BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  Tiaz was talking about the four kilos of coke that he had left from a caper he and Threat pulled. He’d been sitting on them for a minute looking to find someone that would take them off of his hands. When he couldn’t find someone to cop the keys from him, he put the word out to his homies that he was offering a finder’s fee for anyone that could find him a buyer.

  About an hour ago he’d gotten a call from one of his homie’s saying that they’d found a buyer. He shot him the buyer’s phone number and he hit the cat’s line. They agreed to meet up at a discreet location with one other person to make the exchange.

  Tiaz was well aware of how Kantrell’s father had taught her how to defend herself with her fists and firearms. Since Threat had other business he had to attend to that day, he enlisted her on the drop he was to make that night. Tiaz would feel comfortable with her watching his back in case shit popped off. While he was in prison he’d heard stories about the hit man known as Casper. His murder game was official and his work would have his name on the tongues of everyone in the underworld. Once thought as a myth, the assassin known as Casper would now forever be remembered as a legend.

  “But anyway, nigga, I’ma get back with chu once I’m on my way back from this drop. Alright, peace.” He hung up the telephone and went on to smoke his blunt, watching Love and HipHop.

  Hearing keys at the frontdoor, he looked over his shoulder at the door. He pulled his banger close and placed his finger on the trigger. The frontdoor opened and Te’Qui and Baby Wicked came inside. Baby Wicked followed him into the kitchen and filled a Ziploc bag full of ice. Te’Qui sat down at the table rubbing the lump that had formed on the side of his head. When he was handed the Ziploc bag of ice, he held it to the knot on the side of his head.

  “Fuck happened to y’all?” Tiaz frowned, coming from around the couch.

  Baby Wicked looked to Te’Qui and he shook his head. “Te’Qui, fell off the handlebars of my bike and bumped his head.”

  “Oh, okay,” Tiaz nodded. He then snapped his fingers and flexed them.

  Te’Qui reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of money. He plucked out a few bills and handed them to Tiaz. Tiaz’cell phone’s alert went off and he checked his messages. He then put the cell phone back on his hip and looked back up. “I’m outta here.You young niggaz stay up.” He dapped the young niggaz up.

  Once he was gone, Te’Qui emptied his pockets out on the kitchen table and began counting the money he’d made from the day’s hustling. Baby Wicked sat down in the chair beside him to help him count. Once the count was done, they realized that they only had enough money for one chain.

  “What do you think we should do now?” Te’Quiasked.

  “We get back out there and get the rest of the money for another chain.” Baby Wicked told him.

  “You heard what them niggaz said, they’re gon’ body us the next time they catch us out there.” Te’Qui lay back in his chair, holding the ice bag to his head.

  “Fuck them. Yeah, they caught me slipping, but next time I’m thumping on any nigga that step to us that ain’t looking to cop.” Baby Wicked assured him. “Besides, if one of us gotta chain, then the other should have one, too. We homies, we should shine together. All we need is $400 dollars mo’ and we can call it quits. Look, I’ma ‘bout to go to the house, you good?” Te’Qui nodded and slapped hands with his homie before he left.

  ***

  He sat up in bed half naked smoking the roach end of a blunt as his eyes watched her curiously. Her clothes and shoes were strewn on the floor and bed. She’d been rummaging through the drawers trying to find the right thing to wear that day. She settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a T-shirt.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Kantrell jumped around trying to fit that big old booty of hers into the jeans. She fell back onto the bed. Holding her legs up and pulling on the loops, she finally managed to get herself in them. She bounced back upon her feet and buttoned the jeans, zipping them up. She then slipped on her socks and grabbed her Nike Dunks.

  “Where are you goin’?” he asked.

  “Out?” She responded simply.

  “I’m know that. Where?”

  She rolled her eyes as she laced up her sneakers. “Who are you? My P.O?”

  “Fuck you think you talkin’ to?”

  She looked over her shoulder. “Yo ass!” She went to lace up her other sneaker. He snatched the roach from out of his mouth and yanked her head back, drawing a howl of pain from her lips. She grimaced and yanked away violently, leaving strands of hair between his fingers. He looked to the hair in his palm and she felt the back of her scalp, wincing. She looked to her hand and it was bloody.

