BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  “Daddy loves you, so much,” he swore. “And he’s sorry, terribly, terribly sorry.” He squeezed his eyelids shut and sucked his lips into his mouth. He pulled the trigger and red goo and chunks of brain splattered against the wall beside him. He dropped to the floor like a slinky, leaving his children alone in this sinful world.

  “Alright, baby, good night. Mauh.” Chevy disconnected the call and tucked the cell into her handbag.

  “That was lil’ man, huh?”

  “Yeah, calling to check on me.”

  “That’s good, him looking out for his mom’s and all.”

  “Yeah, that’s my baby.” She smirked, thinking of her baby boy.

  Chevy interlocked her fingers with his and kissed him on the lips twice. She then laid her head on his shoulder. She drifted off to sleep listening to the sounds of the night’s traffic, before dreaming of the wonderful life she’d have with Tiaz.

  Chapter 12

  Threat made his way down the corridor of the west wing of the hospital, trying to be incognito. His disguise was a wig of cornrows and a pair of glasses. He was wearing powder blue scrubs and white sneakers. A forged name badge hang from the breast of his shirt with the name Derwin Crothers scrolled across the bottom of it beneath a picture of himself. He’d shelled out a $150 bucks for the badge and believed it was worth every penny since it was the only way he’d be able to sneak his way into the hospital and blend in with its medical staff.

  Threat had an unfinished job on his hands and he planned on wrapping it up tonight. He couldn’t afford for Ta’shauna to come out of her coma and give Tiaz up to the police. He’d be damned if he’d let his ace go down on the account of his fuck up. Tiaz was what the Italian mobsters would call a standup guy. Even if he was arrested and charged for the attempted murder of Ta’shauna and the murder of Orlando, he wouldn’t mention Threat’s name. Tiaz was a loyal dude and believed in Death before Dishonor.

  Threatstopped by the nurse’s desk and got Ta’shauna’s room number. He’d gotten the information with ease being that he looked like one of the members of the medical staff. Now all he had to do was make the proper arrangements for her to meet her maker. He turned the corner at the end of the corridor and made his way down the hall, sliding his hands into latex gloves. He was nearing Ta’shauna’s room when Faison emerged through the door. He ducked off into a nearby room and placed his back against the door. He looked over his shoulder and found an elderly white lady in bed, eating a Jell-O fruit cup.

  “Excuse me, young man. Do you think I could get a second Jell-O fruit cup?” The elderly white lady held up her tray.

  Threat held a finger to his lips signaling for her to be quiet. He poked his head into the doorway and Faison had just walked past. He waited a few moments more, then poked his head out of the door again. Faison was just turning the corner at the end of the hall. Threat came out of the woman’s room and entered the room Ta’shauna occupied.

  Upon entry, he checked the room to make sure there were no other persons present. The only other person was her roommate who just so happen to be asleep. He drew the curtains over the man’s sleeping quarters and approached his prey’s bed. She was lying in bed in a peaceful coma. He watched as her chest slowly rose and fell as oxygen was being pumped into her lungs. He stepped into her quarters pulling the curtains closed.

  He turned off the heart monitor and approached her bed, smiling sinisterly. He bent Ta’shauna’s breathing tube, cutting off her oxygen. “That’s it. Don’t fight it, sis. Just let it happen, let cha self go,” he said in a hushed tone.

  Hearing someone entering the room, Threat quickly let go of the oxygen tube. Through the slight opening in the curtains, he spotted Faison approaching. He drew the curtains opened and was surprised when he saw a male nurse there. He had two fingers on the inside of her wrist while he stared at his watch, checking her vitals. Once he was done he scribbled something on a clipboard and looked up at Faison, seemingly startled.

  “Oh, hey, how’re you? Just checking her out, making sure she’s okay.” Threat told him, sounding professional than a mothafucka. It was like that nurse’s uniform had transformed him from the thug ass nigga he was.

  “You her nurse now?” Faison’s forehead crinkled as he massaged his chin. “I thought Lakita was.”

