BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  Tiaz pulled into the driveway of Limb’s house and Threat hopped out. He jogged up the steps and knocked on the door. He waited for a while but no one answered. He tried calling but Limb’s cell went straight to voicemail. He peered in the window trying to see inside through the slight opening between the curtains, but he couldn’t make anything out. He went into the backyard. Looking around, he saw the kitchen window was cracked open. He slid the window open and crawled inside.

  Stepping his foot down onto the linoleum, he surveyed his surroundings.

  Threat whipped his banger out from his waistline and journeyed into the living room. The living room had been ransacked just like the kitchen. He stood at the center of the living room calling out Limb’s name. When he didn’t respond, he crept up the steps with his banger held at his shoulder. He snuck down the hallway as stealthy as a burglar and kicked open the door of Limb’s bedroom. Carefully, he entered the bedroom with his banger leading the way. He looked over the bedroom, which was also a mess and saw specs of blood on the headboard. Threat tucked his gun back on his waistline and hurried down the staircase, wiping whatever he touched with the sleeve of his black T-shirt.

  When Threat emerged from the backyard, he saw Tiaz peel off a few dollars and hand them over to a skinny nigga in a Clippers jersey sitting on a miniature motorbike. He stuffed the money into his pocket and sped off down the street. On the back of the kid’s jersey was his name Day Day.

  “What did you find in there?” Tiaz asked Threat once he’d gotten back inside of the car.

  “The place was turned upside down, there was shit everywhere.I went up to his bedroom and there was blood splatter on the headboard.”

  “What that lil’ nigga just told me makes perfect sense, then.”

  “What did he say?” Threat inquired.

  “That he saw a couple of cats leaving here with Limb and he didn’t look like he wanted to go. He said he thinks they beat the shit out of him ‘cause his face was swollen and he had blood on his shirt. He said when he drove by on his bike that Limb gave him a look like please help me. You think this has anything to do with that botched job from the other night?”

  “I doubt it. That nigga Limb always has his hand in some shit.

  There isn’t a cat in the city that doesn’t want a piece of his ass. The only reason niggaz never touched him ‘cause he was connected to Majestic. Somebody with some balls sent them goons over here to snatch Limb up. I’m telling you.”

  “I don’t know, Threat. You don’t think Majestic figured Limb had something to do with setting him up to get hit?” Tiaz asked.

  “Man, hell nah. Any nigga could have sent them niggaz over here to pick his lanky ass up. That fool done fucked over too many people. If you gathered all the people he done screwed over in your yard and threw a rock, you’d hit someone every time. I’m telling you, don’t wet that shit. Let’s go see about getting this check.” Threat laid his head back against the headrest as Tiaz resurrected the Caprice and pulled off.

  ***

  Tiaz and Threat sat slumped in their seats watching the house they were supposed to hit. They’d been parked down the block and across the street observing their surroundings. Dollar signs flashed in their heads as they thought about the spoils that were inside of house. Every so often Tiaz found himself scratching his left palm, which was a good thing to him. When he was a little boy his grandma told him whenever his left palm itched, he had money coming to him. Needless to say he was excited about running up in that thang and making a nigga part with his shit.

  “Fuck taking that broad so long to hit chu up,” Tiaz exclaimed, scratching his left palm.

  The message alert went off on Threat’s cell and he glanced at the screen. “There she go.” He smiled once he read the text. “Alright, she left the front door unlocked. It’s show time.” He pulled on gloves and a neoprene mask over the lower half of his face. He then chambered a round into the head of his banger.

  Tiaz slid on dark shades and tied a blue bandana over the lower half of his face. Once he slipped his hands into a pair of black leather gloves, he removed his banger from the center console. Together they hopped out of the car and hustled up the block, keeping a constant watch for police cruisers and potential snitches.

  ***

  Capone and Bleek sat on the sofa playing Madden. They ate from cartons of Chinese takeout and popped shit at one another whenever one of them scored a touchdown or interception from the other.

  “The score is now 21-7. Call me pops ‘cause I’m whopping that ass.” Capone bragged and boasted after scoring another touchdown. He reached for the ashtray to retrieved his blunt and felt a pile of ashes. He frowned and looked to Bleek.

