A Killer'z Ambition 3: A Killer'z Ambition, #3

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Killer’z

Ambition 3

Wrath of Carmelo

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NATHAN WELCH EPIDEMIC

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

All praises to Allah, the creator of all the worlds and everything that exists. We praise him and we seek his guidance and we see his protection and we seek his forgiveness. I bear witness that there is no one worthy of worship except Allah and Muhammad (PBUH) is his slave and final messenger sent to all mankind. Without the blessings from Allah, none of this would be possible!!!

To my mother, Ms. Patricia M. Welch, thank you for giving me life and being there for me when I need you. You’re a true testament of a caring woman. Your strength inspires me to keep on pushing forward through this storm even when I want to quit sometimes. I love you so much and always will!!!

To my family: Morticia P. Gray – I love you so much, Sis! Thanks for being there.

To Ms. Tiah Short: Here we go again and I wanna thank you for riding with me even when I’m being an asshole. Your patience and all that you have done have shown me the real meaning of loyalty and I’m forever grateful. Thanks again for the opportunity.

To all the D.C. hustlers putting the city on the map, I salute you and encourage you to push harder and never be content. To Jason Poole, author of Prince of the City; Eyone Williams, author, rapper, actor, and screenplay writer; Anthony Buckey Fields, author of The Ultimate Sacrifice series; R. J. Champ, author of A Beautiful Satan; Wale, rapper with MMG; Taby Bonney, rapper; Young Farmers, rappers; TCB; Rare Essence; Backyard Band; The What Band; and all the go-go bands putting it down in the city, keep doing it big!

To my special lady friend, Ms. Tiffany M. Cherry: Baby, you really have touched my life and I’ll always love you unconditionally for it no matter what paths we take in life.

R.I.P. Antonio Pusshead Wilson

To all the men in the struggle: they can’t break us no matter what they do. Strive to be better than you were yesterday and strive even harder to be great for tomorrow. To Mike Lucas (my big brother); Timothy Tim Dog Hairston; Azariah Head Israel; Marquette Quette Cheadle; Maurice Moon Proctor; Donte Black Magic Robinson; Maurice Teny Man Tyree (Revolution); Marquette Black Quette Muschette; Sean Teflon Branch; Marky Tuff Slim Hoyce; Mario; Lil Bill; Andre DC Lane; Jayvon Big Bug Allen; Maruice Moe Styles Fells; London Ford; Yusef Yu-Yu Odemns; Keith Son-Son Sampler; Ricky Pretty Bailey; Antone White; Donnie Bob; BG; Gucci; Boo-Boo; Tuff Slim (Da’Mobb of Congress Park – loyalty over everything); Cartoon; Fatty; Nut; Whack; Facemob; Kofi; Jo-Jo Green; Step-Dog; Bushwhack; Russell Big Russ Wiseman; Christopher Foots Wiseman; Rotnot; Young Russ from 1-2; Chuck Rob; Boosie Bad Ass; Doughboy; Alonzo Zohan Marlow; Charlie Ticket; Louis Lou Saunders; Calvin Eastgate Fats Wright; Raphael Riff-Raff Parker; Jamaal Mad Dog; Fice; Antone Tone White; Fudge; Pooh; TJ; Lemon; Reds; Big Griff; Doo-Doo; Dawud; Luqman; Kat; Vincent Bey; Ishmael; Larry Hagins; Cheese Go-Round 2 times; John Strap Harris; Chunky; Wayne Taylor; Cee(Tuchs Faluchs); Rome; Bo; Buddha; Maurice Poo Poo Proctor; Robert Applehead Barton; Henry Lil Man James; Andre Darden; Donell Porter; Roberto ET Garcia; Eric Underdue-Bey; Charles Bone Ford; Samuel Chin Carson; Timothy Tiny Williams; Pickles; Cardoza Swoll Sims; Church; Lil Nard and my B-More homies: Mumbles; Chubbs; Nasty; Tim; Boo; Snags; Lil Frank White; Mark from Baton Rouge.

To all the other good men I may have forgotten: charge it to my head and not my heart. If I dealt with you, you know who you are, so please sign your name here ________________________so you won’t be left out and mad at me for not acknowledging you. I got nothing but love for thugz!!!

