C-note
C-Note called up Smoke and told him that they needed to meet up and Smoke told him they should meet at the office. Thirty minutes later C-Note, Smoke, Terrance, and Kain were all in a conference room together.
“Wassup mane, what happened to yo’ face. Ya’ll making me kinda nervous with this rush meeting shit,” Smoke said.
“You gon’ be a little past that in just a minute,” C-Note responded. “Triggamane, tell him everthang, from the beginning.”
Terrance did as asked and told the story about what happned with Quack, from that day he went out to Yella’s house, all the way up to the events that had taken place over the last few hours.
“So all this time the shit was true,” Smoke said referring to the rumors. “Damn boy you could’ve gave a nigga the heads or or somethin’.”
“That’s what I said,” C-Note chimed in. “He say the nigga ain’t budging off what he want, so we gotta figure out some kinda way to make this work.”
Smoke let out deep brerath. “Well it’s Sunday, and we still got a few days to figure somethin’ out, but I guess we can’t really afford to put this off at all.”
“The nigga really just after some money, but all he wanted to start was a million dollars,” Terrance mentioned. “He could’ve got me for way more than that, and I ain’t really in a position to say no.”
“Well if all the nigga want is some money maybe we can work on ‘em,” Smoke said.
“The biggest thing is getting the gun from the nigga, cause that’s the real issue like you said, at least for now. The best thing I can think of is we try to buy it off him,” C-Note added. “He’ll probably still want the contract, but without the gun at least this nigga here ass out the fire a lil bit.”
There were times lately when Triggamane had thought the the cousins were only interested in their own benefit from him, but he now regretted ever doubting their loyalty. He wished he could get all of them out of this predicament now more that ever.
“Do you really think he’ll give up the gun?” Kain asked. “That’s really his only leverage right now, and without that you can just slip out of the contract.
“We won’t know until we talk to him,” Smoke said. “If we throw a big enough number out there, the nigga will at least have somethin’ to think about.”
“That sound good, but what about the contract part?”
“I think I can get over on him on that,” Triggamane said. “I can put a backdoor loop in the fine print that’ll let me get right out of it. This nigga talking ‘bout a five album contract and shit. That’s like a life sentence.”
“Especially with a nigga who don’t know shit,” C-Note said.
“Ai’ight, it sound like we got a plan together, so let’s put this shit in action. You got a number on this nigga right?”
“Yeah, you want me to call ‘em now?”
“Yeah I don’t see no reason why not. He say he don’t want to talk, but I bet when we get to talkin’ money I bet that nigga listen.”
Triggamane pulled the number up from his phone and put the call on speaker so everyone could hear how it played out. Since Smoke was usually the one doing all the negotiating in the office, it was decided that he would do most of the talking. Much to everyones surprise, Quack had been willing to part with the gun, but only if Triggamane signed the contract. He added that he wanted five million dollars for it in addition to the million he had already demanded. The group had at first balked at such a high figure, but they eventually agreed seeing that once Triggamane had back doored his way out of the contract they could recover the lost money. There was also the fact that they had made so much money already that the ransom wasn’t something they couldn’t handle. They had all agreed that Triggamane would show up with the money and the contract in two days, and that Smoke could come along, but no on else.
“You know ya’ll gotta take some burnas with ya’ll just in case this nigga try some dumb shit,” C-Note warned.
There was a unanimous decision that they would and that there would also be plenty of back up nearby just to be on the safe side.
After talking for a while longer, C-Note wanted to get back home and finish shaking off his hangover and he left though Triggamane, Kain, and Smoke stayed behind to discuss a few more things. C-Note had made it one block away from the building when the passenger side window of his truck exploded into pieces as a hail of bullets smashed through it. C-Note ducked down and punched the gas bringing on the full brunt of the powerful motor in the SUV. The shots continued to tear through the truck, and after risking being shot to look around, C-Note located the place where the shots were coming from. The black SUV was catching up and nearly beside him and he saw a man hanging out of the rear passenger side window. He instantly recognized K’s face in the late day sunlight and quickly became more infuriated than fearful. He was finally able to get his own gun from his stash spot and returned the fire of K and the men with him. C-Note’s returning shots discouraged the attackers and they turned off on the next street, but he was so enraged that instead of letting them go he turned his truck around and began to chase them.
Even though he was furious beyond all reasoning, he still had the prescence of mind to call up Smoke through the system of the SUV.
“Wassup,” Smoke said.
“This nigga K just shot at me! I’m ‘bout to kill this bitch!” C-Note yelled unable to control his anger and adrenaline.
“Where the hell you at, you just left?” Smoke asked and C-Note could tell that he was moving quickly.
“I’m following these niggas. This nigga gotta die right now!”
“Nigga wait and let me catch up with you!” Smoke said now yelling himself. “Where the hell you at?”
C-Note never answered because he had gotten close enough to the fleeing SUV that he thought he could hit someone, anyone with a bullet, and he let off a barrage of them from the extended clip of his nine millimeter. The shots smashed through the rear window of the escaping SUV, which swerved in the street and sideswiped another car. C-Note then got even closer and shot three more times and this time when the driver of the truck tried to swerve out of the way of another car he ran up against the curb and then lost control of the vehicle. The SUV swerved into the street again before veering back on the sidewalk and into a pole.
C-Note stopped and got out of his truck to finish off his attackers when three men emerged from the opposing Explorer and started to shoot. He shot back and heard one of the gunmen cry out as a bullet caught him in the throat and he collapsed on the sidewalk. There was a momentary lapse in the shooting from the other attackers and C-Note used the opportunity to close in on the remaining men. As he approached, he saw the driver still in the SUV laid out dead. He eased around their truck and had his eyes on K when he was spotted himself, and then more shots rang out from both sides as C-Note tried to get himself back to safety. He took several shots to the body, but he never fell as he continued to shoot back. One shot caught K in the leg, and another hit the other remaining man. C-Note could only watch as the men took off and fled as he collapsed inside of his own truck’s driver side door. His vision started to become cloudy until it eventually faded to black.