The assailant pointed the gun at the other members, but did not get a chance to let off any more shots, for one of the members of The Iron Holders shot him dead in retaliation. That same night the police had arrested Junya and all of the other remaining members of the Iron Holders. Down at the Bridgeport precinct, each member was separated from each other and placed in holding. One member tied his sneaker laces around his neck and hung himself from the top bar of the cell. He had succeeded in killing himself. By the time the officers noticed, they assumed the worst out of all of the Iron Holders. One by one, the officers processed the rappers, until they came to Junya. One officer, a sergeant who stood 6.5", with pale white skin and a full head of blonde hair, looked at the picture of Junya.s photo ID, then he looked Junya in the face. Junya had attended a summer program that the officer took part in as kids. Then the officer looked at Junya.s flawless police record, and decided to let Junya go. When it came time for the rest of the group to be processed, they noticed that Junya did not come back to the cell.
A month after the entire ordeal, Junya went
to the burial of the leader of the 400.s. The crowd of people was so immense,
Junya sat with people he did not quickly recognize. All of a sudden, 4 of the
remaining Iron Holders were atop a platform and performed a "Rest In Peace"
song for their fallen leader. At the end of the song, a reference was made
indirectly to Junya, but it seemed that Junya was the only one that picked up on
it. At that moment, Junya slid out of the gathering before everyone else sat back
down. That was the last time Junya saw any of the Iron Holders, or the 400.s.
His rapping was extremely discouraged at this point; had been damn near killed
performing, and getting dissed as a sign of future threat from his former rap
group. Junya removed himself from the Iron Holders and rapping altogether,
not doing any shows, or songs for almost an entire year. He was living in a
wooded area near his school where he did continue writing, all the way up until
his time at school was finished. As that partial warmth at the beginning of
summer arrived, Junya had graduated from college and came back to the city
where his girlfriend, Khevasiah awaited his return.
Khevasiah is the complete opposite of Junya. She grew up in the
neighboring town of Bloomfield. Ever since she was 12, she knew what she
wanted in life, and made things happen for herself. Her mother had her when
she was only 15, and being a young mother was tough as all hell. The family had
moved to New York City in the Tri Borough region of the Bronx. There,
Khevasiah learned of her good looks at a young age. Grown men always begged
her attention, but were unsuccessful until she turned 15, when she herself
became pregnant. She attempted to keep it a secret from her mother, and was
successful for 3 . months. Khevasiah became very ill and had to go to the
hospital, where her mother found out about her pregnancy. She was having a
miscarriage, and was unaware of it. Her mother was so vexed, considering that
her and her daughter told each other everything. She left Khevasiah there in the
hospital by herself, never to see her again. When Khevasiah came to, she
realized what had happened, and she wanted to apologize to her mother. When
she went back home, the locks on the door were changed, but the furniture was
out on the street. It hadn.t been 3 days, and her mother moved out of the house
without a trace. Khevasiah never saw her again. Khevasiah was in a position
where she had no one but herself. At 16 she got a job at a finance corporation
working along some of the biggest names in the fashion retail business.
She always had a desire to make her own clothing. She eventually bilked the
company out of hundreds of thousands of dollars on a money laundering
scheme that she ran with the vice president of the company, who very much
wanted her for more than just a professional relationship. When Khevasiah
declined, he brought the scandal to the attention of the company.s president, and
she was fired. The company however was unable to trace the money at all,
considering Khevasiah.s keen street smarts, and a few good men on the block
where she resided. At this point, she made well over 6 figures in her income, while still a
teenager. She purchased a few properties in Atlanta, GA and some of its
outskirts, and found herself rolling with a mean crew of women. These women,
barely out of their teenage years also, mingled with countless NBA players, Wall
Street big wigs, as well as some of the grimiest street lords and racketeers. These
girls ran their neighborhoods. Khevasiah parked wherever she wanted.
She got into any club she wanted. All the attention Khevasiah attracted grabbed the eye
of a particular young thug whom had serious connections in the rap industry.