Finally and most importantly, to all my fans. I really love your support the most because you love and enjoy what I do, and that means so much to me. Thank you for your support. Now please, spread the word and push me on to the bestseller’s list!!! Thanks again, because without you guys, none of this would have ever been possible.

Please feel free to let me know what you think. Send all your comments, inquiries, criticisms, and reviews to:

Nathan Welch # 09314-007

P.O. Box 2000

Bruceton Mills, WV 26525

WARNING!

The drama covered in this novel is very explosive and will possibly have you up reading all night!

Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Prelude

Getting caught by the cops anywhere in Prince George’s County, Maryland even under normal circumstances is a lesson in plain stupidity.

But when getting caught standing over a dead body with the murder weapon in hand, you can pretty much cancel all lifelong plans of being a citizen in free society.

I wasn’t getting away with murder tonight. I had gotten caught in mid-swing by some undercover super-cop who had burst inside the restroom aiming a Glock 40 at my head.

Drop the bat, now! Now! Now! his angry voice shouted, which left me no choice.

Damn, I’m fucked, I thought while dropping the aluminum baseball bat and raising my hands in surrender.

Why me? Why now? I questioned God, knowing that I was on my way to prison for doing something I was quite sure nobody would ever do or think about doing for me. It didn’t really matter because the principality of the matter drove my actions. If it took for me to suffer another prison bid for other solid men to see the light, then I’d take whatever was forthcoming on the chin for upholding the street law and doing what was right. To live is to suffer; to suffer is to define meaning and your calling in life. My calling was eliminating all rats and other slimeballs that tainted and ruined the game. The cop standing before me also had a calling: to stop me by any means necessary.

Damn, I’m fucked!

Chapter 1

Now, move over here towards me! Do it slowly…slowly! the cop commanded, keeping the gun aimed at my head.

I was fighting with everything I had to keep a measured sense of calm about me, something I’d always been terrible at faking. Officer, I know how this looks, but I ca-can explain, I said, swallowing hard and keeping my trembling hands high in the air.

Explain it to the judge and jury, killer! the cop said, rocking a stone-cold expression that meant I’d failed miserably at talking my way out of this ordeal.

As soon as I stepped over the rat’s twitching body, the bathroom door flew open, making the cop react swiftly. He swung his service pistol towards the guy trying to enter the bathroom.

Oooh shit! the man bellowed in a frightened tone as he threw himself back against the door. My bad! My bad! I ain’t see shit! I ain’t see -

Just calm down, alright? the cop said, quickly turning the gun back on me. I’m a cop. I just need for you to go back out there, locate the manager of this place, and tell ‘em to call 9-1-1.

Y-y-yes, sir! The man nodded vigorously and ran out of the bathroom.

As the guy ran away to do his duty as a citizen, I began wiping sweat from my face and thinking about Markita and my son, wondering if I would ever see them as a free man again…

Chapter 2

Several seconds later, the man ran out into the dark sports bar, looking around wildly, He looked back at the bathroom several times as he made his way back over to his table. Then he flopped down in the booth, where Titus and D.C. sat enjoying the basketball game. He cut off the flat screen TV, immediately grabbing Titus and D.C.’s attention.

Fuck is you doing, Breaker? D.C. snapped in an angry tone. We watching the game.

Slim, I just went to the bathroom and saw your geekin’-ass man hemmed up by the bodines. The wide-eyed look he gave them alerted both men that he was dead serious.

What? Titus and D.C. blurted in unison.

Yeah, Slim, the cop told me to come out here and get the manager and tell ‘em to call 9-1-1. Picture dat! Jawbreaker said, pointing over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.

Titus started focusing in on the action going on around the dark sports bar. Man, we can’t just leave him high and dry. We gotta get him up outta there!

How D.C. asked at the same time as the plainclothes cop was walking out of the bathroom backwards with his gun aimed at Carmelo.

Just like this, Titus said, easing his gun out of his waistband. He studied the cop holding his little homie at gunpoint and then checked the crowded bar.

As soon as the cop began whistling for assistance, Titus made his move and let his gun do all the talking and directing.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM!

As soon as the rapid gunfire exploded, chaos and pandemonium ensued. The plainclothes cop ducked quickly and tried to pinpoint the shooter. When he raised up to focus on his suspect, he felt his jaw explode in pain.

