?I want to be jumped in ese! I know I can hang with the barrio!?
Jose Gomez was at the tender age of fourteen but he was raised on the streets just like any other homeboy from the ?Fifth Street Raza? gang. He saw it all coming up in the hood. Saw the carnales, the hynas, the drugs, the fancy cars and the luxury of having power in the palm of one?s hand.
?Lil Joe? as the others called him had his heart pumping with adrenalin after taking the courageous step to approach the ?Raza? and demand his membership to join hardcore crew. The homeboys were smiling, some cracked jokes and others waved the skinny brown skinned vato off who wore his ?wife beater? T-Shirt loosely trying to sport his muscles?.
?I wanna talk to ?Trejo!? He demanded taking steps towards the house where the gang?s head vato was, away from the street.
?Woah woah little ese!? A homeboy put his hand up to ?Lil Joe?s? chest, stopping him from taking any further steps on his path. ?You know damn well ese that no one can come close to Trejo.?
?He owes me a chance ese! I got that right! My carnal went down hard core in the barrio for this hood! My carnal was Carlos!?
Lil Joe clenched his fist so hard his knuckles turned white staring at the homeboy who was crossing his path with pure determination in his heart and a look of hard core in his eye.
The homeboy knew how his heart felt, he knew ?Carlos? Lil Joe?s older brother who died one night going into a motel room that Trejo set up for him to collect money that was owed to Trejo. Problem was; no one knew that whoever he met had no intentions on paying Trejo his drug money.
People asked questions about Carlos?s death. Some say that Carlos should have waited and went with a few other homies while others say that Carlos took a bullet that was meant for Trejo. Either way, Lil Joe?s heart was hurting for revenge. He wanted to get close to the fuckers that killed his brother but he needed the hood to back his play.
?Look Lil Joe.? The homeboy said to him. ?I know your heart?s got some anger feelings and thirst for revenge ese. I feel the same way lil vato, Carlos your carnal was my boy too homie, but we can only move when Trejo says to move ese.?
Lil Joe wasn?t trying to hear it. He wanted to be one step ahead and he was ready to change his life for his brother?s name.
?Look man! Carlos was familia, he was my blood eh. I want to be part of the take down when it happens. It wasn?t right the way he died eh! Let me talk to Trejo. If he says cool then it?s all good but if not, well I got no choice but to respect his decision!?
The homeboy nodded his head. ?Orale lil vato. I?ll let you talk to him. Just be respectful eh! No one can approach him without clearance eh. But since your Carlos?s little carnal, it won?t be a problem.?
Lil Joe began to walk towards the white house, passing up the luxury trucks on the driveway and approaching the three cholo?s sitting on the porch. All three stood up. ?What you want ese!? One yelled.
?Hey homey!? The other vato from the street called. ?Let him in, I said it was cool.?
?Orale little vato. You can go in. Just don?t show any disrespect eh.?
Lil Joe nodded his head and walked through the door.
The house was dark, the smell of weed was in the air and oldies were bumping on a radio in the back den. Lil Joe took his steps towards the music, creeping close towards where Trejo was sitting at a table talking on the phone.
?Alright then, I?ll call you later.? Trejo said as he hung up the phone and looked at Lil Joe.
The room was quiet. Lil Joe looked around and saw that no one else was around. The two were by themselves and he could feel Trejo?s eyes staring down the fourteen year old kid.
?What do you want ese? I don?t have much time and I value my silence in my home eh. I don?t like people in my home and much less, unwelcomed guest.?
Lil Joe?s heart began to thump. He could feel his adrenaline rise so high he almost began shaking. He had to take a deep breath so that he could finally talk to Trejo. The moment he had been waiting for since his brother died.
?You know who I am?? He asked.
Trejo laughed, ?Yeah I know who you are. Your Carlos?s little carnal eh. You know you got some ?balls? coming in here and asking me if I know who you are, as if you was some kind of hardcore ?G?. What do you want??
?I want an explanation for my Carnal?s death.?
Trejo grew quiet. He began to understand where Lil Joe was coming from. The little vato was obviously hurting and needed something to ease his pain of losing a loved one to the game.
?There is no answer lil man. I wasn?t there. Only your brother knew what went down eh. So you?re wasting your time trying to get an answer out of me. Now like I said, I?m busy.?
Trejo began to reach for the phone. Lil Joe walked towards where he was sitting and reached to shake his hand.
