Stick Up

By Kendall Eatmon

Jed is known throughout of the streets of Oakland to be one of the biggest drug suppliers in the city. While riding in his city, he and his connect, Rueben, is caught slipping. Meeka and Mickey are known in the city for hooking up with drug dealers and having them set up. Bo Bo and Nick are up-and-coming stick-up kids. They get their jobs from Meeka and Mickey, who are known for their good looks and street smarts.
Throughout of the book Stick Up, it will take you through the streets of Oakland where anything goes, from robbery to murder and shootouts. This book will take you on a ride through the streets of Oakland that you haven’t been on before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781669803546

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Copyright © 2022 by Kendall Eatmon.

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Rev. date: 12/09/2021

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Trappin’

Chapter 2: Waiting Game

Chapter 3: This Hit

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Birds For Sale

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

CHAPTER 1

Trappin’

I need a vacation, Jed thought after coming from serving one of his boys two bricks of some of the purest cocaine money can buy. Jed was driving down Foothill Boulevard in one of his many whips with the air conditioner on full blast due to it being 98 degrees in the streets of Oak land.

It’s gonna be a hot summer, he said, thinking out loud as J-Stalin’s I’m Selling Dope CD was playing through the fifteen-inch subwoofers he had installed into the old-school Chevy he was driving. There were a lot of females walking down the boulevard, and he checked them all out.

When he pulled to the light on Thirty-Eighth in Foothill, he looked to his left at the Hot Boys Car Wash and spotted a female that he couldn’t resist. As he pulled up to the car wash, one of the attendants that was working instantly ran up to the car and asked him what was he getting done.

Inside and out, Jed said to the dude, whose name tag read Paul. Leave the ashtray alone, he told Paul as he walked a little closer to the female he spotted and made him pull into the car wash.

He looked around to make sure that the pretty lady was by herself before he tried to spit his game at her. He saw her look his way and thought her eyes got big when she looked at him. But he wasn’t sure so he said, I see you peeking but not speaking.

The pretty lady looked around to make sure he was talking to her and said to him with a puzzled look on her face, Are you talking to me? Once she spoke to him, he knew that was his invitation to go get at her. As they exchanged names and numbers, he told her he would call her later that night, and the guy washing her car signaled that he was done.

Renee had on a pair of baby phat short shorts with a halter top to match her saltwater sandals. She is curved in all the right places, Jed thought as she tried to pass the guy who washed her car a twenty dollar bill. The guy told her she had to pay inside. As Jed was walking back outside, he saw Renee was coming in to where he had just paid for the washes and said to her that he took care of it for her. She looked at him and said, That is so nice of you, and told him to make sure that he called her.

Jed saw that when she spoke to him, she was looking at his chest. He looked down at the wife beater he had on due to the hot weather to make sure he didn’t have nothing on it and came to the conclusion that she was looking at his medallion. He told himself that he would call her later.

Jed walked to his car, grabbed one of the many blunts he had rolled out in the ash tray, and took his lighter out of his pocket to spark the blunt up. While he was smoking the blunt, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He knew it was a text, so when he saw what it read, he was surprised to see that it was one of his workers telling him that he was gonna need more work. Jed texted him back, telling him he was at the car wash and would swing by the trap house when he was done.

Jed continued to smoke his blunt as some females pulled in to the car wash in an Infiniti truck. When the driver stepped out the truck, he looked her up and down and could tell she was a gold digger, but he spoke to her anyway.

What’s up sweetness, you looking nice today.

She looked at the chain on his chest and could tell that he was getting money, so she said, You looking good yourself.

They conversed a little longer. As Jed was getting her number, Paul walked up, passed him the keys to his car, and told him to pay inside. He gave Paul the ticket, letting him know that he paid already, and continued to talk to the female.

I didn’t get your name, Jed said to her as she looked at him. She told him her name was Meeka. As he locked her name and number in his phone, he looked at her and told her to have a nice day. Jed jumped into his old-school Chevy, changed the CD to Jay-Z, and pulled out of the car wash.