  “Fuck you looking at, nigga?” Bleek asked off of Capone’s expression.

  “My nigga, if you gon’ smoke it all up you could at least roll another one up. Damn.” Capone cursed and sighed, agitated that all of his weed was gone.

  “Nigga, don’t look at me, I didn’t do that shit.” Bleek said seriously. “You better holla at Silk.”

  “I know that ain’t my nigga Bleek over there snitching?” Silk said from where he sat at the living room table counting up the paper he’d gotten from his girls he managed. In addition to being the dope man, he was also a pimp. “Say it ain’t so, homie.Say it ain’t so.” He took a pull from the roach end of a blunt and blew out a cloud.

  “Ain’t nobody snitching, I just don’t feel like hearing this fool’s mouth. Dude be bitching like a broad and shit.” Bleek stated.

  “Man, fuck you!” Capone waved him off. He then yelled out over his shoulder, “Yo’ where Lexus ass at? I’m tryna get my dick sucked.” He stuck his hand in his jeans, stroking his hardness.

  “You got some money?” Silk questioned. “You the homie and all but chu gotta pay to play, cuz.”

  “I got chu faded, my nigga.” Bleek held up a few wrinkled bills.

  Silk nodded. “She’s in the bathroom getting ready for this gig. Once she’s ready, I’ll have her take care of you then we gon’ bounce.”

  “Cool,” he smiled.

  “Gimmie mine.” Silk waved him over with the hand he held the roach in.

  Bleek paused the game.

  “Aww, come on, man.” Capone complained.

  “Shut up, nigga,” Bleek went to rise from the couch and the door went flying open, as it was assaulted by a brute force.

  Tiaz and Threat stormed inside waving their bangers around at the men present and barking orders. Silk attempted to reach for the .40 cal on the table beside the money, but Tiaz’s menacing eyes and the threats he barked made him think twice.

  “Reach, nigga! Gon’ and reach so I can paint that wall behind you with your fucking brains!” The buff neck thug roared with his gun pointed at Silk’s dome.

  “Alright, man, chill, ain’t nobody reaching for nothing.” Silk raised his hands in surrender.

  Tiaz narrowed his eyes as the man he was spazzing on before his face suddenly became familiar. The Mariner’s S tattooed between his eyes took him to a place sometime ago. That’s when he realized hewas the one in the alley that night he and Threat had gotten caught up in enemy territory. He remembered him busting shots off in the air and ordering his homies to beat their asses inside of that alley nine years ago. When he recalled this, he saw the skinny crip smiling fiendishly as he pissed on him and Threat’s faces. Tiaz’s face balled up and his eyes flashed red with hatred. He looked over his shoulder at Bleek and Capone. They wore old nasty scars on the side of their faces. These were the same mothafuckaz whose faces he’d opened up with the broken glass bottle that very night.

  “This them niggaz from the alley that night.” He alerted Threat.

  “What?” His eyes took a tour of all of the faces present in the room. He was in awe when he realized they were the same dudes. “Yeah, this is them.” He nodded his head with a pair of unforgiving eyes.

  “Awww, cuz, fuck y’all talking about?” Silk looked petrified.He genuinely did
n’t know what the two masked men were talking about. Tiaz yanked the bandana down from the lower half of his face, revealing his identity to the nigga. When he recognized his face, he felt his bowels shift.

  “Oh, you wanna play stupid, bitch!” Tiaz marched over to him, grabbing him by the back of his neck hard. With all of his might, he slammed his face into the table, breaking his nose. When he pulled his head back, blood squirted all over the dead presidents, coating some of the bills red. Seeing he was barely conscious and moaning, he threw him to the floor and looked to Threat. “Tape his monkey ass up!” He pointed down at Silk with his banger. After he was done bounding Capone and Bleek with ducttape, Threat rushed over and bound Silk’s wrists and ankles as well. “Yo, see if there are any garbage bags in the kitchen.” Tiaz told his partner in crime.

  Threat got a black garbage bag out of the kitchen and held it open beside the table. Using the hand he held his banger in, he swept all of the money off of the table into the bag.

  “Alright, where the rest of the gwap at? The coke too ‘cause I know you’re holding.”