?Sorry for wasting your time eh.?
Trejo nodded his head and reached to shake Lil Joes when out of no-where a surprising knife in Lil Joe?s other hand came swinging across slicing his throat open!
Trejo grabbed his neck, his breathing began to grow short and he could feel the warmth of the blood come sliding down his hands as he hoped to seal the wound and keep from bleeding. Trejo?s eyes began to roll towards the back of his head and he struggled to regain his focus from the room spinning in his view.
?Before you die ese, let me tell you something that my carnal told me.? Lil Joe began to talk. ?Right before Carlos went to collect your pinche money, he told me to meet him at the corner store on Fifth and Thirteenth Ave. We was gonna meet up and go grab a gift for my mom?s birthday. The thing was that you passed by me in your fucking Escalade right about the time my carnal was getting blasted. What?s fucked up is that my Carnal told me that you were sending him to collect your feria because for some reason you couldn?t leave your house for a meeting you was gonna have. In other words, you couldn?t be at two places at once. What?s screwed up is that if that meeting was so important, then why was you on the street and my carnal doing your dirty work??
Trejo dropped to the ground, he couldn?t scream. He couldn?t call for help or even reach for his gun duct tapped beneath the table in case of an enemy?s kick door rush attack. Lil Joe?s words were echoing in his head and Trejo had no idea that a little fourteen year old kid could figure out what happened to his brother.
It was true what Lil Joe had said. Trejo did send Carlos out to collect money but actually, he set Carlos up. The payers were angry from Trejo sending them bunk cocaine and they planned on killing Trejo when he went to collect his money. They never met Carlos or Trejo and didn?t know what either one looked like. Trejo knew he was a dead man for ripping off a customer, he sent Carlos to take his bullet in hopes of squashing the shit.
Lil Joe walked towards the back door. Trejo?s world began to grow dark and Lil Joe smiled from the revenge he just took for his carnal. He knew it was hard to get close to Trejo but who would expect a little fourteen year old to take revenge. All he needed was a good reason to get inside and come close to Trejo.
?Go ahead and scream ese! Maybe my carnal can hear you in the death world.?
Lil Joe stepped out the back door as Trejo gagged his last breath and let his criminal soul fade away from his body.
The End?
Jose Gomez was at the tender age of fourteen but he was raised on the streets just like any other homeboy from the ?Fifth Street Raza? gang. He saw it all coming up in the hood. Saw the carnales, the hynas, the drugs, the fancy cars and the luxury of having power in the palm of one?s hand.
?Lil Joe? as the others called him had his heart pumping with adrenalin after taking the courageous step to approach the ?Raza? and demand his membership to join hardcore crew. The homeboys were smiling, some cracked jokes and others waved the skinny brown skinned vato off who wore his ?wife beater? T-Shirt loosely trying to sport his muscles?.
?I wanna talk to ?Trejo!? He demanded taking steps towards the house where the gang?s head vato was, away from the street.
?Woah woah little ese!? A homeboy put his hand up to ?Lil Joe?s? chest, stopping him from taking any further steps on his path. ?You know damn well ese that no one can come close to Trejo.?
?He owes me a chance ese! I got that right! My carnal went down hard core in the barrio for this hood! My carnal was Carlos!?
Lil Joe clenched his fist so hard his knuckles turned white staring at the homeboy who was crossing his path with pure determination in his heart and a look of hard core in his eye.
The homeboy knew how his heart felt, he knew ?Carlos? Lil Joe?s older brother who died one night going into a motel room that Trejo set up for him to collect money that was owed to Trejo. Problem was; no one knew that whoever he met had no intentions on paying Trejo his drug money.
People asked questions about Carlos?s death. Some say that Carlos should have waited and went with a few other homies while others say that Carlos took a bullet that was meant for Trejo. Either way, Lil Joe?s heart was hurting for revenge. He wanted to get close to the fuckers that killed his brother but he needed the hood to back his play.
?Look Lil Joe.? The homeboy said to him. ?I know your heart?s got some anger feelings and thirst for revenge ese. I feel the same way lil vato, Carlos your carnal was my boy too homie, but we can only move when Trejo says to move ese.?
Lil Joe wasn?t trying to hear it. He wanted to be one step ahead and he was ready to change his life for his brother?s name.
?Look man! Carlos was familia, he was my blood eh. I want to be part of the take down when it happens. It wasn?t right the way he died eh! Let me talk to Trejo. If he says cool then it?s all good but if not, well I got no choice but to respect his decision!?
