by Tee Jae
We all looked at each other and bust out laughing.
“So, you are a tranny?” Biggs asked disgustingly.
“No silly, I’m all woman,” She stood up from her chair giving us the perfect view of her small waist and fat ass. I turned my head, but I could’ve sworn I seen that nigga Biggs drooling. “My father wanted a son so bad that when I turned out to be a girl he still named me Damere Jr.”
“So, what the fuck you want?” I scowled.
She reached down and grabbed the red Goyard suitcase and slammed it on the table unzipping it. Biggs had his gun in hand ready to shoot. She flipped the top over revealing the neatly stacked blue face hundred-dollar bills neatly stacked inside. Just like I thought, new money.
“I'm here to purchase the 30 kilos like I requested,” she smirked.
I walked up to the table and grabbed my other two cell phones and slid them in my pocket. “I'm sorry sweetheart, we are business men, drugs aren't our thing,” as I headed towards the door with Khaddo and Biggs following behind me. “You let yourself in, now you can let yourself out,” I hollered over my shoulder before leaving out the warehouse before Khaddo and I slid in the backseat of my Maybach.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked Khaddo, texting Marcus. Brooklyn didn’t know, but I sent Marcus to Atlanta right behind her to keep an eye on her. I felt a twinge of insecurity that she hurriedly flew back home to answer to this nigga. She didn’t think I knew what was going on with her house, but I supplied more than enough niggas in the A to not know what the fuck was going on.
“Hell if I know,” he goofly answered.
“My nigga, you and Biggs were damn near drooling at the mouth behind that bitch,” I laughed and said, “We got some bad bitches down in Miami but I ain't never seen that breed before,” we all laughed in unison.
“We slipping man, we supposed to know more about who we bringing to our roundtable. This hit we took is throwing us off our game. Ain't no way we not supposed to know Damere wasn’t a nigga,” they both agreed. “Khaddo, I'm going to put this on you, find out who the fuck they are and if they legit, we can't afford this kind of fuck up. I thought since I played the back, everything was cool I had no clue Chino and Juice was still beefing.”
Biggs chuckled slowing down at a stop light, “That nigga Chino do look like a little ass Bruno Mars.”
TAT! TAT! TAT!
Was all I heard as the bullets hit the bulletproof glass against the windows of the car.
“What the Fuck?!” Khaddo yelled, seeing we were surrounded by three black SUVs.
Biggs grabbed the AR-15 from off the front seat and cocked it back.
TAT! TAT! TAT!
The bullets continued to spray against the car. I ducked down in the seat pulling the back seat forward gaining access to the trunk. I pulled out my Uzi with the extended clip ready to go to war. Khaddo already had a gun but I handed him another one that way he would have two. Motherfuckers had me fucked up if they thought we was gone be some easy targets.
“Everybody ready?” I hollered making sure my shit was off safety the gunfire was still popping but the bullets stopped hitting the car. Glancing out the window, I seen Terrance and the rest of our goons were having an all-out gunfight with the motherfuckers who had us blocked off. I took the opportunity to step out of the car and started firing at anyone moving that didn’t look familiar to me. I looked back and seen Khaddo doing the same and felt a sense of pride. Khaddo wasn’t a coward but I swear lately he been surprising the shit out of me. Usually, Khaza would be next to me going wild hailing bullets on these bitch ass niggas but Khaddo had no problem stepping in filling Khaza’s shoes. I can't lie, whoever the fuck was doing this was a bold motherfucker coming in my city trying to take over.
“Boss, I got one still alive,” Terrance hollered once the shooting ceased, leaving everyone dead including two from my crew.
I walked up kicking the shooters gun away from him as he tried to crawl away from us. He was bleeding everywhere, “Who the fuck sent you?” I kicked his stomach forcing him to flip over on his back.
“Fuck you,” he spat coughing up blood.
I aimed my gun at his left knee and fired. POW!
“Arrrrrrrrrgh Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” he hollered, coughing up more blood.
