BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  “Yo man, I’ma stop at this deli up here and get me something to eat. I’m as hungry as a hostage.”

  Threat glanced at the digital clock in the dashboard to see if they had enough time to stop to get something eat. It was 7:43 PM. They didn’t have to make the exchange until 8:30 so it was all good.

  “Cool. I’m kinda hungry myself.”

  “Here we go.” Juvie acknowledged the deli through the windshield. He pulled over and executed the engine. He and Threat hopped out of the truck and headed for the deli.

  When they stepped into the establishment, the bell hanging over the door rang. The short young man standing behind the counter in a hairnet and apron lifted his head from the Don Diva magazine he was reading and tossed it onto the seat of a chair.

  “What’s cracking, Juvie?” The young man slapped hands with him when he approached the counter. He greeted Threat and slapped hands with him, too.

  “I can’t call it, homie.” Juvie replied as he and Threat looked over the fine slices of cold cuts and cheeses that were behind the glass. “Hook us up with a couple of sandwiches, Lil’ Stan. I’ll have my usual and get my man here whatever he wants.”

  “Alright,” Lil’Stan replied, slipping his hands into plastic gloves. He made Juvie’s usual and prepared the sandwich that Threat desired. He placed the sandwiches into separate bags along with a can of soda and a bag of potato chips.

  When Threat went to reach for his bag, Lil’ Stan stuck a gun into face. The face the youngster mustered made the short killer throw his hands up in the air.

  “What is this all about?” Threat frowned.

  “You’re about to find out?” Juvie approached with a gun at the back of his head. He’d just locked the door and turned the open sign over to the we’re closed side.

  “Follow me, there’s something I wanna show you.” Lil’Stan motioned for him to follow along with his gun. He opened the door and walked into the back room, followed by Threat and Juvie. Juvie came in behind them and locked the door.

  Threat’s mind was temporarily taken off of the cold steel pointed at his face when he saw the sight suspended before him. Jaquez was chained to the ceiling butt naked with a gag in his mouth. His body was covered with cuts and bruises and his face was so swollen that you’d have thought he was bitten by a poisonous snake. From the looks of him, Threat could tell that someone had put in over time beating the living shit out of him.

  “Fuck is this?” Threat looked to Juvie who was eating his hero sandwich.

  He ignored him and approached Jaquez. He walked around him as he took bites out of his sandwich, eying him with an expression of disgust. Jaquez’ head turned as far as it could as he tried to follow Juvie, in fear of what he might do to him next.Jaquez’ arms and legs trembled and he pissed on the floor, expanding the puddle of yellow fluid below him.

  “A snake’s punishment! Dirty mothafucka!” In a rage, he threw the hero sandwich at Jaquez’ head and it came apart, scattering lettuce, tomatoes, turkey and cheese everywhere.

  The side door came swinging open. A moment later Don Juan came out gripping a machete and kicking a battered Boxy out through the door. Boxy’s husky, naked body came crashing onto the floor. His mouth was gagged and his wrists were bound with ducttape. His face as well as his entire upper body was bloody and covered with cuts.

  “Young niggaz was tryna rob me, Threat, him and Boxy.” Don Juan finally spoke. “All of the shit that I’ve done for these niggaz.Putting clothes on their backs, food in their bellies, raising them as if I was the cat that skeeted them inside of their mommas. Can you believe these bitch ass niggaz? When I caught wind of the shit, the first thing I thought was that chu put‘em up to it. But bitch boy here,” he smacked Jaquez’ ass, “said you didn’t have anything to do with it. I mean, you can’t blame me for thinking so, the idea wasn’t too far fetched. You do have a history of sticking cats up. You and I have been homies for a long time, Threat, but I give every man a reasonable doubt. You can’t put shit past a nigga. Trust no man is what I always say. I’m sure you’d agree.” He spat on Boxy and approached Jaquez. “Do you have anything to say before I send you to The Most High?” He pulled the gag down from Jaquez’ mouth and listened to what he had to say.

  “It wasn’t me, man! It was Boxy!” Jaquez told him. “He cameup with the plan to rob you. He made me...”

  A punch to the gut knocked the wind out of Jaquez and caused him to grimace. “I ain’t even tryna hear that bullshit, bruh. You’re a grown ass man, can’t nobody get chu do shit you don’t want to do. I know you, Jaquez.You do whatever Boxy tells you to do! You’d probably suck his dick if he suggested it. You’re a weak ass nigga, Crim, and it just cost you your life.”