  “I ain’t got nothing else, loc, that’s it.” Silklied from where he lay bound on the floor.

  Threat yanked his head back by his ponytail, drawing a shrill from him. He placed his banger by his ear and squeezed the trigger. The roar of the gun set off an eerie siren in his ear. His eyes bugged and the side of his face hit the carpet. “That’s for lying to me.”

  “Freeze, mothafucka, don’t move!” Threat heard Tiaz in his ear. Then there was a scream. He looked and Tiaz had his banger pointed at Lexus, who had her hands up in the air, trembling. “Is there anybody else in the house we don’t know about?” He asked the stripper and she shook her head no. “Where is the rest of the money and yay at?”

  Lexus looked at Silk and he shook his head.

  “Fuck you looking at him for? You hear my nigga talking to you?” Threat asked.

  She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “There are two bricks inside of the couch cushions and about sixty bands in the safe in the master bedroom closet.”

  When she told Threat and Tiaz where the coke and money was stashed, Silk closed his eyes and shook his head. He then pounded his forehead into the carpet, hating he was about to be raped for all he had.

  “Come up off that combo, homeboy.” Tiaz pointed his head bussa at Silk.

  “What?” Silk looked up at him like he’d lost his mothafucking mind, forehead creased with lines.

  “You heard me, you beige mothafucka. Give me the combo to that safe.”

  “I ain’t giving you shit, cuz, you got the wrong one. On the gang.”

  “That’s on the gang, huh? Alright, Gangsta number one.” Tiaz stormed over to him, grabbed him by the back of his neck and lifted his head up. Clenching his jaws so tight that they throbbed, he cracked him over the head with that steel, repeatedly.

  Crack! Crackk! Whackkk! Bwackkkk!

  “Arghhhh!” Silk balled his face so tight that he looked Asian, feeling the heavy blows against his skull. “Alright cuz, alright.”

  Tiaz let his face drop to the carpet and heard a thud. He stood erect gripping his blood stained gun and staring down at his handiwork. He’d cracked the pimp’s head open to the white meat. The mixture of blood and white made his scalp resemble an apple that someone had taken a bite out of.

  After Tiaz’s display of savagery, Silk came up off of that combination to his safe. Once all of the money and drugs was bagged up and accounted for, Threat and Tiaz relieved the foursome of whatever jewelry and paper they had on them.

  “Well, gentlemen, it’s been real.” Tiaz said, waving goodbye with a bag of goods slung over his shoulder.

  Bloc!

  The side of Lexus’s face came apart when Threat sent a hot one through it. She made a loud thud when she hit the floor twitching as if her body was going through slight convulsions. The short killer stood over her with dangerous eyes, popping twice more into her thinking cap. Lights out!

  “Thirsty ass bitch!” Threat spoke down on the corpse of his kill.

  Bleek and Capone exchanged glances, trembling terribly as they were frightened for their lives.

  “Ahh, shit, cuz, these niggaz ‘bout ta kill us.” Capone made an ugly face and tears accumulated in his eyes.

  “Shut up, nigga!” Silk nudged him. “You sounding like a lil’ ol’ bitch, pull yo’ mothafucking thong out cha ass! Be a fucking man!”He snarled.

  Capone shut his mouth and silently whimpered, head and shoulders jerking.

  Tiaz and Threat looked down upon him with pity. It was hard to believe those were the same niggaz that were popping all of that shit in the alley many moons ago.

  “If y’all gone kill us, cuz, gon’ and handle yo’ business.” Silk glared up at Tiaz gritting his teeth. “Get the shit over with.” He sucked his teeth and spat off to the side, ready to meet his demise.

  Tiaz nodded to Threat. “Cash these niggaz out, Crim.” Gunfire erupted and the living room was lit up by muzzle flashes. The noise was loud and disgruntled. When the firing ceased, smoke rose in the air and evaporated. For a time, the two men stood side by side taking in the mess they’d created.

  “Come on, let’s get out here.” Threat nudged Tiaz and they made their exit.

  Two hours later...

  “I gotta job!” Tiaz came into the house, wearing a smile.

  “Where at?” Chevy asked, giving him a hug.

