BONA FIDE STREET THUG II:
By Donald Ray Johnson
Southern Classic Publishing, LLC
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either 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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Bona Fide Street Thug
1. Donald Ray Johnson, African-American, Contemporary, Urban Crime, Houston, Texas – Fiction
“That’s what I do baby, I work the streets,” Cornelius said to one of his homies, as they high-capped at each other, after the guy saw a girl give him some money out of her purse. Cornelius had made a quick bet with the girl, after Larry Fitzgerald ran a 45 yard touchdown against the Pittsburgh Steelers. It was like the 2008-2009 Superbowl all over again and Cornelius was a huge Pittsburgh fan. Everyone had been on their toes, when Pittsburgh’s defense forced a fumble and recovered the ball, with only a minute left in the game. The girl had been somewhat eye-balling him already and when he and his homie made their bets, he locked eyes with her and asked if she wanted to bet too, since she so-loudly screamed in his ear, when the Cardinals scored.
The sports bar they were in was crowded. They had free crawfish and $2 dollar specials on drinks. Mostly everyone there were working people, except for maybe a few dough-boys, who were on their grind in the streets. The parking lot was full with all kinds of whips, making the valet section a real life car show.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to take your money,” Cornelius said, as he walked up to the girl he made the bet with and attempted
to give her back the $20 dollar bill she had given him.
“Oh no! A bet is a bet,” the girl said as she turned to him, surprised that he came to her.
“Hi, my name is Cornelius,” he said, waving to the bartender.
“My name is Rene,” she said, giving him her name.
“At least let me buy you a drink with this. I don’t want you to think that all I do is go around taking money from women,” he said as he smiled sarcastically.
“That’s ok. I’m gon’ get you back,” she said.
“Whatchu like to drink?” he asked, as the bartender snaps his fingers to the sound of the order she made.
“Pink Panties huh? So, is that what you have on now?” he asked as he profiled next to her.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she said and then gave him a sarcastic smile of her own.
“Where are you from and whatchu do for a livin’,” she asked.
“I’m from right here in Houston, and I own and run my own detail shop. What about you?” he asked her back.
“I’m from Houston. I work in the medical center,” she told him.
“So, if I collapse right now, would you give me mouth-to-mouth?” Cornelius jokingly asked.
Rene smiled. Cornelius had turned her on, just as he could do almost any girl.
“I would do anything to help someone stay alive,” she said to him.
Another girl came over and stood next to Rene. She had been using the restroom and was now eye-ballin’ him like he had committed a crime.
“So who is this, one of your friends?” he asked as he looked at the girl.
“Yes, and we’re about to leave, so I’m going to give you my number. Call me ok,” Rene said as she quickly wrote down her number on a napkin, gave it to him and then she and the other girl left.
Cornelius looked at the number and smiled.
“As usual,” he said as he down-loaded the girl’s number into his cell phone.
He looked over towards the entrance and saw two Puerto Rican girls walk in.
“Daaaamn!” he said, as his face frowned at the sight of their bodies.
One of the girls looked like she came right out of a Smooth Girl Magazine and the other, a Show. Behind them stood two Latino-looking guys, who appeared to be their boyfriends. They looked over in his direction and then decided to go to the bar. Cornelius stood there, as they walked towards him and then stopped to order some drinks.
“What’s up?” Cornelius said, shortly throwing his head up, after noticing that one of the guys was checking him out.
“What’s up Homes?” the Latino guy asked.
The first guy looked sorta like Daddy Yankee. He wore a diamond necklace that looked to be worth at least a hundred grand and a diamond bracelet. He had on a pair of Marc Jacobs sun shades and a Ed Hardy hook up. The other guy was dressed almost the same, except he was taller and his hair was longer.
“Hey man, you know where I can get somethin’ to smoke?” the first guy asked him.
Cornelius gave him a sincere look.
“Whatcha lookin’ for, some Reggie Bush?” Cornelius asked, hitting him with the street talk.
“Nah man! I’m lookin’ for that George Bush,” the guy said, high -fiving the other guy as they laughed.
Cornelius didn’t sense that they were police working undercover, so he thought that he’d give’em a joog.
“Are y’all new in town or somethin’? You look like you the man. You should already be on,” he said speaking at the guy’s swag.
“Yeah, we new in town. Just got here yesterday,” he said.
“Y’all just visiting or what?” Cornelius asked.
