BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  The blood money was sweet and it kept the family happy. That was until karma came knocking with a warrant for her father’s arrest. He was convicted on ten counts of murder and sentenced to death. His execution made Kantrellfatherless and her mother a widow.

  These days Kantrell was making her living as a bounty hunter. It was a dangerous occupation but she was prepared.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Chevy got down on her knees and took both of her friend’s hands. “He makes me feel like—like I’m the mostspecial woman in the world. And when we talk, I feel all giddy inside;it’s like high school all over again. Ooooooh,” she clenched her fists and looked up at the ceiling at nothing, smiling from ear to ear. “This nigga got me floating on cloud nine. I don’t know what this man has done to my head but I like it. Scratch that. I love it.We’re supposed to go out tonight too. I’ve already got my dress and everything.”

  “Where are y’all going?”

  “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me. All I know is its some fancy five star restaurant.”

  “Ooooooh, somebody’s showing my baby momma the finer thangs.”

  “Kantrell, I’m so fucking happy I can fucking kiss you.”

  Chevy hopped upon her feet and cupped her best friend’s face, planting a big kiss against her lips. She laughed and giggled.

  “Damn, bitch! You’re far gone.” She smirked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

  “Look at me gloating.” She pulled up a chair and sat back down. “I haven’t even asked you how things were going with you and yo new boo thang, A.”

  Kantrell waved her off like I don’t even want to talk about that nigga.

  “What? What’s up? Gimmie some tea.” She scooted her chair up to the table.

  “I’ll put it this way I thought I had got me something special when I reeled this nigga in, but boy what a fucking disappointment.” She shook her head with regret. “To make a long story short, he ain’t nothing like your Tiaz. What I wouldn’t do to have someone like that fall into my lap. I tell you, girl, if he’s as unique as you say he is, you betta hold on to ‘em ‘cause this day and age a descent man is hard to find.”

  Chevy grasped her hand. “I will. I promise I will. And thank you, boo.”

  Kantrell frowned and coiled her neck. “Thanks for what?”

  “For always being such a good friend to me. You’ve not only been my friend, but my sister. And I’ve gotta say I love you to the core of my soul.” She held her hand to her chest and her eyes became glassy. She was on the verge of crying. She wiped her eyes with a curled finger. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t...” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes and pulled herself together, clearing her throat. “I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. I really mean that.”

  Kantrell wiped her dripping eyes with her fingers and thumb. “Chevy, what I’ve been to you is what you’ve been to me. Nothing less, I love you more than the air that I breathe.” She kissed her sister’s hand.

  “Awww, gimmie some love.” Chevy stood up and spread her arms. She received her sister with a loving embrace. Just as they pulled back and held one another at arm’s length, Tiaz was coming through the door.

  “Oh, here comes my baby now.” Chevy stated, causing Kantrell to look toward the door.She watched as her best friend skipped over to her boo and kissed him in greeting. “Hey, baybee.” She sang.

  “What’s up, Love? Who’s your friend?” Tiaz inquired, stealing a glance of Kantrell.

  “Hi.” She waved and smiled.

  “Babe, this is my bestfriend, Kantrell, she’s like a sister to me.” Chevy placed her hand on her wrist.

  “Oh yeah, I remember her.What’s up, Kantrell? I’m Tiaz.” He shook Kantrell’s hand as he took in her beauty.

  Kantrell was a 5’7 number with long brunette hair that she wore flatironed. She had two palms full of breasts.And from her exotic looks you’d think she was of Brazilian heritage but she was actually the conception of an interracial relationship. Her mother was a full blooded Cherokee Indian and her father was African American.

  “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” Kantrell shook his hand.

  Tiaz grinned and nodded. “I’ma go take a shower and get ready.” He told Chevy before kissing her and heading into the bedroom.

  “So, that’s Mr. Wonderful, huh?”

  “Yep.” Chevy beamed brightly. It felt good to have a man other women found attractive. She knew having a man as good looking as Tiaz would have bitches sniffing around like a hungry dog, and she was well prepared to put hands on a hoeif and when the time came.

  Tiaz was eye candy and there were plenty women out there with a sweet tooth.

