Dream Weaver

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dream Weaver

by

NeNe Capri

Dedication

To my daughter Princess Khairah. Everything I do is for you, I love you.

Bitch Nigga

The elevator doors opened and the tips of Devon’s shoes dug into the floor as he tried to resist being drug to what he knew were his last moments.

Y’all ain’t gotta do this. He spoke loud and heavy as he struggled against the pressure of the strong arms that pulled his body up the concrete steps towards the big metal door. He looked up with fear as sweat ran into his blood shot eyes.

The guy on the left gave the door a firm kick and when it flew open they threw Devon to the gravel covered rooftop.

Devon looked at the small black rocks embedded in his shaking hands then jumped up full of adrenaline with a mind to bolt towards the door.

Nigga make another move and I will make this shit shorter than we want it to be, Trigga, Dream’s right hand man warned as he held his shiny forty five out pointed directly at his head.

Y’all know I ain’t no threat. I swear to god let me go and you won’t hear shit from me,

We already don’t hear shit from you. You think we give a fuck about your lips bumping? Larue asked as he pulled his tool from his waist. It’s not the fact that you talk outta turn it’s the disrespect we need to check yo bitch ass on. He gripped his whistle tight praying he would challenge his gangsta.

Larue you can speak for me. Tell Dream I ain’t no threat. He pleaded as his bladder threatened to release.

Bitch nigga I already know you ain’t no threat, Dream growled as he stepped from the shadow blacker than the night.

Devon’s eyes widened as he looked death in its cold black eyes.

Yeah nigga you thought I couldn’t touch yo bitch ass? You running around whispering in my people ears trying to sew evil in my camp. Say that shit now punk muthafucka. His deep rasp reached in Devon’s chest and squeezed his heart tight.

Dream, it wasn’t like that, Devon said as he looked at the three men dressed in all black with wicked merciless stares beaming back at him.

You calling me a fucking liar? Dream asked tilting his head to the side.

Nah Dream. I’m just saying I ain’t got no problem with you, Devon tried to buy himself a few more seconds of time.

Put this nigga over the edge, Dream ordered.

Devon ran towards them and was stopped by the end of Trigga’s gun. He hit him repeatedly in the face and mouth sending teeth flying. The deep gashes over his eyes poured blood as they beat his body into submission.

Larue and Trigga grabbed Devon under his arms and drug him to the edge of the roof.

The fluid that threatened to leave his bladder released and ran down his leg as a paralyzing fear moved throw his veins. Don’t do this shit, he yelled as he was placed over the edge with only the grip of his hands standing between his life and death.

Dream please! Devon’s voice echoed between the two twenty story buildings as he hung from the roof by his unstable fingertips. He looked down and shook in terror at the thought of his body crashing to the pavement.

Muthafucka you bitch made. Killing you ain’t because I can’t control you. It’s the principle. See this shit we in got levels to it. You tried to fuck me and its only one dick between me and pussy. Dream grabbed his dick firm in his hand then spit in Devon’s face.

Tonight you die because a bitch boss is worse than a baby trying to eat a steak, because even if it goes down that shit is hard to digest, Dream chuckled then dug his heel into Devon’s hand.

Devon screamed out in pain and heat went from his hand to his toes. As his grip loosened he lost his bowels.

Did this nigga shit on himself? Trigga asked putting his finger to his nose.

That’s what happens when a nigga full of shit, Larue slurred as the crease in his forehead deepened.

Dream, I got kids, Devon cried out from his soul.

Good maybe now they can grow up with pride, Dream coldly stated. Let this nigga go, he said as he moved his foot.

My pleasure, Trigga pointed his gun down at Devon.

No. No. Devon repeated shaking his head then closed his eyes tight.

Trigga let one off in Devon’s shoulder causing his left hand to slip from the ledge. Muthafucka, Trigga announced as he stomped the other hand.

When Devon’s hand slipped Trigga and Larue busted off hitting him a few times in the chest as his body fell to the ground.

Dream stepped to the edge and took in deep breaths as he looked at Devon’s twisted body against the blacktop.

What’s our next move? Trigga asked putting his gun back in place.

Dream stepped back then matched gazes with Trigga. We going after his whole fucking squad.

Under Siege

Trigga pushed his whip through the streets of Harlem looking at the changes the city was making. The mayor was on a cleanup champion throwing up buildings and decorations but on the real the facelift they were giving the town could only fool a tourist. The city was under siege and the only thing that was truly going to change was the body count. Last night’s murder was only a welcome mat to the death that was brewing and his team had stepped through the door and wiped their bloody boots. Devon’s disrespectful ass crew had sent out open invitations to get fucked up and Dream was going to make sure they RSVP’d ass whoppin’s in epic proportions.

Trigga pulled up to the barbershop and parked his car. His feet touched the hot black tar as the sun caused him to squint his light brown eyes. He bopped hard up to the doors as if he owned the place.

Stepping through the doors caused an eerie silence across the packed room.

What’s up my nigga? Trigga said as he extended his hand.

Sheeeit.. I can’t call it. Jay bumped first with Trigga then placed the apron over Pluckie’s chest and fastened it closed.

What can we do for you today? Jay asked grabbing his clippers firm in hand.

I’m not sure yet. It depends on what this punk muthafucka got to say. Trigga stood in front of Pluckie staring at him with harsh intent. The crease in his forehead said death had arrived and of course the bitch nigga that sat before him was not ready.

Nigga I don’t even know you, Pluckie tried to play tough. Take it down a little on the top and sides, Pluckie turned his energy to Jay.

You about to get to know me though, Trigga looked around the shop.

Jay gave the nod and two of his boys got up, one turned the television all the way up while the other whispered to two females who had their young sons with them. They were ushered out the door and when the locks clicked and the blinds closed sweat began to form in the pits of Pluckie’s arms.

What the fuck is this shit about? Pluckie looked at the stone faces in the room and everyone in attendance turned sideways on him.

You see don’t nobody got love for a bitch nigga. You made a big mistake making a move against Dream. But your biggest mistake was being a part of a squad of dick sucking pussy ass niggas. And for that, there is no forgiveness, Trigga pulled his hammer from his waist and rested it at his side.

Nigga please I don’t even know you. Jay you gonna let this nigga come up in here and disrespect me? Pluckie forced some heart to the surface.

Nah, he gonna let me disrespect you, Jay said as he wrapped the black cord around Pluckie’s throat.

Pluckie struggled in his seat grabbing at Jay’s hands as the air was choked out of him. Devon and Derrick’s crew had ruled the area by fear and extortion and now that the tables were turned Jay was going to give him his just due.

Trigga stepped back and smiled as he watched Pluckie’s blood shot eyes bulge from his head and his face turn dark with fear. Tears rolled down his face and thick saliva formed at the corners of his mouth as his legs flared and his feet slipped from the foot rest.

Trigga smiled and raised his gun just as life was leaving