Pressure Bust Pipes

By C.Flores

Two friends coming up in the game as brothers. One crosses the line and breaks the street code and never felt karma like this in his life. Based on a true story. A Philadelphia story never before told until now.k

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.Flores
• Release date: Jul 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536525236

C.Flores

Author C.Flores is the publisher of PenPushers Publishing. He resides out of Philadelphia. He has previous titles under PenPushers such as. The Bleeding The Block Series. Beyond Gangsta. Also he has his latest book Charm City under the infamous LCB. Follow him on all social media sites. @AuthorCflores

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Chapter 1

I was back in my cell looking at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe I just got 15 years. That got damn Cream that was my Ace, my right hand, my brother... WAS!!! That clown was on the stand turning on the one nigga that always had his back. I was always there for him; we did everything together. This life we lead isn’t for everybody and like they say ‘pressure bust pipes’. It all started a year ago; he got caught at one of the stash houses the feds raided. It was five bricks of heroin in that spot. He had three in the stash and got caught with two. He was released the same day, he never seen a cell. RAT BASTARD!!!

Ayo Sin, how much they hit u with my nigga?

They put it to me Reem, 15 years over mouth, word of mouth; them people don’t play fair at all.

Damn, kid! I know you going to murder that nigga, Cream when you hit the streets.

Can’t worry about that right now, I got to worry about this time I’m facing. I hope this bus hurry up and pick us up I’m ready to get this shit started. I hate this county jail shit.

I hear that. Well, I’m a holla and let you be with your thoughts. That’s just how I felt when I got my ten.

Reem left out the cell and went back to watch B.E.T. Sin was drunk, I mean drunk 15 years just because a clown said it was his work. That shit ain’t making any sense. He was putting his appeal in A.S.A.P. he couldn’t take his mind off the fact that he had gotten so much time. He knew his baby girl would ride it out, but he hoped Shari would keep it real. She was a nine and two quarters; he never gave a chick a full ten, but she was damn close. He had a few other chicks on his team and he waited to see how they acted. His other baby moms left before sentencing.

Mail Call, yelled the C.O. as he came in with the mail. This was the part of the day when all the inmates stopped what they were doing. Everyone praying they got some love from the street.

Kareem Rogers, Sincere Michaels, Michaels, Michaels, again the C.O. passed Sin’s mail to Reem and he went to give it to his homeboy.

We got some love today. Reem said waving the envelopes in the air.

Good look, Cannon, these jawns ain’t been showing any love lately.

I holla at you. I’m a go get on that street.

Sin saw the names and saw two was from his BM and the other from Shari. He opened the letter from Shari first. He looked at the two pictures she sent looking sexy as hell. In one she was leaning on the car Sin brought her and the other one was with her and two of her friends and gave himself a light chuckle. I used to beat Tamika pussy up, and look at Mulan she let me run up in her too. Sin unfolded the letter from Shari, he liked her writing, and it smelled good. She stayed wearing that J. Lo perfume.

Hey Sin,

I hope everything come out right at your sentencing. I really want you home, I miss you. I can’t wait to see you this weekend. Me and the girls went to the club the other day and I saw Cream, he still doing the same shit. I asked him to give me some money to send you; he said. He just sent you $500. So I guess you good on paper. The crib aint the same without you, my NA-NA waiting for you to come home. You know you the only nigga that can make me cum all crazy. Damn, I miss the dick! The same niggas doing the same shit, so don’t worry about missing out on nothing. Oh, before I forget that little young bitch you used to fuck is pregnant, she about to have it any day now, she big as a house. She better be glad she pregnant because I was about to beat her ass. She was grilling on me hard when I came up the block, she’s talking bout it’s your baby. I told that bitch please, my nigga been gone for a year. Anyway remember stay cool and don’t get in any shit.

Only your Bitch,

Shari

What? Cream ain’t sending me any money, that lying bitch. I can’t believe shawty got pregnant, I hope it ain’t mine. I hit her before I left to go to jail. She always had some good head and I love that little phat ass she got. Shari keeping up on the kites, I like that.

