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An excerpt from HOODFELLAZ by T R E B L A C K A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION G-Money, using no discretion, boldly walks into the room, just as Crystal buries Kiko’s face into her ass. Crystal then looks up and sees G-Money staring down at her. Gauge now walks into her line of sight. He then nods at Crystal, as Gauge and G-Money take position on both sides of the bed. Crystal has no idea that they’re here to kill Kiko or her for that matter, but Crystal’s gut feeling started talking to her, making Crystal suddenly realize that she shouldn’t be here right now; doing business with the two treacherous men. Not giving Crystal a chance to open her mouth and speak, G-Money knocks her out with the handle of his gun. Crystal’s face then falls in between Kiko’s legs, allowing his face to come up and take in his surroundings. Before Kiko could completely get his bearings, Gauge grabs Kiko by his neck and hoists him up to a sitting position. G-Money then punches him back down. Kiko immediately grabs his own face, as blood starts running down his nose and through Kiko’s fingers. Gauge then grabs Kiko’s wrist and handcuffs him to the bed, as G-Money aimed an infra-red beam on Kiko’s forehead. Gauge proceeds to pull the duct tape out of the bag and tapes Kiko’s mouth and ankles. Kiko’s eyes are looking on with pure terror and pain, as he tries to speak; the duct tape muffles Kiko’s words. Kiko suddenly realizes that there’s nothing that he could do or say to get him out of this situation. After Gauge finish putting the tape around his ankles, G-Money starts to speak: “So nigga, look at your bitch-ass now. Big-head ass Kiko, I bet you never thought in a million years your night would end like this.” Kiko now stares hard at his captors. “Do you know who we are? Huh? Do you bitch? Answer me!” G-Money yells; getting angry. Kiko continues to look on in fear, as he shakes his head-up-and down. “Oh, you do, huh?” Gauge replies, “So you knew whose spot you was robbin’, too? Huh, nigga? Because if your punk-ass knew who we are, then you damn sure better know whose shit you was fucking with. Me personally, really don’t care if you did or didn’t; one way or another, you done violated—so now you’re going to get violated.” Tears rolls down Kiko’s face in currents, as Gauge pulls an 8-inch, stainless steel knife out of his bag and hands it to G-Money, who readily accepts it. G-Money then leans over Kiko and runs the tip of it up his legs to his stomach, finally resting the blade on Kiko’s neck. A cold fear comes over Kiko, as his body starts to shiver involuntarily—Kiko pisses on himself. G-Money now smiles at him. “Nah, nigga, I’m not going to slit your throat, that would be far too easy for you. Your bitch-ass is going to suffer, and after I torture you, my partner here is going to cut your dick off, stick it in your mouth, then bust a bullet in your head and put you out of your misery.” Instantly, Gauge reaches over and points the barrel of the glock on Kiko’s forehead, reinforcing what G-Money had said. “Right here,” Gauge indicated. Kiko flinches and tries to move his legs, but Crystal’s dead weight holds him in place. Looking down, Kiko suddenly realizes that the heaviness is Crystal and that she’s dead, courtesy of the large gash with the thick blood oozing from the left side of Crystal’s head. G-Money had hit her so hard, that it knocked out some of her braids. Reality now sets in to Kiko, he knows he’s going to die. Kiko then tries to calm himself down and formulate a plan; G-Money then proceeds to run the blade down Kiko’s thigh. He abruptly stops at Kiko’s knees and jams the serrated blade into his left knee, pulling the blade upward, as it makes a popping sound. Kiko’s kneecap is now dislocated from the bone and cartilage that supported it. Kiko then immediately makes a loud, shrieking noise, as tears run down his face from the immense pain of the wound. Gauge then laughs. “Oh, you think that hurts, you fuckin’ pussy? That’s minor compared to what I now have in store for you. TRE BLACK was born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn; now a Harlem resident. Having served twelve years in prison on drug charges, he was released in the summer of 2005. Months before his release date, TRE BLACK penned HOODFELLAZ, submitting his manuscript to HICKSON while meeting the author/publisher at his booth during the Harlem Book Fair in 2005. After five minutes of having his manuscript reviewed, it was at the event where TRE BLACK was immediately signed to GHETTOHEAT®. | ||
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