Zero

By Christopher Tatum

Life could be a bitch 95 percent of the time. When Zero gets put in a fucked-up situation, he has no choice but to get violent. When he thinks of him and his right hand, he believes he gets to do everything. Zeros wife who is the chief of police in Long Beach and their side bitch Sandy get involved and eliminate all their worries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543439984

Christopher Tatum

Born in Staten Island, raised in Queens life was great. Never did I want for anything. Because I was hard headed I ran the streets and took a hard fall and landed in prison at an early age (17). I’ve learned that in life you will always get tested before you actually get the lesson.

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Copyright © 2017 by Christopher Tatum.

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Rev. date: 07/25/2017

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Man, what the fuck, every other week y’all muthafuckers pickin’ me up.

Stop bitchin’, nigga, I do what the fuck I want.

Where the fuck are you taking me? I got shit to do.

What the fuck I tell you! I ain’t gonna tell you again, now shut the fuck up.

Cricket was an undercover cop, white cop at that. All this cocksucker did was fuck with black people; I’m talking young, old, middle-aged boys and girls. He didn’t give a fuck. His partner was like his twin. His name is Rambo. Cricket and Rambo were weird as fuck, all they did was sit in their Audi and just look for people that stuck out. They didn’t care about nothing else, their only task was to run down and interrogate you about who got guns, who got drugs, and who’s doing what. Corrupt was an understatement when you mention them two.

Today just wasn’t my day. Pardon me, let me introduce myself. My name is Zero. I just came home from doing a ten-year bid. It’s a long story and I ain’t got time to discuss it, just know it ain’t nothing crazy.

As I’m riding down Guy Brewer, I seen my li’l man Don-Don.

What’s good, Gz?

Ain’t shit, tryin’ catch up on some look paper.

Yea me too.

If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense.

Facts.

Anyway I’m ’bout to ride out, be safe.

Yea, right back Z holla whenever.

Passing Fouch Blud, I make a right to put me on Merrick. Before I pull up to Double R’s crib, I hit ’em on the hip.

Yo.

What’s good, big bro, what you dealing with?

Shit everything regular.

By him sayin’ that I knew he was dealin’ with the work.

Yea, right on time.

Once, I heard the phone click. I parked up and went in the crib. Me and my son grew up together but he had me by four years. As you see, not much need to be said, that’s how niggas get bagged, talkin’ too much on them phones.

What’s up, Danger

That’s our blue nose pit. That boy a beast, if they had body builder for dogs I’ll bet my last dolla he’ll win. We fought ’em a couple times but we ain’t get ’em for that, he guard the crib, you know they got that sixth sense.

Move, Danger, solid big bro.

More pressure.

What it’s lookin’ like?

Million man march.

Ight cool, finish up and let’s slide

I know I got y’all fucked up with the lingo, but if you missed the first page I suggest you go back to it and see what shit mean."

Yo I’m ’bout to slide to the store, you need something?

Na I’m gucci, grab some dutches.

Ight.

On my way to the store, I get pulled. I already know who it was when I seen the rings on the grill. The only two cops I’ve seen driving an Audi as they work car. I rolled down the window.

What’s up?

Don’t what’s up me, you know the drill.

Look man, I got shit to do.

Does it look like I give a fuck, let’s go for a ride.

Putting the car in park, I clip my blunt, got out, and jumped in the whip. As they drove off, I asked what’s up cuz these muthafuckers like leaving you wherever they stop.

Where we going

We ask the questions here, not you.

I wouldn’t give a fuck who ask questions. I need to stay close to my car.

If you say another word, Zero, you won’t have legs to drive ya car.

I already knew how these crackers give it up so fuck it, it is what it is.

We stopped in an alley not too far from where I parked. That was good, but what wasn’t good is that we were in an alley I’ve never seen before.

Listen, Zero, and listen carefully, we don’t give a fuck about what you doing, but everything has a price.

Fuck is you talkin’ ’bout

We know you just came home and need some money, I also know what you’re good at in these streets, so you pay us and we’ll let you know what’s happening in the streets.

