Dope Girl 3

by Sa'id Salaam

  Cameisha entered the address into the GPS and let out another sigh at having to drive another hour. Aqua fixed her gaze either at or outside of the passenger window as they rode along. The drive ended in the driveway of a small, rundown house in one of Atlanta’s outer counties. If not for the car she recognized as Troy’s she would have doubted the accuracy of the GPS. She shot him a text to alert him of his presence. Instead of texting back, he stuck his head out of the door and waved her in.

  “Come on Aqua.” Meisha said getting out. The words meant nothing so she walked around the car and got her.

  They walked in the house to find a stoic Trigga, furious Troy and terrified Rickey. Rickey breathed a breath of relief seeing it was two girls who came in. He had hoped the truth would keep him alive and so far it had.

  “Go on and tell them what you told me.” Trigga insisted in a low murderous whisper.

  “U, ok, I, I, I, I mean, w, w, we.” Rickey stuttered until a vicious slap from troy cured him of his sudden speech impediment.

  “Speak up nigga.” He demanded. Troy was 38 hot at not being able to kill him yet for his involvement in his family’s death.

  “Um, Keith made me, I mean we followed her and that big guy after yall re-upped. Keith said let’s rob them but the gun went off cuz his dick was big and…”

  “Wait…you killed Steve?” Cameisha frowned. She wanted to cry now knowing that it was her using him as a decoy that got him killed.

  “Yeah, but it was an accident cuz my gun went off and I…” Rickey rambled a mile a minute.

  Aqua’s mind moved considerably slower. Rickey had already moved on to the next robbery and murder when it finally processed. She slowly lifted her head like Sophia in the jail cell in Color Purple. Her large hands slowly balled into large fist.

  “You killed my Steve?” She asked softly. Her voice was hoarse and gravely from not speaking but everyone heard her.

  “Yeah but it was an accident. I thought his dick was a shot gun and…”

  “Argh!” Aqua grunted and snatched him into the air by his throat. She lifted him above her head with his legs flailing as he fought for breath. Whatever breath he did have was lost when she slammed him into the floor so hard the windows rattled.

  Aqua straddled the man with his arms pinned by his side. He was totally helpless and no one present intended to help him. Her weight alone would have suffocated him but he wouldn’t be around that long. He was about to get beat to death.

  Aqua swung a heavy, slow right that broke his jaw. The left that followed broke the other side. The heavy blows with the sickening crunch of bone; nose, eye sockets, cheek bones, all crushed. The spectators all grimaced at the spectacle.

  “Go on and rock ma. Don’t stop til you get enough.” Cameisha coached from the side.

  Rickeys face was literally beatin in. It has collapsed into his skull from the barrage. He didn’t feel most of it since his breathing stopped shortly after his brain died. Aqua suddenly stopped. A smile spread on her face as she looked at the mess beneath her. The man didn’t even look human. She was covered in blood, bone and brain matter when she stood.

  “I’m hungry Meisha.” She pouted to her friend.

  “I bet you are. Come on let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll go get something.” Meisha said delicately.

  “Fat-Fat burger?” She asked hopefully.

  “Not tonight but soon.”

  “Thank you.” Aqua said to Trigga and pulled him into a bloody bear hug.

  “Oh! Um, you’re welcome.” Trigga replied mourning the loss of his outfit. Troy tried to get away but she snatched him and pulled him in too.

  “Go on home while I finish here.” Trigga told Meisha when Aqua let them go.

  “Ok baby.” She replied and stole a peck on his lips.

  Troy walked them out and stood watch until Cameisha was out of sigh. He then retrieved a five gallon gas can from his trunk and went back inside. Two gallons went on the corpse while the rest was spread throughout the small wooden house.

  “How yo Uncle Dirty-D gone feel ‘bout you burning up one of his houses?” Trigga asked with a smirk.

  “I don’t know for sure but its probably pretty hot where that nigga at.” Troy said, finishing the task. The men walked out and Trigga tossed a whole match book over his shoulder.