  “Mothafucka, no you didn’t!” She looked at him like I can’t believe you did that shit.

  “Yes, I did.” He mashed what was left of the L out in the ashtray. Jumping to his feet, he hastily approached her asshole naked and dick swinging. He cracked his marred knuckles about to beat the brakes off of that ass. “You gon’ learn today, bitch!”

  “Yo’ ass is gon’ learn, nucca.” She pulled open the top drawer and drew her piece, a nickel plated .32. He raised his fist to knock fire from her and she pointed that little fucka right between his eyes.

  “Fuck you gon’ do with that?” He grumbled.

  “This...”

  Pow!

  “Arghhh!”

  She shot over his left shoulder, knicking his earlobe. He doubled over frowning and holding his ear, hearing the weird siren blaring in his head.

  “March cho’ punk ass up outta my spot or the next one giving you a disectomy.” She lowered the small pistol at his family jewels. He looked up at her with clenched jaws, holding his ear. Veins were at his temples and his face was rose pedal red, he wanted to kill that bitch, but she had him in a bad way.

  He went to pick up his jeans and she shot at his foot causing him to jump back. “What the fuck, man?” He hollered.

  “Nah, leave as you are.”

  “What?”

  “What?” She mocked him, clutching the weapon with both hands. “You heard me, waltz yo monkey ass outta here, just like that.”

  “You gotta be shittin’ me.” His brows mushed together.

  “Am I?” She looked him dead in his eyes, unflinching. From that look he knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to send him to a place where evil dewelled for all of eternity.

  He twisted his lips and turned around. She escorted him to the front at gunpoint, opening the door.

  “You ain’t gon’ get away with this shit, bitch.” He glared at her as he crossed the threshold, the blinding white light of the sun swallowing him. She slammed the door and locked it. Fuck him, she thought as she went back to getting dressed.

  ***

  Tiaz coasted Kantrell’s silver droptop Beemer up the freeway, while she played the passenger seat. Kantrell listened to 2pac’s Me and my Girlfriend as she rolled a blunt.

  Her hair flowed in the air as the wind combed through it. Her long legs stretched out and rested on the windowsill, leaving her manicured feet to feel the cool breeze outside. Kantrell put fire to the end of the blunt and took a few drags. She blew smoke into the air and leaned over to Tiaz, putting the blunt between his lips. He took a couple of pulls from the L. He was in the middle of blowing the smoke from between his lips when Kantrellturned him to face her. She covered his mouth with hers and kissed him sensually. She then pulled away and blew the smoke that he had trapped in his mouth out of hers. She kissed him once more on the lips and turned around in her seat, continuing to smoke the blunt.

  Tiaz glanced at the mixed beauty as he drove up the freeway. She’d been begging him to kick Chevy to the curb and let her be his number one. She claimed to have mad love for him and would hold him down no matter what. Kantrell wanted to be his Ride or die bitch at any cost, even if it meant losing Chevy’s friendship.

  She was hung up on Tiaz and getting dicked down every now and again wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to be the one he camehome t
o, the one he confided in, the one he called wifey. She wanted to be able to call him her man and for it to really be true.

  Kantrell told Tiaz with her he could be who he really was. He didn’t have to front like he was going to work every day when he was really kicking in nigga’s doors. She didn’t care that he was out there thugging just as long as he was hers.

  Tiaz thought what Kantrell was saying sounded damn good, but he already had a rider on his team. Chevy had been there for him while he was locked up and when he had touched down. She ironed his clothes, cooked, cleaned, encouraged him to follow his dreams, rubbed his back and fucked him unconscious. Chevy treated him as if he was royalty.She truly knew how to make a man feel like a man. The only problem was she wouldn’t be down to be his thug misses. There was no way that she’d support his lifestyle. She told him that she made Te’Qui’s father quit the game before she agreed to marry him. So there was no way she was going to allow him to do his thing and still be with her.

  Kantrell on the other hand was down with whatever. He told her his getdown and what he was about. She went with whatever he wanted to do and didn’t ask any questions. She was a soldier no doubt, but he had to question her loyalty. How devoted to him could she be if she was willing to step out with her best friend’s man?