“Say nigga, I might let you live if you cough up that info,” I sold a fake dream and we all laughed.
POW! I shot his other knee cap off. POW! I shot straight in between his legs blowing his dick to pieces. He started going in and out of consciousness as his eyes starting rolling behind his head, “I’ll tel… tell y…” he barely could say above a whisper.
“Who the fuck is it?” I yelled in urgency the sounds of sirens could be heard from a distance. He was taking too long I aimed my gun at his temple.
“It was the Or…”
“Who?” I bend down grabbing him up by the collar, “Who Motherfucker?” I barked pissed off. Terrance grabbed his wrist checking for a pulse.
“He gone Boss”
I dropped his lifeless body on the ground. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” I hollered out of frustration. I had the fucking answer right in my face and still nothing. “Check everybody out make sure they're dead and search the vehicles for any fucking leads on who the fuck sent them, grab cell phones and all,” I barked orders before walking back to my bullet riddled car.
For the first time since Khaza got shot, I laid eyes on Zilla and was thankful he was there. “Ock,” I walked up to him like a man ready to apologize because, it was gone take some time for me to get over him fucking around with my sister but right now in the middle of a war, I needed my top lieutenant by my side as well.
“I already know Bro,” he embraced me with a brotherly hug, “Get out of here and get yourself together while we handle this.” I looked at him, nodding my head willing to put my issue with him to the side.
Chapter 20
Brooklyn
I was on the first thing smoking when Kassidy called me distraught saying that my house in the A had been burned down to the ground. I knew jail had a way of making people crazy but Gator was off his fucking rocker. I received every threat he sent via text/voicemail and through family and friends but what can I say? The new Brooklyn was over his ass. He wanted to see me, so here I was to deliver the bad news.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gator?” I sneered across the table in the visitation room at my old lover.
“Look at you, a nigga couldn’t even get a kite or a phone call answered the whole time I been in this motherfucker but you swoop in here like fucking bat woman when a nigga strip you of something you love. A house? It took a fucking house to get you to come see your fiancé?” He looked at me like he was disgusted putting an emphasis on fiancé.
All the heartache and pain that I thought I would feel after laying eyes on Gator was nowhere to be found. I was now accepting the fact that everything happens for a reason and maybe Gator getting married on me was my sign to leave. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck how he felt about me, too much shit has happened between us and sitting across the table from him, I felt nothing. Nothing at all. He still looked good but underneath those looks, I knew a fucking devil resided inside. Who would torch a 1.7-million-dollar house and put fucking birth control in my drinks? We put in a lot of hard work and late nights to pay that house off and he can just torch it like it never meant anything.
“You fucked that nigga?” he asked calmly breaking my train of thought.
“Why would you do something like this? We built that home from the ground up.” My emotional ass started crying. I was mostly crying because this isn’t how I imagined we would end up but here I was sitting across from my new enemy.
“Save those tears. You weren't crying when you were riding that nigga dick, now was ya? Or slobbing that nigga down in the club publicly like I don’t have eyes everywhere.”
“I didn’t fuck him!” I don’t know why I just lied straight through my teeth when I really wanted to say, �
�yes, I fucked him’. His dick was better than yours and I sucked on it like my life depended on it. Hell, I may even be in love or ‘dickmatized’ as Khali would say.
“You lying bitch!!!!!” he stood up roaring, throwing his chair against the wall. The guard cleared his throat as a sign for Gator to calm down.
My, my, my, have the tables turned, not too long ago it was me throwing chairs across the room. I sat back calmly and crossed one leg over the other. I knew exactly what I was doing dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged every curve of my body with a long sleeve button down colorful Versace shirt tucked in and a Versace medusa head belt resting around my tiny waist. Before I left Miami, I got my hair straightened leaving it hanging right above my ass. My tanned skin was glowing from laying out at the pool at Khadi’s mansion most days. I knew I was popping and I wanted this nigga to see how he fucked up.