  “DHL,” he lied. “It’s data entree. I start tomorrow afternoon. The pay isn’t much, but it’s a start.”

  “Boo, I’m so happy for you.” She gave him a kiss and a hug. “We’ve gotta go out to celebrate.”

  “Where is Te’Qui?”

  “He’s at Brice’s house.” She reported, staring into his eyes lovingly. “I was thinking you and I could paint the town red.”

  “I was thinking orange and blue.” His lips curled at one end as he stared into her face.

  “Which ever colors you want, my King.”

  “Alright then, Queen.” He kissed her lips twice, then licked his own. “Mmmm, you taste like a peach.” He commented on the flavor of her lip gloss after breaking their embrace.

  “Those aren’t the only lips that taste like a peach.” She capped, causing a smile to blossom on his face.

  “I hear that fly shit, boo, gon’ with yo’ bad self.” He smacked her on the ass.

  “Let me find something to wear and hop into the shower.”

  Once Chevy had gone into the bathroom, Tiaz opened the frontdoor and grabbed the duffle bag that held his half of the money and bricks. He took a quick peer inside to make sure everything was accounted for and carried the bag off into the garage. He peeled the tape off of a box labeled X-Mas decorations and hid the two bricks inside. He then sealed the box back with the tape. He peeled the tape off of a box labeled old books and stashed his half of the money at the bottom of it. Once he’d sealed the box back with tape, he left the garage.

  ***

  Faison sat in the center row inside of the home theater room of his home. After sucking on the end of the world’s biggest blunt, he slightly parted his lips to allow the smoke to whip around inside of his mouth like the tentacles of an angry octopus before releasing it in a steady stream into the air. His lefthand held tight to the chain that hung from around his neck and his thumb fondled it as he thought about his sister. Every moment of every day he thought about what he’d do to the bastard that had shot her and left her in a coma fighting for her life. He contemplated what he’d do when he finally caught up with the cock sucker.He didn’t know whether he’d execute him and get it over with or strap him into a chair in the basement of an abandoned house and torture him hours upon hours until he begged for mercy in the form of a .40 caliber slug. The thought of finally getting Ta’shauna’s shooter in his clutches made Faison’s dick hard. He thought he felt himself about to cum hearing the man’s horrified screams inside of his head as he tortured him mercilessly.

  When Bone en
tered the theater, Faison didn’t bother taking his focus off the big screen. He continued smoking his overgrownblunt and enjoying the 80s film that played. Bone stopped in the aisle for a moment watching Arnold bowl through an army of mobsters with a machinegun. He then approached Faison and sat down beside him, blowing hard before he delivered the bad news.

  “Bossman, it’s as dry as the Sahara out there.Don’t nobody know nothing. We put the muscle on cats and... ”

  “I’m not tryna hear any excuses, Bone. I pay you and Bird good money to handle my business out there, so I expect results. If y’all can’t do the job then I’ll find a couple of niggaz that can. Now, can you or can’t you find the bitch made ass nigga that popped my baby sister?”

  “Bossman, I’m trying. It’s just that...”

  “It’s a simple yes or noquestion, Bone.” Faison interjected.

  Bone blew hard and took a moment before replying. “Look, me and Bird are gonna...”

  Faison closed his eyes and raised the hand he held the blunt in, silencing Bone. He was pissed off but he had love for the old school gangster, which was why he didn’t pop fly out the mouth. “You know what, Bone. I don’t want to see your face nor Bird’s right now. Y’all niggaz take it home, fam. I’ll call you when I need you. You’re dismissed.”

  Bone glared at Faison and bit down on his bottom lip. He started to crack him in his jaw, but decided to let it slide. He didn’t need nor did he want a beef with him. Bone stood to his feet and walked away. He stopped in the aisle for a moment and looked at Faison before continuing out of the theater.

  Chapter 14

  Meanwhile on the other side of the city in a seedy motel...

  “Alright. We got fifty-five bands, four bricks of yay and two pounds of that Purple.” Threat pointed to everything they’d come up on when they hit a dopeman’s house earlier that night.

  “Damn, Crim, you can smell this shit through the bag.” Tiaz claimed after smelling the freezer bag the Kush was concealed in.

  “That’s how you know that’s that killer.Roll up.”