Lifted: Power, Money And Speed (A Novel by King Coopa J) Read online

  Lifted

  Lifted

  Copyright2016 by James Brown, King Coopa J

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  The Spokesman

  Blind Man

  The Chase

  Trial

  Prison

  The Bikers Club

  10yrs. Later, El’ Nino

  Departed

  The Tough Guys

  My Bro’s

  Strong Arm

  What I Prayed For

  Retrial

  The Bad Guy

  Back Home

  The Old Home

  Power Move

  No Option

  We’re Hiring

  The Hit List

  Mexican Property

  Monday

  Help Wanted

  Scores

  New Member

  Tuesday

  Eighteen Wheels

  Jimmy Neutron

  Wonder Boy

  Man Of Peace

  Wednesday, Lift Day

  McLaren MP4-12C

  BMW 650i Convertible

  Mercedes S63 AMG/CLS63 AMG

  Test Driver

  Second Run

  Shelby GT500/Boss 302

  Dodge Viper

  918, 911, 991

  Aventador/Gallardo

  Camaro HP-ZL1, Corvette C7

  Lexus LFA

  Jaguar C-X75

  Hennessey CTS V700

  V-12 Vantage

  Renault DeZir, GT-R35

  Report

  Repo Man

  The Shake Down

  16.4 Super Sport

  One More Time

  The Breakdown

  Bentley Mulsanne

  Lotus Esprit

  Maserati MC-12

  The Break Up

  It’s Been A While

  Mosler Photon

  The Visit

  599, 458,430, FF

  The Ultimate Chase

  The Lifters

  The Mexican Ball

  The Big Day

  Middle East

  President’s Land Rover

  For My Country

  My Baby!

  That Mexican They Call El’ Nino

  The Beast

  El’ Nino’s Secret

  My Last Stand

  My Final Goodbye

  What A Woman

  Eight Years Later

  Lifted

  The Spokesman

  The Spokesman woke up on this beautiful morning not feeling any sympathy or the slightest regret for what he’s about to handle. The work must be done. The only thing he had swimming in his mind. The work must be done. No matter the consequences.

  He got up from his king size bed and stretched. He walked over to the window and opened the curtains. What a wonderful day it is, he thought. Finally, I will get what’s mine. He took a quick shower and sang love songs the entire time. He got out of the shower and continued to give himself the nicest shaven face you will ever see. Got to look good for the big day. He went into his closet and picked out his street gear. He put on a tee-shirt, jeans, Air Force 1’s and an Atlanta fitted cap. He took one look in the mirror. Damn, I look good.

  He shut the closet door before going into the kitchen. He made himself a nice peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He sat at the dining room table and flipped through his contact list while he ate. “Here we go.” He muttered with a mouth full. He removed a card and stared at it to make sure it was the correct one. Absolutely, it was the one. He read the words across the card to himself. “Private Investigator, Lenny Daverson.” He hated Lenny with every ounce of blood he possessed in his body. But today, today he needed him. Today was the day he would love him. Today, if he paid close attention and did his job the way detectives are supposed to. Lenny would make him the happiest man in the entire world.

  He took the final bite of his sandwich and flipped the card into his pocket. No more delays, he must act now before he would miss this perfect opportunity. The work must be done. He grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. He locked up the house and got into his car. He sang along with Usher while he drove to the other side of town. Out of sight, out of mind. He thought about this situation numerous times before. This was definitely the best way to handle it. He found a busy gas station. Good mixed crowd. Nobody on this side of town would notice him.

  He parked his car at pump eight. He went inside and paid for some gas. He walked pass his vehicle without bothering to set the system up. He thought if someone was to notice him. They would approach him while he’s standing at the car pumping gas or on the pay phone. His mind decided to handle that instantly. The pay phone was at the far end of the gas station.

  He walked over nonchalant, not wanting anybody to notice him. He retrieved the card from his pocket. He lifted the phone and dialed the private investigator’s number. The phone rang three times and a woman answered.

  “Hold please.”

  One minute later detective Lenny answered. “This is Inspector Daverson.”

  The Spokesman smiled. “Let’s get to the point. You’re looking for Twenty, right?”

  Lenny felt his spine quiver. “Who is this?”

  “Does it matter? All you need to understand is that I know the time and place Twenty’s next lift will be. Get your pen and pad.”

  Lifted

  Blind Man

  Twentystepped out onto his room balcony. “Damn it feels good outside.” Today is payday for him. Later tonight, he is going to lift the last car on the list for a buyer name, Money. The car is a 1969 Boss 302. Money, a notorious drug dealer on the other side of town who loves old school cars. He created a list of his fifteen most wanted cars and hired the best car thief around to handle the job. Each car was valued over $100,000.

  The job is for one million dollars and the man who is known to be the best, is Twenty. He has been lifting vehicles for anybody who had money since he was seventeen. This is the way he survives. He even has his own crew called, The Lifters. Three years of lifting vehicles professionally and this one is going to be his biggest payout. He has already received half the money up front and the other half he would get when the job is completed.

