A Gangsta Twist Saga by Clifford “Spud” Johnson

each other, Sacha. I really want to get to know you better.”
    Smiling, she said, “I don’t think that will be a problem, Cliff. Let’s take it one day at a time and see where it leads us, okay?”
    With a bright smile on his face, Clifford said, “That’s fine with me.”
    Sacha leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, “Give me a call tomorrow if you’re not too busy. Maybe we can get into something.”
    â€œThat sounds like a plan, then.”
    â€œOkay, bye! I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said and slid out of his car.
    Clifford watched her as she walked toward her front door, and shook his head from side to side as he stared at her sexy walk . She did those Apple Bottoms jeans proud with a body like that, he thought as he watched her disappear into her home.
    Once she closed her door, he started his car and pulled out of her driveway. As soon as he was out of Sacha’s neighborhood, he grabbed his cell and quickly dialed Cory’s number. When Cory answered, he said, “I’m on my way home now, babe. How long will it take for you to get there?”
    â€œI’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Is that cool, playboy?”
    After a quick glance at his watch, he said, “Yeah, I guess that’s cool. But hurry up, okay?”
    Laughing loudly, Cory said, “Damn, playboy! Are you that horny tonight?”
    â€œYou better believe it! So hurry up, ’cause I promise you’re going to love every bit of what I’m going to do to you. You wanted freaky-freaky, and that’s exactly what I plan on giving you.”
    â€œBye, playboy! ’Cause I’m walking out of the door right now!” she said and hung up the phone.

Chapter Six
    Taz was pulling out of Tari’s driveway when his cell rang. He flipped it open and saw that there was a picture of Michael Jordan slam-dunking the ball over Patrick Ewing of the New York Knicks. Taz smiled as he closed his cell because he knew it was on. That was Won’s signal for them to get ready. Taz called Keno and told him to have everyone meet him at his place within the next thirty minutes. After he was finished talking with Keno, he called Tari at work and said, “Baby, I’m about to be out for a minute. I’m going to need you to make sure everything is straight at the house for me.”
    â€œNo problem, Taz. Is there anything else?”
    â€œNah. Just feed the dogs and let them loose so they can roam around while I’m gone.”
    â€œHow long this time?”
    â€œAin’t no telling, so make sure you keep a line open just in case I need to holla.”
    â€œDon’t I always? Bye, Mister! Oh, and Taz.”
    â€œWhat up?”
    â€œBe careful.”
    â€œAll the time, baby,” he said and closed his cell phone. Whenever he went out of town, he always told Tari. She was the only person other than the crew that knew what he did for a living. She would make sure that his beloved Dobermans would be fed and taken care of while he was away. Even though he never expected to be gone longer than forty-eight hours, he never left the state without having her check on everything while he was gone. The trust and love he had for her was just as strong as the love he had for his homeboys—unbreakable.
    Everything about Taz and the crew was timing. They were all disciplined in a military-type fashion. When it came to their missions, they remained prepared at all times.
    Taz smiled as he pulled into his driveway and saw everyone there waiting for him. He jumped out of his truck and said, “Time to go to work, boys.” They followed him as he entered his home. He led them to his den, and they watched as he grabbed his laptop computer and punched in several keys.
    After about three minutes, he said, “All right, it’s like this. Keno and I are bouncing outta DFW. Bo-Pete and Bill, y’all are out of here this time, so Red,