BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  “Alright.” Tiaz went about the task of rolling up while his road dawg divided the spoils. He was just about to take the first pull when he heard a knock at the door. He passed the blunt to Threat and picked his banger up from the coffeetable. Approaching the door, he yelled out. “Who is it?”

  “Semaj.” The person on the other side of the door answered.

  “It’s Semaj. Put that shit in the bedroom.”

  Threat gathered everything up and took it into the bedroom.

  Tiaz took a glance through the peephole. Once he confirmed it was Semaj, he opened the door and allowed him to enter the hotel room. When he closed and chained the door, Threat returned from the bedroom. He and Tiaz slapped hands with their inside man before he sat down on the couch. Threat took a couple of more puffs of the blunt before passing it back Semaj.

  He took a couple of healthy draws before polluting the air, white smoke wafted around the living room as the crime partners listened to their guest.

  “Smack’s oldest boy plays basketball for UCLA, he’s a big shot point guard. You’ve probably seen him in the papers or on the news, Julian Carr. Real cocky mothafucka, don’t think his shit stank. Anyway, every Saturday night he parlays at this strip club in Hollywood called Sin City. Young nigga be in there popping bottles and throwing money in the air like it fell from out of the sky. Smack is over protective of the boy, he hired this big Mexican dude to be his personal bodyguard. That fat head fucka goes wherever the kid goes, so it’ll be pretty tough to get to junior without him getting in the way.” Semaj gave them the rundown.

  “You gotta address on this clown?” Threat asked.

  “Yeah, I gotta picture of him and the bodyguard, too.” Semaj took the two pictures and a slip of paper with the address on it out of his breastpocket and passed them to Threat.

  Threat looked over the pictures and passed them to Tiaz. “Shit should be a piece of cake.”

  “Like I said, man, your biggest problem will be the bodyguard. From what I hear Butch is one mean motor scooter. Cock sucka is military trained, fam.” Semaj took the blunt from Threat and took a few pulls.

  “I’m not worried about none of that, a couple shots from the ratchet will break his big ass down like a key of dope.”Threat held up his banger then laid it back down on the coffee table.

  “Nah,” Tiaz leaned over and sat the pictures on the coffee table. “We gotta keep things quiet so we won’t draw attention. We’ll go packing them thangs, but we’ll also have a couple of tasers on us, too. I’ll take care of the fat man and you’ll take care of junior. Once I hit his big ass with that taser gun, he’ll fold up like a lawn chair. While he’s lying there pissing his pants, me and you would have been done tossed junior in the trunk and jetted out.”

  “That’s a bet.” Threat gave Tiaz dap. He looked to Semaj. “Yeah, fam, this is most definitely a go.”

  Smack was a big time heroine peddler out of the Bay Area. Rumor had it he was worth twenty million dollars. His money stretched as long as Rosecrans and he had an army of killers at his command. His resources were vast and unlimited, so if he wanted to get a nigga touched or make his wildest dreams come true, he could do so with just the snap of his fucking fingers. Needless to say, Threat and Tiaz were playing with fire when they came up with the idea of snatching his son and sitting on him for a ransom. But if things went how they had planned, they stood to come out on top two million dollars richer.If things went sour, they could find themselves in a hole in the desert wearing matching bullet holes on their foreheads. The job was risky, maybe even suicidal, but since they were teenagers the men had promised one another to either get rich or die trying.

  Once Semaj left, Threat went to the bedroom and got Tiaz’s proceeds from the caper they’d pulled earlier. He handed him two duffle bags, one for him and the other for the cat that had put them onto the lick.

  “Yo, man, after I drop this nigga his shit off I’m headed to the house. You know Chevy barbequing and shit since it’s the fourth of July. We’re gonna have food and drinks, and you know I’ve got that Loud.” He held up the duffle bag that held the pound of Purple Kush. “You should come through, Crimey.”

  “Nah, I think I’ma just relax and put something in the air.”Threat told him. “Probably call Bianca over and freak off with her.”

  “If you change your mind, just pull up.”Tiaz slapped hands with Threat.

  “That’s a bet. Hit me up and let me know you got in safe,” Threat said to Tiaz as he prepared to close the door behind him.