Jed was a big-time drug dealer in the streets of Oakland, but he tried to keep it on the low. He was supplying most of the dope boys in Oakland and a few people in San Leandro and was trying to expand his drugs into Hayward, but these boys weren’t ready to deal with him.

Jed had trap houses all throughout Oakland and a couple in San Leandro, but he wasn’t content with the money he was making. That’s why he wanted to get his dope into Hayward. Jed was buying twenty bricks at a time, and his connect, Rueben, would always try to front him what he was buying, but he wasn’t ready to take him up on his offer until he could start pushing weight in Hayward.

As he was pulling up to one of his stash houses on Golf Links Road, it was just getting dark. Jed looked around and made sure he checked the area to see if he spotted any out-of-place cars or people sitting in cars before he went in the house. When he was sure that he hadn’t spotted nothing out the ordinary or nobody looking to rob him, he got out of the car and walked in the house to grab two bricks of pure coke. Once he got into the house, he tucked the money from the two bricks he sold already and pulled out two more. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, called his boy at the trap on Seventy-Sixth, and told him to give him twenty minutes and he would be there.

Jed pulled out his money counter and pulled out two suitcases full of cash to count up the money. This became a habit to him once he made a sale. As he read the digital device, it said two hundred and seventy thousand, and that was the money he had at one of the stash houses. Jed walked to the balcony to see if he could spot anything fishy before he walked out of the house with the two bricks. Once he was satisfied, he walked back into the house, put the coke in a Foot Locker bag, and walked out the door. Jed left the Chevy parked and jumped in his black-on-black S550 Mercedes Benz to take his boy the coke. When he pulled up in front of the house, he saw there was a line of people trying to get into the house so they could purchase drugs. Jed sat in the car, waiting for all the traffic to die down before he walked to the door.

When he finally got out of the car, he saw one of the workers look out the window. The door was opened before he could ring the buzzer as he stepped into the house.

What’s good, Lil Tonio? Jed said.

Lil Tonio looked at Jed, who passed him a bag identical to the one he had for him, and said, Gettin’ this money.

That’s right, Jed told him and walked back into the living room.

Lil Tonio looked into the bag to make sure there were two bricks, put the lid back on the shoebox, then put the coke on the table. Jed was looking at two of the workers play a game of Madden ZK13 on the sixty-inch plasma they had mounted to the wall.

Who’s winning? asked Jed.

You know he can’t fuck with me at this shit, Jed baby, Black said as he jumped up and called a touchdown.

He just lost the last one while he bumping his gums, the other worker said.

Lil Tonio walked out the back room and told his boys they would have to put the game on pause so they could help cook up the powder coke and turn it into crack. Black looked at Tonio and said, This is the last quarter, it’s only two minutes left, let us finish this one out.

Tonio looked at Black and said it was good. Tonio ran the trap house on Seventy-Sixth. He had been working for Jed for two years now. He had the trap popping with whatever you wanted.

Jed walked back in to the back room and told Tonio to check it out. As Tonio walked back into the back room, Jed looked at him and said, It’s about time that this trap start moving a little more than two bricks, don’t you think?

Tonio was moving two bricks in two weeks, selling rocks to ounces, and he had enough clientele to bump up another half bird, but he wasn’t ready to take Jed up on his offer.

Just let me move the two in two weeks, then I might be ready for another half bird by next month, Tonio told Jed.

Look, that sounds good. Just let me know when you’re ready to step yo’ game up, Jed told him as he walked back into the front of the house to leave.

Jed never went to the same stash house in one day. Before he walked out the house, he looked in the bag and tried to eye the money, thinking he could count it by looking at it. He knew he was at least forty thousand richer than he was before and couldn’t wait to go put the money up.