  In one last desperate attempt, Jaquez screamed at the top of his lungs. “Pleeeeease, somebody help me!”

  Another punch to the gut silenced him and caused his head to drop in pain. Don Juan placed his hand over Jaquez’ mouth, muffling any more attempts at screaming. Jaquez’ eyes bugged as the machete came into play.

  The light in the ceiling bounced off the blade and caused it to twinkle. Don Juan drove the machete through the bottom of Jaquez’ chin and it came out through the top of his skull. His eyes crossed and came undone once he gave his last breath. Don Juan pulled his machete out of his head and removed his hand from his mouth. Jaquez’ head hung and his chin touched his chest, sending a red river spilling down his torso.

  As Don Juan approached Boxy he brought his naked body to its knees. Boxy stared Don Juan dead in his eyes. He wasn’t afraid to die. “You got heart, my young nigga, that’s what I always liked about chu. You could have been my number two, but all that potential is going to waste.” He planted his sneaker on Boxy’s shoulder and gripped the machete with both hands. Using all of his might, he brought the machete down, burying it deep into his thick skull. When the machete met Boxy’s head, it made a thock sound.

  Specs of blood hit Don Juan’s Miskeen T-shirt, but he didn’t pay it any mind. With two strong tugs he was able to free the machete from the youngster’s head. Once he’d recovered it, he hacked away at his hide until he was bloody and exhausted. When he was done he stabbed the machete into his chest and looked to Threat, wiping his face with the inside of his shirt. “Gon’ and bounce, my nigga. I’ll get up with chu later. Juvie, give‘em his piece back.”

  H egave Threat his banger back and he tucked it into his waistline. He opened the door and was about to go through it when Don Juan called him back, prompting him to turn around. “You and that nigga Tiaz lay off of my people. If you wanna rob niggaz cool, do your thang. But my customers are off limits.” Threat didn’t say a word, he continued out of the room. Though he didn’t reply to what he’d been told, the hustler knew he’d gotten the message loud and clear.

  A few hours later...

  “Don Juan has been on to us, he knows we’ve been hitting his buyers and the cats he’s connected with.” Threat spoke from the kitchen table where he was focused on cleaning his banger.

  “How do you think he found out?” Tiaz asked from where he sat on the kitchen sink.

  “Shit, I don’t know, probably been having someone follow us.Hard to say,” Threat answered.

  “I take it this means you’re not tryna go through with this whole ransom thing.” Tiaz looked at him like nigga, you better not say yes.

  “What?” Threat shot his brother from another a funny look. “I don’t give a fuck what Don Juan talking about. This is how I’m eating. That mothafucka is not paying my bills.To hell with him. Shit, if these cats we hitting can get got, then his prettyass can, too. Nigga play Superman and get the Kryptonite.” He pointed the unloaded banger at Tiaz then went back to cleaning it. “Feel me?”

  The buff neck thug laughed. “That’s my goon.That’s the Threat that I know. Fuck all of these niggaz, if they aren’t with us than they’re against us. And if they’re against us, then they’re meeting gunfire.”

  “You mothafucking right.” Threat agr
eed.

  Chapter 18

  The next night

  A black Mercedes Benz pulled in front of a night club. The vallet, a young brother in a red vest, came to the driver side and opened the door. Threat stepped out of the whip, one crocodile skin Stacy Adams shoe at a time. When he pulled himself into view, he was decked out in an apple-jack and a navy blue sweater vest, which he wore over a button-down and tie. On his wrist was a gold Michael Kors watch. It was simple, yet classy. Smoothly and with a flick of his wrist, he slipped the vallet the crisp folded $50 dollar bill in his palm.

  Threat went around to the passenger side door and pulled it ajar. He held out his mitt and a feminine hand grasped it. Threat pulled the hand into him and a thick vixen stepped her red and silver spiked Christian Louboutin heel onto the curb. She brought herself into plain sight and the people standing on line turned their heads in awe. Her eyes were hidden behind black shades and her thick lips were covered by flaming red lipstick. Bianca’s chunky frame was hugged by a red jumpsuit with silver spiked shoulders and a silver chain that stretched across her huge melon breasts. She held a matching handbag in her hand.