  “Nice looking, man. You betta keep ‘em under lock and key ‘cause every bitch around the way gon’ be tryna suck and fuck on ‘em.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Chevy exhaled.

  Kantrell watched as Tiaz grabbed a couple of towels out of the hallway closet for his shower. You’re one lucky girl Chevy, one lucky girl, she thought.

  ***

  Boxy sat slumped behind the wheel of his white ‘06 Chevy Impala. Jaquez played the front passenger seat. They had four pairs of eyes between them and they all were watching Don Juan who was inside of Fabolous Burgers placing an order.

  Through the large glass windows they watched as he massaged his chin and stared up at the menu. The plan was simple approach his ass at gun point and make him take them to where he kept them thangz and the money. Once they cleaned him out, they were going to leave him leaking. Simple enough!

  Boxy checked the magazine of his head bussa to make sure it was fully loaded before smacking it back in and click clacking it. He took a draw from the burning joint Jaquez passed him and expelled the smoke. He mashed out the little that was left and addressed the situation at hand.

  “You hop out and hunch down at the front of his truck.” Boxy laid down the plan. “When he opens the door you get on his ass, I’ma come from behind him. He won’t even expect me.We’ll have the drop on ‘em. He wont have any choice but to do what we tell ‘em or get slumped.”

  “I got chu faded.”

  “Matter of fact, they about to give ‘em his food, gon’ get out.” He nudged him hard and fast. They both threw their hoods over their heads and gripped their guns, hopping out of the Chevy. They closed their respective doors and took up their posts.

  Jaquez hunched down in front of Don Juan’s ride while Boxy stooped low beside his. He held his gun down clutching it with both hands as he took a peek through the driver side window. As soon as he opened the door of his SUV, Jaquez sprung into action, then cameBoxy.Theyboth caught their prey by surprise.

  “Surprsie, surprise.” Boxy greeted his boss, cold steel pressed against the back of his dome.

  “Shit!” Don Juan cursed, face twisted with anger.

  He knew that the young niggaz wanted his stash and his work. And he didn’t have a choice but to give it to them if he hoped to live.

  Damn! Life is a bitch! He thought as he shook his head.

  ***

  The night was as dark as it had ever been but the moon stood out in contrast against the ebony skyline. It was beautiful, serene even. You could say it was the perfect night, the perfect night for lovers, which was why Tiaz was happy he’d chosen it to take his lady out. A black on black Maybach pulled alongside the curb in front of Chevy’s house. The driver’s side door opened and Threat hopped out. He was decked the fuck out in a black Brooks Brothers suit with gold cufflinks. The diamonds in his earlobes shined like strobe lights.

  The front door of the house swung open, Tiaz and Chevy stepped out looking whipped and dipped. Her hair was feathered out at its ends and her white dress hugged her curvy form. Her full lips were decorated with silver lipstick that glistened with sparkles. An identical belt was around her waist with a big buckle. Her feet were fitted comfortably in a pair of silver high heels, shimmering with glitter.

  Chevy looked to her right, admiring all of that muscular man on her arm. If
there wasn’t anything else in the world she loved more than a thug, it was one that could dress.

  Tiaz wasn’t anyone’s slouch either. He had a keen eye when it came to fashion. Tonight wasn’t any different from the other nights he stepped out on the town. Tiaz was in a navy blue suit that hugged his bulging biceps and legs. His tie was a rich chocolate brown and so was his footwear. His feet were in a pair of ostrich and leather lace up shoes, they were shining so hard a chick could fix her makeup in them.

  “Is that our ride?” Chevy’s eyes lit up when they met the luxury car that her man had rented for the occasion.

  “Yep.” He smiled proudly, buttoning his suit, “Nothing but the best for my baby.”

  “Oh, my God, Tiaz.” She cupped her hands to her face and jumped up and down excitedly. “I’ve never ridden in one of those before. I’ve only seen one on TV.”

  “Now is as good a time as any. Shall we?” He offered his arm.

  “Yes, we shall.” She hooked her arm with his and made way for the vehicle.

  Once Tiaz and Chevy slid onto the soft leather seats of the nearly half a million dollar car, he popped open a bottle of Belaire. He occasionally glanced over at his lady as he poured up the champagne flutes. He cracked a toothy smile seeing her toying with the umbrella, laughing and giggling.