“Nah, we here to stay. We’re about to be Houstonians,” the guy said to him.
“Ok, that’s what’s up,”Cornelius said back to him. Cornelius wore a black Roca Wear sleeveless bomber, over a white long-sleeve Roca Wear shirt and black Roca Wear denim jeans. He wore a Cartier Rolex watch and a diamond dog tag necklace, that he had Johnny Dang to design. He even had on his favorite pinky ring, that sparkled every time he took a sip of his drink, which the girls noticed whenever he moved his hand.
“You seem like a cool cat. I just might turn you on,” Cornelius said, looking at him.
The guy whispered something in Spanish to the girls they were with, then told Cornelius that he wanted to go outside.
“So what y’all ridin’ in?” Cornelius asked, as the guy pointed over to a Mercedes G550 SUV.
“Ok, I see you clean,” he told him.
These guys didn’t appear to be no scrubs, he thought. Their appearance, the girls they were with and what they were riding in told him that they were ballers.
Whatchu drive?” the guy asked Cornelius.
He pointed to a bronzed-colored Aston Martin sitting next to a Jag. His wife Chi-Chi had given him the car for his birthday, shortly after they were married. She had had the car since her brother had been killed by a ruthless drug dealer from the north-side of town, and knew that he had a serious crush on the ride. He unlocked the door, reached into the console and grabbed a sack of purple haze hydro marijuana.
“Come on, let’s go sit in my ride,” the guy said and then they walked over to the Benz G-Wagon and got in.
“So what’s your name homey?” Cornelius asked the guy.
“My name is Daniel and that’s my cousin Carlos,” Daniel said and then reached back to shake his hand.
“So what’s the deal with y’all bein‘ new in town?” Cornelius asked as he twisted up a blunt and then fired it up.
“My uncle just left me a fuckin’ cleaner’s, man. So me and my people came down from the Big Apple to see what it do, you know what I mean?” Daniel said to him.
“What happened to him?” Cornelius asked, blew out some smoke and then passed him the blunt.
“He was killed down near the border in a drug war between two different drug cartels,” said Daniel.
Daniel and his wife Sofia had lived in Brooklyn, New York ever since they first met. His mother and father had moved from Puerto Rico to Brooklyn when he was only a baby and what a time it was for him as a kid. He grew up fast, helping his dad run a restaurant when he was only a teenager. His mom had suddenly grown sick and his father needed money badly, so he and his cousin Carlos started peddling drugs in the alley behind his father’s restaurant. He had started to make way more money than his father was making, and at the age of 18, he bought himself a Lexus to satisfy his hustle. That’s when his uncle came to visit and suddenly noticed him. He gave him tips on how to strive in the game. By the time he was 21, he was getting his own shipments from someone his uncle knew out in Manhattan. That was what put him and his cousin on another level. He knew he had to take the lead in the family and just before his mom died, she’d told him that his father was starting to come down with Alzheimer and for him to take care of his 2 sisters. And so, Daniel made a promise to her that he would.
“Ok, I’m Cornelius,” he said returning his introduction.
He watched as Carlos stuck his hand in his pocket and came out with a small Zip-lock baggie. He stuck 2 fingers in the bag and pulled out a pill.
“I see you like that x homey,” Cornelius said to him.
“Yeah, I cut for them Blue Dolphins, you want one?” he asked him.
“Nah, I’m cool homey,” said Cornelius.
After they finished smoking the blunt they got out and went back inside the sports bar. Daniel’s two sisters were surrounded by a routy group of college frat brothers, and as they walked through the crowded group of people, the crowd began to break up.
“My sisters are always flirting and drawing to much attention,” Daniel said, looking at Cornelius.
“Your sisters!” Cornelius said, with a surprised look on his face.
Daniel began to introduce the girls to him.
“This is my sister Lorena and this Margarita,” he said as Cornelius looked at them.
“Hi!” they both said, giving him a short wave.
Cornelius hung out around the sports bar a lot longer than he expected, flossing and making eyes with Daniel’s sister Margarita. He had promised his wife Chi-Chi that he would come in a lot earlier than the past two nights, after he and his main man, Javoo, had done some of their own surveillance on a guy that Javoo had heard about, and one that was making major moves in the streets.
That’s when his cell phone began to ring. It was Javoo.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he said as he answered Javoo’s call.