  Tiaz knew he was wrong for fucking around with Kantrell as well, but he reasoned it was different because he was a man. A man was expected to fuck around with an abundance of women. He believed it was in a man’s nature to have more than one woman, so it was okay if he got himself a little something on the side just as long as he took care of home.

  Tiaz wasn’t for sure if he was going to put Kantrell down on the team just yet. He had to feel her out and see where her head was. For now he was going to use her as a pawn on the chessboard that was his life. If she proved to be worthy, then maybe he’d consider her request.

  Tiaz exited the freeway and pulled over to the side of the road. He turned the stereo down and turned to Kantrell. “Listen, for all I know I could be walking into a setup. I don’t know this nigga from a hole in the wall. He could be looking to pop me and take this work. Some real gangsta shit could go down once we get in here. I need to know that you’re about this life. You say you wanna be my ride or die well, this is your time to show me something, feel me?”

  “I told you I got chu, boo. I don’t even know why you’re tripping. I’m that bitch you need on your team, down to ride to the very end, just like Pac said.”

  Tiaz placed his hand over Kantrell’s left breast and felt for her heart beat. The pace of her love muscle was calm and steady. She wasn’t scared. She was really with it like she’d claimed.

  Tiaz popped the trunk and removed something wrapped in a sheet. He hopped back behind the wheel and handed Kantrell the thing that was wrapped in the sheet. Tiaz pulled away from the curb and back into traffic. Kantrell removed the sheet from the object it was concealing and revealed an AK-47. She checked the banana clip to make sure it was full then smacked it back into the weapon, cocking the hammer on it. The choppa was cocked, locked and ready and so was she.

  Night had staked its claim over the streets when Tiaz drove into the deserted underground parking garage of the Hawthorne Mall. The ground of the garage was covered in loose trash and splinters of wood. The shopping center was empty and had been abandoned for the past fourteen years. It was the perfect place to make an illegal transaction. There weren’t any eyes or surveillance cameras around to witness the exchange.

  Tiaz turned the Beemer around and parked at the center of the parking garage. He executed the engine and headlights then lay back in the seat. He pulled his banger from under the driver seat, chambered a round into its head and tucked it into his waistline. He then picked the duffle bag up from the floor of the backseat and brought it up front. He unzipped the duffle bag and made sure the bricks were still inside then zipped it back up.

  “Is that them?” Kantrell nodded toward the windshield at a Buick Regal that had just rolled into the underground parking garage.

  “Yeah, I think so.” Tiaz flashed the headlights twice so that the Buick Regal would know where to come. As the Buick Regal approached, he hopped out of the car toting the duffle bag. He stood out in front of the Beemer. The Buick Regal stopped a few feet away and its headlights cut off.

  For a time everything was quiet and still. All that could be heard was the night’s traffic and an airplane flying above. Kantrell sat up in her seat and gripped the AK-47, ready to be the cause of someone’s death if a threat was posed. She chewed on bubble gum and watched the Buick Regal closely through her designer shades.

  The driver side door of the Buick Regal opened and Bone stepped out wearing a bulletproof vest. He walked to the back passenger door and pulled it ajar. A Versace loafer stepped out, a jeweled hand grasped the door and a husky body pulled its self into view. Bone closed the door and the husky man advanced in Tiaz’ direction. Each stepthe husky man took towardthe muscle bound thug exposed more of his facial features until his identity was revealed. Seeing Faison made Tiaz’ face contort into a mask of hatred. His hand slowly moved toward the banger on his waistline.

  “This doesn’t have to get bloody unless you insist.” Faison spoke with a calm voice.

  Tiaz calmed down and dropped his hand to his side. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “What the fuck do you want?” he asked.

  “What I want is for you to stay away from my family. They’re mine.”Faison scowled. “Pack your things and crawl back into whatever hole in the ground you crawled out of.”

  “And if I don’t?” Tiaz asked.

  “Then I’m going to put chu and everyone you love into the fucking ground!” Faison barked like an old angry dog.

