Another Rumble: The Rumble Series, #2

By Rayven Skyy

The everyday hustle in the streets of the seven cities, as it pertains to Milton “Milk” Woodhouse, comes to a halt as he recovers from the gunshot wound that almost claimed his life. Milk’s most recent brush with death forces him to reevaluate not only his street credibility, but also his relationship with estranged ex-wife, Sabrina Wright, whom soon finds out that the grass is not always greener on the other side. Old scores are settled with new vendettas on the horizon which ignites the fire for Another Rumble!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rayven Skyy
• Release date: Dec 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781502229595

Book preview

Face Off!

I told Sabrina what was going on between Milk and I on the streets. I even told her about me and Yvette, but I gave her the PG version. I thought it was Sabrina knocking at the door like somebody was chasing her, but it turned out to be her cousin, Asia. Shawty was rambling her ass off when I opened the door, and all I heard was ‘Milk—Sabrina, and he gon’ kill her.’ I made Asia wait for me downstairs, and then I hurried up the stairs to get my gun with the silencer and scope already attached. We pulled up just in time, too, because Sabrina had a gun pointed at Milk which was later turned on me.

I was prepared to face off with Milk once and for all, but now wasn’t the time. Sabrina had gone into labor. I was able to wrestle Milk to the ground and we both lost our guns, but his gun was still in reach for him to grab to blast back after the shooting started. Sabrina was on the ground with Asia on top of her. Fuck Milk; I had to protect Sabrina, so I got up off the ground, with my gun in hand, and began firing in the same direction as Milk. It was dark and I wasn’t able to see a shadow of anybody. Once, Milk ran out of bullets, he yelled to Sabrina and Asia to stay down on the ground. I really didn’t want to take my eyes off of, Milk, but something told me, whoever was doing the shooting was trying to kill him and me, too.

I hit the ground once I ran out of bullets, but Milk was still shooting into the night. When he ran out of bullets he reached down and picked up Sabrina’s gun, but it was then he got shot. Milk stumbled backwards but he kept on shooting. I could hear Sabrina screaming his name, and for a second I thought she had been shot, too. When the shooting finally stopped, Milk was stretched out on his back with his hand on his stomach. The last thing I heard him say before he closed his eyes was Sabrina’s name.

I could hear the police sirens and I knew they were close by. I didn’t want to leave Sabrina, but the last thing I needed was to be on the scene of yet another drive-by shooting. The police weren’t going to buy that I just happened to be walking by this time. I told that lie already after the shooting at Quikshop. I knew they would call an ambulance for Sabrina when they got here, so I got in my truck and took off.

Once I was out of the neighborhood I threw my gun down a sewage drain along with the shirt I was wearing because it had Asia’s blood on it. I drove straight to my storage, switched cars, and then drove to my house out at Larimore Estates. Today has been fucked up from beginning to end and it can’t get any worse.

Still Belonged To Me!

In spite of everything she did I would die before I let anything happen to Sabrina and my baby. If revenge was what she was seeking, then she got it. I will never look at her the same again, though. I know you’re probably thinking that I had some damn nerve to even feel that way, but one thing you have to understand ladies was that y’all can’t do what niggas do. Bitches on the street had been just pussy to me; Sabrina had my heart. She belonged to me, and that went for her pussy, too. I don’t care if Sabrina walked in on me with another broad actually fucking, her pussy still belonged to me. If I stayed out all night, three nights out of the week, Sabrina’s pussy still belonged to me.

Asia had me thinking all of those years that her son was mine, and when I found out Sabrina was pregnant the last thing to ever cross my mind was that the baby she was carrying wasn’t mine. I could tell by the pictures Asia took of Sabrina and Byrd together that she gave the nigga some pussy; correction—she gave him some of my pussy!

I was using the gun I bought for Sabrina to shoot with, but ask me who I was shooting at. It was dark and I couldn’t see shit, so I had to let my instincts take over and shoot by ear and not by sight. Once I ran out of bullets I yelled to Sabrina and Asia to stay down on the ground as I looked around for my gun to shoot with. Me and Byrd has tried to kill each other on more than one occasion, and if he caught a bullet I wouldn’t lose not a wink of sleep, but now we stood side-by-side trying to make sure nothing happened to Sabrina.

As long as I had bullets I was going to keep shooting. I felt the heat when it hit me in the stomach, but I kept right on squeezing the trigger. I finally collapsed when the shooting stopped. I saw that punk mothafucka when he got up and ran. I didn’t know Asia was dead at the time, but Sabrina made sure the world knew she was alive with all the screaming she was doing. I prayed to God and asked him to protect Sabrina and the baby. At that point, it was all I could do.

I Love It When A Plan Comes Together!