“I raised you, bitch. I know when your pretty ass lying to me, I thought maybe my nigga didn’t have his info right, but I knew better when you walked in this motherfucker. The gap in between your legs is different.” He sniffed in the air, “I could smell that nigga on you.” He walked around the table.
“You wanted my attention well you got it? What do you want from me?” I asked unfazed at the little tantrum he was throwing.
“What the fuck you mean what I want?” he slid the table from in between us and grabbed me up from my chair, hemming me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head. I looked over to the guard for help, but he kept his head turned the other way. “I want my wifey to tell me she still down for her nigga. I want you to tell me that you been down in Miami being the Bonnie to my Clyde,” he said barely above a whisper in the crook of my neck. I could hear the hurt in his voice.
I didn’t know whether to tell him the truth and risk it all or lie to him knowing damn well he knew the truth. It wasn’t until he began to speak in my ear again that I realized he wasn’t shit.
“What you thinking, huh? I mean you fine but all you will never be more than a dope boy’s wifey. I pulled your ass from the fucking slums in Hollywood Court and this what you fucking do to me? Huh?” he snaked in my ear. The hurt that I once heard in his voice was now replaced with anger. “Look at me,” he grabbed my face forcing me to look in his eyes. “When I told you I would bury any motherfucker you ever fuck with after me, I meant that shit. That nigga ain't God, bitch.” He was so close I felt a few spit bubbles land on my face.
I don’t know where the courage came from or maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t too much he could do to me in jail but I let his ass have it, “He ain't God, but he damn sure ain't married with two kids and he damn sure wasn’t planting birth control and plan B pills in my smoothies, nigga.” He dropped my hands and backed away from me. Once I saw I had the upper hand I continued, “Yeah, that’s right you sadistic motherfucker! This situation you in you bought all of this upon yourself. You chose to keep Blue’s grimey ass in your circle after I repeatedly told you he would be your downfall, now you take an innocent child to rectify the situation.” He backed up against the table. “You chose to get married and have kids and now you want to play the victim because I don’t want to fuck with you anymore.” I walked back over to the table and grabbed my purse, “Goodbye Gator, do what you gone do because I’m done.” I headed towards the door.
“Brooklyn, if you walk out that door and return to Miami, I will make your life a living hell,” He threatened.
I wasn’t worried about Gator, with a man like Khadi I always felt protected and Lord knows I was ready to walk through hell with him.
“How’s his brother doing?” he laughed.
I looked back at him in shock, “Gator, please tell me you’re not responsible for Khaza?”
“Like I said bitch, that nigga not God!” he yelled before I hurriedly walked out the door.
*****
Leaving visitation, I had mixed emotions knowing that Gator was responsible behind Camille’s murder and Khaza being in a coma. Even though I knew my loyalty should no longer belonged to Gator after how he hurt me, I knew if I told Khadi that he was behind the shooting, he would make sure Gator died a slow painful death. I didn’t have to see with my own eyes what Khadi was capable of I could feel it.
“Heyyyyyyyyyyyy sis,” Kassidy walked into Cirque looking stunning as usual, she had on a one -piece black body suit with an oversized camouflage jacket and her blonde wavy bob gave her a more exotic look. My bestie was the shit, them niggas in Miami would go crazy over her.
I slid off the barstool pulling her in for a hug. “Took you long enough.”-
“Girl, I was doing Rasheeda’s hair and you know she’s picky. Enough about me though, let's talk about the bomb ass glow that’s going on with you. That nigga must be laying down that pipe cause child the last time I seen you, I thought we would have to sign you up for AA.” We laughed as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us.
“I already ordered our drinks, Patron margaritas with two extra shots.”
“Not two? Girl, I have to go back to the shop,” She laughed.
“Well, I'll finish yours, hell I need it after visiting Gator.” I rolled my eyes taking a sip of my drink.
I started running it down to Kassidy about Gator being the one behind the house being torched, the birth control pills, and the one responsible for the shootings in Miami.