The homeboy nodded his head. ?Orale lil vato. I?ll let you talk to him. Just be respectful eh! No one can approach him without clearance eh. But since your Carlos?s little carnal, it won?t be a problem.?
Lil Joe began to walk towards the white house, passing up the luxury trucks on the driveway and approaching the three cholo?s sitting on the porch. All three stood up. ?What you want ese!? One yelled.
?Hey homey!? The other vato from the street called. ?Let him in, I said it was cool.?
?Orale little vato. You can go in. Just don?t show any disrespect eh.?
Lil Joe nodded his head and walked through the door.
The house was dark, the smell of weed was in the air and oldies were bumping on a radio in the back den. Lil Joe took his steps towards the music, creeping close towards where Trejo was sitting at a table talking on the phone.
?Alright then, I?ll call you later.? Trejo said as he hung up the phone and looked at Lil Joe.
The room was quiet. Lil Joe looked around and saw that no one else was around. The two were by themselves and he could feel Trejo?s eyes staring down the fourteen year old kid.
?What do you want ese? I don?t have much time and I value my silence in my home eh. I don?t like people in my home and much less, unwelcomed guest.?
Lil Joe?s heart began to thump. He could feel his adrenaline rise so high he almost began shaking. He had to take a deep breath so that he could finally talk to Trejo. The moment he had been waiting for since his brother died.
?You know who I am?? He asked.
Trejo laughed, ?Yeah I know who you are. Your Carlos?s little carnal eh. You know you got some ?balls? coming in here and asking me if I know who you are, as if you was some kind of hardcore ?G?. What do you want??
?I want an explanation for my Carnal?s death.?
Trejo grew quiet. He began to understand where Lil Joe was coming from. The little vato was obviously hurting and needed something to ease his pain of losing a loved one to the game.
?There is no answer lil man. I wasn?t there. Only your brother knew what went down eh. So you?re wasting your time trying to get an answer out of me. Now like I said, I?m busy.?
Trejo began to reach for the phone. Lil Joe walked towards where he was sitting and reached to shake his hand.
?Sorry for wasting your time eh.?
Trejo nodded his head and reached to shake Lil Joes when out of no-where a surprising knife in Lil Joe?s other hand came swinging across slicing his throat open!
Trejo grabbed his neck, his breathing began to grow short and he could feel the warmth of the blood come sliding down his hands as he hoped to seal the wound and keep from bleeding. Trejo?s eyes began to roll towards the back of his head and he struggled to regain his focus from the room spinning in his view.
?Before you die ese, let me tell you something that my carnal told me.? Lil Joe began to talk. ?Right before Carlos went to collect your pinche money, he told me to meet him at the corner store on Fifth and Thirteenth Ave. We was gonna meet up and go grab a gift for my mom?s birthday. The thing was that you passed by me in your fucking Escalade right about the time my carnal was getting blasted. What?s fucked up is that my Carnal told me that you were sending him to collect your feria because for some reason you couldn?t leave your house for a meeting you was gonna have. In other words, you couldn?t be at two places at once. What?s screwed up is that if that meeting was so important, then why was you on the street and my carnal doing your dirty work??
Trejo dropped to the ground, he couldn?t scream. He couldn?t call for help or even reach for his gun duct tapped beneath the table in case of an enemy?s kick door rush attack. Lil Joe?s words were echoing in his head and Trejo had no idea that a little fourteen year old kid could figure out what happened to his brother.
It was true what Lil Joe had said. Trejo did send Carlos out to collect money but actually, he set Carlos up. The payers were angry from Trejo sending them bunk cocaine and they planned on killing Trejo when he went to collect his money. They never met Carlos or Trejo and didn?t know what either one looked like. Trejo knew he was a dead man for ripping off a customer, he sent Carlos to take his bullet in hopes of squashing the shit.
Lil Joe walked towards the back door. Trejo?s world began to grow dark and Lil Joe smiled from the revenge he just took for his carnal. He knew it was hard to get close to Trejo but who would expect a little fourteen year old to take revenge. All he needed was a good reason to get inside and come close to Trejo.
?Go ahead and scream ese! Maybe my carnal can hear you in the death world.?
Lil Joe stepped out the back door as Trejo gagged his last breath and let his criminal soul fade away from his body.
The End?
