Perfect Timing

By Charles Klotz

Ghetto to ghetto! Hood to hood! Join Sidney Money as he battles through Camden, the roughest and toughest city in America, in an attempt to fill the shoes of his late great-hood-superstar brother, Shawn Money, who was snatched by the Feds and tossed away for life! Embark as he endures his own brief incarceration, links up with some out-of-towners, and goes on to indulge in a life full of money, girls, betrayal, and murder. With everything moving so fast, he needs time to think the next move. And what makes matters worse, the same FBI agent who cased his brother just may have the hots for him too. Cross your fingers and hold your breath as Money takes you on a fast-moving roller-coaster ride of pure and utter fear. Whats just a normal day for him could mean a lifetime of trauma for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504928403

Charles Klotz

Charles Klotz resides in Camden, New Jersey, with his wife, Syreeta, and his four wonderful children, Camron, Saniah, Ckyah and Jorden. He is a graduate of Woodrow Wilson High School and a dedicated writer of poetry, children, and adventure books and lots more. Perfect Timing is just the first of many stories in his arsenal in which he felt the need to materialize and share with the world. A story that he says he just had to get off his chest.

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CHAPTER 1

FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY

FBI! Open this mother fucking door now! We have a warrant for your arrest Money! Why the fuck didn’t someone tell me this son of a bitch has steel bars all around his house? We’ll need a fucking tank to get to this bastard. This reminds me of some kind of bunker or some shit.

Money, bring your ass up out of there before we take your poor little mother to the big house and your little brother to an orphanage. You got three seconds to decide who’s more important, you or your family. One! Two! Thr!

Ok! Alright! I’m coming out Mahoney. What the fuck you arresting me for anyway. I was just at the court house yesterday paying those parking tickets.

Oh believe me Mr. Money, parking tickets are the least of your problems. Put your motherfucking hands in the air and get down on your knees.

Man, what the fuck are you arresting me for? My fucking mother is in there, scared out her mind and you haven’t even told me what y’all here for. Mom! Get on the phone right now and call my lawyer! Y’all silly ass toy cops don’t have any idea who y’all fucking wit. Every last one of y’all motherfuckers going be out a job fucking with me!

Shut the fuck up Money! You are a stupid motherfucker, did you know that.

Fuck you Mahoney.

You see Money you’re the one has to worry about being fuck. You’re looking at a hundred fucking years, asshole.

You think I didn’t know you were coming. I know my phone tapped. I know two, maybe three cars been following me all around town, day in and day out. Shit y’all even been following my mother and little brother. An old ass lady and a little ass boy, y’all should be ashamed of yourselves.

Well I’m sorry you feel that way but we don’t put anything passed anyone. Let me ask you something Money. Have you ever heard of the Rico Law?

Fuck you Mahoney.

God I like you Money, either you have a whole lot of heart or you are as dumb as a door knob. Did you know that we have damn near sealed the case on those seven bodies we know you are responsible for? Witnesses, willing and ready to testify against you! All we really need is just one body to stick, and you can possibly rot in prison.

I’m no murderer, Mahoney.

We know you didn’t Money. We also know you’re not responsible for all that dope, coke and crack that’s circulating all around the city. You see Money I’m here to clean up all the trash that’s polluting Camden’s streets. Five years I’ve been after you. Five fucking years! Today is one of the best days of my life. Do you really know how I feel right now? All of your properties gone! Houses, cars, motorcycles and businesses all gone! I might even buy something at the Sheriffs auction old buddy. My little girl is having a graduation soon, maybe one of these beautiful cars of yours just may become hers.

The only thing your daughter’s getting is this dick, shit she might get one of these cars if she act right. You feel where I’m coming from Agent Mahoney?

Even in a time like this you still possess a since of humor. I definitely must say, I am going to love to see you break at trial.

Fuck you Mahoney!

No fuck you Money! Alright, cuff him.

That day may have been the cruelest day of my life. I sat in the window and watched my big brother be cattle away by these sucka ass police that didn’t understand shit about the way we lived. Of course my brother killed people but he wasn’t a fucking murderer. Those people deserved to be killed. Snitches, stickup boys, and petty pack stealing fiends, were some of the unlucky vermin who fell victim to the exterminator. Drugs been here way before my brother was born and I’m pretty sure they’ll be way after he’s gone. A precious piece of me was stolen the day my bro was taken away. I feel like I was robbed of my hero. My brother was convicted of drug trafficking and distribution. It seems the seven murders the agents said they had on them actually turned out to be fourteen when the prosecutor started producing witnesses that suddenly had the heart to talk. Twelve hundred months was the sentence the judge handed down. My brother was to serve his time in a maximum security prison all around the world. Thirty six months into his travels somewhere in Mississippi my best friend lost his life in a mess hall riot. Word was he had muscled his way into the dope game and niggas just wasn’t having that shit. He got poked up by at least five different bangers and saving his life just wasn’t in the question. The police let him bleed out until they got a hold of the situation, but I know better. Those pigs, especially in Mississippi can give a fuck about saving a niggas life. My bro had checked out and I was checking in. Hey! What can I say it’s in my blood!

Alright everybody strip! Assholes and elbows! Assholes and elbows, people! Butt naked, let’s go!

Man this some bullshit!