Carmelo had hit the cop with a wild haymaker, following it up with three more ferocious blows. As the cop wobbled drunkenly on his feet, Carmelo went in for the kill…

Chapter 3

After I hit the cop with three more vicious haymakers, he looked drunk enough to fall down, but something kept him standing. I clotheslined him, knocking him out cold as crazy chaos erupted all around me.

Move!

Fuck outta my way!

Aaaah, help me!

Bitch, get the fuck -

I heard yelling voices all around as people made mad dashes for the nearest exits, pushing and shoving each other. I grabbed the cop’s service weapon and ran back inside the bathroom. By the time I made it back to the rat, the stench of feces invaded my nostrils.

I stood over the prone rat with the policeman’s gun aimed at his dome. Although he didn’t move, I put two slugs in the rat’s head to make sure he didn’t ever move again. Then I went straight out the bathroom window that sat up high over the porcelain urinals.

After I got outside, I ran straight for Titus’s car. By the time I reached the car, Titus was backing out of the parking space and I saw D.C. and Jawbreaker’s car speeding out of the parking lot.

Scared-ass niggas! Just gon’ leave a nigga for dead, huh? I raged inside. I stopped Titus long enough to get in the back seat and lie down on the floor.

As Titus sped out of the parking lot, I could hear all types of police sirens zooming in our direction.

Fuck you do up in there, boy?

Fucked another rat over, and that hot-ass po-po’ got in my business, I told Titus. I quickly gave him the rundown on Jawbreaker showing up and leaving without trying to help me at all.

How the fuck you think you got away? Titus blurted, and then he kept rambling. Breaker came and put me on point about everything. I let loose up in there to give you enough chaos to get ghost.

I laid back, wondering when my luck was going to actually run out. Ain’t no way I was s’posed to make it up outta that situation, I thought. I took a moment to silently thank the Lord. Then I started wondering how the cop would feel once he came to his senses and found out that his service weapon was responsible for the death of the rat he’d tried to save and arrest me for.

While Titus sped away from the scene of my latest crime, another thought hit me, something much more life-threatening. In my race to escape capture, I had left the damn baseball bat lying next to the rat’s body. The way things had unfolded back there, I had to get ghost with the quickness, and I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

Now it was too late to turn back and get the only piece of evidence linking me to the crime.

You’s a stupid ma’fucka! Now they got the bat with your fingerprints all over the shit! Your dumb ass really on the run now, I scolded myself as Titus alerted me that several police cruisers were following us.

What? Slim, don’t pull over!

Just chill out! The ain’t thinking about -

The woop-woop sound of the sirens and the officer’s voice blaring through the intercom system and ordering Titus to pull over cut him off and threw my will to get away into overdrive. When I heard the cop’s order, I immediately went for the other gun hidden underneath the passenger’s seat.

I’m not going down without a fight.

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to go out with both guns blazing if any police attempted to apprehend me.

Chapter 4

Well get ‘em, partner. He won’t get far. He can’t go nowhere on earth without us knowing his whereabouts. We got ‘em right here, Newsome said, pointing at the monitor.

Yeah, I know, but every time we get close to this bastard, the slimeball gets farther and farther away, like he knows we’re tracking him or something.

`Yeah, but -

A PG police officer, a tall, slender male with a marine-cut blond Mohawk, banged on the window and ordered both detectives to exit the car. After exiting the vehicle, Gamble and Newsome were ordered to show some identification. Gamble flashed his badge on the PG officer and quickly asked what had happened.

Total bedlam. They just had a homicide occur in this sports bar a few months ago, now another one has occurred tonight. The cop that moonlights as security here on his off days had the suspect in custody until someone shot up the place. The diversion gave the perp enough time to get away.

Where’s your colleague at now? I think I can help you guys out with this investigation, Gamble said.

The PG cop pointed towards the ambulance where the plainclothes cop currently sat, being attended to by a chunky brunette paramedic.

Gamble and Newsome walked over to the ambulance and introduced themselves to the cop as DC Homicide, which was nowhere near the truth.

And I’m supposed to care because…? the cop said in a nasty tone while eyeing both vice detectives with the hardest expression he could muster.

Because we believe that the guy we’re tracking may be the same perp that you had in custody tonight. If you can just give us a description of the suspect, that would really help us out a lot.

Once the