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rope were tied to a tree. Jacque’s was whimpering, occasional cursing Cinque, offering deals and begging for mercy. Cinque looked into the tortured face filled with fear and horror of the young man, not much older than him and gave him a toothless smile filled with hate. Cinque with his palms slapped the holes where Jacques ears use to be. Cinque could see the mask of death coming over Jacques face and then there was the smell of blood and feces. The blood was coming from his eyes and dribbled down the side of his mouth and watery feces was running down is leg, he tried to speak, but there was no sound.
His glazed-over eyes started to close, but before they closed in the welcomed darkness of death but just before the dark shroud of death closed Jacque’s eyes forever, Cinque cut off Jacque’s penis and scrotum and held them to his eyes. Jacque writhed and mumbled something as his tears mingled with his blood. Cinque took out his penis and ejaculated into Jacque’s mouth.
With another quick motion, Cinque slowly dragged the sharp blade across Jacque’s windpipe, watching his victim’s lifeless eyes widen as he choked on his semen. Cinque wiped the bloody skinning knife on Jacque’s body as his thrashing slowly ceased. After the men had finished with the women, they killed them quickly with knife thrusts across their throats.
After the raid, Cinque realized that he had learned how to kill and to kill efficiently and he liked it and got a strange arousal in his loins, he closed his eyes reliving the experience of his first orgasm. There was a level of excitement in playing the game of life and death, much as if hunting alligators, one mistake and the alligator had his dinner. A week later alligator hunters found the murdered men and women of the Dupree clan. Their bodies were hard to identify because the animals and hot weather had changed their appearances. There were no clues, but all the bayou folks knew who the victims were and who the killers were.
Two years later Uncle Claude learned from other Cajuns that the state police were investigating the massacre and decided the clan had to leave Louisiana and randomly chose Chicago where they moved to the Robert Taylor Homes. Cinque joined the State Street Boys and became a member of a larger, more dangerous family.
Chapter 13
In order to fulfill his initiation into the State Street Boys, Cinque had to carry out a sanction, a beating not a killing on a rival gang member who had “dissed” the gang by throwing the gang sign. The gang member was Pee-wee with the 43rd Street Cobras that controlled the area between 43rd Street between the lake and Cottage Grove Avenue. State Street Boys informant had told Pops that the gang hung-out in a game and candy store at 43rd South Cottage Grove gave him a description of the young man and his nickname “Pitbull.”
Cinque who was not known stood in the bus stop across from the candy store and watched as gang member came and went. He recognized “Pitbull,” from the description and heard his name being called from another of his members. Later that evening he followed “Pitbull,” and three other Pee-wees as they left the store and walked west on 43rd Street. At 43rd South Evans the three other boys turned left while “Pitbull” turned right. Midway on the dark, deserted street Cinque grabbed “Pitbull” from behind and dragged him in-between two buildings and pinned him against the wall.
“What you want, man?”
Cinque looked into the face of the boy who was no older than thirteen and felt the rising in his loins.
“You dissed us, that is not permissible.”
“I was only bullshittin’ my man.”
“You have to pay for your bullshit.”
The boys eyed widened as he saw the thin knife, “Comeon man…, but Cinque cut him short as the knife sliced a crossed his throat. As the boy fell to the ground Cinque ejaculated in his pants.
Robert’s was impressed with the quiet soft-spoken Cinque and assigned him to the Simbas, his personal bodyguards. The Simbas carried out gang executions, disciplinary actions and retaliations and they acted as bodyguards for the governors. All Simbas had committed at least two gang’s sanctioned murders. A year later a rival gang member killed Robert’s and Walter Williams was now the “King” of the State Street Boys.
Chapter 14
February, 2000
Malik was shooting dice in the playground with two other gang members when Pops, Cinque and Contact walked towards them.
“This is Malik, the dude we talked about,” Contact said, Pops gave Malik the gang sign.
“What's up, my man?” Pops say to Malik.
I’m cool,” Malik said returning the gang sign.
“Contact told me what happened to your little sister and I put the word out for Paco to come in, but he hasn't yet, but I hear him and Lobo is laying low at Lobo’s cousin crib in Hyde Park. We know the address, but the problem is his cousin is a member of the Maniac Disciples. If we go on their turf to get Lobo and Paco it could start a war, which we don't need, but I’ve arranged a sit down with Bozo, the Maniac Disciple Governor, we'll talk later.”
Pops and Cinque left after giving the gang sign to Malik and Contact. Two days later Malik met again in the playground by Cinque.
“What’s up Cinque?”
