Girls From da Hood 7

by Nikki-Michelle Redd

  T.T. sighed. “G.G., whatever you gotta say, you can say it in front the crew. I thought we was family, right? So, what you gotta say to me?”

  G.G. became frustrated. T.T. was talking to her like she was some off-brand bitch. She took another pull from her cigarette and locked eyes with G.G. It was a stressful moment. G.G. couldn’t hold her tongue any longer.

  “Yo, why my name keep comin’ out ya mouth on some hateful shit, huh? What’s up wit’ that? I thought you were my girl, T.T.,” said G.G.

  “What ... Ain’t nobody said shit about you, G.G. Step the fuck off wit’ that bullshit. You rollin’ up on a bitch over some gossip ... bitch, please,” T.T. replied roughly.

  “So it’s like that, T.T.? Huh? You hatin’ on a bitch ’cause I bagged Chubbs? You wanted to fuck wit’ that nigga too ... That’s why?”

  “Bitch, you can have that nigga ... He ain’t shit, just like you,” T.T. exclaimed, jumping up and stepping off the bench to confront G.G.

  “You a fake fuckin’ bitch, T.T.! I thought you was my girl!” G.G. shouted.

  “Fuck you, G.G.! Always thinkin’ you too good for everybody. Bitch, you ain’t shit! I set that up for you ... tryin’ to be a friend and look out fo’ you ’cause you needed some paper. You was a broke bitch, couldn’t even pay Echo the two stack that you owed him!”

  “Bitch, that’s my fuckin’ business, and he got his money.”

  “Yeah, because of Chubbs ... Bitch, you think I don’t know ya fuckin’ business. You a fuckin’ bird, G.G.,” shouted T.T.

  The bubble between them was about to burst. The other girls looked on. They were in awe. No one dared to intervene, though. It was T.T. and G.G.’s business. They were witnessing their crew being dismantled right before their eyes. T.T. and G.G. were like the foundation for their crew. When they were together, nothing could stop them. They were both leaders. But now, it looked like a rivalry was brewing between them.

  “Get the fuck out my face ... Scarface!” T.T. shouted.

  It was G.G.’s breaking point. G.G. clenched her fists, zeroed in on T.T. with the intent to destroy, and swung suddenly. The blow connected swiftly against T.T.’s jaw, followed by another hard hit by G.G. T.T. stumbled. And G.G. was all over her like white on rice. The other girls started hollering at the fight. It was hard to see two friends fight each other. If it had been an outsider, they would have jumped on that person until there was nothing left of the victim to beat on. But G.G. and T.T. were mutual friends—no one took sides.

  T.T. tried to fight back. She got off a few good hits on G.G. She yanked at G.G.’s dreads and scratched her face a little. She refused to be beaten and humiliated in front of her friends. But G.G. was unstoppable. She hurled T.T. across the bench like she was a toy and jumped on her ex-friend’s face with malice meaning.

  “Fuck you, bitch ... Come out ya fuckin’ mouth again,” shouted G.G., having T.T. in her strong grip as they tussled on the ground. She was overpowering T.T.

  They were like savages, tearing into each other like a hungry lion shredding its prey apart. A crowd started to form around the fight. There was yelling.

  “Yo, y’all need to chill. Fo’ real, chill wit’ that shit!” Meeka screamed. For her, it was like watching two big sisters fighting.

  The fight was quick, but brutal. G.G. and T.T. were pulled apart from each other by their crew. But their rants and threats continued at each other. Their faces were bruised, scratched, and a little bloody. It was the end of their friendship.

  “You a dumb bitch, T.T.!” G.G. shouted.

  “I’ma see you G.G. I swear, you better watch ya fuckin’ back, bitch!” T.T. screamed frantically while she was being held back by two girls.

  “See me then, bitch. I’m here! You a jealous bitch! You always been a jealous bitch of what I got. My nigga is the shit; what the fuck you got, T.T.? You ain’t got shit, bitch!”

  G.G. hated that she had to beat down her best friend. But she had to protect her reputation. There was no other way around it—it had to get ugly. Before police showed up due to 911 being called about a dispute, the fight had broken up and the girls were leaving the scene with T.T. and G.G. going their separate ways, and licking their wounds.