  “Alright,” Tiaz replied, crossing the threshold into the hallway.

  ***

  When Tiaz pulled up to the house Chevy and her family were out in the front yard. They stood around laughing and smiling as Savon and his homeboy danced around a firework that snapped, crackled and popped with bright colors. While Savon and his homeboy danced around the spitting firework, some of the children waved around their Sparklers. Hopping out of the car, Tiaz saw Te’Qui and Baby Wicked lighting firecrackers and Bottle Rockets. Tiaz spotted his girl and walked over kissing Chevy on the lips right before he told her he’d be right back.

  “What’s up?” He passed Kantrell on his way into the house.

  “What’s up, boo?” She cracked a smile, holding a Heineken at her lips.

  “This dick.”He smiled back.

  “We gon’ find out.”

  “Sho’ ya right.” He dipped off into the house where he stashed the duffle bag under the bed until he was able to get into the garage without so many eyes on him.

  He then headed back outside and watched the firework show with Chevy and her family. Once all of the fireworks had been popped, everyone headed back inside of the house. They ate, drunk and talked amongst one another.

  Tiaz went around the room chopping it up with different relatives of Chevy’s, getting to know everyone. Every so often Tiaz would catch Kantrell staring at him. He couldn’t wait to taste her goods again, since that day in the living room they’d been fucking on a regular basis. At first Tiaz felt guilty about stepping out on Chevy with her girl, but Kantrell had a shot of pussy that couldn’t be faded. When she put that pussy on him he’d forgetten all about Chevy. The sex was so good he started hitting her off raw. While Kantrell was falling in love with Tiaz,he was falling in love with her sex.

  Tiaz’ cell vibrated with a text message and he glanced at the screen. It read: I can’t wait for you to blow my back out again.

  Tiaz looked up from the text to see Kantrell staring at him from across the room like she wanted to gobble him up. He smirked and put his cell phone back on his hip.

  The sound of dice being rattled inside of someone’s fist brought his attention over his shoulder. At the kitchen table was Savon, Te’Qui, Baby Wicked and a host of relatives.Tiaz loved a good crap game just as much as any hood nigga, so he couldn’t miss out on the possibility of winning a few dollars. Tiaz was on fire as soon as the dice graced his palm. He was hitting sevens and elevens like they weren’t shit. He was hot. You would have thought that the dice were loaded.

  Once he finally crapped out, he decided to call it a night, especially since he was richer than he was when he started. While everyone else carried on gambling, Tiaz stood at the kitchen sink straightening out his money and counting it.

  “Babe, can you take the trash out for me?” Chevy asked.

  “Yeah, I got it.” Tiaz continued to count his winnings.

  “What chu got for momma?” Chevy asked over his shoulder. Tiaz gave her five hundred dollars of the twenty-five he won shooting craps. “Gimmie a kiss.” He pecked her lips and she headed back over to her friends, stuffing the dead presidents into her bra.

  Tiaz stuffed his grip into his pocket and grabbed the black garbage bag out of the trash can. He had his back to the street when he walked on the side of the house, so he didn’t see the car stop behind him.

  Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He didn’t know why but he felt like someone was watching him. His face twisted
into a frown and he slowly began to turn around to quiet the suspicion. As he did, the car began to roll off but once he fully turned around the car was already gone. He looked from left to right but he didn’t see a soul. He shrugged and continued up the driveway. He opened the lid to a black trashcan and dumped the garbage bag inside of it. He went to turn around and was startled to find a grinning Kantrell behind him.

  “Girl, you scared the hell outta me.” Tiaz’ heart thumped.

  Kantrell giggled and grabbed the bulge in his Levi’s. Her lips pressed against his and she forced him against the house, kissing him hard and sensually. Her hands moved in accord with her thoughts quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Shelicked her palm down the middle with her long tongue. She then dipped her French tipped manicured hand into his Fruit of the Loom boxer-briefs and stroked his thick worm until it stood erect.

  A devilish smile stretched across Tiaz’s face. “Oh, you won’t some of this dick, huh?”

