Process of Elimination

By Larry “L B” Hill, Sr

Process Of Elimination is a book on Gangsters who’s reputation for Murder, Mayhem and Robbery keeps them among the elite in the violent underworld in the notorious streets of Los Angeles.. Take a ride with them to the verge of almost losing it all; their lives and respect. One is losing his child’s mother to the arms of another man until she comes face to face with “The Process of Elimination”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Larry “L B” Hill, Sr
• Release date: May 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476241395

Larry “L B” Hill, Sr

Larry Hill Sr. is the father of three beautiful children and one Grandson. Larry was born in Los Angeles California, raised by his mother. Larry is an educator of Urban Family Life and Author. At an early age he was engulfed in the world of Gangbanging, which undoubtedly turned his life upside-down. He has spent the majority of his life in juvenile detention centers, county jails, and numerous prison facilities; all due to gang activity.

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PROCESS OF ELIMINATION

by

Larry L. Black Hill

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Larry L. Black Hill

Process of Elimination

Copyright 2012 by Larry L. Black Hill

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Acknowledgement

I’d like to thank the man above for providing me with the talent to share my imagination with the world.

I’ll also like for Larry, Jordan, and Kiara to know that daddy loves you and if things work out the way I plan we’re going to be rich.

Next I’d like to say God blessed me with the best two women any man could ask for in life. First being my mom Marie Johnson, and Second being Alva M. Jones. I’d like to thank yall for having my best interest at heart. You guys were true supporters from the get go. I Love yall, and thank you again.

Major props goes out to my cover art designer who has to much talent to go unrecognized. Much Love WASH!! For anyone looking to have a Album or Book cover done reach out to my dogg: Fulton Washington #08204-112, 3901 Klein Blvd, Lompoc, Calif 93436.

Now for my gangsters behind the walls: Su Mutha Fuckin’ Woop.. Big Red Machine Movin’.

Stone Love to the home team who held it down with me. T. Craig aka Big Pharaoh, C. Broady aka Lil Wink, R. Hill aka Lil R.B, and Q. Howard aka Briminal.

Much Love to C. Delpit aka Mecca aka O.G Monster V.N.G who was my consultant and motivation to get this project in print. We walked off hella laps over this one my nigg.

West Wood wit it to K. Wells aka P. Dogg I.F.G who never held back what he felt about this project. Good lookin out Damu!

Shout out to my dogg L. Taylor aka Boo F.T.P who made me get off the bullshit and rewrite my ending. Good lookin’ Blood.

This goes out to S. Ford aka Stan the Man N.H.P I appreciate all the input on locking this book thang down, but most of all I appreciate the fact that my relative Dulow will live through you as well as the family. A real stand up nigga.

Now for my South Central Alumni M. McDonald aka Nino Brim F.T.B It’s time to step up the game and get that book done, because rather you know it or not you got people waiting for that finished product.

Before I wrap this thang up I want to give a shout out to the Bay, but this one here goes out to East Palo Alto Calif to my mans Michael Black. My proof reader who was always on point and did his best to keep me that way. All is well my nigg, All is well.

I can’t forget about my road dawg D. Purvis aka Swerve who always wanted to know if I was working. It’s over now Swerve It’s over!

Now for my new family. I was saving the best for last, but by no means are you guys last in my book. Major props goes out to Bang Out Books for giving me the opportunity to become part of their literary family. I thank you guys from the bottom of my heart, and want you to know you haven’t heard the last of me, there’s more heat to come believe that.

For all those aspiring authors who don’t know, Bang Out Books is the new home for West Coast Authors and any other authors for that matter. California banging at its best.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Tracks of a Soldier

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Chapter One:

PROCESS OF ELIMINATION

BONE!! Get on that niggah right there Blood!

T. Bone quickly looked in the direction Redflag was referring, and turned the corner with tires screeching.

Get right up on him Blood! Right up on him Redflag yelled, while going crazy and loading one in the chamber.

As T. Bone sped down Highland Blvd. and got closer to the guy Redflag wanted. Redflag began rolling down his window and mumbling to himself. I got that ass now.

The alcohol and anger had totally consumed Redflag, sending him into the state of no return. He leaned out the car window and began popping shots at the guy they were chasing.

The sound of gun fire struck instant fear into the guy ahead of them. Causing him to duck in his seat, and swerve in and out of traffic to avoid being shot. T. Bone also had to swerve to avoid having an accident with cars who were braking and pulling over to the curb.

