The PERFECT SET UP

By Mr. Dela

There is truth on the old saying: The more money you make in this dirty game the more problems you will receive. In this urban thriller Murder Mystery Rob was getting major money which brought forth: New enemies, Envy, Jealousy, Dishonor, Betrayal and Rage.To the point of someone wanting to erase Rob from the equation and won't stop until he is rolled into a church feet first and then buried six feet deep. Due to circumstances and consequences of life trips and falls paradoxes. Find out who is the master mind behind The Perfect Set Up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716490842

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Chapter 1

YO! ROB, LET'S SLIDE to the west– short for Northwest Senior High school– and see what we can come up with?

I'm down with that, Stan. But first I need to get my brome– car– washed, then I will slide out there.

Okay then, when you finish holler, Stan said.

Rob went and had his 71' two-door coupe Chevy Caprice– short for Chevet–fully detailed at the car wash on fifty-fourth street and nineteenth avenue. When his car was finished he called Stan and informed him he was on the way to the schoolhouse.

On the way there Rob had his sound system beating out heavy and his twelve t.v.'s revealing a porno flick.

When he whipped up in front of Northern Western Senior High school. The kids that were hanging out front could not help but to notice the rims Rob had on his Chevy stood taller than Lil' Kim, and the ghost paint job which had the Predator running through the jungle when the car moved.

Rob had finally bumped into Stan after he had circled the block a couple of times.

Stan had the seven-one Chevy game on smash. He was rolling on a set of chrome 28"s–Warrick Dunns–with they call them, with a nasty candy green paint that was so sick. Along with the twelve t.v. game and –major get down– sound system.

What dey do, Rob?

Chilling that's it. Did you come up on some noon action yet?

Nah, I was waiting for you.

Well let's do what we do best Stan and get some noon action.

Rob pulled off and Stan followed.

They had hollered at a few Lamina– animal spelled backward a female who is easy to give the pussy up– and Rob had pulled a bad little Spanish chick named Maria.

Stan had scooped a girl named Conney. She was a nice looking redbone.

With no hesitation, they jetted straight to their hideout which the called–The fuckshop!–. The fuckshop was a nice cozy little two-bedroom house.

After they had arrived at the fuckshop and invited their company inside.

Rob had clutched his senta Rita by the hand and lead her to his domain. With no hesitation or questions asked Maria had begun taking her clothes off, her five foot six, one hundred and thirty-five-pound coke cola body frame.

I like her, Rob said to himself.

As he stared at her body that had the most flawless skin he'd ever seen. She could easily be the next top model or be on the cover of any magazine. With her little pretty face, brown eyes, beautiful black long silky smooth hair up top and down south.

This little ordeal between them was totally ironic. It felt like they have known each other for years, but was total strangers.

Rob did not waste another minute nor played any games. He went ahead and gave Lil" momma the business.

Maria was taking it like a true champ and that turned him on even more.

They switched several times in different positions. Repeatedly given one another they're all until they came to their climax's.

When she rolled off him there was a knock at his this door.

He already knew who it was and what they wanted.

Stan, he wanted to tag team–switch girls–. Which he was down for that one hundred percent. But for some reason he was not for Maria.

It's up to her, he mumbled to himself.

When he opened his room door. She was coming out of the bathroom.

What's up Stan?

You tell me. What's up with Lil' momma?

I don't know. You can try her if you want Stan? What's up with the one you with?

She's down with whatever.

Yeah! Stan, I don't think Maria is with it.

Well, let me be the judge of that homey, he said coldly.

Damn! I can't believe I'm brown-nosing–cock blocking– over a bitch I don't even know. Man, I'm getting soft Rob thought.

Rob, may I please speak with you for a minute?

What's up?

Do you want to fuck the other chick?

"Why do you ask me that?

If you want to go ahead. It's alright with me. I'm down for whatever, but I'm not feeling your homeboy at all. It's just something about him I don't like, she said.

I'll tell him that you are not down for it okay.

Thanks, Rob on the rebound whenever we see your so-called home boy's girl we can jump her together okay.

