The Game: Nothing But Trouble

“Day One!--Day One!” Devon said repeatedly.  He had a flyer in his hand.  He held it up for Darryl to see and laughed.  “Mo money, baby.  Mo money, playa!”  Devon ran up the street repeating the same thing.

“What the hell is he saying?  What’s that in his hand?” Mercedes asked.  She watched the boy  as he ran two duplexes down from hers.  It was the neighborhood dope dealer’s house.  Devon came back out with two men.  They went back in and then a few seconds later, she noticed some guys coming out of the house with guns.  Devon was still talking to them.  The  men listened intently to him and he showed them the flyer.  He pointed to Darryl's car and nodded.  They nodded and gave Devon a hand full of money.

“Damn baby, that’s what my tags have on them.” Darryl was answering her question, but wondered why she was so distracted.  She glanced down and noticed the light was no longer steady green.  The display was flashing on and off, and the light was now flashing red!  Darryl was staring at her.

Mercedes pointed to it. “What’s that for?” Darryl looked down and sighed.

“Somebody’s looking for me; somebody in my family. William has one in his truck and so does Kenny.  We had them installed a few weeks ago.   Some shit happened.  It’s no big deal.”  He put his arm around her, but he noticed she was looking up the street.  “Look at me.”  He demanded and turned her face with his finger.  She gently moved his hand and looked back up the street slowly with her mouth open.  She was in a trance as she spoke slowly.  

“This is what  I have to deal  with.  Something is about to go down.  Devon has just dropped a dime on somebody.  Now, that low life, Vincent has put out a hit.  He orders people dead, they do it.  See, they’re gonna do a drive by in broad daylight.   He gets bolder everyday.” She pointed up the street.  Darryl looked up quickly.

“Wait.  Vincent?  Vincent  who?” He asked quickly as he reached for his keys, and then realized where he was.  Darryl removed his arm and reached for his glove box, but decided on the ignition switch instead.

“Vincent Monroe.  He’s a drug dealer, ---killer, what ever.  That’s one of his houses.” Mercedes pointed.  “You know him?”  She asked.  Darryl closed his eyes and opened them again, quickly.  She noticed he was only half listening.  She turned to him and sighed as she shook her head.  “Damn.  Of course you do.  Darryl, what--”   She started.    He glanced up the street and then at the light blinking under his dash.   He started his car and deliberately pushed the car in front of him forward.  It rolled toward Mercedes car and bumped it.  Before she could say anything he looked at her quickly.  He backed up and hit another car---hard;  pushing it backwards and up unto the grass and sidewalk.

“Darryl--”  She started. He knocked the bumper loose, but it attached itself to his car bumper.  She heard his rear bumper break the headlights and grille on the car. The men that were standing had turned toward them and were advancing on them quickly.  

“Fasten your damn seat belt!  Now!” He ordered quickly.  She didn’t argue and fastened her seatbelt as she watched him.  Everything went in slow motion  after she lost eye contact with Darryl.  She turned to see what he was staring at.  “Baby, get down!”  Darryl shouted and then pushed her.  The next chain of events happened within seconds--She was caught