  The gas ignited with a loud ‘whoomp!’ and went up in flames. Both men watched the orange glow in the car mirrors as they drove away.

  “You know I gotta kill your brother.” Troy announced. He hoped he wouldn’t feel any kind of way about it because he didn’t plan on taking no for an answer.

  “First we gotta find that nigga.” Trigga replied. Keith knew Rickey spilled the beans and got in the wind. His phone went straight to voicemail again when Trigga called. “Soon as we find him, do what you do.”

  Chapter 30

  Cameisha and Jackie were in a lingere store more famous for revealing private parts than concealing them. Meisha picked up a pair of crotch less panties since Trigga had just received his certification for eating pussy. Jackie too picked out things to entice and treat her man as well. Meisha had been neglecting calls all afternoon but when Juan’s name appeared on the screen, she took the call.

  “Hola her…”

  “Get to my condo now!” Juan said just below a shout and disconnected the call.

  “Uh oh! Somebody in trouble.” Cameisha guessed by his tone. She had just re-upped with four kilos and 100 pounds the day before. There wasn’t time to drop Jackie off so she would have to tag along. Of course, they purchased their exotic panties first.

  She raced across town and parked near his condo. One of the officers in an unmarked van frowned when he saw Cameisha, trying to place her face. He snapped his fingers when it came to her.

  “Hey sarge, that’s that girl.” The cop pointed.

  “What girl?” Detective Walton asked looking to where he was pointing.

  “From the pill guy. Remember, he tried to put it on her.” He reminded. Bilal was set to plead guilty which officially cleared her.

  “Yeah, yeah!! But…why is she here?” The detective wondered when she was let into the unit he and his team had been surviving.

  “Somebody is definitely in trouble.” Meisha mumbled to Jackie as they walked into the condo. It was full of angry looking Columbians and one young woman.

  The woman took one look at Cameisha and knew exactly who she was. It was Anna who ran the DNA at her job at the lab. Now she knew who subject ‘A’ was. She turned her attention to subject ‘B’ when he began to speak.

  “We…have a problem. A very serious problem.” Juan began in the deliberate speech pattern of a politician. The pause after the word we was to make it inclusive to everyone in attendance.

  “My sources at the police tell me that a number of deaths have been linked to a certain cocaine. Among the casualties was the mayor’s son so there is an intense amount of pressure.” Juan stated.

  “Ooh I heard about that on the news!” Jackie blurted causing all heads to snap in her direction. These men come from a culture where women are seen, and fucked but not heard.

  “A war has been declared to find an annihilate the source of the tainted drugs.” He went on. A large man lifted his hand like first grade and was given a nod to speak.

  “This is good for us boss. They eliminate the source they eliminate the competition for us?” He suggested gaining supporting nods.

  “We are the source!” Juan snapped. “Someone is altering our product and its killing people. Whoever it is, is a genius, the lab can’t figure out how they are doing it.”

  “So what do we do? We have so many customers how can we possibly find out who?” Manny asked.

  “We are shut down until we find the who and you already know the what, once they are found. They cannot be allowed to trade up to us.” Juan said putting a hit on whoever. Now it was Cameisha’s turn to raise her hand. She got permission to speak and said” “Addicts are dying over on the Westsid
e. Some guy named Squeal is selling bad dope.”

  “Squeal?” Juan questioned as Anna scribbled on her pad.

  “Yes Squeal. He said he cuts it with….something? He think its funny that people are dying.” She said laying it on thick. The faces in the room turned to stone since they had a name. Once they had a face and place they planned to make an example out of him.

  “I want this Squeal found, now!” Juan yelled and the meeting was adjourned.

  Anna took off to run the nickname through the database at work. Cameisha and Jackie left to conduct business as usual.

  “So what we gonna do now?” Jackie sighed when they got back to the car.

  “Do about what?” Meisha asked hotly.

  “Yo we just copped four bricks and Samantha already turned them into 16. Now we stuck with all that shit!”

  “Stuck my ass, we finna sell that shit like we been selling it!”