“I mean, I knew Gator had a little pull, but I didn’t know he had goons ready to ride on some out of town shit. Who’s behind this shit? It can't be Justice cause word on the street, he just got out of jail.”
“I don’t know who’s pulling the trigger, but I need to know what to do. I mean do I tell Khadi or stay out of it?” I looked at Kassidy hoping her answer would be the same one that my gut instinct was telling me to go with.
“Stay out of it Brooklyn.”
I hung my head low, disappointed, I mean how could I lay down with Khadi knowing I knew who was responsible for the shooting and not tell him. Not telling him would also put myself in harm's way if he found out there was no telling what he would do to me. I definitely had to make a decision and fast because both of our safety depended on it.
“Earth to Brooklyn,” Kassidy snapped her fingers in front of my face gaining my attention. “Brooklyn, it’s a no brainer I'm sure Khadi will figure it out, the history with you and Gator is too valuable for you to sign his death certificate.”
“What if he kills Khadi? Then what?” I asked like she had all the answers.
“You find a new man.” She shrugged her shoulders like she solved the problem.
“I don’t want a new one,” I sighed.
Kassidy laid her hand flat against my forehead, “Are you feeling ok?” we both bust out laughing. “I know you been locked down to one man for a long time but honey you are finally free, find a dick or two and explore your options.”
“Child, it can't get no better than Khadi Santana, Kassidy, this is what I've been missing all my life. This is the type of love I been yearning for, for years.” I closed my eyes thinking about him. “He’s a family man, protective, loyal, attentive, and lord he fucks me like I'm the only woman on earth.” I squeezed my legs together before I had an orgasm in the middle of the bar.
“Well, damn bitch don't bust a nut,” Kassidy laughed and I opened my eyes blushing like a little school girl. “I need to meet Mr. Perfect, how old ya said his brothers were again?” we laughed.
I looked passed Kassidy’s shoulder with a confused look on my face making Kassidy turn around as Khadi headed towards us
“Khadi, what are you doing here?” I hopped off the barstool. From the look in his eyes I knew something was wrong.
“I came to bring you back home, I'm at war and…” he stopped looking over at Kassidy.
“I’m so sorry. Kassidy this is Khadi, Khadi this is my best friend, Kassidy,” I introduced them nervously.
“Finally, I get to meet the man who kidnapped my bestie and won’t give her back.” She laughed looking over
at me giving me an approval nod.
“It's nice to meet you,” he shook her hand and turned back towards me. “Shits crazy in Miami right now and I need you at the estate. We are at war right now and I'm not even sure with who, but I can't afford anything to happen to you because of my doings.” He ran his hand through my hair giving me the chills. I pulled my eyes away from him feeling guilty.
“Ummmm, ok I just have to go grab my things from the hotel and return this rental”
“I’ll have Marcus do all that, he’s outside. Biggs is waiting to take us back to the airport,” He grabbed my hand.
I looked back at Kassidy, “Kas”
“Yeah, yeah go with your man child, I'll be in Miami soon”, she smiled winking at me.
Chapter 21
Khadi
“You want to tell me what happened?” Brooklyn asked sitting across from me as the jet descended into the air taking us back home. I locked my phone after sending out a massive message about an important mandatory meeting with my top lieutenants and soldiers.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little self about. I just need two of my favorite ladies together and safe.” I smiled referring to her and Khali. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she left well enough alone.
“How was your visit?” I asked crossing my legs getting comfortable while she looked at me surprisingly.
“You spying on me now?” she smirked.
“I prefer calling it looking out for you. I'm sure he’s upset you want nothing to do with him anymore, am I right?” I questioned her as she turned and looked out the window.
“Yeah, he was upset alright,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Am I right, Brooklyn? Cause don’t have a nigga out here looking like a fool for another niggas bitch. If you are mine, you are mine and no one else’s and I mean that, ya hear me?” She looked back at me pissed.
“I’m really tired of you calling me his bitch. If you think I want him so much why the fuck did you come and get me?” she got up and stormed to the back of the plane, slamming the cabin door shut.