I don’t even like police, so what makes you think I’ll pay y’all for your service

I don’t think that’s a smart thing to say while Rambo’s here. I’ll give you fourteen days.

Fourteen days for what?

Ten grands a week.

But. . .

Rambo pulled his .357 and jammed it in zero’s face.

Please don’t cut me off plus we have nothing to negotiate, this is what it is. Now you could dismiss yourself.

Rambo pointed his gun to the door and back to his face. Before Zero got out of the car, Cricket stopped him.

Oh. Mr. Carter.

Zero looked at Cricket with blood in his eyes.

Please, me and my partner don’t have time to play games.

Zero jumped out the Audi, slammed the door, and headed for his V.

Now I’m a bring you back to why I caught my bid. Zero hit his man he went to school with OD was a li’l bugged out but he was smart, anyway, he invested his time into selling hammers.

A, two, what’s good, G2.

Ain’t shit, kid. Everything ready.

Yea. I’m around get with me.

OD hung up and zero headed to his crib. OD was outside waiting. He always knew zero was about actions. When the LHD lights turned the corner, OD plucked his cigarette and went to open his gate. Zero parked and exited outta his car.

Gz, what’s good, boy.

You know, I’m dealing this heat to niggas.

Yea.

Ays, not to get into ya BL, but who you getting with?

The Smoke, nigga.

What. You bugging, bro.

Listen my nigga, he violated, so; it is what it is. Listen, my nigga, you ain’t gotta fuck with it but I gotta do this tonight.

Listen, my nigga. I’ll supply you with what you need, but I’m not gonna commit suicide.

Ight cool, let me get the AR with an extra clip and I’m good.

Coming right up.

OD was the gun man, anything you needed he had access to. After his state bid for drugs, he thought it be best getting money for something worth the trouble, so he step his game up.

On the other hand, Zero was in deep thought planning a quick in-and-out murder spree. Shit for him to pull this off, God a have to be right next to him.

Smoke was a known getting money nigga from south side, nothing crazy but he had it where he was comfortable. This nigga had a team, cold-hearted muthafuckers that was with him more than a newborn with his mother. Nothing was moving unless he had his hands in it. Zero, being a young up and coming nigga, he wasn’t respecting nothing. One day, Smoke got Zero snatched up and brought back to him.

What’s up, li’l nigga?

My name is Zero

Ha ha, I like shorty. How old are you Zero?

Eighteen, why?

Chill killa. Listen, my name Smoke and I run things on this part of queens, and I done had li’l muthafuckas like you disappear for the low so you betta act right.

Oh word. Smoke right? Listen my man suck my dick.

Those were the last words Zero said tell he woke up in a hospital with his face wrapped in wires.

As the nurse walked in, he tried to speak but nothing came out, so he tried to lift his arm but it was in a cast.

Oh honey, don’t move, you’re in too much pain, sweety. I know you wanna know what happened, but all I could tell you is that this young lady called the ambulance when she saw you on the side of the road.

Zero closed his eyes for a second, and at that very moment, everything played back in his mind.

The doctor a be right with you, sweety. You’re one lucky person, God must love you cuz we almost lost you.

From the sounds of that, Zero’s blood started boiling. He knew that as soon as he gets better, it was war.

Hi Mr. Carter, my name is Dr. Guozman. I’m your doctor for the day. Let me take a look at your chart then I will check your vital signs. Okay.

Zero hurt when he moved so he just sat there.

Well Mr. Carter, everything looks good, you just need to rest for three to six months and I’ll see you back soon to do more checkups on you.

Ms. Carter was waiting in the lobby until Dr. Guozman signaled for her to come over.

Hello, Ms. Carter, I’m Dr. Guozman and your son is a very strong young man. He’ll be fine, but he needs to rest. His right arm was broken as well as his jaw. He lost a lot of blood, but he bounced back very quick. I’m a give you a prescription for ensures and Tyanail 3 for the pain. In ninety days, bring him back to see me and we’ll go from there.

Thank you, Dr. Guozman, I appreciate everything.

You’re welcome, Ms. Carter, take care.