Sin opened the next letter from his B.M.

Dear Sincere,

I’m coming to your court date on Thursday. I hope they don’t hit you in the head to hard. That damn snitch Cream just bought a new car. He got a burgundy i76. He riding around like he the shit. I told you he was funny style, but you ain’t ever wanted to listen to me. Did that bitch Shari fall off yet? Your name still ain’t dying down in the hood. Everybody know you a real dude, it seems like they don’t care that Cream ratted on all those guys. It’s cool, you stay in that bible and pray you make it through this. Your son is looking like you more and more each day. He so big it’s ridiculous. It seems like yesterday you were watching him come out. I love you, Sincere and remember this time will never break that. These clowns can’t fill your shoes as long as I got batteries they won’t get this pussy. I might let a few taste it but that’s it. I still got my playa card (ha..ha..ha) stay strong and come home safely to me.

Forever yours,

Angelique (I love you)

Damn she knows how to make me feel good. I love that girl; I always kept her in the best shit. We cool as a fan, and one thing I love about her is I can trust her. She loyal and that’s why I never got that M.O.B tatted when Cream got his. I could never put money over her. I’m just mad I did her like I did. I stayed in too many hoes’ beds. I see that nigga Cream fronting hard out there. He will see his in the future, believe that. Sin saved the last letter for later and put the mail under his pillow.

Everybody was in the dayroom watching videos as usual. Sin went over to Reem cell and it was a small dice game in session.

Damn, can I get some of that paper? I like honey buns, I like snickers, and I need some stamps. Sin said to the crowd of guys watching the three dice.

Come get some of this, Sin. These niggas about to be broke! Reem was always a dice player. He hustled drugs, but his main hustle was dice. It didn’t matter if it was craps or cello, he wanted to play and win. Sin got some small playing cards from Tyson. Tyson was the house man. He made sure everyone got paid and the money was right. Reem had the bank and was talking shit to everyone.

Drop that money, go ahead and drop it. I own this shit! You must don’t know my name, Reem told everyone as he shook the dice and rolled.

Four!

Man let me go first, that shit ain’t nothing. I had a six on the street nigga. Those fours was in the 80’s. Clap said as he rolled to the four. Everyone watched as he rolled a three.

Yeah you had a six alright, gimmie my money! Reem picked up his money and put it with the rest. No one beat the four and Reem rolled again.

Five, yeah y’all can pay me now ain’t nobody beating that.

A young dude went for the dice, but Sin had money down this time. He never liked to go last always first, and never behind a hot hand. He noticed youngin had a lot of chips.

Let me go, youngin, Sin picked up the dice and shook them real good. "Remember

Reem I really had a six so that five ain’t nothing to me. What you paying double for?"

On Celo, homeboy, but don’t worry about that.

You better, I put all mine down, you know I’ll play. I’m a win or lose it, but remember I had a six. Sin rolled the dice and it was one,five and four.

I see you looking nervous. I’m coming for that bank. Sin rolled again and the dice read one, one,one.

Trips yeah pay that right there.

The dice game went on for another two hours and it ended up being Reem and Sin heads up. They agreed to split the pot and that’s what happened.

Sin and Reem was in the cell just reminiscing about the streets. Reem was 20 and Sin was 26. They both were from the same hood. Sin always knew Reem was a soldier from seeing him grow up, now he had 10 years to do on a crack conspiracy. Just like with Sin, he didn’t get caught with nothing, someone told.

Ayo my shawty wrote me talking about she can’t do it.

Who? Sin asked in amazement. I know not wifey.

Yeah, my nigga, can you believe that shit. I gave that bitch everything; she said she can’t wait 10 years. I ain’t trippin though, real niggas don’t cry over a hoe. When I get home, I’m gonna stunt on that bitch, she must forgot about my money. I still got paper saved.

Damn, that’s fucked up. I used to see them on the block all lovey dovey and shit. How she do this to my man like that. I hope my chicks stay in line; I know my wifey got me no matter what.

Damn, Cannon, my fault. I know you got more chicks riding with you, right?