“I just got the ok on this sucka man. It’s time for some action,” Javoo told him. Cornelius hung up the phone. He really didn’t want to leave, but he had to. “Ok fellas, I gotta burn. Y’all stay up,” Cornelius said, as he looked at Rita and began to walk away.
“Hey, hold up. Let me getcha number before you go,” Daniel said to him.
Cornelius and Daniel quickly exchanged numbers. He had some work to do and so he threw up the duce at Rita, turned and left the sports bar.
Javoo drove his new Chevy Camaro down Cullen Boulevard, as he thought about all the times he’d told his wife Tanasia, that he was going to quit the streets. His son Javon had just recently turned 10 and was now playing on a little league football team. His daughter Natasia, she was now 8 years old and had become a very good dancer to his imagination, as he smiled at the thought of her in front of him and Tanasia, trying to perform a skit Beyoncé had done during the BET Awards. That’s when his cell phone suddenly began to ring. It was Cornelius.
“What’s up?” He said as he answered.
“I had to go change cars. What’s the deal?” he asked him.
“Man, this dude we been watchin’, he owns a late night bar. I have somebody there now, keepin’ an eye on him, while we go check his spot out on I-45 and Scarsdale. He’s suppose to have a couple hundred G’s stashed in the attic. We need to get that. His 17 year old son is supposed to be the only one there, so hurry up and meet me at the sky rise,” Javoo told him. “Ok,” Cornelius said and then hung up.
Cornelius still had Chi-Chi’s old sky-rise apartment over in the Galleria area. He had given up his spot over in Holly Hall, after they had their home built out in Pearland and now used the apartment as a meeting place for whenever he and Javoo made moves. It was already around 12 o’clock midnight and Javoo had to figure out a way to get in that house. That’s when he thought about his number 2 sweetheart, Shalon.
Shalon layed dead asleep in her bed. She had worked all day and had stayed up fairly late; hoping that Javoo would come over, but he had other plans. They had been seeing each other for several years now and she was still very much in love with him. Shalon, who was now 26 years old, still looked a lot younger and could easily pass for a 19 or 20 year old, which was exactly what Javoo needed to get the young kid to open the door, without them having to kick it in.
Her phone began to ring, as she tossed and turned before answering it, trying to shake off the sleep that had her body lifeless.
“Hello,” she said finally answering the call.
“Get up. I need you right now,” Javoo said to her. “Ok, whatchu want me to do and whatchu want me to wear?” she asked as she sat up on her bed and turned on her night lamp. She had grown accustomed to Javoo’s ways and the things that he did. She had finally come to the conclusion that she was never going to get him to leave his wife, and so doing whatever he asked always turned out to be profitable in her book, especially when it came to something like this.
“I need you to wear somethin’ skimpy. Maybe a short skirt and some heels. I gotta 17 year old kid at home alone and we need to get him to answer the door. You know the routine,” Javoo said to her.
Shalon had become a very good actress as well. She done all kinds of things. She’d once pretended to be a cheerleader for the Houston Rockets and had persuaded a wealthy drug dealer into taking her home with him, only to set it up so that Javoo and Cornelius could rob him, then another time she’d pretended to be a Hurricane Katrina evacuee, needing a job and a place to stay, when a wealthy Columbian guy offered to take her in, thinking that he could get some sex, and that’s when Javoo and Cornelius came in to rob him as well.
“You know where to meet me and hurry up, we only got about a good hour to put this work in,” Javoo said and then hung up. Shalon threw on something simple, but it was also sexy. She’d thought that, the kid was only 17 so waking him out of his sleep would be like a dream to him once he saw her.
Javoo looked at his watch, wondering when Shalon was going to show up. It was a quarter to one and he wanted to have this job done before a quarter to two. “C’mon baby-girl,” he said as he and Cornelius sat in his Range Rover waiting on her.
Suddenly, they saw the headlights of her Chrysler 300 pull into the parking garage.
“Damn, it’s about time,” he said as she got out and skipped her way over to the Range Rover and got in the back seat.
“You ready?” she asked as Javoo checked out her appearance. Shalon was a very sexy dark-skinned chick. She would remind you of Chili, from the group TLC, whenever you saw her. She wore a very short Coogi denim skirt and glass bottom heels, with red leather straps that were up to her calfs. She had on a tight red short sleeve Coogi top and red lip stick. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a set of delicious looking loop earrings with red diamonds in them.
“I thought I said the boy was only seventeen,” Javoo said, feeling like she had overdressed.
Cornelius immediately started to laugh.