Yeah, I hear you, Maria.

He went and told Stan she was not with the lick. Stan straight-up snapped calling her everything but a child of God.

When he returned to his room. Maria was just getting out of the shower.

Would you please take me to school, so I can catch my six-period class?

Yes if that's what you want to do.

While she got dress Rob grabbed his car keys, then told Stan he was heading out. Stan crunk backs up snapping on Maria.

Get that pussy ass bitch from around here!

Rob crunk his car up and she asked why does his car sound like it's about to shut off at given moment?"

He just laughed to himself. Because he knew right then she did not know about engines.

That's how it's supposed to sound when the engine is supped up Maria.

Oh!

He gunned it when he had turned on seven-one street and one-five avenue.

They were plastered to the leather seats until he let off the gas pedal and that was when they were in front of her school.

Now, what do you have to say about my engine?

Boy, you could have killed me driving all reckless!

Quickly he responded by saying; One thing for certain I'm not going to kill myself.

Here is my information, she gave him her cell and house number.

Don't be scared to put them to use okay, she said as she got out of the car.

Yes, I hear you, he replied.

Chapter 2

AT A YOUNG AGE, Rob was hustling and getting cold paid on fifteenth avenue with all the big-time dope dealers, selling drugs for his older brother.

Every payday he'll go shopping and get fresh to death in the latest fashions.

Then he'll call his main man up Uncle Al, and see where he's jamming at. Because wherever Al's at it's going to be thick to death with a gang of hoe's.

After every jam session, it goes down at Uncle Al's hideout.

The girls that couldn't fit on the back of the Uhaul truck, Rob allowed them to ride with him to the hideout in Brownsville– also known as Brown Sub–.

After Al's jocks unloaded their equipment, everybody went inside and grabbed a female they wanted to fuck.

Cuda Hound one of Al's jocks and Rob went in the room and tag teamed– switch girls– the two chicks. Then grabbed two more chicks.

Cuda Hound invited another dude to join them.

Rob this Stan.

Stan this is Rob, what they do? Stan greeted.

Just chilling.

After being introduced they went straight and got their groove on. Straight up punishing them hoes.

While Rob was long dicking Lil' momma from the back. She was squealing and serving C-Hound head. The other two chicks were freaking each other, as Stan did his thang.

They switched several more times until each one of them wounded up with two chicks at the same time.

Afterward, Rob went outside and smoked a fat spliff.

This is how Rob and Stan met. Since then it's been on and popping every since. They were on the same page. Getting money together and fucking hoes.

Stan was five years older than Rob. But that didn't bother Rob at all, they kept vibing until they became real tight.

They went half on some dope and started getting money together in Liberty City.

The more their spot boomed, the more problems they received from a couple of bustas around the corner.

Rob wanted to go around there and flip them nigga's with his AK-47 assault rifle–which they called them sticks and choppers–, but Stan stopped him and told him; it's a million ways to skin a cat.

Rob did not grasp what he had meant by that statement. Because it went in one ear out the other. The only thing was on his mind was doing them, chumps, for even sizing a nigga of his caliber.

Rob, check me out. Starting tomorrow we're putting out two for the price of one on the block. That's the first thing. Second of all, we're going to sit back and see how they're going to react to our sudden change.

Stan why go through all this bullshit! All we have to do is ease these fuck boys off the planet and that would solve the problem, instead of wasting our time and dope trying to complete with these dudes.

Stop making all these shortcuts in life. Patience my brother pays off in the long run, trust me.

Don't give me that bullshit! The more we wait to respond back to they're threats the more they're going to think we're straight up pussy! And you know that, Stan.

Okay then, since you insist on wanting to indulge in this hot boy life. We're going to handle it on your level, but on my terms.

That's what I'm talking about. That's real G' shit, Stan.

They went and got drapped up from head to toe in all black. They armed themselves with two sticks and grabbed a few extra ninety round clips. Just in case they needed some more ammunition.

They slid through their new enemies block where they trapped at, in their undercover ride. Scoping out the scenery, which was not looking right for some apparent reason. There were a lot of people than usual hanging at the trap. But Stan had just the plan for that matter at hand.