  Several days had passed, and G.G. found herself staying at Chubb’s apartment in Midtown on a daily basis. She wanted to get her fight with T.T. from her mind. But it was hard to do. She tried to fight the depression she was sinking into. T.T., Baby, and her crew were all she had. They were who she loved. They all grew up together. They were her sisters, and within a split second, her family wasn’t there anymore. How did it get to this point? G.G. asked herself. She had Chubbs, and he was the best thing that ever happened to her. He was teaching her new things, and taking her to so many different places in the city. But she wanted the best of both worlds, but that didn’t seem possible.

  Chubbs was there for her. He constantly tried to cheer her up, and it was working. The sex was phenomenal and the shopping sprees were extraordinary. He took her to malls, boutiques, and stores that she never knew existed. G.G. went from being a local hood rat to a baller’s wifey. It was like her life had dramatically changed overnight. God had blessed her for some reason, and she didn’t know why. G.G.’s entire life was gangs, violence, drugs, and sex. She didn’t produce anything good. She was a menace to her society since she was twelve years old. G.G. started to understand why T.T. was jealous. The bitch wanted to be her. They always dreamed of riches and success. T.T. wanted to escape from her harsh environment also. She wanted out. G.G. had gotten the opportunity, and T.T. felt that her best friend was leaving her behind. G.G. was starting to miss her girls, her family.

  But she didn’t want to harbor the thought. It was her life, and she couldn’t feel sorry for T.T. The bitch did her dirty, and it was hard for G.G. to forgive her. Chubbs was showing her the time of her life, and she experienced the high-end nightlife, where they didn’t have to wait in long lines, and everything for them was VIP.

  But unbeknownst to G.G. and Chubbs, they were being followed closely. Wherever they went, a dark, looming threat followed them attentively. For the past week, he had become their shadow. He witnessed the good times the couple was experiencing, and the joy the woman was having. But he knew it all had to come to an abrupt end. He was willing, but reluctantly ready to kill off their happiness together so he could continue with his. It was only a job that he had to do. It was nothing personal.

  Chubbs and G.G. exited the popular Midtown nightclub with smiles. They walked toward the parked Bentley Coupe. Chubbs had G.G. under his arm, and she was looking fantastic in a sexy, hot pink, cinched-front mini dress with the low cut and cowl neck, which was underneath her quarter-length black mink coat. The mink and the outfit were two of many gifts that came from Chubbs. G.G. was the center of attention. It seemed like her happiness was a pure fairytale, and she feared it would end soon.

  The couple climbed into the Bentley. But Chubbs didn’t start up the car right away. He relaxed in the driver seat and looked at G.G.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” he complimented her.

  She blushed. “Thank you.”

  It was early November and the cool air outside was a clear reminder that fall would turn into winter within a few weeks. G.G. remembered that a year ago, today, she was being arrested for assault and battery on a young girl. The case was eventually dropped, and she was given a second chance once again—being with Chubbs made G.G. not want to become that girl anymore.

  “What made you change your life around, Chubbs?” she asked.

  Chubbs looked at her for a moment, holding on to to his answer.

  G.G. didn’t rush him, nor was she going to ask him again. If he didn’t want to answer her, it was fine with her.

  But the answer finally parted his lips. “I was a very bad man awhile back. I sold drugs in keys, had a direct link with the Colombians. I was big in Jersey and Brooklyn. I killed men just for the slightest infraction against me. I was tort
urous with brutality. Let’s just say that twelve years in the feds and taking my own brother’s life changes a man.”

  “Your brother?” G.G. questioned, thinking she must have heard him wrong.

  “Yeah, he had stolen from me. And it wasn’t even much ... a thousand dollars. I could have wiped my ass with what he owed me. I could have let him be and live. But the mentality I had back then, I didn’t care if it was ten dollars, I would have killed you for it, because you disrespected me. I was horrible. I was losing control, getting high off my own shit, too. I was facing, at one time, the death penalty for taking my brother’s life and his friend, but my attorney was the best ... I don’t know how he did it, but I ended up with doing twelve years. I got a second chance.