  Tiaz hopped out of the backseat and walked around to the sidewalk to open the door for Chevy. He kept it gangster in a white blazer, which he wore over a white OBEY T-shirt with an image of a gray tiger on it, white Levi’s and low-top gray All-Star Chuck Taylor Converses. Stepping upon the curb, Tiaz opened the door for his lady and stood aside.

  All eyes were on Chevy when she emerged from the backseat of the luxury vehicle. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and her shapely figure filled out an off white Christian Dior dress with the back out. On her feet were gladiator sandals of the same designer. Diamond looped earrings graced her earlobes and three white gold and diamond bangles decorated her wrists. She took Tiaz under his arm and they assembled with Threat and Bianca.

  A few feet down from the entrance of the club sat a sixty-five year old man who looked every bit of his age. He wore a porkpie hat, shades and a short sleeve black button-down shirt with beige stripes on both sides. On his lap sat a guitar that he played with expertise as he sung the lyrics to a song about heroin.

  He told a tale about how heroin had pimped him and took him for everything he had. And she’d left him alone with an aching belly and empty pockets. An open guitar case sat at the old man’s feet. Inside there were bills of all denominations and even a few coins.

  As the old man wailed his guitar and crooned, Chevy pulled out a few dollars and dropped them into his guitar case. The old man finished his song and the last wails of his guitar. He got applause from Chevy and the people standing in line to get into the club. He held his hat slightly above his head, smiled and thanked Chevy for the money she’d dropped into his guitar case.

  Tiaz, Threat and the girls continued toward the entrance of the club. They bypassed the people standing in line, drawing stares and whispers. They stopped before a pale skinned bouncer with a thin goatee. He was a tall man with a wrestler’s physique dressed in a black turtleneck and matching blazer. His demeanor came off as fuck with me and get your ass stomped out.

  “Are you folks on the guest list?” The bouncer asked, looking over the clipboard.

  “Yeah,” Threat answered.

  “Name?”

  “Benjamin Franklin.” He sat a $100 dollar bill on the clipboard.

  “Right this way, Mr. Franklin.” The bouncer stuffed the $100 dollar bill into his pocket with a grateful smile, unhooking the velvet rope. He stepped aside and allowed the quartet to enter.

  As soon as the quartet crossed the threshold into the club the first thing they noticed was the violet scenery and the roar of Bobby Shmurda’s Hot Nigga. The dance floor was packed with men and women dancing provocatively and grinding on one another. Tiaz nodded his head to the music as he and Threat lead their women to a vacant booth. As soon as they stashed themselves into the booth they were approached by a hostess with a bubbly personality and banging body. She took their orders and returned promptly with their drinks. Threat dropped a $100 dollar bill onto the hostess’ tray. She beamed and thanked him before sauntered off, swinging her big old ass from left to right.

  “This mothafucka is live tonight.” Threat said to Tiaz as he looked over the atmosphere of the club.

  “Yeah, this mothafucka is turned up.” Tiaz nodded and sipped his drink.

  Chevy oozed out from the booth. She sat his drink down and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him to his feet. “Come on, Gangsta number one, come dance with me.”

  “Uh uh,” Tiaz shook his head. “I can’t dance to save my life.A nigga got two left feet, girl.”

  “Come on, tough guy, come boogie with me,” she cooed.

  “Nah, go on,” Tiaz waved her off. “I’ll watch you.” He picked up his drink and took a sip. Chevy pouted her lips and made a face like a sad baby.

  “Come on, Chev’. I’ll cut up the floor with you.” Bianca took Chevy by the hand and brought her out on the floor. Threat and Tiaz looked on as the girls danced out on thefloor. They sipped their respective drinks and talked amongst one another.

  “Man, that mothafucka Bianca is thick as shit.” Tiaz commented on Threat’s girl as he observed her dancing with Chevy. “Sexy lil’ Spanish bitch.You never did have a problem busting yourself a bad piece of ass. I don’t give a fuck if you was in a Platinum Fubu jersey and some Knobetta jeans,you was gon’ pull yourself a dime.”

  “You’re tipping your hat to me, but Chevy is one of the baddest pieces I done seen you with in a minute. And her homegirl, what’s her name? Kantrell?” Tiaz noddedyes. “Crim, I’d drink that ho’s bath water with a straw. Mmmhmmm.” He shook his head, thinking of how fine Kantrell was.