He grabbed his throwaway cell phone and called his main men. Who's well equipped, and highly trained to fight the front line for him. In which he feels they owe him that much.

9-1-1, May I help you? The dispatcher responded.

Stan reported that there had been multiple gunshots fired in his neighborhood. Then he quickly hung the phone up and throw it away.

Less than fifteen minutes later them gangsters in brown and beige, The Miami Dade County Police was on the set deep. They searched everybody who was in the yard of the trap for firearms.

Do to no one going to jail, Rob and Stan could not believe after these dudes sent death threats, how they were slipping, posted up in their trap without no fire.

After the police left the scenery, Stan and Rob whipped up in the trap and laid everyone down.

Rob went up inside the house and hit them up for all their dope and cash. Rob already knew they didn't have any fire–short for a firearm–on them. Big fucking mistake as Rob headed back to the car. He busted multiple shots into the house.

Then they hit it back to their set.

Stan stashed the car and they did what would normally do. Post up in front of their own trap, like nothing had taken place. But they had their sticks on deck. That's for sure. Because they knew it wouldn't be long before them clowns come sliding through their set.

Twenty minutes later, they did just that, slid through their set two cars deep. They were thrown because Stan and Rob were posted up like they normally do every day, just like nothing happened.

They mean mugged them and Rob mean mugged them back. Then they kept on sliding through, which was good on their behalf, because they would have gotten chopped the fuck up, bullshitting around.

After they didn't see their tail lights anymore.

They just busted out laughing at what had taken place.

Rob I like to give props when props are due. I liked how you handled yourself in this situation tonight.

I'm 'bout this life. I don't talk it homey.

I hear you, Lil' homey.

They closed up shop and busted down everything that they took from them play, play gangsters, then went their separate ways.

Chapter 3

WHEN ROB WAS hanging out with a couple of Stan's homeboys from his hood.

They had told him straight up, that Stan was good people's, but he can't be trusted at the same time, and he's well known for doing foul shit: backtracking on his own homeboy's girls, and trying to belittle a nigga in front of some hoes. Like he's the big man.

The shit they had told Rob blew him. Because Stan didn't seem like that type of dude to him. Plus he couldn't judge him for what he has done to someone else. The only thing he could go by was how he vibed with him. But he definitely took heed to what they had told him.

The more he hung around the more he became uncomfortable without Stan being present. Because when he's around these dudes be acting like everything's gravy. But when he's not around, it's another story.

Rob didn't know if these niggas were putting shit in the game, due to him vibing with Stan more than them or was they testing him to see if he would go back and tell him, what they had told him, or are they just trying to look out for his best interest.

Due to him not knowing Stan as they do. This is some shit to make you say, hmmm.

From that point on Rob, became very skepticable about Stan, and his so-called homeboys.

Chapter 4

WHEN PAYING FOR A few snacks and gas, someone palmed Rob's ass with two hands full.

Instantly he became hot and was about to snap until he turned around and saw who it was.

Hey, there stranger? Maria greeted him.

Girl you better be glad you're you, he said because if it wasn't her, he would have cursed her ass slap ass out.

I'm not on that touching my ass shit! he voiced strongly even though he had a little gristle.

Boy, you are crazy as hell.

What's up with you Maria?

You! That's what's up. Are we going to finish off where we left off at, the last time mister Rob?

Why certainly, you sliding with me? he asked.

Of course, I am, she said cracking a beautiful smile that showed her pretty snow-white teeth.

Would you like something out of the store before we leave Maria?

Yes, she said and grabbed an orange juice and a can of whip cream.

Whip cream! he said.

It's for when I garbled you up, she said seductively.

Humm! Sounds good to me, Lil' momma.

They jumped in Rob's Chevy donk and cleared it to one of his secret hideouts. When they arrived there she asked;

Who' place is this?

Mines, why what's up? He curiously asked.

Nothing, I was just asking.

They went inside and hung out for a while.