Oh, yeah, but she was who I really loved. You used to see in the hood, kid. She the first chick I started fuckin’ with when I moved down here from N.Y. Just to think I was going to marry that bitch.

Keep ya head up, Cannon, she a get hers. I felt the same way when Wynisha left me. I was fucking with her since I was 15. She left me in 10 months, but I still fuck with her. I just know how to treat her she aint real wit it.

Word up, cause my heart hurts. I’m a holla at you later on; I got to lay it down. Reem gave Sin some dap and went to his cell.

Out in the world Cream was making moves. He was blowing up and it felt good. He was in the i760 when he came up on one of his workers, he rolled down the window.

You got that for me?

Yeah, hold up a minute. The kid wasn’t no older than 16. He went to the spot where he held his money. It was at the rear tire of an old hoopty. A lot of hustlers stashed money and work in, under, or around the abandoned car. The young gangsta came back and handed the money to Cream.

Aight, it looks all there. I hope you saving your money, lil man. You don’t wanna be one of these niggas out here that buy Jordan’s and be broke the next week. Cream handed the young dude the package he had stashed in his groin area. Remember, you got that raw, ain’t nobody on the block got that shit, so take advantage. You got a gun don’t you?"

Yeah, Cream, I keep my heat. The kid said lifting his shirt showing his .38.

See you in a couple days. Cream pulled off and went about collecting the rest of his money. He remembered those days on the block him and Sin used to be out all night and every day. Those were the good old days. He knew Sin was heated like a mutha, but he was facing a rack of time. Fuck that nigga he always tried to outdo me. He even took my bitch Shari, he better worry about not dropping the soap. Cream did a few more pickups and went to his block, the one him and Sin grew up and hustled on.

It was summer and everyone was outside. People were on the porch laughing and smoking. The kids were playing tag and jumping rope. Cream slowed down the street watching everyone enjoy life. He saw Angelique on her porch and he gave her a nod. She stuck up her middle finger. Nut ass nigga! she yelled. You better watch your mouth bitch, I still slap hoes. She always thought she was cute. I knew I should have hit that when I had a chance. She used to be on me before she started dealing with Sin.

Cream parked his i760 and got out and leaned on his fresh new ride.

Hey, Cream, can I have a dollar? Sonya asked nicely.

Me too, all the other kids said as they gathered around Cream.

Angelique looked on as she saw her son in the crowd of children.

Cream pulled out his bankroll and peeled off dollars and five dollar bills for the kids. He saw Llil Sin looking at him with fire in his eyes. He pulled off a fifty and put it in his direction.

Naw, I’m cool, Uncle Cream, I heard you a tattle tale. You put my dad in jail and you keep that. Then he put his hands in his pocket. No this little nigga didn’t just say... I should smack his fuckin mouth. He thought to himself.

Come on, Lil Sin, it’s for your dad. I know his money about to run out soon.

Whatever, come on y’all lets finish playing. Lil Sin told the other kids and they all followed.

Cream looked up and saw a mean glare coming from Angelique. He stuck out his tongue and grabbed his dick. Angelique put up two fingers indicating he had a small penis. Cutta came down the street as Cream said whassup. Whassup AK? Cream raised his hand to give him a shake. Cutta was about 320 pounds and six feet, four inches tall with a long beard. He was a Muslim and he knew about Cream and Sin. I can’t believe this nigga right here. He is a poor excuse for a brother, that’s a nigga and a snitch nigga at that. All these dudes letting him live knowing he snitched. He ain’t no good, he grew up with Sin and got him locked up just because he too pussy to see prison. He thought to himself. Naw, nigga, you gets no love from me.

Hold up I know he ain’t talking to me; I might have to hit this gorilla looking nigga up. Why I don’t get any love, Cutta?

Fuck you, Cutta hit Cream with a hard right. That’s for Sin! You punk ass bitch! Don’t get in the game if you can’t take the consequences. Cutta walked off as everyone looked to see what Cream would do. Cream was on the ground holding his bloody nose. He must think its sweet, never that and it never will. I told but I ain’t a bitch.

