RARRI — Chapter 1 Excerpt

“You drivin’,” Trigg told Spank.

“I ain’t drivin’… I drove last time. Today, I’m bout to do my thang,” Spank said aiming the gun, pretending to shoot imaginary targets in the house.

“You drove last time cause the time before that, you ran up on a nigga and ain’t hit shit,” Trigg said, taking the gun from Spank.

“See, that’s why I need to get craccin’ right now, cause you ain’t gon never let me hear the end of that shit. Let me just—”

“You drivin’ cuz,” Rarri cut Spank off as he walked back into the room. He was holding an AK-47 with a hundred round drum.

“Here, Trigg,” Rarri said, handing him the choppa.

“Hop through the window and put the burners in the car… g-mom’s in the livin’ room. Me and Spank gon go through the front.”

“Fa’sho,” Trigg said and went out the window.

Rarri and Spank walked to the kitchen, got three sodas, and headed through the living room towards the front door. Rarri’s grandmother was sitting on the couch laughing at the T.V.

“I’ll be back granny,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Where you goin’ boy?” she asked.

“To Spank house for a lil bit,” he lied.

“Good,” she said digging in her purse, pulling out a twenty-dollar bill. “Stop and get me a pack of Kool mild 100’s, some B.C. powder, and a 7Up on yo way back.”

“Ok,” he said, and hurried out the door before she could think of somewhere else to send him.

“Damn, them niggas deep as fuck,” Trigg said, almost drooling on himself.

“We done lucked up and hit the lotto cuz,” Rarri said with a big ass smile on his face. You would have thought that nigga hit the Powerball how happy he was. He loved catching niggas slipping on their Hood Day, cause they were in big groups and crowds, making them easy targets. “The more, the better,” he would say.

“Let’s just hurry up and do this shit so we can get on,” Spank said with an attitude. He might not have had aim, but one thing Spank hated most was sitting in a car. His luck was even worse than his aim. For some reason, every person Spank shot always lived. He shot a dude in the face at point-blank range, and he still lived. He put holes in a lot of muthafuckas, but ain’t killed shit.

“Aye cuz, you mad or nah?” Trigg teased.

“On Compton, I ain’t trippin’, but on my momma, I won’t drive no more,” Spank said, not knowing how true his words were.

“Don’t even trip cuz. Ima drive next time and let you shine, on Compton,” Rarri said, putting his hand on Spank’s shoulder.

Spank was smiling now and nodding his head then said, “fa’sho.”

“Ight, but look; drive around the corner so we could park in the apartments behind them. We gon hop the wall and get craccin’….. just post up til we get back,” Rarri instructed.

“Yeah, just post up cuz,” Trigg joked, taking the smile off of Spank's face. Trigg always could get under Spank's skin, sometimes without even trying. Spank was older than Trigg, so he hated when he tried to school him, especially in front of Rarri.

When they pulled into the apartments, Spank backed into a parking spot, cut the headlights off, but kept the engine running. Rarri looked around the parking lot of the apartments to make sure nobody was watching them.

“Ight foo, we’ll be right back,” he said as him and Trigg got out of the car.

As soon as the doors closed, Spank lit a Newport. “Sit in the car… next time I’m craccin’ and y’all niggas sittin’ in the car,” Spank said, sounding like he was running shit and pointing in the rearview mirror.

When they jumped over the wall, all the attention was on them. It was red everywhere. Red hats, red shirts, red shoes… muthafuckas even had on red pants. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as they made eye contact, then Rarri broke the ice.

“What’s craccin’!”

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM”… Trigg followed right behind him with his 30 round 9mm.

“PAT, PAT, PAT, PAT, PAT, PAT, PAT”…

All they could do was run and try to get out of the way as bullets ripped through the faces and body parts of their friends and loved ones. Muthafuckas was running over each other, hiding behind people, falling on the floor when they wasn’t hit, all type of shit. One nigga even tried to use his aunty as a human shield. When bullets get to flying, all that homie shit is out the window, and it’s everybody for themselves.

‘CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!’ “I’m out,” Trigg yelled at Rarri.

“I’m still craccin’,” Rarri yelled back, shouting at his moving targets. He ran up on one dude who was trying to crawl away from the scene and shot him in the face, then turned around to leave.

“Fuck that,” he said and went back to put four more in what was left of the dude’s head.

“Come on,” he yelled at Trigg, and they started running back toward the wall. Once they jumped over the wall, they got back in the back seat and ducked down like they always did.

“Ight, go! Go! Go!” Trigg yelled to Spank, but the car didn’t move.

“What the fuck you waitin’ on, nigga, go!” Rarri yelled, but the car still ain’t move.

Rarri got up to see what was going on and jumped back when he saw it. “What the fuck,” Rarri said.

“Why the fuck we ain’t movin’, and why the fuck Spank ain’t talkin’?” Trigg said as tears fell down his face. Fearing the worse, he still couldn’t look up.

“He can’t talk Trigg… he dead cuz,” Rarri said, feeling defeated.

“How is he dead?” Trigg cried.

“Somebody shot him,” Rarri said.

“Who shot ‘em?” Trigg asked.

“I don’t know,” Rarri said.

“How you don’t know?” Trigg screamed at Rarri.

“Nigga, I was with you!” Rarri screamed back.

“Fuck! We gotta get out of here. We goin’ to find out what happened. Let’s just get to the hood, first.”

“How we gon find out what happened and we don’t even know who did it?” Trigg asked with his head still down.

By this time, Rarri had to block Trigg’s crying out. It was bad enough that he had to push Spank’s body over to the passenger seat and drive all the way back. On top of that, every time Rarri looked over at Spank, Spank’s dead eyes was already looking at Rarri.

His father was a legend in the game. His aunt runs the plug. Now he has to earn the crown.

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