As she was eating him off the bone he quietly broke a piece of Alka Seltzer off and begun rubbing it gently around her clitoris.

Her love nest became moist which repeatedly triggered the Alka Seltzer to sizzle, more and more.

Maria's body became so defenseless. To where she could not even stop herself from wiggling her own legs together.

The sizzling sensation ripped through her love tunnel like an erupting volcano.

Some way somehow, she managed to regain just a little of her will power to lock her legs together. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around Rob and began moaning out loud.

Hay Papi!...I'm cumming Papi! the room was filled with sweet sounds of rejoicing, passion, fire and desire, and so much of relieving stress. That was built within her.

The big O G left her body slightly paralyzed and shivering.

When he went to touch her she quickly responded;

Please, don't touch me! I can't take anymore, she pleaded.

If you can't handle this, you surely can't handle my thug sexual healing, he teased.

Boy What e-v-e-r! she said as she slowly began to regain her feeling back in her body.

She went and cleaned herself up.

Chapter 5

WHEN ROB WHIPPED UP in the parking lot of Stan's girlfriend Mary apartments. He noticed these two dudes that were creeping around her back door.

Instantly he grabbed his fire. He was glad that he was in his low-key ride, ducked off behind them dee-bee's –dark boy tinted windows.–

He called Stan on his cellphone. He answered;

What dey Doo, boy?

Where you at? Rob asked demandingly.

Why! What's Rob?

Are you inside or— Before Rob could finish what he was trying to ask Stan. He heard shots fired.

He jumped out of the car and ran around to the front of the apartments. He looked around and saw his main man lying on the ground.

Boy they got me dawg! he yelled.

Rob turned around and saw one of the dudes running toward a black Nissan car. He did the next thing that came to mind. He jumped in the middle of the street and started dumping rounds at the car from behind. He shattered the back window. But he did not know if he had hit one of the dudes.

Fuck! he shouted with so much frustration because he felt it was his fault that Stan got shot. Due to him not reacting fast enough.

He headed back where Stan was at. Mary told Rob to leave before the police shows up. He did just that and left.

Chapter 6

WHILE GEARING UP in black. Rob's cell phone rang it was Maria.

What dey Doo Lil'momma?

Come and get me, please! My parents are fighting again. I don't want to be around this shit!

Well, Maria you picked a bad time. I have to handle something okay. When I finish I will come and scoop you up okay.

Rob! Please don't leave me around here, she begged.

Look, Maria! Stan just got shot. I have to go handle something, I promise you as soon as I'm done, I will scoop you up.

Rob! Please don't go do something crazy. Use your head beau do you really think Stan would go all out for you? If the shoes on the other foot. Fuck No! And you know that. That nigga be trying to holler at me every time he sees me. He isn't solid like you think Rob.

Girl you don't know what you're talking about. You're straight tripping, he replied.

"Boy your so blind. I hate to see you get crossed by Stan, but it's to happen if you keep fuckin' with him.

Rob hung up the phone, then grabbed the stick and headed around the corner, where them fuck boys be trapping at.

When he got around there they were hanging out as nothing had happened. Smoking and drinking like shit was all gravy.

He cocked the stick and slid through there ripping shit up.

While he finger fucked the AK. He felt the same tingling sensation, as busting a good nut. Watching them niggas catch out like bitches.

He served them the whole ninety round clip.

After handling business, he went straight over to Maria's house. Which she was not there. That's when he has saw the black eyes her mother had.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Is Maria's hold up let me see if I still remember how to say it in Spanish excuse my Spanish is Se nu poquito. El Papa Maria Esta Aqui?

Si, she replied.

She let him in not knowing what his intentions were. Rob went straight to their room.

When Rob entered the bedroom, he upped his fire and started pistol-whipping Maria's father. Rob made sure that he blacken both of his eyes.

Look here Papi! Don't you ever put your hands on Maria or her mother again or I will kill you okay? He coldly explained to him staring him directly into this eyes.

On Rob's way out of the house, he told Maria's mom that everything is going to be alright from that day forth. Plus they looked like twins now," he teased.

