Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

“Today?” Caesar sat up and wiped the coke from his nose.

“Yeah. You said you wanted it today.”

“No. Now, Antonio.” Caesar said picking up his gun and waiving it. Go and get the information now.”

“It’s five in the morning.” Antonio yawned tired from being up all night. “I need some sleep.”

“You’ve got until dawn to get your ass out them streets and bring back an address for both of these mother fuckers,” Caesar said pointing the gun. “Hey, don’t forget who’s the fucking boss here.”

Antonio raised his hands in the air and backed out of the room. “You are Caesar. I’m going right now.”

**

As dawn broke over the horizon, the NARC/TACT unit took its position around the perimeter of the Clearbourne apartments. Nicola was sitting out in the surveillance van communicating with Brooks who had taken a position under the steps leading up to Caesar’s apartment.

Nicola’s stomach was in knots thinking about what could happen. He checked out all of the cameras before giving the order to raid. He heard Brooks give the signal to the team and from about 100 yards away, he and Captain Richards watched as they proceeded quietly up the stairs.

**

“Yo, let’s bounce. Caesar said we had to be out of here by dawn,” Antonio said slipping his gloc down in its holster. Yawning, he kicked the side of the couch where four other men sat half sleeping. “Didn’t I just say move your ass? Who’s the fucking boss here?”

Restlessly, the men got up and holstered their weapons, tired of running errands and listening to Antonio’s crap. Antonio slipped on his shades and opened the door. Hearing a noise on the stairs, he looked over the rail to see men in all black and assault weapons coming at him.

“It’s the fucking pigs!”Antonio screamed slamming the door.

“Red one to Tiger, our position has been compromised, “ Brooks said quietly.

“Tiger, you’ve got a clearance up the stairwell. They went back into the apartment. I repeat. They went back into the apartment.” Brooks knew that the small window of opportunity they had to surprise Caesar had closed. Gaining momentum, they ran up the stairwell before the men could come out and open fire on them.

**

Caesar jumped up immediately when he heard the word “pigs” come out of Antonio’s mouth. He grabbed the twelve gauge pump under his couch and felt for his .44 on his hip. High as a kite, he rushed into the back room of the apartment with his crew quickly following behind.

“What are we going to do?” Antonio asked posted up against the wall of the bedroom.”

“Hold them off as long as possible, and try to move the back way.” Caesar planning his escape route. He had no intentions of trying to worry about Antonio or any of the men in that room.

Just then, they heard the door to the living room being stormed by officers. Antonio turned around with his 12 gauge opened up a round into the wall, penetrating straight through into of the officer’s vest. The shot was so powerful, it knocked Officer Landing off his feet and he slid into the corner. Officer Poliver grabbed Landing and pulled him out of the house, just as the other officers opened fire back into the wall.

Nicola listened from the van as long as he could before he grabbed his gear.

“Where are you going?” Captain Richards scowled. “We’ve got one down already, sir. I’m going in with my men.”

In full gear, he ran across the street and up the hill with his fire arm in his hand and pointed down to the ground. He swiftly hit the stairs and found himself barely missing a bullet that wizzed past his head.

“How’s Poliver?” he asked hearing screams from the next door neighbors scared for their lives.

“He’ll make it!” Officer Landing screamed as he pulled Landing down the stairs.

“I’ll take your position. You go and tell Captain Richards what it really looks like up here. We’re going to need some fucking backup.”

**

All seven men holed up in the apartment were down on ammo except Caesar who was still returning fire like a mad man. As he reloaded his weapon, three men in an opposite corner behind old wooden furniture were shot.

“Fuck this,” Caesar said rushing the closet.

“Why is he going in the closet?” one Antonio’s cronies asked scared to death.

“It’s not a closet!” Antonio said shooting back. “It’s a entry way into the other apartment.

“I’m going too,” one of the man standing up to run. Just as he stood up completely, Brooks got a clear shot and took it. Within seconds, the man was on his back dead.

Antonio knew that the only way that he would make it out alive was to surrender. He would simply hold them off long enough to get Caesar out. He would need someone to pay for his lawyer when all of this shit went down.

Caesar pulled the floor out of the closet and scaled the make shift ladder down into the bottom apartment. He could hear cops inside the apartment. Evidently, they had half ass secured the apartment and safely escorted the people living in it out. All except one. He looked over at a small child in the corning crying softly.

“Shh” Caesar said putting his index finger to his lips. Showing the toddler the gun, he pulled the floor board out of the closet and slid down into the homemade tunnel he had prepared months earlier. The child watched quietly not making a sound.

Upstairs, Brooks and Nicola had taken out all but Antonio and one other shooter hiding behind a mattress and tables. Still returning fire under heavy tear gas, but not seeming to be aiming directly at them, Brooks finally realized that they had to be covering for someone.

“We need to get in that room, now” Brooks said to Nicola.

Nodding, Nicola pulled out his last gas grenade and threw it into the room. Following Brooks, they stormed the room with gunfire.