  “Oh, Lakita’s out sick.” He capped his pen, sliding it into his breast pocket. “I’ll be attending to her tonight.” He smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Derwin.”

  “Faison.” He shook his hand.

  “Well, I’ll give you some privacy, don’t hesitate to buzz me. I’ll be right at the front desk.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  Faison pulled up a chair to his sister’s bed as Threat was disappearing through the door. He placed Ta’shauna’s hand in his and gently rubbed it. He frowned seeing a deep crease in her breathing tube. He rose to his feet and examined it further. He could tell that someone had intentionally bent it to stop her from getting oxygen. When he looked beside him he saw that the heart monitor was off.

  “Aye, how’s she doing?” A jovial female voice came from his rear, startling him. He whipped around to a nurse in purple scrubs.

  “Lakita?” The crinkles in his forehead deepened. “I thought you were out sick.”

  “No. I just got here.” The skin on her forehead bunched.

  Faison looked from her to the crease in the breathing tube and the black screen of the heart monitor. That’s when things came together and made sense.He made a mad dash toward the door, bumping into Lakita on his way out.

  “Uhhh!” she winced and fell.

  Faison bolted out of the room and into the corridor. He saw Threat bending the corner as he sped walked. He ran after him. Threat looked over his shoulder and saw Faison on his heels, in pursuit. He took off running like he had a pack of wild coyotes snapping at his heels. When Faison made it to the elevators he could see the doors closing together on the elevator that Threat was on board. He watched to see what floor the elevator would stop on. When the letter P flashed he hit the staircase running and jumping down to the landings.

  Boom!

  The door of the first floor of the parking garage flew open when Faison kicked it with all of his might. The door banked off of the wall and Faison spilled out onto the ground. He scanned the parking lot and saw Threat darting toward his car ahead. He pulled his carkeys from his pocket and hit the locks on his truck. He raced over to his truck just as Threat was pulling his car out of the parking stall. He opened the door and grabbed his pistol out of the stash spot inside. He saw the back lights of Threat’s whip as he checked the magazine of his weapon and smacked it back in. He extended the hand that held his gun over the roof of the car parked beside him and took aim. He was just about to finger fuck the trigger when he heard people approachinghim from behind.

  “So, what do you want Subway, Chinese, Mexican?” A cop asked his partner as they stepped off the elevator.

  “I was thinking a pastrami melt from Tam’s.” His partner replied.

  “Tam’s it is then.”

  Fuck, Faison cursed and lowered his pistol. He tucked it in his waistline as he walked back to the elevators. The cops gave him a nod of acknowledgement but he ignored them. He whipped out his cell phone and punched in a number, placing the cell to his ear.

  ***

  Faison stood at the center of the hospital’s waiting room talking to his goons, Bone and Bird. Faison’s eyes were webbed red and glassy. He was pissed off and slapping his hand in his palm as he talked for emphasis. He made sure to make eye contact with each of his goons so his point could get across clearly.

  “This mothafucka got nuts the size of King Kong to come into a hospital and try to murk my baby sister.Either that or the nigga is crazy. He couldn’t have possibly did his research on her ‘cause he would’ve known that I’m her big brother and I ain’t the nigga to be fucking with. But I got something for his punk ass just as soon as I get a hold of ‘em, believe that. Don�
��t nobody play with my family. There are three things you never fuck with when it comes to a man and that’s his money, his pride, and his loved ones.Those are three things that’ll fa’ sho’ ‘nuff get cha monkey ass killed. From now on, I want somebody up here at all times watching my sister. I don’t ever want her alone, under any circumstances. Nigga pulled this shit, so there’s no telling when he’s gonna try to do it again. My intuition tells me it’s the same cat that popped sis’s hubby and put one in her dome. I don’t know what she did to have niggaz on her like this, nor do I give a fuck. I want y’all to put cha ears to the streets. Let niggaz know I’m offering twenty large for any information on the shooter that took the hit on my peoples, alright?” Bird and Bone nodded. They rose from where they were perched and slapped hands with Faison before walking off.

  ***

  “I need to get to that bitch, man. But I know they gon’ have security out the yin yang now that I was caught up there in her room. Fuck!” Threat pounded the steeringwheel with his fist in frustration and leaned his head back against the headrest.

