Come Right or Get Left

By Skilz

Tony Ward, aka Tone, and lifetime friend, Ronny Washington, aka Roblow, experienced their trials and tribulations with the system. They were split up but promised the streets would be theirs when they reconnect. Now the time had presented itself once again. They started ABM (All ’Bout Money).

Tone and Roblow had their secret weapon that no one knew about until the rules of the game have changed.

Big Mike and Champ fucked up and grabbed the wrong person. Now it was all or nothing.

Big Mike and Champ also got beef with Fresh and Oboy, whose underbosses are born killers.

Tone and Roblow’s number 1 rule was if you don’t come right, you will definitely get left.

Uniqua and Tee-Tee were put to the test, but which one will rise, and which one will fall?

Remember, in the life of crime comes extortion, ransom, death, and kidnapping.

They’re all faced with two questions—who will live and who’s going to die?

Eye-catching, mouth-dropping, eye-watering, and straight to the point.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662447785

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Come Right or Get Left

Skilz

Copyright © 2022 Skilz

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-4777-8 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-4778-5 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1

It was a cold November night. The weatherman announced that a blizzard watch was in effect, but I had other things in mind.

Damn! This snow shit is fucking up my movement, said Tone. Let me try to call this jump-off that I met at Pop’s bar.

As the phone rang, there was a knock at the door. Who the fuck is banging at my motherfucking door this time of night?

Yo, Tone, answer the motherfucking door. It’s me Roblow. Roblow was Tone’s right-hand man.

Damn! What the fuck this nigga want? Yo, come back. A nigga is about to get some pussy, Tone said, knowing he was lying his ass off.

Yo, kid, I’m with Uniqua.

What the fuck this nigga doing with this bitch? I knew that bitch was a jump-off, but damn! I didn’t get a chance to hit that pussy yet. Hold up, homie.

The only reason why Tone opened the door was that they were known for running trains on bitches, and the crazy shit about it were games for the movement.

Damn, son! I see you making moves without a nigga for real.

Yo, you got that piff. He looked at Uniqua, who had a body that will break a nigga’s pocket for real, and the head game was the truth.

Yo, Tone, come in ’cause you letting out the free heat see.

Free heat was another code word for letting each other know they were about to turn this bitch out, but they didn’t know that Uniqua was a vet when it comes to these types of events. Just two hours before she ran into Roblow, she was sucking the skin off a nigga’s dick while another nigga was hitting it from the back.

Roblow, this nigga you were talking about acting like she didn’t know who the fuck I was.

Yo, this shit is about to be off the hook.

This bitch wants to play that amnesia shit, so let the fucking game begin, I said to myself. Roblow, let’s see what this bitch is working with.

Uniqua looked at Tone like, Damn! You made my pussy extra wet.

As she started to undress, Tone’s phone started to ring. Yo, Low, grab my phone. Damn! She was fingering the hell out of her pussy while she was looking at Low.

Yo, what’s popping? Yeah, I got that. Give me five minutes, Tone said, and Low hung up the phone and turned around, and before he could say a word, she had his dick deep all in her throat. Yo, Low, time check, Tone said. It was another code, meaning it was time to make that money. Yo, tell Uniqua we’ll holler at her later and give her a stack for her time. Uniqua left. Tone got dressed and came back into the living room. Yo, Low, you know we been putting in this work for a long time, and I thank you for being loyal, bro.

Yo, I feel the same way, and you don’t have to thank me because real niggas do real things.

Yo, what’s good with that spot in the heights? I heard it’s slow, said Tone.

Nah, it’s still moving, but the one in Hudson is slow.

So you know what that means.

Yeah, time to shut it down. Oh yeah, I knew there was something I meant to tell you, Tone?

What’s good?

Yo, you know that nigga Rem?

Yeah, why?

You know that nigga hit the spot in Spring Valley for $10,000.

Where that nigga at now?

Mark got that nigga in the basement.

Do he still got my money? said Tone.

I don’t think so.

Well, what are we waiting for? Yo, it’s colder than a bitch out here. Lucky we stay with them whips, said Tone. They made it to the spot and went to the basement.

Damn! How is this going to talk looking like that? His teeth were knocked out. His right eye was shut, and the fingers on his right hand were cut off. How long this lame been here? said Tone.

For two days, said Mark.

And y’all just now telling me. Yo, Rem, you know me, but you robbed me as if you didn’t know me, and you know when you cross ABM, there is always a price to pay.

Rem tried to say something, but Tone wasn’t trying to hear it and shot him in his left hand and twice in his head.

Yo, get rid of this nigga and clean this shit up and bounce back to the crib. Oh yeah, yo, next time something like this happens, inform me quicker, he said as he was leaving out the spot.

Chapter 2

Yo, what’s taking these nigga so long? said Fresh. Fresh was from the valley.

I don’t know, but you know we are missing mad money, said Oboy. Oboy was from the Burgh, and their weight was up.

Yo, what’s popping with Big Mike and them niggas on the west? said Fresh.

Yo, them niggas still riding through like our gunz don’t bust, said Oboy. "Yo, them niggas sent