  “Uh huh, mmmm,” she nodded, eying him hungrily as she licked her top lip. Suddenly, she covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hard. Feeling his throbbing dick in her hand was her confirmation that he was down for the quick nut. He roughly threw her around so that her back would be facing him.

  “Spread yo mothafucking legs.” He kicked her legs apart roughly. “Now put cha hands against the side of the house, palms down, goddamn it, right now!” She did as he commanded, loving the authority in his delivery. Violently, he tugged her leggings and panties down. “Now toot cha ass up.” He smacked her buttocks hard as fuck and she tooted that thang up, showing him the entrance to eternal happiness. “Fucking around with chu out here I’m end up getting caught, but this is what chu want, huh?” He looked around making sure no one was watching them. He looked up to the kitchen window and the music was blaring inside. Good, they won’t hear this bitch screaming, he thought. “Is this what chu want, you fucking whore?” He reached around and grabbed her by the throat. Her nostrils flared and veins formed in her temples. She gagged when she spoke.

  “Yes, yes, daddy, fuck me!’ she said, breathing awkwardly.

  “You want this dick bad, huh? Well, that’s what I’ma give to ya.” He stroked his meat vigorously until it reached its full potential, all the while keeping his head on a swivel for any witnesses to what was about to go down. The coast was clear.

  “Ahh, put it in, put it in!’ She gagged and wheezed from his hand clamping her throat. Tiaz licked the tips of his fingers and wet the head of his member. Grabbing his hardness, his slid the head of it up and down her moist slit, watching her juices trickle. Right after her pussy lips was swallowing all of him.

  “Ssssssshit,” Tiaz shut his eyes and threw his head back, his mouth hung slack. “Goddamn, this mothafucka off the hook!” He tucked his bottom lip into his mouth and spread her cheeks apart. He gripped that fat ass of hers and grunted as he laid into her, taking deep thrusts and pulling back and forth. The entire time he watched his meat reach into her depth and slide back out. Her cream lathered his dick and had it looking shampooed.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Kantrell’s eyes were shut and a big smile was plastered across her face. He grasped her by her hair and yanked it back as he plowed into her, not giving a mad ass fuck if she enjoyed it or not.

  “Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” A film of sweat dampened Tiaz’s forehead as he punished Kantrell from behind, causing her ass to jiggle. Watching the ripple that went through her behind made his dick grow harder.

  The buff neck thug could see the veins forming all around his endowment. Kantrell squeezed her internal muscles around his shaft. He released a soft moan when he felt her walls contracted around his stiffness. He then grasped her shoulders firmly and gave her a vicious pounding, tearing into her like a man possessed by a paranormal entity. She was making so much noise.He was glad the music was up loud inside of the house because if it wasn’t for that then everyone would have surely heard her.

  Tiaz was ramming Kantrell from the back as hard and as violently as he could. He wasn’t making love to this woman, he was fucking her.Fucking her like she was some two bit whore off of Figueroa Avenue. He continued to plow into her until he felt a tingling in his loins. Quickly, he whipped his meat out of her and jerked it off toward the ground, his children tatting up the grass.

  “Damn, boo, that hit the spot.” She told him as she turned around, pulling her leggings back upon her.

  “Yeah, that set a nigga straight.” He admitted, stashing his meat back inside of his jeans and zipped them up. When he and Kantrell turned around to head back inside of the house, they found Te’Qui standing before them. The light post on the curb filled out his outlining making him look like a shape in the darkness. He’d been standing there but they didn’t know for how long.

  “Shit, he’s gonna tell Chevy about us?” Kantrell worried.

  Tiaz approached Te’Qui wearing a hard face and glaring down at him. The look the young man wore was one of uncertainty. He couldn’t be too sure of what he’d seen. “What up, lil’ gangsta?” Tiaz dapped him up.

  “I was just coming to tell you that when you let me take over the craps for you I won a hundred and fifty dollars.”

  “You came up on you a lil’ change, huh? What’re you gon’ blow it on?”

  “I wanna buy me a gold chain, but I don’t have nearly enough. Altogether I got $300 dollars with the money my dad gives me for my allowance. But the chain I want from the swap meet costs $800 dollars. I was thinking maybe you could give me the rest.”

  “What makes you think that I have $500 dollars to lay on you?”