  “Don’t wet it.You said she doesn’t know anything about who hit her or put the hit out on her, right? Well, we’ll wait ‘til they release her from outta the hospital then we’ll do her up real nice. Matter of fact, I’m out now. I’ll take care of her. You fall back and let my second nature serve me. I’ll make sure that gutter snipe ho catches some eternal Zs.”

  “I’m saying, my nigga.You entrusted me with that, so it’s only right I finish what I started.”

  “I appreciate that, but it’s best that I handle this. Revenge is so much sweeter when it’s claimed by the one who was wronged.”

  “I’m just saying...”

  “This conversation is dead. It’s my beef. I’ll go about it how I see fit.”

  “Alright.” Threat digressed, seeing he wasn’t about to win the argument with his partner in crime. He didn’t give a shit what Tiaz was talking about though, if he saw an opening to murder Ta’shauna, he was going to take it.

  “Aye, you think that’s them rolling up right here?” Tiaz asked, nodding at a black Suburban truck with pitch black tints that was driving up. He and Threat slid down in their seats trying not to be seen.

  Threat glanced at the digital clock in the dashboard. It was 9 o’clock at night. The time he was told that Majestic’s carriers would arrive to pick up his trap. “Yeah, that’s most definitely them.”

  Threat and Tiaz watched as the two carriers un-boarded the Suburban. The twosome took a quick scan of the block before entering the yard of a modest home. One of them knocked on the door of the stash house in a coded pattern while the other kept an eye on the street. The eyeslot opened then closed. A moment later they were granted access to the domain. As soon as they walked into the spot, Threat and Tiaz slid on their black shades and pulled the black bandanas up over the lower halves of their faces. Threat pulled a Tec-9 from underneath his seat while Tiaz racked the shotgun that lay on his lap.

  Click! Clack!

  He hopped out of the car andhunched over.Threat got out of the car on his side so he wouldn’t be seen if the carriers happened to come out before they took their places. Stooped over, the duo moved to take their places unseen in the darkness of the night. Tiaz got behind a Honda Tercel and held his weapon up at his shoulders. Threat took up space beside the vehicle the transporters arrived in. Squatting low, he gripped his Tec with both hands and waited for the men to re-emerge.

  The carriers emerged from the house and one of them was carrying a duffle bag. They both had their guns held at their sides and were moving strategically, like a couple of Brink truck guards. Their necks were on swivels as they moved about surveying the avenue. This was the routine every time they picked up the money. The ten years they’d worked for Majestic they’d never had anyone try to rob them, but that didn’t make them slouch or break their routine. They were on point with it at all times because if something were to happen to their boss’s loot it would be their asses.

  A Pinto drove by as the men were en route to their truck. Its headlights illuminated the street and casted Threat’s shadow, revealing where he was hiding on the side of the SUV. The men frowned. The one holding the bag gripped its straps tighter. The other lifted his gun and let it bark just as Threat was rising to his feet, birthing sparks off the Suburban and the gate.

  Threat ducked back down on the side of the vehicle, avoiding the fire of the raging gun. Tiaz shot to his feet and pulled the trigger of his shotgun, it recoiled and let go of a round of pellets. The blast took the cat holding the bagoff of his feet. He fell on his back with his legs going up in the air. His face registered an intensity of pain that couldn’t have been imagined. After dispatching the cat holding the duffle bag, Tiaz ducked back down behind the Honda.

  The transporter that was busting his gun spared a glance at his fallen partner. It was a mistake he would pay for. A thunderous boom came from his left throwing him to the ground and causing him to drop his weapon. Clenching his jaws from the excruciation of his wound, he went to pick up his gun.A bullet went through his cheek, tearing through flesh and shattering the bone in the left side of his face. His head fell slack against the ground. He lay there with his eyes staring off into their corners with his lips apart. Dead!

  Threat lowered his Tec after taking out his target.

