Page 223 of The Ninth

“Mhm. Beat a fed case too. He eat with them niggas. He’s not my problem. My problem is this goofahh nigga Juan fleeing Chicago and coming here to do the same thing to the next nigga. Rawing this bitch and she was engaged and had the nerve to kill the nigga. That’s why them Ninth Ward niggas after his ass now.”

“Can’t wait around on them to do what’s needed.”

“Hell nah. They’ve had days to get that nigga. He in THEY city, alive! Clearly they need government assistance.”

“And I guess you the Attorney General?”

I smacked hands with my bro as we cracked up laughing.

We’ve been in New Orleans all day waiting for our moment tonight. Everything I’ve left on the flo is getting swept up before my wife comes back with our child. I been waiting on Juan’s court date just to find out the nigga got out once Cassie helped link him to the niece. She helped speed up the schedule more than she knows.

“Gang nem around the way. They said shorty sliding through right now,” Duke sat up in his seat, sliding his shiesty on.

“Let’s go.”

I threw the rest of the wood out, sitting up in my seat and pulling off. No Auto Durk by Lil Durk thumped the entire car as I turned the music up, floating out to Ninth Ward. We been caked deep in West Bank for most of the day, just waiting on our time. My niggas all here in NOLA, ready to show them how to cut up for real, on my granny. But in the car with me is family only.

The car floated through the streets as our coo asses kicked it, not concerned at all. See, niggas always be in the mix thinking they got the one up. They never play the back to get the full picture. I could’ve rushed into the city and immediately went to Juan but he already had niggas on him, following his every move. Playing the back got me the drop on him and them.

They dumb ass planned to slide on him not knowing he was coming to the hood to slide on them. Neither knew that, that was just the tip of the iceberg. That a nigga like me was wading deep in the water and will take both of them if I have to.

We got a lil across from Ninth Ward, stashing deep into the cut. These bogus ass niggas was sitting right at the entrance, waiting for whoever. I couldn’t even be mad at them. You know how mad I would be if someone killed my lil nigga who was trying to do right over some pussy? Juan the same therm ass nigga that didn’t pull the trigger on me when I smoked his homie, but he get tough with college grads? Man, fuck outta here. This nigga a whole pussy out here, on my dead granny.

You could hear tires screeching in the distance. All three of us sat up, pulling our masks down. I grabbed my fully automatic AR from behind my seat, cocking that bitch. A nigga got it together for me, making one clip release within fifteen seconds.

Some of the Ninth Ward niggas stepped to the front while others fell to the back. A car came up on them fast, dumping they shit out the window. That bitch wrecked into a pole due to them niggas shredding the car up.

It was like watching a movie in slow motion seeing Juan pop out, running and dumping his shit. A chuckle escaped me seeing this nigga acting like he was a demon. I only knew it was him because I knew what he was wearing. He and his niggas had masks on while the Ninth Ward niggas showed face. The masked up niggas ran into the ward, both groups shooting back and forth at each other. My eyes stayed locked and trained on Juan, watching his every move.

Soon, everybody was mixed in. Niggas was on the ground, running, dropped they poles and started fighting. There was no way to separate the two. They all gotta die.

I yawned and stretched, looking towards Duke.

“Aight, c’mon gang. I’m ready to get the fuck outta here.”

“On foe.”

Before we could even exit the car, Micah popped his door open and took off running. Piper’s sweet little nigga was gone and the demon took over. I don’t let any of mine do anything alone, so I hurried my ass out and dipped behind him. This caused everyone else to follow suit.

Nobody was watching. Nobody looked this way and seen an entire sea of niggas running up on the smoke. They been going it at it for a minute, but not nan police popped up yet. This was perfect for me.

I watched in front of me while also watching Juan run deeper into the ward. Two maskless New Orleans niggas stood face to face with two of Juan’s niggas, arguing. I upped the AR, shredding the two NOLA niggas as they spoke. The remaining two looked my way, horrified. I lifted my ski to show them niggas who it was. Both of them turned on they heels. It gave me perfect aim for their backs.

BLRRRRR. BLRRRR. BLRRRRR.

I felt like a puppeteer making these niggas dance. As I cut through they souls, I saw Juan running deeper and deeper with his niggas. It didn’t even look like they was chasing anybody, just running. The funniest shit? The same niggas that was just fighting were now working together against us. It sounded like the fourth of July out this mothafucka, on my soul.

Finally focusing on Juan, Micah and I hawked they ass deeper into the ward, never running out of breath or losing sight of them. Once I closed the gap a little bit, I dropped my clip, smacking another banana in that mothafucka. My feet came to a halt right when I upped the rifle, taking five niggas lives in one pull of the trigger. I tracked Juan who bent the block.

“TWELVE COMING, SHORTY!” one of the homies yelled out.

I looked at Micah, “Give me your pistol and dip.”

No questions asked, we switched guns and he took off running. I continued into the neighborhood, knowing that nigga was still out here. Still on that. At this point, I snatched my mask off, killing whoever popped out from anywhere. I didn’t give a fuck if you was in the field or not.

As I ran down one street, red and blue lights was coming towards it. The police getting so close caused two niggas to pop up from behind a car, booking it. I pointed the pistol at one’s head, smacking him in his shit. The police car was now coming onto the street I was on. I started to dash to the side until the last nigga looked back at me.

Juan.