  “‘Cause you put in work.”

  “Man, I only make $8.50 an hour at that punk ass job.”

  “I’m not some lil’ stupid kid that doesn’t know what’s going on around him, so don’t try to play me. I know you and your homeboy jack niggaz for grips.”

  Tiaz frowned, wondering how Te’Qui knew what he did for gwap. “What makes you think I’m out here knocking folks over?”

  Te’Qui shrugged and said, “The streets talk. I don’t really believe you work. You don’t have a job, do you?”

  “Nope.” Tiaz gripped his shoulder. “Lil’ homie, you’re too smart for me. Street smarts and book smarts, that’s a lethal combination.One of these days you and ya man Wicked are gonna have this city on smash. Listen, you keep what chu know about what I do to yourself, alright? And I promise I’ma show you a way to get money. You’ll be able to buy that chain quicker than you think.”

  “How, kicking in doors with you and your homeboy?”

  “Nah, you’re too young for that, I’ve got something else in mind. I fucks with chu. You’re my lil’ nigga so I’ma put chu upon a hustle, alright?” He held out his fist.

  “Alright.” Te’Qui gave Tiaz dap and smiled. He couldn’t wait to do whatever he had to do to get a gold chain. Inside of his head, he pictured himself trying different gold chains on at the Swap Meet.

  “Come on, let’s go in the house before your momma comes looking for us.” He draped his arm over Te’Qui’s shoulders and they made for the house.

  “What do we tell Chevy if she asks what we were doing out here?” Kantrell whispered into Tiaz’s ear as he walked off with Te’Qui.

  “Just say we were out her blowing one.” He whispered back.

  Kantrell nodded in agreement.

  “Te’Qui?” A voice called out in the night.

  Te’Qui looked up and saw his father standing out by his truck. His young face lit up and he ran over to him, wrapping his arms around him.

  Faison stared at Tiaz as he embraced his son. Tiaz stared Faison dead in his eyes. He’d never met him before but he’d heard enough about him to know he didn’t like him. Faison broke the embrace from his son and popped the hatch of his Benz truck. He began pulling out different types of fireworks and sitting them on the curb. Seeing this, Kantrell ducked off into the house.

  Moments later, Chevy and her entire family came outside. Savon stood wi
th his goons, bangers at their sides in case any drama jumped off. They went to follow Chevy, but she said something to them that made them stay where they were on the porch. Tiaz fell in step behind Chevy, she tried to wave him back but he wasn’t having it.

  “Faison, what are you doing here?” Chevy asked.

  “What chu mean what am I doing here? I came to pop fireworks with my son.” Faison smiled and winked at his son, continuing to pull the fireworks out thehatch.

  “Faison, I told you to call before you come by here, you can’t just be popping up.” Chevy scolded wearing a frown.

  Faison and Chevy had agreed to set aside their differences for the sake of Te’Qui. They came to an understanding and had thought it would be in their child’s best interest for them to continue co-parenting.

  “I called you six times. I hit your cell and the house phone.” Faison said.

  “Faison, you did not call either of my phones.” Chevy said, pulling her cell phone out of her pink hoodie. She checked the screen of her cell phone and she had six missed calls from Faison.

  “See there, now say you’re sorry,” Faison said, closing the hatch of his truck.

  “Please.”Chevy shot him a get the fuck out of herelook.

  “Dad, you gotta lighter?” Te’Qui asked excitedly as he held a big rocket he was dying to set off. Baby Wicked was standing beside him and they both couldn’t wait to light the rocket and see what it would do.

  Faison reached into his pocket and pulled out a Zippo lighter. He handed the lighter to Te’Qui and he began to set the rocket up to light it.

  “Who’s the guard dog?” Faison asked of Tiaz.

  “Tiaz, this is Faison, Te’Qui’s father. Faison, this is my boyfriend Tiaz.” Chevy made the introductions.

  Tiaz extended his hand and Faison looked at it as if it was dripping piss. Faison then shook his hand, squeezing it as hard as he could. He was looking for him to wince in pain, but he kept a solemn face.

  “‘Sup?” Faison smiled fiendishly.

  “Are you done?” Tiaz asked of him squeezing his hand.