  His team of lifters included his best friend, Jeff. He has known Jeff since the first grade. The second member of his team is Paula. They met Paula when they were thirteen years old. They lifted their first car in a grocery store parking lot. They saw a 96’ Chevy Impala on 26-inch rims left running. They thought the car was beautiful and Twenty wanted it. It’s funny how your best friend gets dragged into tough situations. Although, Jeff wasn’t about to let Twenty steal the car all by himself.

  The coast was clear. At least, they thought the coast was clear. Twenty rushed over to the vehicle with Jeff close behind. Twenty hopped in the driver seat and Jeff hopped in the passenger’s. Twenty put the car in drive and floored the pedal burning out of the parking lot. They got halfway down the block before hearing a voice in the back seat.

  It was Paula waking up from her nap. “What are you doing in my dad’s car?” She asked sheepishly.

  Twenty was super excited about lifting his first car that he didn’t notice the girl in
the back seat. “What the hell!” He swerved the car because he was a little nervous that there was someone in the car with them.

  “A girl is in the back seat!” Jeff yelled hysterically.

  “What’s going on?” Paula climbed over the front seat.

  “What are you doing little girl?” Twenty asked. He swerved the car back on track.

  “I’m twelve going on thirteen. In one month I’ll be a teenager for your information. I’m not little.” Paula answered with attitude.

  “Twenty!” Jeff yelled. “We got to get out of this car for the police come. I don’t want to go to jail man. I’m only thirteen.”

  “Shut up you big baby.” Paula hissed without knowing what was going on. “Why would the police come?”

  Twenty turned to her attention. Suddenly, he was struck by her beauty. This was the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his life. She had caramel skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was lost for words while staring at her. How was he to answer?

  “Twenty!” Jeff yelled hysterically.

  Twenty focused back on the road. He had swerved into oncoming traffic. “Shit!” A car was coming right at them. He maneuvered the Chevy back into the proper lane. The Impala kept swerving out of control and they hit a fire hydrant. The boys got out and ran for it. Jeff took off first and Twenty was right behind him, but he stopped. He ran back to the car. “Hey… hey! You ok!” Paula didn’t move. He pulled her from the car. She hit her head pretty good on the dashboard. Too late to run. The police showed. They took Twenty away and he got put on probation until he was eighteen. Paula would never forget what he did by coming back for her. The next time they had met was their tenth-grade year. Ever since she turned bad girl, she’s been a part of The Lifters. Twenty loved her bravery.

  The last member of the team was a computer geek named Tony, but Twenty called him Tech. They met in computer class. Twenty noticed how good he was with solving problems with engines. Twenty came to him one day and flat out asked him did he want to be a part of the team. Tech being the smartest guy in school without any friends, agreed. From zero friends too three friends is how he looked at it. There were people who cared about him, real friends not computer friends, but real friends at school.

  Twenty used Tech to fix all the cars they had lifted. If something happened to one of the vehicles while they were on the move. Tech would fix the problem at the garage before the vehicle was delivered to the buyer. Tech was the best and he had the best friends.

  Twenty went back into the bedroom. He picked his phone up from the nightstand and dialed his best friend’s number.

  Jeff answered in two rings. “Twenty,”

  “Jeff,” Twenty took the sheets off a fine exotic redbone. Twenty was addicted to the fast life. Money, cars, clothes, drinking, and his biggest addiction were women. He loved being with a different woman. That’s why Paula never hooked up with him except for two times, one being prom night.

  Paula had turned down every boy at school except for Twenty. He took her that night and they had the best time. Paula knew he was a player and she gave him some anyway. That was her first time. After prom, they decided to go back to their ways. Their friendship was more important.

  The other time happened two months ago when Paula had her twentieth birthday. They had got drunk and ended up in bed together. Another slip. It felt more like love to Paula, but decided against it. She knew better than that so she bottled it up and kept it to herself. “What’s going on man? You ready to get this money?”

  “You know it,” Jeff replied. “Are you?”

  The girl woke from the chill of not having any covers over her naked body. She looked at Twenty puzzled.

  Twenty tossed her clothes at her. “Time for you to leave.” He pointed to the door coolly. She frantically grabbed her clothes cursing him out the entire time she put them on. She slammed the door with great force as she left that it shook every picture on the wall. “Whoa, crazy.” He muttered.

  Jeff knew exactly what was taking place. He knew about Twenty being the player he was. He was doing the usual, putting another one out after a long night of hot sex. “Redbone from the club last night?

  “Yeah man, I didn’t know she was going to be that damn emotional. I just met her and she knows she doesn’t live here.” Twenty joked while sitting on the edge of the bed and falling back.

  Jeff laughed through the phone. “Well, maybe she thought she did. You need to start being more careful.”

  “Why is that?”

  “These women are crazy. Once they met the guy they really want to be with. He uses her and then she goes five years without dating. Finally, she meets a guy like you all tattooed up, nice teeth and muscles, 6’3, 220lbs, cornrows and great conversation. She figures in her mind, she’s met the right guy. Soon as you dump her like trash the next night. All hell breaks loose. Now she’s trying to kill you and every corner you turn man. She’s there.”