“Pops told me to come get you.”
Inside the warehouse were Pops, Jimmyboy, Lobo, Paco, and the Simbas. Paco, Lobo, and Jimmyboy, surrounded by Simbas, sat on stools. Pops was standing behind them.
Pops turned to Malik and said, “I had a meeting with Bozo, and like I figured, Lobo's cousin Boyce, is a Maniac Disciple. After I told Bozo about the violation he had Boyce turn Lobo and Paco over to them and they held them for us, we owe them.”
Pops walked in front of Lobo, Paco and Jimmyboy. Pops looked at Paco and measured him with of contempt. Then, raising his glance from Paco to Lobo, he gave him a look of contempt also. All this was done in silence, solemn and slowly.
Finally, Pops said, “You violated the oath, all of Malik’s family is our family, these other two little assholes are shit, but you know the rules. You hurt your blood brother, for that you must pay.
Malik you was the injured brother, what do you want done to them,” Pops asked Malik.
“I want Paco and Lobo dead, Jimmyboy banned from ever being a State Street Boy.”
“Done,” Pops said nodding at Cinque.
Paco begin to cry and beg for his life.
“Please Malik don't, I was high, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Are these the three boys you saw raping the young girl?” Pops asked Mrs. Williams.
“Yes, these are the boys and that little black muthafucka over there, pointing to Paco, put a gun in my face and threaten to shot me when I tried to get that other little motherfucker, pointing to Lobo off the little girl. She will probably never be the same. They took her young virginity and maybe her future,” Mrs. Williams answered pointing and walking over to the crying Paco.
“He told me he was a State Street Boy and could do whatever he wanted too,” she said as she smacked Paco making his nosebleed.
“Thank you Mrs. Williams you can go now,” Pops said softly as Mrs. Williams started for the door.
“I know many of the gang members, my nephew is a State Street Boy, but he don’t go around raping young girls, these boys are wild animals and need to be treated like wild animals,” Mrs. Williams said walking out the door.
“Joyce told me you tried to stop them Jimmyboy, what happened?” Malik asked quietly.
“Me, Paco and Lobo had been smoking dope and drinking 40’s when Paco said he wanted to fuck. I told him let’s get Queenie, she would do us all for a hit on the pipe, but he said he wanted some young, hot, clean pussy not that crack head bitch Queenie. He told us he had someone in mind and for us to come here and wait for him, which we did. A little while later he came in with Joyce. Joyce was asking for you Malik cause Paco told her some story to get her up here. He started talking about some white panties and tried to kiss her, but Joyce smacked the shit out of him and he nearly fell. He hit Joyce and knocked her to the floor and then he…” Jimmyboy lowered his eyes and started to cry.
“Go head,” Malik said, feeling his blood beginning to boil.
“Paco and Lobo ran a train on Joyce, I tried to stop them but I couldn’t, Paco called me a fag and said he should pop a cap in my ass, I ran home. I’m so sorry Malik; I didn’t know it was going to be your sister.”
“He’s lyin’,” Paco said.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cinque said before punching Paco in the nose causing more blood to shoot out over his jacket.
“Go on,” Malik said.
“Well then the old lady came in and we left.”
Malik faced Paco and said disgustedly, “We were family! Family…does that mean anything to you! Joyce is your sister… how could you do this to your sister? Your sister…., the words trailed as Malik shook his head in unbelief. “Because of you and your little fuckin hanger-on, Joyce might never be able to have kids you deserve to die for that.”
Paco’s voice started quiver and he could not stop shaking as his eyes filled with tears.
In a low whispered voice and unable to make eye contact with Malik, he said, “Malik, I’m sorry man, I was high that shit had me all fucked up, I’m sorry man, I’m sorry”.
“Fuck you, Paco,” Malik said.
“What’s the verdict? Pops asked the Simbas.
“Guilty, they said in unison.
“Sentence,” Cinque asked.
“Death,” again the Simbas replied in unison.
“Strip, muthafucka,” Cinque said to Lobo.
Lobo was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move. Cinque snapped his fingers and another Simba named Mano took Cinque’ big knife and cut Lobo’s clothes off. The window was opened by another Simba and the cold night air rushed into the apartment and bounced off the bare walls as Lobo shook in fear and pissed himself. When he got down to his underwear, they were shit stained and dirty.
“In addition to be a fucking rapist you are a dirty little muthafucka too,” Cinque said with a toothless sneer.
Lobo had started to cry and let out a deep moan.
“Throw that muthafucka out the window,” Pops said to Jimmyboy and Paco.