Cream got up and pulled his .44 from under his shirt; he put it in his waistband in the back. Don’t run now, shoot me a good one. You hit like a bitch, all the weight you got and you ain’t break shit. You had a clear shot, you caught me off guard. Cream was wiping his nose with his white tee. Cutta turned around and walked back towards Cream, he put his hands up ready for battle.

No time, I got money to make. Cream pulled the pistol from his back and aimed it at Cutta’s chest. He let off three shots before screaming on him.

You broke mutha fucka, He screamed and let of two more shots watching the man fall to the ground. Cream knew Cutta was dead, he stood over his body and hit him with two shots to the face. That goes for anybody who got a problem with Cream. He shouted indirectly.

Sin was locked down in his cell writing Shari back. It was about 12:30 am.

Ayo Shari,

What’s good with you? I’m glad to hear from you, you ain’t write in like two weeks.

Well, the result in, I just got 15 years. But don’t let that stress you. I’m working on my appeal as we speak. I hope you riding with me, but if not I understand. Like I always say, just keep it real with me. Don’t get pregnant and treat your body with respect. If them clowns don’t love you or care about you, don’t let them hit, that’s my pussy. I know you got needs and I can’t do shit for you in here, but when I hit the streets it’s me and you again. That nigga Cream is a snake, I never told you but he got me this time. So don’t fuck with that clown. Remember who treated you the best. I gave you anything you wanted. That GS I got you was from the heart. So if them niggas can’t do better than me, they ain’t worth it.

That Nigga,

Sin

Sin put a stamp on the envelope and put it between the bars. He brushed his teeth and went to bed.

Chapter 2

Sincere was sitting on the steps of his house watching the cars go by. He was 13 and just moved in from the orphanage. His new grandmother seemed cool, but all the others before her seemed good at first too. He was kicked out of five other foster homes because of his behavior. Sincere liked to do what he wanted and didn’t like to listen. He never met his mother and heard stories of his father. Sincere watched as the kids plaid in the street and local hustlers drove by in fancy cars. Ayo, you play ball? Sincere turned toward the voice that spoke to him. The brown skinned kid had on holy jeans and a dingy, white t-shirt. He held a basketball in his hand waiting for Sincere to respond.

Yeah, I play a little something.

C’mon, the fellas playing around the corner. You can come off the steps, right?

Hell yeah, I ain’t no baby. What’s ya name?

Everybody call me Ice cream.

Ha ha ha ha ha, Ice cream I ain’t about to call you no Ice cream. We gotta shorten that out. I’ll call you Cream. My name is Sin. I’m new on the block, but ain’t nothing sweet. Yeah, yeah, c’mon so we can play some ball.

Sin followed Cream around the corner. When they got around the corner there was a small group of people chillin, watching the young kids playing ball. They plaid on a crate nailed to a telephone pole. Sin was paying attention to the young girls watching the game.

We got next! That’s Dew and Cuz playing right now, they the best young bulls around here. They on the eighth win. I know we can’t beat them; I just want to play.

Ayo, homie I ain’t with that losing stuff. If I play I’m tryna win so have faith. Besides, I’m nice in this shit.

Dew and Cuz were playing two on two and smashing everyone who stepped up to play. Next! Dew yelled as they beat their opponents 11 to 1. Cream and Sin walked to the court as everyone looked at Sin.

Who are you? Dew asked Sin when he walked up.

I’m Sin, I just moved around here.

Alright, I’m Dew dats Cuz and dats Lock over there with the big ass nose. This York street and we beef a lot so be ready to fight cause you one of us. I hope you can fight.

I’m nice with my hands, now let’s play ball.

Y’all ball, check rock. Cream passed the ball to Sin and he dribbled it between his legs and shook Dew up. He took it to the basket for an easy lay up. Ohhhhh, you let the new nigga shake ya ass, nigga you ain’t shit. Lock yelled from the sidewalk.