I was locked up with Milk for two years at Mecklenburg State Prison, and we both were transported to the Burg, as niggas called the prison, on the same day. We spent most of that day in receiving together not knowing that we would end up being cellmates. I overheard Milk telling some niggas on the tier that I was good people and not to fuck with me, and I didn’t like that shit at all. I didn’t need him to vouch for me. It didn’t mean shit to me that I was from down south, because nobody was going to fuck with me anyway. But, being Milk’s celly did have its advantages; I stayed high for one. Milk had the guards bringing him food and some more shit from the outside into the prison, and I will say that he made the first two years of my prison sentence lovely. Once he did the two years he was sentenced, too, Milk was released and then I got a new cellmate; Breon. The greenest nigga I’d ever met.

I knew, Breon, through his cousin, Byrd. Breon only had a year to do for driving on a suspended license. Now, please tell me who the fuck actually gets locked up for that shit? Byrd and I grew up together in the Pork n’ Beans projects, but we didn’t start fucking with each other until we both started hustling. Big Byrd, his grandfather, had Miami sewed up and Byrd really didn’t have to hustle for real. Big Byrd didn’t want him involved in the streets at all, but Byrd did his thing anyway. One night, me and Byrd were gambling with some niggas from around the way and I got into his ass for five grand.

We were just starting to hustle back then, so that was a lot of money to us. Byrd bet me double or nothing I was going to crap out on my next roll after I already had $2500 of his money in my pocket. I knew that he didn’t have any more money on him, but I don’t turn down any bets. I won of course, and I told Byrd to just hit me off later, but the next day I caught a manslaughter charge which landed me in prison for the next eight years. I reached out to the Byrd for my money, so I could get a paid lawyer, but he put the duck on me.

Once I finally got released from prison, I paid a visit to my public defender, and let me just say that he is no longer with us; may he rest in peace. I don’t know which one of them was the better cellmate; Breon or Milk, but they both played a very important role in my plan. Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together? I saw all the respect Milk acquired the Virginia niggas. Man, Milk had niggas shook. However, word of advice in case you ever find yourself in prison; leave the streets on the streets. Don’t go in that mothafucka telling your life story, especially if you were getting money out on the streets. You’re asking to be set up.

Now, I had the self-proclaimed ‘Prince of VA’ talking about his life on the streets as a cellmate one minute, then this want to be down, dumb ass dirt mothafucka as a cellmate the next. I chalked it up all up to fate. Everything happened just like it was designed to. Both of them told me to look them up when I touched down and that’s what I did. You know the rest. Milk knew me as Gee and to the almighty, Byrd, I was Gremlin. I know right; you love it when a plan comes together too. I’m headed back down south now. My work in VA is done!

Hey, baby . . . I know, but I had a change of plans. Come outside. I’m down the street where I usually park. Hurry up ‘cause I don’t have a lot of time . . . and bring some clean towels with you . . . don’t ask me a whole lot of questions right now . . . just do like I tell ya . . . okay . . . bye.

Saysha Needs Her Daddy!

I was on my way up the elevator of the hospital to ICU, rushing to get there before visiting hours were over.

Hey, Sabrina, how you doing today? the nurse greeted me as I stepped off of the elevator.

Hey, Ms. Vera, I’m good. How are you doing? I smiled.

I’m blessed, sugar. She hugged me.

How’s our patient? Any change? I asked, hoping for a different report today.

No, baby. She took my hands into hers. He’s still in a coma, Sabrina. She made a slight frown. He’s in God’s hands now and only He has the final say. She kissed me on my cheek.

Let me go in and see him before y’all kick me out. I laughed to lighten the mood. My momma is watching my baby and I have to pick her up in a little while.

Alright sugar. Ms. Vera kissed me again on my cheek. That one was for my baby, and you make sure she gets it, too, she said referring to my daughter.

I will, I told her.

I was hoping today would be the day he would finally open his eyes. The doctors said that he was actually doing well considering where he was shot. While he was in surgery on one floor of the hospital, I was on another floor giving birth to his daughter. I knew just as soon as they cleaned her off, and laid her on my chest, who her father was. I didn’t need a blood test as far as I was concerned, and I am sure that he will agree.

I pulled the curtains shut because it was starting to get dark. Afterwards, I sat down in the chair next to the bed, closed my eyes, and prayed. At this point that was all anyone could do. Next, I got the lotion out of the bathroom and rubbed some on his feet.

I will be so glad when you wake up and get out of this hospital so you can help me with your daughter, I told him. That little heifer is a handful and she’s mad greedy, too. I laughed. She is definitely your child. I covered his feet up with the blanket. Now, that’s better, I said, looking down at him, and then I pulled the blanket up close around his neck. It’s a little chilly in your room tonight. I leaned my head down and spoke directly into his ear. Saysha needs her daddy, so you have to get up out of this bed. I took his hand in mine. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you didn’t make it. I squeezed his hand. Regardless of everything, I still love you. I did not even try to fight the tears that I felt coming on. Please don’t leave us.

And just then he squeezed my hand back.

Oh, my God, I looked at Milk. Milk can you hear me? I looked down at my hand again. "Milk if