While driving like maniacs in traffic, Redflag was still out the window popping shots. He could tell the intensive speed was beginning to be too much, and watched as the guy lost control a few blocks later and smacked hard into a public parking structure.

Redflag instantly started slapping T. Bone across the chest yelling for him to stop, as he watched them pass the guy they were after. Noticing the car wasn’t slowing down, caused Redflag to turn in his seat with the evilest facial expression T. Bone had ever viewed.

Boo who was highly intoxicated, and in a drunking slumber, was waken by the sound of gun fire. He had been yelling from the back seat at T. Bone and Redflag for the longest to find out what was going on but neither of them acknowledged him.

When the car came to a stop, Redflag jumped out with his pistol in his hand as if it were a sporting event. He ran back across the street to where the guy had crashed. As he stepped to the driver side window, he could see the guy was badly injured and not likely to make it through. But quickly discarded that thought, raised his gun and emptied seven slug into the upper body and head of the guy he wanted.

After taking care of business, and running back across the street toward T. Bone and Boo, Redflag could hear sirens in the distance. He hopped in the car breathing hard. :Let’s go my niggah!! Lets go! Redflag yelled.

But his instructions went without saying, because T. Bone never wanted to stop in the first place. As they were driving away T. Bones life flashed before his eyes. He visioned losing all that he had, and replacing it for a cellblock, which left him truly discouraged. He couldn’t understand how something so ugly, would come from a day as beautiful as the one he had that day.

EARLIER THAT DAY

What’s up love one? What that notorious ass Jay gang like homeboy? Redflag yelled as he entered the apartments for the first time that day.

Kali James AKA Redflag is a two hundred pound, six foot guy with a middle linebackers physique. He was a dark skin guy with a smooth personality, what some would call a good dude, but also ruthless.

Redflag walked up wearing a burgundy sweatshirt, sagging dark brown khaki pants, which overlapped his burgundy converse Allstars with burgundy shoestrings.

What’s up Blood? What’s poppin’ today my niggah? Redflag asked.

Right now we gon’ get this money, but at one, we gon’ hit the Damu rider picnic thats going down at the beach! Boo informed Redflag as they shook hands.

Yeah!, Yeah! I’m glad you said that Blood, yo boy need to get to the house and change gear. I been out here all night ya dig? T. Bone stated while serving a smoker, and then glancing at his shoes.

Well go take care of yo business then niggah, me and Boo got this out here. Redflag said while looking down the alley as if he recognized another smoker in route toward them.

Alright my niggas I’m gon’, but look here tho. T. Bone said before stepping off. I got like five more stones in the bushes right there. Do yo boy a favor, and get those off.

Niggah, you better get yo mutha fuckin’ ass up out of here! If we do get that shit off, you aint gon’ get the bread and thats on Bloods! Redflag said.

Yall some cold niggas. T. Bone said after reaching in the bushes for his sack. When he turned to leave, there was a smoker coming through the back gate with forty dollars. Here, take this. T. Bone said.

Redflag noticed T. Bone serving the smoker he saw coming up the alley and got mad. He picked up a Hennessy bottle, and threw it as hard as he could at T. Bones head. Get yo punk ass, up out of here fool!

T. Bone ducked the bottle and took off down the alley laughing hysterically.

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Boo and Redflag had been on the block a few hours, when Redflag noticed his homies pull up in front of the Apartment building.

Whats up with my mutha fuckin’ niggahs? Redflag stated as he came out of the building to the street.

One of the guys put his hand out the window. You already know how we do it, patrolling the turf as always.. But what’s up though, yall going to the picnic the homies throwin’?

On Bloods my nigg, that goes without sayin’! Boo barked as he looked on from upstairs.

T. Bone pulled up on the block behind his homies who were double parked, and hopped out of the car full of energy. Whats up Blood? Yall fools ready to roll or what?

On Bloods, we been waitin’ on yo slow ass fool. Redflag barked while walking away from his boys, and turning his attention to the apartment building. Boo, lets roll Blood! Bone square ass just showed up!

Boo walked out the front gate and peered out into the street. It’s about time yo punk ass got here!

Shut the fuck up niggah, and get in the car. T. Bone said.

They all got in the car headed to the neighborhood park, to see who else was ready to roll. When they pulled up, there were over a hundred people scattered throughout the parking lot. The crowd lingered for another twenty minutes, talking, drinking, and smoking before taking off. They wanted to make sure no one was left behind who wanted to go. That way they would look like an army when they arrived at the gathering.