“Do Wha…” Paco started to say but before he could finish, he was struck again by Cinque.
“I said, throw that muthafucka out the goddamn window,” Pops said again slowly. “I’ll do it,” Malik said as he walked over to Lobo. Cinque smiled and said to Pops, “looks like
His glazed-over eyes started to close, but before they closed in the welcomed darkness of death but just before the dark shroud of death closed Jacque’s eyes forever, Cinque cut off Jacque’s penis and scrotum and held them to his eyes. Jacque writhed and mumbled something as his tears mingled with his blood. Cinque took out his penis and ejaculated into Jacque’s mouth.
With another quick motion, Cinque slowly dragged the sharp blade across Jacque’s windpipe, watching his victim’s lifeless eyes widen as he choked on his semen. Cinque wiped the bloody skinning knife on Jacque’s body as his thrashing slowly ceased. After the men had finished with the women, they killed them quickly with knife thrusts across their throats.
After the raid, Cinque realized that he had learned how to kill and to kill efficiently and he liked it and got a strange arousal in his loins, he closed his eyes reliving the experience of his first orgasm. There was a level of excitement in playing the game of life and death, much as if hunting alligators, one mistake and the alligator had his dinner. A week later alligator hunters found the murdered men and women of the Dupree clan. Their bodies were hard to identify because the animals and hot weather had changed their appearances. There were no clues, but all the bayou folks knew who the victims were and who the killers were.
Two years later Uncle Claude learned from other Cajuns that the state police were investigating the massacre and decided the clan had to leave Louisiana and randomly chose Chicago where they moved to the Robert Taylor Homes. Cinque joined the State Street Boys and became a member of a larger, more dangerous family.
Chapter 13
In order to fulfill his initiation into the State Street Boys, Cinque had to carry out a sanction, a beating not a killing on a rival gang member who had “dissed” the gang by throwing the gang sign. The gang member was Pee-wee with the 43rd Street Cobras that controlled the area between 43rd Street between the lake and Cottage Grove Avenue. State Street Boys informant had told Pops that the gang hung-out in a game and candy store at 43rd South Cottage Grove gave him a description of the young man and his nickname “Pitbull.”
Cinque who was not known stood in the bus stop across from the candy store and watched as gang member came and went. He recognized “Pitbull,” from the description and heard his name being called from another of his members. Later that evening he followed “Pitbull,” and three other Pee-wees as they left the store and walked west on 43rd Street. At 43rd South Evans the three other boys turned left while “Pitbull” turned right. Midway on the dark, deserted street Cinque grabbed “Pitbull” from behind and dragged him in-between two buildings and pinned him against the wall.
“What you want, man?”
Cinque looked into the face of the boy who was no older than thirteen and felt the rising in his loins.
“You dissed us, that is not permissible.”
“I was only bullshittin’ my man.”
“You have to pay for your bullshit.”
The boys eyed widened as he saw the thin knife, “Comeon man…, but Cinque cut him short as the knife sliced a crossed his throat. As the boy fell to the ground Cinque ejaculated in his pants.
Robert’s was impressed with the quiet soft-spoken Cinque and assigned him to the Simbas, his personal bodyguards. The Simbas carried out gang executions, disciplinary actions and retaliations and they acted as bodyguards for the governors. All Simbas had committed at least two gang’s sanctioned murders. A year later a rival gang member killed Robert’s and Walter Williams was now the “King” of the State Street Boys.
Chapter 14
February, 2000
Malik was shooting dice in the playground with two other gang members when Pops, Cinque and Contact walked towards them.
“This is Malik, the dude we talked about,” Contact said, Pops gave Malik the gang sign.
“What's up, my man?” Pops say to Malik.
I’m cool,” Malik said returning the gang sign.
“Contact told me what happened to your little sister and I put the word out for Paco to come in, but he hasn't yet, but I hear him and Lobo is laying low at Lobo’s cousin crib in Hyde Park. We know the address, but the problem is his cousin is a member of the Maniac Disciples. If we go on their turf to get Lobo and Paco it could start a war, which we don't need, but I’ve arranged a sit down with Bozo, the Maniac Disciple Governor, we'll talk later.”
Pops and Cinque left after giving the gang sign to Malik and Contact. Two days later Malik met again in the playground by Cinque.
“What’s up Cinque?”
“Pops told me to come get you.”
Inside the warehouse were Pops, Jimmyboy, Lobo, Paco, and the Simbas. Paco, Lobo, and Jimmyboy, surrounded by Simbas, sat on stools. Pops was standing behind them.