Once he jumped back into the Benz, he thought about calling Renee, the thick honey he met at the car wash but told himself that he would wait until he got to the stash house to put his money up. He also thought that he was gonna have to meet with Rueben, his connect, because at the rate the traps was moving, he was going to need more coke.

As Jed jumped on the freeway on his way to Nevada Street, he cussed himself for not getting his pistol. When he pulled up, he checked to make sure nobody was waiting on him, got out of the car, then walked to the house. One of his neighbors was outside watering her grass, and when she saw him, she spoke, Hey, how you doing, Jed?

Jed looked at the lady, who had to be in her early forties, and said, I’m fine, how about yourself? She told him that she was doing okay. As Jed walked in the house, he made a mental note to bring somebody by to cut the grass in a day or two.

Jed walked in the back room, took out the money he had at this particular stash house, got his money counter, and sat it on the dining room table. His phone rang, and it was one of his workers at the trap house on Twenty-Third Avenue.

What it do, my nigga? Jed said into his phone.

Same ole, same ole, ready when you ready, Eazy said, not getting into too many details over the phone.

Jed never kept all his drugs at the same trap house. He split his work around in different houses, just in case some jack boys tried to stick him up. They wouldn’t get everything he had.

It’s all good, my nigga, give me about thirty minutes. Jed put a stack of money in the counter, pressed the button, and the total popped up on the device. Forty-two thousand was what he had just collected from the workout at the house on Seventy-Sixth. He pulled out a suitcase, tucked the money, grabbed the three bricks he had there, and sat them on the table. Jed knew it wouldn’t take thirty minutes to get from Nevada Street to Twenty-Third Avenue. He wanted to make sure he had enough time to talk to Renee, the honey he met at the car wash.

As Jed grabbed his phone off the table, he started to look through his call log to find her number when his phone rang. It was Eazy at the trap.

Aye, my nigga, I’m ’bout ready to take it up a notch, Eazy said.

Jed knew what Eazy was talking about, so he told him he would holler at him when he got the one Eazy said into the phone. Jed was looking at his phone, thinking about who he was about to call before his phone rang, and it hit him. As he looked through his call log for her number, he was walking to where he kept the coke at so that he could have it ready, so when he was ready to cut, he could grab it and be out. He only had three bricks at this house, so if he was thinking about upping it up a notch for Eazy, he would have to go to the main spot, and he told himself he wasn’t about to do that tonight.

Jed sat the coke on the table and called Renee. When Renee answered the phone, he was on her like a cheap suit.

Hey there, beautiful, how is your night! I bet you thought I wasn’t gone call you. Renee knew who it was when he said I bet you thought I wasn’t gone call, but she wanted to make sure who she was talking to, so she asked, And who may this be?

This is the guy you met at the car wash earlier today. Are you busy, do you want me to call you back? Jed said into the phone.

Hold up, swell up, you talking too fast for me, and no, I’m not busy, Renee said to him.

A thought of you popped into my head, so I decided to hit you up.

That is so nice of you. I wasn’t doing nothing, ’bout to take a bath.

Jed thought that he wished he could see her naked.

Hello, Renee said, are you still there?

Oh yeah, I’m here, I was just thinkin’ about something, Jed said. They talked a few more minutes, and she told him that she was gonna have a long day at work the next day.

Well, now that you have my number, don’t be scared to use it, Jed told her as they hung up.

Jed grabbed his Glock 357 out of the closet, looked out of the window to make sure nobody was looking to rob him, walked out of the house, jumped in his car, and drove off.

On his way to the trap on Twenty-Third, he looked in his rearview mirror and saw that the police was behind him and thought they were about to pull him over. As they were following him, they turned on the sirens and sped around.

Close call, he thought as he turned down Twenty-Third. He called Eazy and told him he would be outside in five minutes and to be watching out of the window for when he pulled up. Jed didn’t like to get out at night even though he had his Glock and was ready to bust if he had to. Eazy saw Jed pull up and