It was two o’clock when the gang finally left the neighborhood. They had a total of forty cars packed with gangsters, driving down LaCieniga Blvd. in route to the 405fwy.

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It was approximately a fifteen minute ride, before exiting the 405fwy on Imperial Blvd.

They took Imperial Blvd west, which lead them directly to the beach. As they came down the hillside into the parking lot, their eyes were fixed on thousands of gangsters who covered the sand and the pavement of beach dressed in red attire.

At one end of the parking lot, the bar-b-que grill was hard at work. Grilling over two thousand hot dogs, and hamburgers for street soldiers who were bound to start acting up once the drink settled.

A few feet away from the grill, was the D.J. setting up his equipment. As the flat bed tow truck was being positioned to be the stage for the girls who entered the pussy popping contest.

On the other side of the parking lot by the restrooms is where the crap games were being held. That was the only place smooth pavement could be found to roll dice. There were females scattered all around these activities, some were participating while others thought they were to fly.

Damn Blood! The homies are deep as fuck out here dogg! Redflag said as they were trying to find a parking spot. After parking they got together to establish where the neighborhood would be positioned on the beach

Come on Blood, We gon’ post up by the Swans and the Denvers! Boo instructed after looking around.

Redflag who was standing in the background noticed the crap game right away and called out to his boys. Everyone looked up to see Redflag was only calling for Boo and T. Bone.

Come on Blood! Lets go hit these fools dogg! Redflag said, pointing in the direction of the restrooms.

Boo tossed up the neighborhood gang sign and pointed in the same direction giving his approval. As they headed to the crap game, a few of the girls figured they would help out with the food, but to their surprise they weren’t welcome.

Well fuck these bitch ass niggas then Tika! They act like a bitch is out to steal they food or something. Punk, broke ass nigga! Angel yelled, looking over her shoulder as she walked away.

Naw, Fuck you bitch! Aint nobody ask yo stank ass for no help anyway did they? The guy asked.

No, yall didn’t ask for no help. But we were just trying to look out. Martika interjected.

Tika you aint got to explain nothing to this punk. Fuck him! Angel barked.

She right Tika! But take that bitch somewhere before she get fucked up tho! The guy stated.

They began to draw a large crowd with their altercation, but Angel could care less, she wasn’t accepting no disrespect.

I’m right here punk! Go ‘head, fuck me up. Bitch! Angel spat.

The guy sat there and sized Angel up, because she was talking real greasiee. Hold up lil mama, I’m not gon’ put a hand on you. But I do got homegirls fo yo big mouth ass!

The crowd was starting to get so big, that everyone wanted to know what was going on. Redflag walked over and spun Angel around by her shoulder. Angel, what the hell are you over here doing?

Redflag, whats poppin’ Blood? This yo homegirl right here huh? The guy asked, not giving angel the chance to respond.

Redflag looked up to see who was talking and smiled as he recognized the face. What’s poppin’ Baldy Blood? Then glanced at Angel. Yeah, this the homegirl. What she do?

The same thing all these bitches do, run they damn mouths. I was about to put the homegirls on that ass though. Baldy said.

Redflag looked back at Angel and shook his head. He was about to say something, but the music interrupted him. The music was soothing to everybodies soul, and without hearing any announcement people began to gather around the flat bed tow truck. So Redflag pointed his finger at Angel, as if they were going to talk later on.

Redflag noticed the girls beginning to walk the flat bed, and work their bodies to the beat. The sheer sight of womens bodies caused the guys to go wild.

A few of the girls could be seen slapping hands away from them, as others stayed out of reach. The guys were getting out of control. They were grabbing the girls asses and also trying to stick fingers inside them as they danced.

One of the dancers couldn’t handle that type of treatment, and got down off the truck crying. The guys could care less about her feelings, they booed her, while tossing cups of water at her.

The contest ended with one dancer who didn’t mind being touched or having water thrown on her. She loved the attention. The more they disrespected her the freakier she became. It got to the point of her inserting her two fingers insider herself, pulling them out and placing them insider her mouth. That caused the crowd to go wild, they started bouncing on the bumper of the truck and yelling erratically.

Everyone was so caught up in the girls performance, nobody noticed the police ease down the hill, and position themselves at the back of the parking lot.