  “So, two years after my release, I took the money I had saved ... that the feds didn’t touch, and invested it into music and opening a few legit businesses. I got tired of that life. There was this feeling inside of me that said I needed to move on, and I did. I mean, I still got ties to the streets ... my reputation precedes me, but I’m trying to let that be my past.”

  “And your sudden interest in me?” G.G. asked.

  “You’re like the female me ... That’s sexy,” he joked.

  G.G. chuckled. “I’m lovin’ you, Chubbs, and I want this to be serious.”

  “It is serious,” he let it be known, staring at G.G.’s lovely face.

  She smiled.

  “I know there’s a tremendous age gap between us, but I don’t look at it like that. I just see you, G.G. Eighteen or older, I like your fiery attitude,” he proclaimed.

  G.G. was happy. She felt the same way about her new man. It was the change she needed.

  It was the first time Chubbs confided in a woman, and he felt good about it. The two lovers felt content, and Chubbs finally drove off to home. Chubbs pulled up to the high-rise in the city and parked a few cars down from the lobby entrance. The stretched city block was quiet under the towering buildings reaching the sky. The Midtown city bustle was gradually fading with the time nearing two in the morning. The loving couple both had naughty ideas for the bedroom. G.G. was ready to get frisky and do things to her newfound boyfriend that were only seen done in porno movies.

  They walked toward the lobby arm in arm, enjoying the cool November breeze. They talked and laughed, enjoying the night together. As they strutted closer to the towering and remarkable glass high-rise building, their guard came down.

  The shadowy threat slowly emerged from the darkened corner where he was hidden and trained his attention on Chubbs. The man had his back to him—he was defenseless. He was a few foot steps behind the walking couple, draped in a long black coat, and underneath it was a tool of death to get the job done.

  Chubbs and G.G. were footsteps away from the lobby entrance. G.G. laughed and said, “You are silly. I love you, baby.”

  “I’m loving you too,” replied Chubbs.

  Suddenly the couple heard, “I’m so sorry!” It came from behind them. Chubbs spun around and was wide eyed. There was a man with an M16 pointed at them. Samson locked eyes with the once notorious kingpin and was silent. Chubbs could only smirk—thinking that this moment was inevitable, and knowing that his life was about to end. He thought it was his past finally catching up to him.

  G.G. stood frozen. It can’t end like this, she thought. “Please ...” G.G. uttered.

  Samson opened fire.

  Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat! Bat!

  He gunned down the couple where they stood. He didn’t want to kill the woman, but she was a witness and had to fall also. Chubbs and G.G. dropped to the pavement violently, lying in the crimson blood pooling around their bullet-riddled bodies. Samson concealed the M16 back under his long coat and trotted off.

  Chapter 16

  The news of her cousin’s death overwhelmed Baby with grief and it hit the hood like a ton of bricks. Everyone was shocked about it. They couldn’t believe G.G. was dead. G.G.’s gruesome murder traveled like the wind through the streets. It seemed too unreal for everybody, and had Baisley Park Housing on standstill. There were many tearful eyes, and agony. G.G. was an icon—a rebel in their hood, and the founder of the Triple P girls. Her crew was angry, and wanted vengeance. Regardless of their sudden trouble, even T.T. was in grief. Her longtime friend was no more, and she regretted her spiteful actions toward G.G. It made T.T. sick to her stomach.

  G.G.’s death made the evening news with several stations covering the couple who was gunned down in the city during the wee hours of the morning. The police and media associated the killings with Chubbs’s checkered past. They figured it was a revenge killing with G.G. caught in the crossfire.

  Baby was filled with anguish. She couldn’t believe her cousin was gone. She couldn’t believe Samson did them both. It wasn’t part of the plan. It angered her. She sat in her still bedroom glued to the floor like an inanimate being. The tears flooded her face. The hurt seeped through her body and her skin like a plague devouring her slowly. She was bitter and regretful at the same time. She hated Samson. She hated him like he was a disease eating through her body.