Chapter 7

DAMN! BABY that's fucked that Rob hasn't came and visit you yet.

"Yeah. But I just hope and pray he hasn't did anything stupid.

That' boy is a loose cannon. You hear me. Plus, I don't think he can handle hearing that I'm paralyzed in the arm."

Bae! Ain't that where you been tapping at?

What are you talking about?

Look at the news and you would see what I'm talking about.

He grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. There was breaking news. The reporter stated;

"In the area that is known as Liberty City, there has been an deadly shooting. Which resulted in to a massive blood bath.

As we were just informed by the M.D.P.– Miami Dade Police. Twelve people were shot. Eight out of the twelve was transported to J.M.H.–Jackson Memorial Hospital and was listed in critical condition. Unfortunately, the other four people was pronounced dead at the scene, as you can see behind me. All these little yellow cones that are set up. Signifying how many rounds was actually fired by the shooter. The person behind this shooting was well equipped and determined to get his man. You can clearly see the little yellow cones that I'm standing next to has the number eighty-nine on it. Whoever was behind this gruesome shooting as many as ninety rounds at the twelve victims. We are asking for you, if you have any clues, or know anything about this massive shooting. Please call the number that's on your screen, 976- Tips, because the shooter is still at large and we need your help to bring this person to justice"

With no hesitation Stan hit Rob up on his cell phone.

Boy, what's up? How are you holding up? Rob asked.

Why don't you just come down to the hospital and see for yourself.

I can definitely arrange that there.

Rob what's been up with you lately?

Nothing much, just chilling. Why! What's up? You need something?

Nah. I'm straight Lil' homey.

What was that all about at your girls place?

I don't know.

So you're telling me you don't have a clue why them dudes was trying to take your head off?

Didn't I tell you no! Stan forcefully replied.

Okay! That's on you.

Rob have you seen the news?

The news! What about the news?

Remember them dudes around the corner from us?

Yeah. What about them...Oh snap! Their the ones behind this?

Even though I didn't really know if they had anything to do with it, I told Rob no he thought.

"No."

Damn! I was about to say, I'm fixing in to go handle that for you.

When Rob said that, that made him think he didn't have anything to do with that shooting, he thought.

Well, I will holler at you whenever you decide to come and see me.

I told you I was going to slide out there later Stan.

I hear you.

Chapter 8

HIS CELL PHONE RANG and It was Maria calling.

Where have you been at? You had me to slide through your way, on the house.

Boy! I cannot believe you did that to my father.

What are you talking about? He asked totally puzzled.

You know damn well what I'm talking about!

Damn Maria, I'm sorry but I didn't like what he did to your mother, he tried to explain.

So that gave you the right to jump on him, Rob?

What are you trying to do make me feel guilty or something? Because it's not going to happen. He deserved it. Where are you at?

Where you think I'm at Rob home!

Well excuse me for asking. Why did you even bother calling me knowing you are not in a talking mood.

I don't know, she replied.

When you are ready to talk, call me.

After he hung up on her she kept calling him back. He didn't have time for her drama.

He went to the hospital and saw Stan.

When he entered his room, he saw Mary watering the flowers in his room.

What dey Doo Stan?

Oh shit! Look what the wind blew in.

Fuck you, Stan. When are they going to discharge you?

I don't know.

Damn! They are acting like you're fucked up or something.

I am Rob.

Get the fuck out of here! You only got a shoulder wound.

I wish that was it, but it isn't. I'm paralyzed in the right arm.

Damn! For real?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well look on the bright side, you're still alive.

Yeah! Yeah! I hear you. Rob, would you do me a favor?

Yes. What's up?

I need you to take Mary home and bring her back please.

That's it? Is she ready to go now or later?

Now would be fine, she said.

Okay then, let's ride, he said.

On the way to her place, she told him one of her homegirls liked him and wanted to holler at him. He asked several questions;

"How did she look? What's her name? And how did she know him?

I guess she saw you vibing with Stan, she suggested.

When does she want to hook up?

"Well, she comes around here on Sunday's. While her grandmother be at