After taking in a bit of the show themselves, the loudspeaker came to life, asking all to disperse. The guys hated the fact of having to end the party so soon, but within minutes the entire Beach was clear. The only people left behind were the D.J. and the guy at the grill.

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Back in the neighborhood the function continued on. There were cases of alcohol, and trash cans of beer in the apartment building for everybody to drink. But Redflag couldn’t understand why the drinks were disappearing so quickly.

Redflag glared back over his shoulder at the crowd, and smiled as he witnessed his homegirl punch someone in the face.

D. Lok, what’s up dogg? What’s going on back there?

It’s all good my nigga. I got this back here don’t trip. D. Lok replied.

Ok, like that! Redflag said, turning his attention to his boys who were standing off to the side conversating. Come on Blood, lets shake this spot and get in traffic.

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Chapter Two

Martika jumped out of bed and rushed to the front room, as she heard Redflag trying to creep in the house. She was so mad, she was stumping the floor as she headed in in his direction. He knew from the sound, things were not about to go well.

Martika stopped directly in front of Redflag, placed one hand on her hip and drilled him with so many questions it was crazy. Martikas mouth was becoming to much to deal with, so Redflag grabbed his gun from under the bed and left the house just as quick as he came.

While walking up the block, Redflag couldn’t shake the thoughts of what took place the night before, he understood people were around, but didn’t think anyone was close enough to identify him to the police.. But what he didn’t think about was them obtaining the numbers of T. Bones license plate, which would be just as bad.

Hey whats up Flag? A female yelled while driving by.

Redflag threw his hands up in response, but was lost in thought. A few apartments up Redflag could hear the commotion of a crap game taking place. He had no intentions on stopping, until he heard Boo arguing. Redflag walked inside the building to see Boo getting hostile.

Boo, whats up Blood? Why you making all this mutha fuckin’ noise in here?

Boo looked puzzled, as he glanced toward the front of the apartment building with a wad of cash in his hands. Once he recognized who it was he smiled, and gave a head nod. What’s up my nigga? I thought you would be sleep somewhere. Boo said, then peered down at the game. Bet nigga!! Ten or Foe!

As Redflag eased closer to the game, he noticed Boo couldn’t get a bet and said. I would’a been dogg, if it wasn’t for Martika big ass mouth, She was on yo boy like a mutha fucka.

Well whats poppin’ then? What you ‘bout to do right now? Boo asked.

I don’t know, I guess I’m posted right here for the time being, but aay. Whats up with that niggah Bone tho Blood? Did Blood get rid of that or what? Redflag asked while peering through the front gate.

Blood took it to the house with him, but we s’pose to get together later on and handle that. So don’t trip Boo said.

Ok like that then Redflag said, trusting Boos word to get rid of the only thing connecting them to the murder, Check this out Blood. Yo boy finna post out front and get me a few hits.

Boo watched for a minute as Redflag walked toward the front gate, then turned his attention back to the crap game. What’s up? You niggas must of thought I was done huh? I’m not done with you fools, until you’re stripped of everything!

Redflag laughed as he listened and visualized Boo in action. He knew Boo had a gambling habit and hoped that he would win. Because if he didn’t, he would win by default. Boo was quick to draw his gun, and rob everybody involved in the game.

Whats up Flag Blood? Whats poppin’ out here? One guy asked.

I don’t really know, I just got out here my damn self. Redflag said, as gave dapp to the guys who walked up. But the first sale is on me tho.

On Bloods we aint trippin’, you got that. One of the guys replied.

Redflag then walked over to the end of the apartment building, placed his gun in the bushes and walked back over to his homies,

Whats up, you niggahs aint got none of that good? Blow something with you boy.

Before anyone could respond, the police came speeding up the block and stopped where they stood. Seeing that no one was going to run, ruined their game of cat and mouse, which really got under their skin.

The officer quickly exited his car. Come on Bloods, you guys know the position. Hands on the hood. As he walked around behind them he asked. So where did you fellas put the guns and dope? I know it’s out here somewhere.

We ain’t got shit, so do what you gotta do, so we can get on! Redflag barked.

The guys who were shooting craps heard the commotion going on, and eased out the back gate.

The officer walked over to Redflag and kicked his legs apart. Do you have any needles or sharp objects I should be concerned about?

Didn’t I just tell you to handle your business, so we could be on our way? That means we don’t have shit, so do what you got to-

We got a hit! The officers partner called out, interrupting Redflag from continuing on. Yeah him right there!

The officer looked down at Redflag and said "Well, well, well. I guess we