  “Damn,” Twenty said. “You described me well. Have we dated?” He joked.

  Jeff laughed. “You think that shit is funny but I’m telling you man. Watch out. Females are emotional creatures, my man.”

  “Thanks for being my counselor of love. I can handle myself, buddy. I’ve been doing it for twenty years now. I pretty much got a good grip. Anyway,” he got up. He was pissed because he was comfortable. “You talk to Tech?”

  “He said he’ll be at the garage waiting for us.”

  “What about Paula?” Twenty asked.

  “With this being the last car. I didn’t think you wanted me to tell her. The three of us don’t need to lift one car, do we?”

  Twenty thought about that. Hell, he’s right. The three of us don’t need to lift one car. Really, it would only take the two of them to do it. Jeff would drop him off at the Antique Cars of Atlanta tonight. He would lift a 69’ Boss 302 with no problem. The older cars were always the easiest cars to lift. He would race the car back to the garage. Tech would look it over. First thing in the morning Money would be there to pick up the fifteen cars Twenty had stored for him. Pay him the $500,000 owed and it would be simple as that. A piece of cake. Paula could pick her portion up tomorrow when the money arrives. Her job was finished until the next order. “You’re right about that. Meet me at the garage so we can go over the final plan and inspect all of the cars again. Tomorrow’s the day and we don’t need any problems.”

  “Cool, give me an hour and I’ll be there.”

  “See ya,” Twenty hung up the phone. Out of this deal, he was making $400,000. Everyone else was making $200,000 for the job. That’s good money with a team of four.

  Twenty entered the garage and greeted Tech. He was already inspecting the cars. Jeff came ten minutes later. They spent the rest of the afternoon going over the plan. It started to get late and Antique Cars of Atlanta closed two hours ago.

  Jeff drove Twenty to the dealer. Twenty saw the beautiful Boss 302 through the glass of the building. “Look at it. That’s money right there.”

  “Twenty, man I don’t know.” Jeff was hesitant. “I got a bad feeling about this one.”

  “Jeff every car we lifted, you had a bad feeling.” Twenty got out and shut the door. “Stop worrying. This is the last one and we get paid. We’ll chill for a while after this, cool?”

  “Cool.” He gave Twenty some dap. “Be safe, bruh.”

  “No doubt,” Twenty vanished into the night.

  Lifted

  The Chase

  Twentycrept along the building of Antique Cars of Atlanta. He surveyed his surroundings carefully. When he was certain no security was in proximity of him. He made his move further around the building while staying close to the wall. He came to the back door. He retrieved his lock pick tool from his pocket. “Piece of cake.” He muttered to himself. The back door wouldn’t be any challenge to him. He picked harder doors before.

  He stuck the lock picking tool in the keyhole and listened carefully as he turned to pick it. He listened for all the correct clicks. He ma
stered the lock and on the last turn the door popped like magic. “Yeah baby, that’s it.” He muttered. Before he walked in he did what he normally does before walking through a door without knowing who’s on the other side. Maybe security, maybe not. He didn’t think security would be lurking around inside of a dark building waiting for him to come but what the hell. Better safe than sorry.

  He knocked on the door three solid times and ducked off. He patiently waited. Nobody was home. After two minutes he crept back to the door and opened it quietly as possible. He peeked his head in. Look at all these sweet cars just waiting for me to pick one, he thought. He crept in. “Anybody home. I just wanna borrow some sugar or a 69’ Boss 302.” He joked to himself. He cautiously searched for the area that would have the alarm pad. Tech told him he would have two minutes to disarm it after stepping foot in the building. If he didn’t want the police all over his ass, he better get to it.

  He kept a cool demeanor as he scanned the room. “There we go, baby.” He found the alarm pad on the center wall under an oil painting of an old Ford GT500. One minute to go. He hurried over. He flipped the alarm case down, revealing the number pad. “Ok Tech, you fucking better be right or I’m fucked. What were the numbers, 3, 4, 0, 2?” He knew if he got the numbers wrong he would have one more chance. One more chance was something he wanted to avoid altogether. Tech told him if he got the code wrong the first time the pad would beep. Signaling to him he was wrong. The second time it would turn red and the police would be on him before he had the chance to whip his ass. What he needs is for the numbers to light up green, signaling that the alarm was disarmed. Tech broke into the dealer’s computer system and retrieved the code. That’s how they were successful at entering dealerships that had cars on the list. Tech is a genius. Without him, it would be a brick through the window and a swift wiring of the vehicle then a fast getaway or prison. He was grateful to have Tech on the team. It gave him more leverage and with the extra needed time. There was no need to wire the vehicles anymore. He’ll just find the keys instead.

  He punched the numbers on the pad. “3, 4, 0, 2.” He mumbled pressing each button. The pad made a loud beep. “Fuck.” He muttered. One more chance. Get it right or break for it, he thought. “Ok,” he raised his hand, thinking about the code Tech told him over and over. “3, 4, 0, 3.” He almost broke a sweat. Thinking he was going to have to break for it. The pad turned green after a long second. “Hell yeah.”