TIAZ and THREAT thought they had planned the perfect caper. But when the unexpected happens and things go awry, they find themselves the targets of a notorious gangster, one the streets fear like the wrath of God.
In the midst of this deadly chaos, CHEVY uncovers a secret that rocks her world to its core and leaves her devastated. This revelation strains her and Tiaz’ relationship. Will she come to grips and be able to put it behind her? Or will she wash her hands of him altogether?
Meanwhile, BOXY’s murder brings forth a set of killers from the Mother Land seeking revenge. They set foot on American soil in search of their brother’s executioner, who is now MARKED FOR DEATH.
With danger lurking in every shadow, TE’QUI and BABY WICKED enjoy the fast money street life brings but they soon discover there are deadly consequences in the game they’ve chosen to play.
Will they be able to get out unscathed? Or will they meet the fates of others before them whose motto was BURY ME A 'G'. The answers will leave you breathless.
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Baby Wicked stood before the nightstand mirror practicing drawing his .38 special from his waistline that his brother had given him before he’d gotten locked up. He’d pull the pistol from his waistline and point it at the mirror. He did this several times, trying to shorten the draw time with every try. He wanted to be swift on the draw when Maniac and Time Bomb came back around. The Crips had caught him and Te’Qui off guard when they rolled up on them while they were posted up trying to get it. They warned them to stay out of their territory and threatened to murder them if they ever caught them on their soil again. Baby Wicked felt like they got marked out. The way the young Locs got at them had him feeling like a straight up bitch. He hated that shit and he wasn’t gone let it happen again. Shit, he couldn’t let it happen again, because next time they could possibly end up dead.
Baby Wicked had to be ready when that beef came his way. He was dealing with killers who were in a league of their own. They’d murdered more men than he could count on the fingers of both of his hands. They’d perfected the art of murder, while he wasn’t even a novice. So he had to be on point when the drama jumped off again. His and Te’Qui’s lives depended on it.
“How long are you going to keep that up?” Te’Qui asked as he broke down Kush buds upon a Source magazine. The juveniles were free to get as high as they wanted off of Baby Wicked’s older brother’s stash. Aunt Helen was in the living room entertaining company and she’d never enter her nephew’s bedroom without knocking first. Not to mention, they were burning a fragranced oil called Butt Naked which had a wonderfully strong scent of its own.
“‘Til I’m the fastest gun on the Eastside,” Baby Wicked answered. “You need to practice too, since we’re going to be trading places back and forth while we’re out there.”
“I will.” Te’Qui sprinkled the Kush inside of the blunt and licked it closed.
“Moms know that you’re spending the night?”
“Yeah, she went out to some club with Tiaz and his homie, Threat,” he replied, taking a pull from the blunt.
“Here, nigga, you try it.” Baby Wicked passed him the .38 and took the blunt from him. He watched Te’Qui practice his drawing while he smoked on the blunt.
They had to be ready for the Avalon’s this time, their lives would be at stake.