  The following school day, Baby marched through the halls on a mission. She ignored everybody she came in contact with and searched the crowded hallways for Samson. Her mind was on her dead cousin. She wasn’t thinking rationally. The emotions and pain ate at her like a flesh-eating disease. People right away knew something was wrong. The school heard about G.G.’s death, and some were somber and shocked—but others thought that she had it coming. G.G. was a reckless girl, living a reckless life. Some of the students and teachers felt her violent and gang-banging ways finally caught up with her. But they wouldn’t dare tell it to Baby’s face. They already knew that she was suffering enough and was a firecracker ready to go off.

  Baby spotted Samson standing by the cafeteria. It was his usual post during the lunch hours. He had been absent for a moment—taking a few sick days after the murders and laying low—but now he was back to work like everything was fine.

  Baby marched up to Samson with her fiery eyes trained at every part of him. His attention was turned toward another matter going on in the cafeteria. Baby clenched her fists tightly, so tightly that her nails were digging into the palms of her hands.

  “You killed my fuckin’ cousin!” she screamed madly.

  Samson turned around and saw Baby charging for him at full throttle. She was filled with rage. He was taken aback suddenly. All attention in the cafeteria shifted toward Baby charging for Samson.

  “You killed my fuckin’ cousin!” Baby screamed again.

  She lunged at Samson and punched him in the face with a mighty blow. He stumbled back. It was a striking hit from the petite, young girl. She tried to swing at him again, but other safety officers quickly intervened, grabbing Baby immediately and pulling her away from Samson.

  “I hate you! You killed G.G.,” she shouted.

  The students were shouting and animated, and the adults were befuddled by Baby’s wild statement. Samson could only stare at Baby—watching as Pandora’s Box was slowly opening and revealing his dirty little secret.

  “I should never have fucked you. You a fuckin’ killer ... I hate you! I hate you!” Baby continued to scream.

  She attempted to free herself from Billy’s grip to continue her fight with Samson. But Billy overpowered the girl and dragged her out of the cafeteria with her screaming, crying, and throwing violence toward anyone around her. Samson was left standing there in the spotlight—exposed—with Baby’s hard and revealing words lingering in everyone’s heads that heard her say, “I should have never fucked you!”

  “Is she telling the truth?” one lady security officer asked.

  “She’s crazy!” Samson responded.

  Marvin walked up to Samson. He smirked at the rookie officer. He locked eyes with the fuming Samson and said to him, “No, she’s not. You were fuckin’ that young girl, weren’t you?”

  “I don’t know what she’s tal
king about. She’s delusional,” said Samson.

  “No, she’s not. I saw you, man. I saw you and her exiting from a motel room a few nights ago,” Marvin let it be known.

  Samson kept a deadpan look. Just like that, his life was spiraling out of control. The other officers didn’t want to believe the scandal that was unfolding in their school. But it was happening. Samson tried to remain adamant about his innocence, but Marvin kept on pushing the subject.

  “I told you to stay away from her, that she was bad news ... but you a stupid muthafucka that couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, huh,” Marvin exclaimed.

  It made Samson upset.

  “She got you pussy whipped, nigga?” Marvin added.

  Abruptly, Samson swung and punched Marvin in the jaw, throwing the slender man off his feet and onto his back, having him smashed against the floor.

  “Fuck you!” Samson shouted.

  He was quickly restrained by his coworkers and removed from the cafeteria. It took Marvin a moment to get back up on his feet. Samson had knocked the wind out of him. The students looked on in awe. His coworkers were disgusted. Samson quickly went from being the cute new school safety officer with the impressive military background in the school, to the shameful, perverted predator. He was called into the principal’s office to meet with Principal Palmer about the incident. He knew his job was done for, and his freedom was at risk. He knew he had fucked his whole life for a piece of pussy.

  Baby was devastated. She didn’t know what to do or who to run to. She had been expelled from school. Principal Palmer had had enough of her out-of-control and reckless manners, and when she put her hands on Samson, even if it was for a good reason, she was still in the wrong. Palmer had sympathy for her, especially with the loss of G.G.—but he couldn’t tolerate the behavior anymore. He couldn’t put his other students at risk. The expulsion was a long time coming.

  Baby stormed off the elevator and hurried toward J. Rock’s apartment on the fifth floor. She was still emotional and grieving. She wanted Samson to pay for what he did to G.G. She wanted a hit out on him.