Hood Math (HDLY#4)

Chapter sixteen

Train and Tamel both jumped behind the couch that was in the room. Charmaine jumped under the bed and Chardae ran towards the bathroom door as bullets starting tearing up the front door of the motel room they were in.

"I told you this was a set-up," Tamel forecasted pulling out his weapon he was so glad that he took with him.

"Why would I call you over here just to set you up?" Charmaine defended from under the bed.

"Yo, if this is one of that new chick's baby daddies shooting at us because she's supposed to be home dry breastfeeding DeMarcus Junior, we are going to have problems," Train remarked.

"Fuck you," Train heard Chardae spat from the bathroom. "How I know you wasn't followed and you brought them?"

"Because why they wait until I get here?" Train responded. "Unless he wanted to know where his third baby mama paid for that Similac milk when you told him your food stamp card run out last week."

"Where your burner?" Tamel whispered to Train.

"Where you think it is?" Train replied. "Back in the car. I thought we was going to talk not reenact a scene from Grand Theft Auto San Andreas."

"It's not going to be long before either those bullets reach us or the cops that are on their way do," Tamel reasoned.

Train nodded. "What you suggest big brother? We go out shooting our guns flying in the air like we doing an audition tape for Bad Boys 3?"

"I got you," Train heard Chardae say from the bathroom and then heard a shower curtain being pulled back.

Chardae tossed out a duffel bag. "I brought some shit just in case y'all dumb niggas brought company."

"How the fuck..."Tamel couldn't even get the words out before the door blow off the hinges and red dots started appearing in the rooms.

"We being attacked by the niggas that took out Scarface," Train said. "We fucked."

"Get the duffel!" Charmaine yelled from her position under the bed.

"I forgot you was here," Train replied. "You've been so quiet. Usually..."

"Shut the fuck up and grab..."Charmaine was about to say when Chardae came out the bathroom shooting off an Uzi she in her hands towards the door's direction.

Train used that time to reach out and grab the duffel bag. He opened up the bag and smiled.

"G.I. Jane brought all her little accessories," Train said pulling out a Mossberg shotgun from the bag.

Chardae was still running towards the door shooting her machine gun. She caught two men dressed in all black fatigues trying to come up towards the door.

Chardae spotted two big jeeps in the parking lot that wasn't there before, and men with heavy artillery jumping out of the back of them.

The drivers flashed on the high beams and it became a full light show. The gleam from the sudden light blinded Chardae and she put up a hand to cover her eyes and was rewarded with a shot in the shoulder.

Chardae fell back in the room and crawled towards the bed.

"How's it look out there?' Train asked.

"We surrounded," Chardae informed.

"Good, because I really thought it was your baby father and two of his cousins out there," Train replied.

"What the fuck is your problem?' Chardae inquired wondering how Train could crack jokes at a time like this.

"My problem is I'm in a motel not getting head and fighting against all the men you gave your virginity to and didn't call them back afterwards," Train remarked.

Tamel retrieved another shotgun that was in the duffel bag.

"Where the fuck are the cops?" Tamel was suspicious.

They was literally having a shootout at a public motel and not one police car, truck, or ambulance was showing up. Tamel didn't even hear sirens in the distance.

"You want to dial 911, Wyclef?" Train asked Tamel. "I don't fucking know. Unless this was a set-up."

"By who?" Tamel was getting tired of all of these people trying to kill him and his brother.

"I don't know the tooth fairy because your baby teeth had too many cavities," Train responded. "Who gives a shit now?"

"Would you please stop talking and..." Chardae's words was stopped short by a gas grenade being tossed in the room.

The room immediately feel with smoke and everyone started coughing and choking.

"I can't see shit," Tamel said.

"Yeah I feel like I'm one of Snoop Dog's lungs," Train said waving a pile of smoke that was stinging his eyes.

Train heard shouting and movement coming from outside the room. Then he heard more gunfire. Then he heard nothing.

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Justin nodded as he held the cell phone to his ear. "Yeah, ok, thanks."

Justin ended his call and the cell phone back in his pocket.

Justin smiled as he turned to look at Trunk.

"All is taken care of," Justin informed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunk asked.

"Meaning we no longer need your daughter," Justin smirked. "Well, not for this anyway."

"What did you just say?" Trunk was fuming. "What have you done with my daughter? I'm not playing no games with you. If you so much as..."

Justin put a finger to his own lips. "Shhhhh. I choose my words very carefully if I was you."

"Why is that?" Trunk asked.

"Because words can get you killed," Justin said then pulled out his gun from his back waistline and shoot Trunk in the head.

Trunk dropped to the ground with a hard thud.

"Can't find good help these days," Justin sighed.

Justin looked at the men around him that was in shock and disbelief at to what just transpired.

"Well, don't just stand there," Justin ordered. "Pick him up, put him in his favorite place, the trunk. And call Debbie and tell her she will have a new hoe for her castle soon."

"Let's go," Justin said clapping his hands together and everyone around him started moving.

Justin smiled to himself as he watched Trunk's body being dragged off. "This shit is finally going to be over. Payback is mine."