  “Sell it?” Jackie yelled in shock. “Girl people are dying from that shit. It’s poison.”

  “So?” Cameisha asked plainly and shocking her friend even more. “Ain’t nobody dying but junkies. Fuck em.”

  “Yo, you bugging! Fuck you mean so?”

  “Buggin? I’m speaking the fucking truth. Fuck them junkies. I hope they all die. That way they can’t abuse they kids. Can’t neglect them or fucking sell them to damn monsters who want to touch them. Shit, I should tell Samantha to make that shit stronger.”

  The rant brought back Jackie’s own strained childhood. The neglect, hunger and embarrassment of being the child of a crack head. The playing on the playground pretending that the crack whore isn’t related to you. “Tell her to make it twice as strong, fuck em.”

  ****

  When someone like Juan Salazar is on your ass, you truly have someone on your ass. Anna ran the nickname and quickly had pictures and addresses. A sample of the modified dope was purchased and verified. Of course they had no way of knowing that the kids in Squeal’s apartment complex actually got dope from Trigga and Troy up the street.

  A check of all addresses associated with the man led to a baby momma house on the south side. Manny and a truck load of hitters were quickly dispatched to do the hit. They were given instructions to make it spectacular.

  Three Columbians with rocket propelled grenades took position in front of the ranch style house and waited for the signal. A call was placed to Squeal’s phone and the location was confirmed by the cell phone towers. Manny gave a quick blast of the horn that caused three triggers to squeeze at the same time.

  “Hello?” Squeal asked the unknown call just as death crashed through the windows. The three second delays on the grenades gave him enough time to process what was about to happen. He wanted to say goodbye to his baby and baby mama but there wasn’t enough time. Didn’t matter cuz they went with him.

  “Done.” Manny said into his phone as the explosives lit up the night. A second call went to the hitters on the West side set off a massacre.

  The young dealers with the tainted crack in Oak Tree were mowed down by high tech machine guns. When the shooting stopped ten were dead and found with the drugs in their pockets. Not only were the police satisfied but Trigga as well. His woman just eliminated his competition and he ain’t even know it.

  Chapter 31

  “There she go!” Troy announced when Sharika emerged from yet another man’s apartment. Trigga saw her at the same time and held his tongue.

  They both knew she was a hoe but the last couple days of surveillance proved just how big a hoe she was. She went from apartment to house to hotel; spreading love and possibly STD’s all day. She fucked and or sucked three to four guys a day, every day. The amateur prostitute traded sexual favors for petty cash and drugs.

  Keith was addicted to the back of her throat and couldn’t hold out for long. His would-be killers knew if they follower her long enough, she would eventually lead them to him. Troy pulled in behind her in her second motel stop of the day. He parked at a distance and watched as she made a quick call. A second later, a shirtless Keith opened one of the motel doors and waved her up. Dumb ass turned around and went inside, leaving the door ajar.

  “Come on!” Trigga urged and jumped out. Troy was right behind him as they snuck up behind Sharika. She didn’t even notice them when they entered the room behind her.

  “Fuck yall doing here?” Keith tried to bark but it came out like a whine. He knew they had the drop on him since he was wearing nothing but boxers. He would never make it to his gun under the pillow since the intruders had theirs in their hands.

  “Un uh! Yall ain’t finna run no train on me…for free!” Sharika announced trying to turn a profit.

  "Girl bye.” Trigga said and pulled his trigger. The bullet barely made it through all the weave and glue and killed her instantly.

  “That nigga Rickey a damn liar. He the one kilt yo people.” Keith yelled. “Go get that nigga. Make him say it to my face.”

  “Dead people don’t talk bruh.” Trigga informed him from behind his gun. It took everything he had not to shoot his brother in his face. “I can’t.”

  “Shhit I can.” Troy announced as he stepped forward and fired. The temple shot killed him instantly but he still fired a few more rounds into his head. It didn’t bring back his mother or brother but made him feel a little better.

  “Let’s push.” Trigga said pulling Troy away from the corpse. They rushed out of the room and took the stairs two at a time.

