Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest by Corie Allen Read Free Book Online Page B

to test him. He wanted to meet my connect and
see where my house was so bad. Seemed like Shakita
wasn’t involved. She didn’t ask me where I was. As a
matter of fact she went so far as to tell me not to come
back around the way. I didn’t stay on the phone long.
I had a sick feeling in my stomach as if it was the end.
I realized that this shit was deep as the abyss. The only thing that could hold me was the gun... and they
definitely wasn’t going to find it. I’m glad I was smart
enough to move it. Zeke probably told them I had
drugs too, but they wouldn’t have found any. I didn’t
think about the Central Ave niggas we hit up. If he
told about that, it was a rap.
Now with homicide looking for me I was scared to go
outside. Why take the chance. I had almost two hundred thousand in cash and 285 bricks of pure cocaine
in my basement. I decided that the best thing to do
was to hibernate. I stayed in the house and I planned
to do so until this shit blew over, if it ever would. I
called Shakita from time to time to check on Manny. I
sent him money orders to the jail and I had Akira take
money down to his lawyers office. When I called Mr.
Silva, one of the top criminal lawyers in Brooklyn, he
advised me to save as much as possible. He asked me
if I thought I could disappear for the rest of the year.
That was in September.
For the next 3 months I stayed in the house. My picture was on the channel 2, 4, 5, and 7 news when
Manny's preliminary hearing finally came. They
needed that gun, and boy did they need it. Their
whole case against Manny depended on it. I was upgraded from someone that was wanted for questioning to a possible accomplice. I felt the walls closing in.
From September to December, Akira grew on me. We
did everything together. Eat, sleep, fuck, shower, and
even playing video games. I explained the situation to
Akira, however I never told her about the drugs or
money in the safe or about where I hid the guns. We
talked about everything else. She even had Mr Silva's
information just in case. I trusted Akira.
On December 19th I woke up with the same feeling I
had when I left Halsey Street. I woke Akira up and
told her to pack a bag. In our few months together I
stressed the importance of her not questioning me
when I ask her to do something on the spur of the
moment.
She packed and we left without even showering or
brushing our teeth. We walked down to Nostrand
Ave and got a gypsy cab to Newark, New Jersey.
Once in Newark we found a travel agency downtown
that booked us on a red eye to Orlando, Florida. Akira
had no clue what I was doing. She couldn’t believe it
until the plane actually landed in Orlando. It was 78
degrees and beautiful. We arrived on the cusp of the
morning.
The travel agent in Newark couldn’t book us in the
Disney World hotel on such short notice during the
holiday season. We ended up staying at the Westgate, which was ten minutes from both Disney World
and Universal theme parks. I booked us for four
weeks at twenty eight hundred per week. We had a
jacuzzi, kitchen, balcony, and a nice living room with
a huge flat screen. Once we dropped our bags down
in the suite, Akira jumped on me and whispered in
my ear.
“Baby, you just made my dreams come true, I feel
loved. I don't care if we live in a cardboard box when
we go home, as long as I’m with you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had bullshit relationships
in the past, however I had never loved any of those
girls, and I never thought any of them loved me. The
only other females I had even had sex with was Shakita and Iyani.
Shakita warned me about bitches that would complicate my life. Did I want to take the risk? This was the
first chick I trusted. I had to. When I had to get low,
she was the one riding. She went food shopping, ran
money to the lawyer, and kept me from going insane.
She also kept me from going back up the way to holler at Zeke for snitching on me. All my life I had been
blocking out everybody.