Breaded Boys 2: Breaded Boys

By Quadrik "Krunch" Willis

Death before dishonor. That's what comes into play once it's revealed that someone that the crew held close to them is trying to end it all. No one is safe. And soon it becomes unclear who is family and who is the enemy as they try to hold onto to the bond that they once shared. But, soon one member of the crew loses everything that he held dear to him and it rocks the crew like nothing before and it's every man for himself. The streets become unsafe as everyone begins to pay for the sins of this one man until he pays the ultimate price....six feet in the ground.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quadrik "Krunch" Willis
• Release date: Oct 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386547914

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Chapter 1

The lady went to check the mail of her New York home and was shocked to see a manilla envelope in her mailbox. The envelope didn’t have a return address, but nobody really had her new address to mail her letters. The envelope had a funny object and shape inside, so she started opening the envelope up, as she headed up her sidewalk, and into her new home. The two-story house was recently bought by her son, Ishmel. He was currently out of town with her only two grandsons who had just got accepted to college. Ishmel took them with him to South carolina on his business trip, so he could also take them shopping as he searched for new artist. Ishmel’s sister, the two boys mother was recently battling cancer, and Ishmel’s brother was currently incarcerated in a prison for murder. His brother Adontis was only around 17 or 18 years old, when he got locked up for a murder when he was 16 years old, visiting his people out of town. Some dudes tried to take his jewelry and money, so he shot one of them and the other one fled away on foot.

Adontis was captured a few days later. Someone called Crimestoppers on him for the reward. As Ms. Ramsey entered her home, she closed and locked the door behind her, as she reached in the manilla envelope and pulled out a little ziploc bag. When her eyes settled on the bag, she screamed and the bag fell from her fingers and hit the floor. She took a step back, and accidentally knocked over a lamp on the end table. Her hands clasped over her mouth, as she tried to calm her breathing, so she didn’t hyperventilate. She tried to call her son, Ishmel, for the fifth time, but still no answer. She had a terrible feeling in her stomach, and she almost fell out. She didn’t know rather to call the police, wait for Ishmel to call, or what. Ms. Ramsey tried to call Ishmel once again, but it was still going straight to the machine. She ran to her room and fumbled through some papers so she could locate the twins numbers. She found their numbers, but to no avail, they both went to the machine. She was really starting to lose control of her thoughts, and her stability.

She got on the phone and called Helen, who was her daughter and the twins mother. She asked Helen if she’d talked to Ishmel or the twins and she said no. She stated that she had been trying to reach them since Friday but she never got in touch with them. She debated telling Helen about what was in the manilla envelope, but then she thought against it. She was going to call the police, because something just wasn’t sitting right with her. She told Helen that she would give her a call later and take it easy. After they said their goodbyes, they were off of the phone. She let the phone rest on the base for a moment, then she picked the cordless phone up and dialed a few numbers. After a few rings a voice came on.

16th precinct, Detective Avolie speaking.

She thought about hanging up, but she knew they would only call her back.

Hello-Hel- said the baritone voice.

Hello, my name is Ellanor Ramsey, and I would like if you or another detective could come by my home, she said cutting him off. I have just received something very disturbing and I’d rather talk about it in person.

I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes. Everything will be ok, he said.

Detective Avolie came to a halt in his royal blue detective crown victorian in front of Ms. Ramsey’s home. He exited the car and lit up a menthol and took a few drags off of it, then he flicked the barely smoked cigarette onto the sidewalk. Before Detective Avolie could knock on the door, it came open with a little squeakiness to it.

Hi, I’m the Detective you were speaking on the phone with, he said as he looked at Ms. Ramsey.

Come on in, she said.

He did gratefully. Neither one of them noticed the black Lincoln town car, posted on the corner watching them as they entered the home. The driver of the Lincoln dialed a number on his cell phone and when someone picked up he said, Boss, this Brunson! A detective is at the home with the old lady.

This black little monkey want to take from me. Visit the other home and take his sister. Send the message loud and clear, then bring it on in. We’ll sit and wait for him to come out of his hole, said the other voice.

Sure thing boss, said Brunson as he hung up and headed towards the other home.

He never noticed the teenager, who was posted on the stoop behind him and his passenger of the Lincoln. The teenager was wondering why these two spaghetti motherfuckers were posted watching his old lady spot. He lifted up his white mesh bag, and spoke back into the call on the phone. But yeah Doja! Good lookin out ock, you pulled some major strings homie. I’ll be back in the Carolinas Thursday evening at the Charleston airport son. I can’t thank you enough, I thought I was done on the murder rap. But you came through, a man of your word, a true God. I’ll always be loyal to you ock.

Listen my nigga, I told you when we been up the road that all you owed me was your friendship and loyalty, right? That’s all I want, now stop getting emotional nigga. You been gone for two and some change off a 35 year bid that they won’t get from you, ya feel me. You got the money and shit I sent for you. But that’s obvious, because the cell phone was in the locker at the airport to.

Doja and Digga Man started laughing.

Well Doja, I bout to head up in my mom’s crib, take a shower, and try to umm...what’s the word? Umm..mix something!

Doja and Digga Man burst out laughing. Doja was laughing so hard he started choking and tears came in his eyes.

Yeah my nigga, go mix something and relax! Tell yo momz I say hello and how she like her gift.

Alright then, I’ll holla at cha, ock.

Alaikum A-Salaam.