  When they reached the get-away vehicle the door of the car parked next to it came open. The crack whore in the passenger seat leaned out and spit a mouth full of semen on the asphalt. She jumped out and came face to face with her son.

  “Mama?” Trigga asked with a pained expression. He hadn’t seen her in the weeks since she started smoking and barely recognized her.

  “Oh hey baby. I was just talking to my friend…” She lied getting stuck on a name she never got. “‘Bout to go home and fix Lil Trigga dem something to eat.”

  “Come on Mama. I’m take you home.” He said sadly. The last lie proved she hadn’t been home in at least a week because the kids had been at Nana’s house that long.

  “We gotta push.” Troy urged from the driver’s die. As soon as they got in he chirped out of the parking lot and fled the murder scene.

  “Let me fix you something to eat.” Mrs. Jackson offered when they got to the apartment.

  “I’m cool mama.” He declined. His heart broke watching her search the house while calling for her beloved grandchildren.

  “Remember we took them to Nana’s house?” He offered to console her. She nodded as if she did remember and relaxed. “Mama let me use your keys. I can’t find mine.”

  “Here you go baby.” She said handing them over.

  Trigga took the keys and locked her inside. The burglar bars required a key from the inside too so she was stuck until he returned. He was able to convince her to go to rehab on Monday to take her soul back.

  Mrs. Jackson cooked and ate her first meal in days. The good Southern cooking put her down for her first sleep in as much time. When she woke up, the next afternoon she was restless and bored. After breakfast she set out to give the apartment a head to toe cleaning. She was doing quite well until she reached her son’s room.

  The woman knew from experience that her drug dealing boys were prone to leave cash in pockets. The standing rule was all she found in the dirty clothes hamper she could keep. She came across a sack of dope in Keith’s jeans and nearly screamed. She dropped it like a poisonous snake and backed away.

  “I been doing good!” She yelled triumphantly down to the dope. “And I’m finna go to rehab on Monday.”

  The junkie argued back and forth with the drugs until they finally won the debate. It convinced her that since she was going to rehab anyway, she may as well have one last hoorah. It made a lot of sense so she conceded.

  “You right. You shole right,” The junkie laughed and gave in. She took it to her room and fish
ed out her spare straight shooter. The lighter in her robe pocket was empty and clicked harmlessly. An ‘ah-ha’ moment sent her rushing into the kitchen to use the gas stove.

  Since this would be her going away party, the rock star decided to party like one. Instead of breaking a piece off the rock, she loaded the whole thing. Mrs. Jackson leaned into the blue flame and inhaled the sizzling dope. Suddenly two strong hands grabbed her heart and began to squeeze. The addict dropped the pipe and struggled as her heart was choked. She bounced around the small kitchen trying to break free from the clutches. She bounced off the refrigerator and landed on the stove. The flame caught her robe on fire and sent her running from the room. Luckily, the hands squeezed all the life out of her like wringing water from a rag. She dropped dead in the hallway and burned.

  ****

  “I cannot wait anymore. I must tell Juan about his sister.” Angela demanded as she barged in on Marisol. It had been eating at her everyday and could not understand why something this big was being kept from him. She was very proud of being able to deliver the demand as she practiced it.

  “The time is not right.” Marisol began in a deceptively calm voice. “There are factors that…”

  “No! No more stalling. I intend to tell him tonight and I will not wait. You may be his mother but I am his woman!” Angela cut in and cut her off.

  “Yes, you are right. Go home now and share the news. I will come by tomorrow.” Mama Salazar said with a soft smile.

  “It’s ok? I can! Thank you Mama.” Angela gushed. She ran over and hugged the woman’s neck and kissed her cheek. It’s a wonder she wasn’t frost bitten by the ice water running through her veins.

  “No problema hasta manana.” Marisol called to her back as she fled the room. Angela planned to rush home and spread the news. She should have called.

  “El capitan!” Marisol called once Angela left the house. The obedient ex-military officer turned bodyguard and murderer for hire rushed in. As ruthless as the man was the instructions he received shocked him.