Pops turned to Malik and said, “I had a meeting with Bozo, and like I figured, Lobo's cousin Boyce, is a Maniac Disciple. After I told Bozo about the violation he had Boyce turn Lobo and Paco over to them and they held them for us, we owe them.”
Pops walked in front of Lobo, Paco and Jimmyboy. Pops looked at Paco and measured him with of contempt. Then, raising his glance from Paco to Lobo, he gave him a look of contempt also. All this was done in silence, solemn and slowly.
Finally, Pops said, “You violated the oath, all of Malik’s family is our family, these other two little assholes are shit, but you know the rules. You hurt your blood brother, for that you must pay.
Malik you was the injured brother, what do you want done to them,” Pops asked Malik.
“I want Paco and Lobo dead, Jimmyboy banned from ever being a State Street Boy.”
“Done,” Pops said nodding at Cinque.
Paco begin to cry and beg for his life.
“Please Malik don't, I was high, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Are these the three boys you saw raping the young girl?” Pops asked Mrs. Williams.
“Yes, these are the boys and that little black muthafucka over there, pointing to Paco, put a gun in my face and threaten to shot me when I tried to get that other little motherfucker, pointing to Lobo off the little girl. She will probably never be the same. They took her young virginity and maybe her future,” Mrs. Williams answered pointing and walking over to the crying Paco.
“He told me he was a State Street Boy and could do whatever he wanted too,” she said as she smacked Paco making his nosebleed.
“Thank you Mrs. Williams you can go now,” Pops said softly as Mrs. Williams started for the door.
“I know many of the gang members, my nephew is a State Street Boy, but he don’t go around raping young girls, these boys are wild animals and need to be treated like wild animals,” Mrs. Williams said walking out the door.
“Joyce told me you tried to stop them Jimmyboy, what happened?” Malik asked quietly.
“Me, Paco and Lobo had been smoking dope and drinking 40’s when Paco said he wanted to fuck. I told him let’s get Queenie, she would do us all for a hit on the pipe, but he said he wanted some young, hot, clean pussy not that crack head bitch Queenie. He told us he had someone in mind and for us to come here and wait for him, which we did. A little while later he came in with Joyce. Joyce was asking for you Malik cause Paco told her some story to get her up here. He started talking about some white panties and tried to kiss her, but Joyce smacked the shit out of him and he nearly fell. He hit Joyce and knocked her to the floor and then he…” Jimmyboy lowered his eyes and started to cry.
“Go head,” Malik said, feeling his blood beginning to boil.
“Paco and Lobo ran a train on Joyce, I tried to stop them but I couldn’t, Paco called me a fag and said he should pop a cap in my ass, I ran home. I’m so sorry Malik; I didn’t know it was going to be your sister.”
“He’s lyin’,” Paco said.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cinque said before punching Paco in the nose causing more blood to shoot out over his jacket.
“Go on,” Malik said.
“Well then the old lady came in and we left.”
Malik faced Paco and said disgustedly, “We were family! Family…does that mean anything to you! Joyce is your sister… how could you do this to your sister? Your sister…., the words trailed as Malik shook his head in unbelief. “Because of you and your little fuckin hanger-on, Joyce might never be able to have kids you deserve to die for that.”
Paco’s voice started quiver and he could not stop shaking as his eyes filled with tears.
In a low whispered voice and unable to make eye contact with Malik, he said, “Malik, I’m sorry man, I was high that shit had me all fucked up, I’m sorry man, I’m sorry”.
“Fuck you, Paco,” Malik said.
“What’s the verdict? Pops asked the Simbas.
“Guilty, they said in unison.
“Sentence,” Cinque asked.
“Death,” again the Simbas replied in unison.
“Strip, muthafucka,” Cinque said to Lobo.
Lobo was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move. Cinque snapped his fingers and another Simba named Mano took Cinque’ big knife and cut Lobo’s clothes off. The window was opened by another Simba and the cold night air rushed into the apartment and bounced off the bare walls as Lobo shook in fear and pissed himself. When he got down to his underwear, they were shit stained and dirty.
“In addition to be a fucking rapist you are a dirty little muthafucka too,” Cinque said with a toothless sneer.
Lobo had started to cry and let out a deep moan.
“Throw that muthafucka out the window,” Pops said to Jimmyboy and Paco.
“Do Wha…” Paco started to say but before he could finish, he was struck again by Cinque.
“I said, throw that muthafucka out the goddamn window,” Pops said again slowly. “I’ll do it,” Malik said as he walked over to Lobo. Cinque smiled and said to Pops, “looks like
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