They both hung up. Digga Man pulled out a blue box of cigarettes and lit one. He walked slower towards his mother’s home as he watched the detective leave from the house with a little zip-loc bag and got in his car. He watched the detective light up a cigarette and then drive off. Digga Man was trying to put things together in his thoughts, first some Italians were watching his mom's spot, and now a detective was leaving. Something just wasn’t sitting right with him, and he knew his brother was in the mix of all this shit. He knew that for a fact. He got closer to the home, and was ready to surprise his mom. He just didn’t know what surprises awaited him. No one knew he was home from prison, and wasn’t no longer doing the 35 year sentence he was issued. The only people who knew he was home was Doja, Precious, the lawyer and himself. He headed through the gate of his mom’s home and walked straight down the sidewalk that led to the stairs. Then he eased up the steps so they wouldn’t squeak. He stood to the door as he blew out a stream of smoke, then flicked his cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and then as he let the air out of his chest, he rang the doorbell. He placed his net bag down beside him as he checked the scenery of his mom’s neighborhood. He rang the doorbell again, and a few moments later he heard footsteps walking across the hardwood floors. He took another deep breath as he heard the footsteps get closer to the door. As the door swung open his mom didn’t notice that it wasn’t the detective at the door. As she wiped off a coffee mug with a towel.

Yes, Detective Avolie did yo- and that’s all she got out her mouth as the coffee mug and towel hit the floor and the mug broke. Her jaw dropped as she held both of her hands up to her mouth in shock. All she could do was whimper out. Baby how?

As Digga Man placed his arms around his mother, and allowed her to cry joyful tears a teardrop ran down the side of his face as he held his mother close. She embraced him some more.

But Adontis, how is this possible? I was there in the courtroom.

He looked in his mother’s eyes. Ma, I got a good friend and a new good lawyer. This is the beginning of a new thing Ma. I’m taking you with me, and we about to enjoy life and be happy for a change. But first, let’s go in the house so you can fix me something to eat and let me know what the police was here for.

He picked up his bag, as his mother picked up the big shards of glass, and they were heading into the kitchen to discuss the matters at hand. She broke down the situation about the manilla envelope arriving in the mail, which led to the detective coming to the house.  He broke down the whole situation how he met Doja, all the way up to the point to where he got off the plane. The only thing Digga Man didn’t tell his mom, was the fact that there were two spaghetti eatin motherfuckas watching her spot. And he didn’t tell her for another reason also, he didn’t want her to be his co-defendant because he was going to murder them. He already knew from the manilla envelope, the two spaghetti motherfuckers in the Lincoln, and the fact that his brother wasn’t answering the phone, that his brother and nephews were memories and faces on a shirt. Problems had to be solved.

Chapter 2

H ello, said Doja as he answered his Blackberry.

Yeah the dually truck has been dropped off at the custom shop. The key is under the front left wheel well, said his Aunt Tee as she headed to the airport to board her plane to Florida.

A’ight Auntie, be safe and let Trick know I’ll be down there soon, he said.

I’ll let him know! And do you know how much the truck is worth right? she asked.

He smirked. Yes Auntie, everything mix! I’ll let you know when your Mercedes AMG is ready, but I gotta slide.

Doja and his Auntie Tee said their goodbyes, then they ended their conversation. He slid his Blackberry back into its case and he caught up to Exotic and Lost Soul. The three of them were in Northwoods Mall shopping, trying to find something to wear to the Kush Lounge, because Gucci Mane was performing tonight and they had VIP passes. Neither of them needed to be in the mall, because they had numerous clothes and sneakers that haven’t been worn yet. Doja stopped at one store and bought a pair of Parish Jeans that were $3869.00, with a matching shirt that was $189.00. The fit was heavy and he knew he would be fresh as a motherfucker tonight. Exotic bought a Ed Hardy outfit, which ran him $512.00 for the pants and the shirt. Lost Soul bought a Red Monkey fit that ran him almost $600.00. Their next move was to Foot Locker, where Doja bought some hard ass Air Max 95’s that matched his fit and he snatched a pair of Jordan’s and a pair of matching Air Max’s like his for Precious out of Kids’ Foot Locker.

They each continued sopping in the mall for a while and the females throughout the whole mall were all over them, and the niggas hated at a distance. People thought they were stuntin’ now, but when they got outside was when the real show and hatin’ would begin. As Doja, Exotic, and Lost Soul headed out the mall, you could tell their money was long by the custom made charms that hung from their necks and glistened. The three of them entertained a few conversations with some females, and told them where the part and after party was at. The party was going to be at Kush Lounge and the after party was going to be at Fantasy’s. The females agreed to come and bring their friends. After a few minutes of talking with a few more females, the three were headed to the parking lot where their cars were parked side by side. They already had hit their remote start on their cars, and they were about to head out.

Doja placed his bags in the back of his custom ‘73 Cadillac and jumped in the driver’s seat as he placed a Gucci Mane mix cd in the cd player. Right next to him was Exotic jumping into his ‘67 Skylark and beside Exotic was Lost Soul jumping into a ‘74 Caprice. As Doja let his sunroof back, Exotic and Lost followed suit as well. Exotic and Lost Soul still had their doors up, as they backed out behind Doja and pulled to the front of the mall by the food court. Doja came to a stop in front of the door, as his partners did right behind him. They were the center of attention, as females pussy got wet and niggas and little kids pointed. Doja ran to Exotic, then Lost Soul to let them know he was in the mood for some wings and shit. They decided to go to Wild Wings on Ashley Phosphate and Dorchester Rd. He then ran to get in his car, as his homeboys let their doors down and they all began to swerve side to side as they exited the parking lot, headed towards their destination.

As Doja drove, deep in thought, he pondered with the numbers of the bricks he had stuffed in the dually truck. He thought to himself, 50 bricks at $8,500 a piece