  “You may as well get used to me, homie, ‘cause I’ma continue to be a father to your boy and I’ma keep dropping this seven inch bone off in your baby momma, feel me?” Tiaz grabbed the bulge in his jeans and smiled wickedly.

  “Feel this!” Faison whipped out his banger and pointed it at his forehead. At the same time Tiaz whipped out his and pointed it at Faison’s forehead.

  Kantrell drew a bead on Bone with the AK-47 and Bone drew a bead on her with his banger. Tiaz glanced down at his chest and saw a red dot at the center of it. He looked up and saw that it came from Bird. He was standing in the sunroof of the Buick aiming an M-16 equipped with an infrared laser and scope. The youngster had the assault rifle trained on Tiaz’ heart and was ready to give the trigger a squeeze.

  “Drop your strap!” Faison ordered. “You’re out gunned!”

  “I’m not dropping shit.We can all be some dead mothafuckaz tonight!” Tiaz shot back.

  Faison could see in his eyes that he was serious about dying at that moment. He didn’t see any fear in him or hear an unsteady voice when he spoke. Fasion was willing to do whatever he had to do to get rid of the brazen goon, but he didn’t want to sacrifice himself in the process. The plan was to make him a memory so that he could get back with his family. He couldn’t get back with his family if he was dead. Faison took his banger from Tiaz’ forehead and placed its hammer back in place. Once he’d fallen back, the red dot disappeared from the thug’s chest and Bone lowered his gun to his side. Tiaz lowered his banger to his side and signaled for Kantrell to lower hers.

  “Alright, kamikaze, you win this one.” Faison told him. “Tonight relish in your victory, but know this, I will have my woman and my son back, whether it’s over your dead body or another’s. That’s a promise.” He swore.

  Tiaz leaned forth and whispered into Faison’s ear. “I’ll try to remember that while your bitch slobs on the end of my dick tonight.” He stood erect and smiled fiendishly at Faison who mad dogged him. He looked from the drug dealer to his henchmen. “You gentlemen have a nice night,” He waved his middle finger. Tiaz hopped back into the Beemer and pulled off under the watchful eyes of Faison and his henchmen.

  “All of this over some pussy? Chevy must have some bomb between them thighs
.” Kantrell exclaimed. She snuggled back into the seat and put fire to the other half of the blunt. She took a few pulls and expelled smoke from her mouth. “You think he noticed it was me back there? The last thing I want him to do is run back and tell Chevy.”

  “I don’t think so.He would have said something, then.” Tiaz assured.

  “Cool,” she nodded.

  “On another note, you handled your business out there, kid. I’m proud of you.”

  “I told you I’d do the damn thang.”

  Tiaz nodded. “That’s what’s up. Well, the night is still young and we’re still holding these bricks. I’m tryna come up.Are you down?” He held out his fist.

  “I got cho back.” Kantrell dapped him up.

  Chapter 17

  Juvie rolled through the streets in his Dodge Charger R/T. He pulled to a red stoplight and hung his diamond flooded Audemar out of the window.The illumination of the light post bounced off the face of the expensive watch and casted a pretty rainbow.

  The red light turned green and he drove on. One hand steered his vehicle while the other held the lighter that lit the blunt dangling from between his full, black lips. He took a few more pulls from the blunt and then blew out a roar of white smoke. After two more pulls, he passed the blunt off to Threat who was sitting in the passenger seat watching the streets pass him by in colorful blurs.

  “So, how do you like working for Don Juan?” he asked.

  Threat nodded as he brought the blunt to his lips. He took a pull from the blunt and expelled smoke. “It’s cool, real cool. A nigga eating. I got my own spot, my own whip, jeweled out.” He separated the iced out bust of Martin Luther King that hung from his neck and the iced out name tag that spelled out Threat in cursive.

  “Don says you’re an official nigga. I used to hear all about how you and ya boy Tiaz was busting fools heads when I was in middle school.”

  “That’s what’s up.” Threat passed the blunt back and brushed the ashes from off his Trukfit shirt. Murder was a touchy subject and he for damn sure wasn’t about to discuss the dirt he’d done in the trenches. Fuck did he look like?