“Shut up Cornelius!” she said, as Javoo put the SUV in reverse and headed out towards Scarsdale.
It was about 1:15 am when Shalon, along with Javoo and Cornelius got out of the Range Rover across the street from the house that they wanted to invade. The neighborhood they were in was a pretty legit place. Javoo knew they couldn’t be seen doing anything that looked suspicious, for fear of any of the neighbors calling the police. But it was dark, the timing was right and the front door of the house sat back in a space between the garage and the living room, so they had no other choice but to give it a try.
Shalon rang the doorbell constantly. 10 minutes had passed and the boy still had not answered the door. Now Javoo was thinking about just kicking the door in, but the light above the door all of a sudden came on. Shalon could tell that someone was looking through the peep-hole, as she turned and looked back in Javoo’s direction. The lock on the door clicked and the door finally came open. It was the 17 year old boy.
“Yeah, what’s up?” the kid asked, rubbing his eyes with his hand.
“Um, I’m sorry if I woke you up, but my car won’t start and I’m tryin’ to get back to the southwest side. Could I use your phone to call somebody to come get me?” she asked as the boy looked at her with amazement.
He didn’t look much like a 17 year old kid at all. He was tall, standing nearly 6 ft 3 and was already growing a mustache.
“Yeah, yeah! Come on in,” the boy said.
He had opened the door up wide, so that Shalon could walk in past him, when Javoo and Cornelius ran from the darkness, pointing their guns at him.
“Get down, get down!” Javoo said, grabbing the boy and forcing him down to the floor, while Cornelius closed the door.
“Wait! Who is y’all?” the boy tried to ask, as Cornelius quickly began to duct tape him.
“Just be quiet kid and everything will be ok,” Javoo said, assuring the boy of his safety.
Javoo and Shalon walked to the hallway and headed upstairs, where they found the entrance to the attic, while Cornelius searched the bottom level of the house. Once they went into the attic, Javoo pulled a small flashlight out of his pocket and began to shine it through the attic. Over in the corner of the attic, he could see 6 boxes that were sealed with tape. Quickly, he took a fancy-looking butterfly knife from his pocket, flipped it open and jabbed one of the boxes, splitting it from side to side. He opened the cardboard lid and saw nothing but stacks of hundreds, so he grabbed the other boxes and split them open one at a time as well.
“This what I’m talkin’ bout right here,” he said nodding his head.
“But we gotta find a way to get’em to the Range without making so many trips back and forth to the house,” he quickly said. Shalon quickly turned and went down to one of the rooms in the house. She returned with a couple of bed sheets that she’d found in the hamper.
“Here, let’s pour 3 boxes in one and 3 in the other,” she said, spreading one of the sheets out over the floor.
Javoo began to dump the boxes of money out onto the sheet and then quickly tied the ends together. He took the knife, cut the other 3 boxes open and began to pour them out onto the second sheet as well. When he opened the last and final box, it came to his surprise what he saw inside. It was filled with bags of diamonds, very colorful rubies, emeralds and solid gold coins, that seemed to be from another country. He sat that box to the side and quickly tied the ends of the second sheet together.
“Let’s get back down stairs,” he said as he picked the box of jewels up, put it onto his shoulders and then reached down to grab the first sheet, while Shalon picked up the second. It didn’t take them but a few seconds to get back down to where
Cornelius was standing guard over the boy they had duct taped on the floor.“Let’s go,” he said as he handed Cornelius the sheet loaded with money. Shalon struggled with the sheet that she was carrying. She walked in a criss-cross, as the loaded sheet of money bounced around on her back nearly knocking her to the floor.
“Here girl! Carry this,” Javoo said, handing her the box. He grabbed the sheet by the knot, threw it over his shoulder, stepped over the kid and then walked out of the front door, with Cornelius and Shalon following behind him.
It was just about 2 o’clock in the morning, as they headed back down the freeway, when Cornelius’ phone suddenly began to ring.
“Hey baby!” he said as he answered.
“Where are you,” his wife Chi-Chi asked him.
“I’m out takin care of some business. I’ll be home in a little while,” he told her.
“Are you with Javoo?” she asked.
“Yes, I am, so go to bed baby. Everything’s cool,” he said to her.
Chi-Chi wasn’t going to argue that. Even though she had once asked him to stop doing what he was doing, she knew that as long as Javoo was in the picture he would be ok, especially when there was some money involved.