What the fuck you just say fat boy? You got a motherfucking problem with what I said? Then shut the fuck up, and take those stinking ass clothes off! I swear by the God’s who art in heaven, I’ll fuck you up in here! Ok, sir, I’m stripping! Shut the fuck up and strip then, fat boy! Anyone else have a problem with what the fuck I’m saying? Speak up ladies! Welcome to hell! Those boxes in front of you, has a jumpsuit and a pair of slippers. This is what you will change into after you hit the shower. Your old linens go in the boxes. You will stack your box over there in that far corner, one on top of another. So far, any questions? If not, then good! I’m C.O Coleman. When you hear your name called, come and pick up your bedding, cup, fork and lock. Jones! Cook! Rodriquez! Money! Banks! Holmes! Welcome to BT, gentlemen. You all know why you’re here, and I’m going to tell you what you are going to do. First of all, read your damn handbooks. Learn the rules and regulations of the institution, and most of all, don’t get on my bad side. After all you settle into your assigned living quarters, prepare for the mess hall movement.

Money, I need to see you at my desk!

Yeah, what’s up Officer Coleman?

Sidney Money!

Yeah that’s me!

Shawn Money is your older brother right?

Yeah he dead now, why?

He was my nigga, that’s why! Look, between me and you, I use to run with your brother years back in North Camden. No matter what the papers say or that punk ass FBI Agent Mahoney said about Shawn, I can tell you he was a real dude. When shit hit the fan, he didn’t fold. Shit if he would of just told on me and the rest of the team we had, he probably wouldn’t have gotten that asshole full of time and I wouldn’t be here talking to you. What I’m saying is I got you. I’m going to bring you in a cell phone tomorrow and an ounce of haze, so you can get your hustle on. Now, I didn’t want to sound like Shawn but I know he didn’t approve of anyone in the click getting high, so make sure you don’t. Shawn always said You’ll become your own best customer. All I ask is keep your circle tight and never mention my name to anyone.

You don’t have to worry about that.

I know I don’t.

Look, get out of here and see what’s going on around here.

Yeah! No doubt.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow, young Money.

Yeah! No doubt!

Hey yo, what’s up son?

Son! Who the fuck you calling son?

Cool out Cowboy! That’s just a little slang we use up NY.

Oh, alright!

Yeah, you from CMD, right?

Yeah, why what’s up?

Nothing dun! No beef or nothing! I heard the officer call you Money. You bout that?

Nigga that aint my name for nothing! All my niggas out North Camden get paper, you heard.

I heard! I heard! Well look check it, I’m Rodriquez. You can call me Brave Heart. I’m from New York. You know Brooklyn right?

Yeah, I know Brooklyn. I mean I aint never touch out there but I heard of it. I heard it go down out there?

Yeah it goes down!

So, why they call you Brave Heart? What’s that about?

Well to be honest with you, my mom gave me this name. Ever since I was five years old I’ve been beating up my step pops for hitting on my mom. She said that even though I couldn’t keep dude from busting her ass, I had a brave heart for trying. Well the name just stuck with me, especially when I started putting in work in my hood. Man I aint got to explain, all those stories I heard about how y’all get down in Camden. Anyway I caught a beef out here in Jersey, well Jersey City to be exact. I drove down here, just me and my mack-10, searching for this cat who skated with a key of coke. Long story short, I caught up with him, no questions asked and pushed his fucking wig back. Fuck the key of coke, you feel me? I jumped in the whip and shot back to NY.

Hold up Brave! You saying you got away right? Then what the hell you doing up in here with me?

Check it out! Like two, maybe three months go by. I’m cooling up in Brooklyn and these two detectives pull up on me. I’m nervous as hell, good thing I’m not strapped, cause between freedom and prison, lies death and I aint letting these two twinkie motherfuckers bag me on a homicide. We gone hold court right there on the streets you heard!

So what happened after that?

They asked me my name then took me in for questioning. They were basically trying to get me to roll on myself. Hell no, not me motherfucker! They screaming that they know me and ole boy had a beef over some drug money and that it was a pretty decent amount of cash and shit. They said that a witness was willing to testify against me, but I should just cooperate and save myself the life sentence for losing trial.

No! That’s mad crazy kid! So what you do?

Nigga I told them straight up, I aint kill nobody and I don’t know what the fuck they talking about. Come to find out, his baby mom mentioned my name to these dick heads and put them on my ass ASAP. Long story short, they searched my whip, didn’t find shit, so they planted some dope on me and now I sit before you with a punk ass three flat. Ok, that’s something real light, nigga.

Shit, I’ll take a three flat for a body any day nigga! You already know!

Well that’s my story and part introduction to you, Money. If you don’t mine, what brings you to this hell hole?

Well, to be honest with you, I’m doing a light bid myself. It seems that the same motherfuckers that knocked my big bro off had a little hard on for me as well. They noticed that the operation wasn’t completely shut down and that didn’t sit well with them. I had tightened up the circle so to speak and after its devastating collapse these motherfuckers couldn’t even pay a fiend to set me up.

Hold up! Hold up! Please don’t tell me those faggot ass police done the shit to you that they done to me?

You already know! Those dirty motherfuckers rolled up on me while I was walking to the Chinese store with my young girl. Get on the ground! Shit, I’m about to bail on these niggas, until I realize they police and I didn’t have shit to run for. So they patted me down and didn’t find shit. Next thing I know is they putting me in their car and telling my young girl to bounce. I had a feeling those suckas were up to something, I just couldn’t figure it out. Five minutes of them so called combing the area, one cop came walking up and start tapping the window with a .38 revolver in his