Hey, baby, how you feel?

Zero raised his left hand as to say I’m good. Ms. Carter seen it in his eyes he was ready to go.

Excuse me nurse, is he ready to go?

Yes, ma’am, let me get you his release papers and you’ll be set.

Thank you.

Exactly six months later, Zero was back in action. Not playin’ the streets, but heavy on working out and reading. Them ensures got his weight all the way up: 5’ 9 ½ 210 lb. all muscle. Once he played a game of basketball, he knew he was ready.

Chillin’ in O.D. room leadin’ up the AR, he was ready to go. Within the next half hour, Zero was parked in the dark night. Smoke and his team wasn’t even payin’ attention to the block cuz if they were they would have noticed the whip park up looking all out of place.

Fellas, when you do dirt in ya hood don’t think shit sweet cuz a nigga gonna come back to get his.

Enough was enough, Zero did one last check and it was off to the races.

Duckin’ behind cars, Zero got so close it was too late. Without any hesitation, Zero left the AR and let every round fly. Before anyone could do anything, everybody was dead except for Smoke. Tryin’ to run for cover, Zero hit ’em once in the leg then ran down before he could even scream for help. No words were said. Zero just wanted Smoke to see his face before he sent ’em to his maker. Zero let the AR roar. He had to jump back cuz human meat was flyin’ everywhere. Zero gave Smoke’s lifeless body one last look and took off to his stash spot. When he ain’t see shit outside he parked the V and headed to his crib. All night, Zero was tossing and turning.

Waking up in cold sweat, the first thing he went for was his 40 cal. Noticing he was home alone, he relaxed. Checking the time, he jumped up to shower so he could bounce. It was damn near one in the afternoon. Before he left the crib, he hit Double R to make sure everything was everything.

Yo.

Solid, bro, what it do.

More pressure, shit snail like.

Ight. I’m a be at the tunnel in fifteen.

Once the phone clicked, I know he got the message. Before he got there, he stopped at the store for a hero.

Yo, Papi, let me get a honey-glazed turkey with everything on it. Matter fact make that two.

Picking up two snapple apples, honey BBQ chips a pack a newports and a few dutches and was out the store just as fast as he came in.

Checkin’ the block before he parked like he always did, he seen that everything was good.

Easy, Danger. Go sit the fuck down.

Yo Double R.

Yo.

I got this hero for you, bro.

Ight I’ll be out in a minute.

After about fifteen minutes, this nigga decides to come out the back room smiling and shit.

Who back there?

This li’l joint I picked up last night.

Word.

Word, and she ight to.

Tell her come out here

Yo, Sandy, come out here I want you to meet my li’l bro.

Shorty came in the living room with nothing on.

Damn it’s like that, Ma.

No answer just all smiles.

Sandy, this is Zero; Zero, this is Sandy.

Hi.

What’s good shorty.

Nothing much.

I could see that, but I wanna know more about you.

Zero looked at Double R and just shrugged his shoulders.

Do you.

Zero ain’t say another word. He grabbed Sandy’s hand and went into the room he uses.

Damn, Ma, I know you got some type a talent with a body like that.

Sit back, daddy, let me show you.

As she undid the buckle to my pants, my dick became hard by the sight of her heart-shaped ass. Before my jeans reached my ankles, I was balls deep in her mouth.

Yea shorty.

Damn this bitch had talent. She ain’t come up for no air and wasn’t using no hands. As soon as I was ready to rut, she took her hands and massaged my balls like them mediation joints. Once she did that I let everything I had shoot in her mouth.

Not another word said, she threw the dizly back in her mouth.

Once my shit was back to life, this bitch just got up turned around and bent over. Pussy fat, shaved, and soaked, I was on her and in her faster than you could throw a shot a yak back.

Oh, daddy, yea right there. Faster, daddy, yea, yea, oh shit, daddy, yes, yes, yes don’t stop. Oh my God, I’m ’bout to nut.

Next thing that happened was a first for me. She put her head in the pillow and screamed. You would have thought a nigga was beating her.

Yea I was