit her dog? It don't even matter,that thing don't even look like it stand a chance. You wanna see what you fightin? You wanna see? Look. Look at that beast over there. You see him? That's a Cane Corso,also known as the champ. Wide ass head on it. It's been undefeated for two years and running. You have a skinny ass female American pitbull terrier,wit barely a lil weight on it. It's not gone work,I ain't no hater but it just ain't gone work. But if you wanna quit while you ahead,the door is over there. Since I'm also "that nice man Mr Dave" I'll even give you your money back,so you can go buy a couple snickers and Hershey bars. It's not too late to home,lil nigga.