  He heard heavy breathing and hurried footsteps coming from his left. When he looked he saw the cat carrying the duffle bag running toward the house. Tiaz braced his shotgun against his shoulder and pull its trigger. The man crashed to the ground along with the bag, causing a few of the stacks to fly into the air. When he went to retrieve the money the door of the stash house flung open and two niggaz with choppas emerged. They cut loose with them thangs, keeping Tiaz and Threat at bay. One of them grabbed the bag of money while the other continued to let his choppa do what it do.

  Police car sirens wailed as they hastily approached.

  Tiaz and Threat met at the side of the Suburban, breathing heavily as they talked.

  “Let’s get the fuck outta here! This shit is botched!” Tiaz told his right-hand.

  “Fuck that! I’m not going nowhere without some of that money!” Threat replied.

  The niggaz with the choppaz retreated back inside of the stash house, slamming the door hard, causing paints chips to sprinkle the porch.

  Tiaz hopped into the car and resurrected its engine while Threat picked up the stacks of money that was lost. He stuffed the money in all of his pockets and darted back to the car. Before he could pull his leg all of the way inside, Tiaz was already burning rubber pulling off.

  ***

  Threat sat at the living room table counting the money from the botched robbery. Once he finished, he lay back in his chair and took a pull from his cigarette.

  “Well, how much do we have?” Tiaz asked from the arm of the couch. He had his arms folded to his chest and was watching Threat count the money as he impatiently tapped his foot.

  Threat blew out a gust of smoke. “Twentygrand.”

  “Fuck! We nearly got our dicks shot off for twenty funky ass bands.”

  “Relax. I got other licks lined up for us. I can’t say they’ll be as sweet, but they’ll be worth our while, feel me?” Threat said, garnering a nod from his right-hand.

  “What chu gon’ tell ya man?” Tiaz asked.

  “The truth. Shit got fucked up and we didn’t end up with jack.”

  “Homie ain’t gon’ be tryna hear that.”

  “He either hears that or hears this.” Threat held up his banger then sat it back down on the table. He dumped Tiaz’s half of the money into a brown paper bag and handed it over to him. “Be ready, nigga.We’re about to take this whole city for everything its worth.” He swore, opening the door to let him out of the house.

  “...And split it all down the middle.” Tiaz dapped up Threat.

  “Sho’ ya right.”

  When Tiaz pulled into the drive way of Chevy’s house he saw Te�
�Qui and Baby Wicked outside slap boxing. He hopped out of the car and came around watching the show as he neared the house. Baby Wicked had a longer reach, so naturally he had the upper hand. But surprisingly, little Te’Qui was holding his own. Tiaz smiled like a proud father watching the youngster defend himself. When he’d first met Te’Qui, he took him as a softy, but he could see now the boy had an edge to him.

  Once the boys were finished slap boxing, they were breathing heavily and smiling. They slapped hands and gave each other props.

  “What’s up, Tiaz?” Te’Qui greeted.

  “What up, Te’Qui?” Tiaz replied.

  “What that shit two, O.G?” Baby Wicked slapped hands with Tiaz after he’d slapped hands with Te’Qui.

  “What are y’all young niggaz up to?” Tiaz asked.

  “We’re about to take it to the store.” Baby Wicked answered. “You want something?”

  “Yeah, get me a bag of Doritos and a lemon Snapple.” Tiaz reached into the brown paper bag and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, which he handed to Te’Qui. “Y’all can split the change.”

  “Thanks, man.” Te’Qui said.

  “Good looking out.” Baby Wicked gave Tiaz dap.

  Baby Wicked picked up his Huffy bike and Te’Qui hopped on the handle bars. Together they rode off onto the sidewalk and down the block.

  When Tiaz came into the house there wasn’t a soul in the living room. He grabbed a Heineken from out of the refrigerator and plopped down on the couch. He turned the flatscreen on and flipped through the channels until he came across a rerun of Breaking Bad. He watched the show while taking swigs from the cold bottle of beer.

  Kantrellemerged from out of the hallway with a tear streaked face. She was startled when she saw Tiaz sitting on the couch. She quickly turned her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Tiaz sat up where he was perched and sat his beer down on the coffee table.