  “You’re a fool, man.” Tiaz chuckled as he nudged him.

  “What? Lil’ momma could get it.If you weren’t my nigga, of course. It ain’t my place, but I gotta say, you’re sticking your head in a lion’s mouth dipping your dick into old girl. From what chu tell me, Chevy’s a mean motor scooter. She’s not like a lotta these bitches that talk that shit but not gon’ do too much but sic The Boys on you. Chevy on the other hand, she’ll really put a hole in a nigga. You said she shot her son’s father, what chu think she’ll do once she finds out you’ve been playing hide the salami with her bestfriend?”

  “I’ll never have to worry about that, my friend.” Tiaz smiled slyly and sipped his drink.

  “Why is that?” Threat asked curiously.

  “‘Cause I’m never gon’ get caught, Pimp Suit.” He crunched on the ice and motioned for the hostess.

  “Play on, playa.” Threat dapped up him.

  Tiaz felt his cell phone vibrate and removed it from his hip. He glanced at the screen and smiled. Kantrell had just sent him a picture message of herself naked in Lil’ Kim’s infamous pose.

  She’d been sending him naked picture messages since they were on the way to the club and Chevy had almost caught him sneaking peeks at them. When she asked who he was texting, he told her that it was a buddy of his from work trying to set up a date for them to hang out. He didn’t think Chevy quite believed him, but she dropped it so he didn’t give it a second thought. Tiaz smiled and licked his lips as he texted Kantrell back.

  I’ma give dat pussy a blk eye da nxt time I c u.

  “Oh, so you can text your lil’friend from work but chu can’t dance with wifey?” Chevy smiled and took a sip of her Patron silver margarita. The sound of her voice startled him. He hastily put his cell back on his hip.

  “Nah, Love, you know it’s not like that.A nigga just not tryna embarrass himself.”

  “Look,” Threat tapped Tiaz and nodded to the dance floor.

  The trio turned around and Bianca was grinding upon an older man. Her jumpsuit was rolled up so high that you could see her salmon colored Victoria Secret panties. The cat she was grinding on had one hand on her shoulder and the other held behind his back. It almost looked like they were fucking.

  Any other man would have been
jealous to see his lady rubbing her ass against some stranger’s package but Threat was oddly turned on. He got aroused at the idea of watching Bianca getting banged out by another man.The thought of it made his dick as hard as Chinese arithmetic. He’d tried to get Tiaz to do it but he wasn’t feeling it. Tiaz thought if he was to do it that Threat would hate hisself later for having gone through with it. But Threat even went so far as to offer Tiaz money, but still the hulking thug wouldn’t break.

  Chevy sat on Tiaz’ lap sipping her drink through a straw and watching Bianca and the older man. “Uh uh, they’re doing way too much out there.” She voiced her opinion.

  “Pops may as well whip it out and fuck her on the dance floor.”Tiaz commented.

  “Threat, you alright with your girl out there like that?” Chevy asked.

  Threat kept his eyes on Bianca and the older man as he sipped his drink. “Sis, baby girl can do whatever she wants. I ain’t got no papers on that pussy, feel me?”

  “Hey, if you like it then I love it.” Chevy replied. Feeling Tiaz’ cell vibrate, she turned to him. “Damn, can’t chu tell your coworker that you’re out with your girl tryna have a good time?”

  “My bad, boo. I promise, no more interruptions tonight.” He turned his cell on silent then placed it back on his hip. “There, you happy?”

  “Yes,” she smiled.

  “Gimmie some lip.” Tiaz told her. They kissed three times then continued watching the show on the dance floor. The older man was now laying on the floor with his hands behind his head, looking at Bianca’s ass as she grinded into him, cowgirl style while looking back at him.

  The hostess brought Tiaz back his drink. He took a sip and continued to watch Bianca and the older man. Once the song finished, Bianca got to her feet and pulled the older man to his.

  Bianca returned back to their table, sat on Threat’s lap and patted her sweaty forehead dry with a couple of napkins.

  “I’m parched.” Bianca picked up her drink and took a sip. She felt something hard press against her ass and smiled. She looked back at Threat. “Is all that for momma?”