Sin got the ball from Cream and did the same move again. Dew fell for the crossover and Sin scored. Cuz checked the ball to Sin and he passed it to Cream. He went up for a jump shot but Cuz blocked it across the street. C’mon, baby boy, you know that weak shit don’t go with me. Dew went to go get the ball and he passed it to Cuz. He dribbled and put the ball between Cream’s legs, before Cream could react Cuz was laying it up. The game was good and everyone was cheering for Dew and Cuz. The crowd got a little bigger and Sin turned it up a notch. Dew went up for a lay up and was denied by Sin. He tossed the ball to Cream and he hit the jumper. The score was nine to ten; Cream and Sin were up. Don’t pass it to Ice cream, I got him on lock!. Cuz yelled over to Sin. Sin bounced the ball and started to shake Dew with his handles. He faked left and went by Dew, Cuz stepped up and tried to block his lay up. Sin passed it to Cream and he shot the jumper. It went in and came out so Sin jumped up and slammed it in. ahhhhhh gimmie dat! Everyone was amazed at Sin’s ability to play basketball. He gave Cream some and whispered in his ear, Gotta have faith man, I ain’t no loser, Lock, Dew and Cuz came up to Sin to congratulate him.

Ayo, you got skills. Shit you even made Ice cream look good. What’s ya name again?

Sin and that’s Cream, we gonna smash anybody who play us.

Cream, that sound a lot harder than Ice cream, I like it. Lock replied.

You smoke weed, Sin?

Yeah, it’s been a minute though.

We out, c’mon so we can spark these jays.

The five young boys walked to the corner of the block and stood on the corner. Cuz rolled up two nice sized joints and they smoked. Ayo, Lock this shit some killa. Y’all blow good like this all the time? Sin asked as he exhaled the weed.

Yeah, me and my cousin Dew got the weed on smash. My old-head, Cutta got pounds of the best. You tryna hustle, Sin?

Hell yeah, my pockets is hurt

Let me talk... He stopped mid sentence, ...Dats homie that got me for my pack last week. C’mon y’all, let’s get this clown. Cuz yelled as the pack of youngins ran over to the kid walking across the street.

Cuz ran up on him first and caught the kid off guard. He hit him with a hard left followed by a right to the jaw. The kid turned and almost fell to the ground, but he kept his balance and ran. The York street boys chased him as he sped up the street. Lock was the fastest out the group and was gaining on him. Lock was right on his heels and tripped him to the ground, he fell at full speed. Lock started stomping him in his ribs as the others finally caught up to him. Yeah, pussy, you like to rob niggas for they shit. Cuz said as he stepped on his face. Everybody started kicking and stomping the defenseless body. Ahhhh shit, I ain’t do it, it wasn’t me! The kid’s screams went on deaf ears. After another five minutes of stomping, the guys slowed it down. Sin stood over the bloody body and watched him barely breath. Let’s go! Sin, leave dat nigga alone! Sin finally snapped out of his daydream. They all walked off and went back to the block to finish their smoke session.

Ayo, what the hell was you thinkin about, Sin? You was in another world. Sin shook his head and leaned up on the stop sign.

That shit was crazy, I thought dude was about to die. He was fucked up pretty bad.

Dats how we get down, my nigga. We mu’fuckin gangstas, Cream added as he passed Sin the jay.

Ayo, I’m out, y’all. I’ll catch y’all niggas at school tomorrow. Did ya people enroll you in school yet, Sin?

Yeah, but I don’t do that school shit.

Ayo, meet us right here at eight in the morning. The girls in our school look like they should be seniors in high school. So meet us at eight so we can go up in that piece together. Dew stated like that’s all he went to school for was the girls. When Dew left everyone finished smoking and paired up. Cream and Sin started walking off because they lived on the same block in the neighborhood.

You got some fresh clothes to rock to school tomorrow?

Yeah, I used to steal crazy, but I slowed down. I got a few pair of sneakers and some nice jeans and shit, why? Cream looked down at his clothes. I’m fucked up my nigga, the only reason I be skippin school is because my gear is no where. I go once in a while when I’m bored."

"C’mon, I got you. Cream,