  “You gon’ mess around and give us bad luck, Lover, be easy.” He warned jokingly.

  She set the umbrella aside. “I’m not worried about bad luck ‘cause I got my good luck charm right here.” She took her flute from his hand and straddled his lap, taking a sip.

  “Is that a fact?”

  “Uh huh, real life.” They set the flutes aside and went at it, their kissing growing hot and heavy, husky breathing between them. He slid his hands beneath her dress exposing her black thong. Still kissing, she started at his belt buckle, ready to get it cracking. It was about to go down when Tiaz peeled his eyelids open and caught Threat watching them through the rearview mirror.

  “Hold on, baby.We’ve gotta fucking peep freak on our hands.” He grinned and nodded up front. Threat casted his eyes away from the rearview mirror and smiled, diverting his attention back to the road.

  Chevy looked over her shoulder and grinned, sliding off to the side of her boo. They picked their flutes back up and indulged in the bubbly, taking the time out to share a quick peck on the lips.

  Forty five minutes later, Threat was pulling into the parking lot of Raphael’s, an Italian restaurant out in Hollywood on the sunset strip. The place was one of the most elegant and exquisite eating establishments in Los Angeles county. Every one that was anyone in show business had eaten there from Robert De Niro to Morgan Freeman.

  Chevy was in awe when they walked through its large double doors. Its interior was like one of a castle with its cream and gold furniture and fixings. Since Tiaz had made reservations, they were seated right away and ordered their meals.

  Tiaz and Chevy talked about their lives and what they wanted out of a relationship as they waited.

  “I want something real in my life, for once.Ya feel what I’m saying?” He held her hands within his as he rubbed them with his thumbs. “A nigga get tired of chasing these ain’t shit females out here and going through the motions. It comes a time in yo life when you say to yourself enough with the games.”

  “I feel what chu saying. And I’ve never been the type to jump from bed to bed.” She spoke from the heart, watching the sincerity bleed from his eyes. “I’m kind of old fashion. I’ve always been content with dealing with one man.” He nodded his understanding.

  “Chevy, I’m not going to lie to you, I haven’t always been faithfu...”

  “Shhh, uh uh,” she shook her head. “You don’t even have to say it. I know. Your past is your past. What matters now to me is the future that we’re gonna share. That’s all.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive. You just promise me that from this night forth that you’re a one woman man. I am yours and you are mine.”

  “That’s what it is, then.”

  “Fa’sho.” She took a sip of champagne. “Now shall we seal this pact with a kiss?”

  “I thought you’d never ask, Lover.”

  They leaned over the table and their mouths united, marrying into a gentle and loving kiss.

  “Oh, you still here?”

  A loud feminine voice stole Tiaz and Chevy’s attention. Looking over their shoulders they saw a short dark skinned man in a gold turtle neck and a striking cinnamon complexion woman with her dreads pulled back in a bun. The woman was going off on a busty waitress that was holding a bottle of wine.

  The woman with the dreads rolled her neck real ghetto like. “I guess you didn’t hear me. Chop, chop!” She clapped her hands. “Hurry along now, servant, and fetch us another bottle of wine.” She spoke like an 18th century king would to his royal subjects.

  “Constance!” The short man said through gritted teeth, slamming his fist down on the table and rattling the dishes. The noise he made snatched the patrons’ attention away from what they were doing. Seeing that all eyes were on him, he settled down.

  Chevy and Tiaz snickered and turned their attention back to one another. They spent the rest of the night talking, laughing and getting tipsy.

  “Anyway,” Tiaz shook his head at the spectacle that was made. “I want chu to have something.”

  “What?” She smiled brightly, excited about what he had.

  He held up a finger so she would give him a minute as he reached inside of his suit. When he pulled his hand back he was clutching a small velvet box. Chevy’s eyes widen and she cupped her hands to her face.

  “Tiaz, I love you but I think—I think you’re moving just a little too fast, baby.”She spoke with her hand over her left breast.

  He laughed. “Nah, Love, it ain’t what chu think it is. Check it out.” He passed her the velvet box. He took a sip of champagne as he watched her cautiously open it as if it was booby trapped and rigged to explode. She looked up at him as she cracked it open and he gave her a nod like go ahead. Chevy opened the box and met with a platinum and diamond key. The lights inside of the restaurant deflected off of it and it shined in her face. A smile graced her lips and she looked up at him. He was smiling as he used the cloth napkin to wipe his mouth.

  “It’s beautiful baby, but what is it?” She plucked the key from out of the cube and a thin necklace came along with it.

  “Here, let me get that for you.” He stepped around the table and came to her rear, clamping the necklace around her neck. He then kneeled down to her, taking her hands into his own. “As for what it is, it’s a key to my heart.” She blushed and looked down at the floor. With a curled finger he tilted her chin up so that she’d be looking at him. “I want chu to know that as long as you have that...”he pinched the key between his fingers and slightly lifted it. “...that chu will forever have the key that unlocks the door where my heart resides. You’re the only woman on this planet that I want to have that.”

  Her eyes misted and rimmed with tears, threatening to roll down her cheeks if she dared to speak. “Tiaz...” Tears jetted down her face and dripped every so often. “Please, please, don’t fuck with my heart. I can’t take another betrayal by a disloyal man.” Thinking about all of the pain she’d been through with Faison had choked her up. She had difficulty forming the words she wanted to speak. Her mouth was moving but there wasn’t any sound coming out. “I swear to God I’d die. I’d just writher up like a leaf and die.”

  “I won’t Chev’, I promise I won’t.” He held her hands up to his lips and kissed them as he stared up into her eyes. He then rose to his feet picking up a cloth napkin and dabbing the tears from her face. Once he was done, he kissed her lips tenderly and sat back down at the table. The rest of the night they talked and enjoyed their meals as the piano and violins serenaded them.

  Two hours later...

  Tiaz and Chevy came dancing out of the restaurant hand in hand.The music from the estab
lishment playing inside of their heads. Holding on to her hand, he spun her out like a roll of yarn then she spun back into him. He caught her and bent her over his knee, staring into her eyes wearing a smirk that was a replica of her own. They burst out laughing and he pulled her back up.

  “You cold, baby?” he asked, seeing her rubbing her arms. She nodded and he slipped his suit’s jacket off, sliding it over her shoulders. “Here, walk on the inside of the sidewalk beside me.” They changed places, their fingers interlocked with one another’s.

  “Let me find out?” She grinned, boasting those beautiful white teeth of hers.

  “Find out what?” He tried to contain a smile.

  “That you a gentleman.”

  “I’ma gangsta and a gentleman, sweetheart.”

  “That’s how I like ‘em.”

  “There Threat is.” He nodded up ahead, seeing the Maybach pulling out of the parking lot, heading in their direction. Gripping his lady’s hand, he jogged over to the luxurious Benz. His man hopped out and rounded the vehicle, pulling the back passenger side door open. He stood aside and allowed the love birds to climb inside, before slamming it back shut.

  Chevy snuggled under Tiaz and he threw his arm around her. As they locked lips and the car pulled off, her cell phone rang and the screen lit up. Ms. Helen was on the display along with a picture of a tall slender man with a mole beside his nose. He sported a mop of short curly hair and a thin mustache. Hanging on his arm was a short lady with her hair done in a Chinese bang. She had a pointy nose and a dimpled chin.

  Tiaz’s forehead creased with lines as he studied the faces of the young couple.

  “Is that your mother and father?” he asked.

  “Uh huh.” She nodded before answering the call.

  Chevy and Savon had lost their parents at a very young age. One night after coming home early from work from being laid off, Jewel waltz into his bedroom to find his wife being sexed by his best friend. Without saying a word, he closed the door back as it was and headed out into the garage where he kept his gun stashed. He trekked back into the house as cool and as calm as he left and returned to his bedroom. Without warning and with an aching heart, he opened fired on his right-hand man and his soul mate. The thunder that had erupted from his revolver drew his children out into the hallway where they found the dead bodies of their mother and their godfather. Eyes spilling his devastation and grievance, Jewel turned to his children and placed his pistol to his temple.