by Chunichi
“I gutted him.” Again I had a completely blank face.
Diablo didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure how to take me. He just stared at me speechless, looking totally confused.
“I’m fucking with you, nigga. He straight,” I said, breaking the ice.
“Man, you had me fucked up. I’m gone.” Diablo dapped me up and got out of the car.
I pulled out of the parking lot, pleased that things were falling into place.
Chapter 29
“A Day Full of Surprises”
Jewel
It had been weeks since I’d seen or heard from Touch. The last time I saw him was the night he left the house, crushing any hopes I had of us reuniting. Although it wasn’t an easy task, I’d managed to stop calling his phone twenty times a day and thinking about him every minute of the hour.
My days were long and lonely, but I was determined to get over him. I did as many things as I could to stay occupied. The house was spotless, because I’d used cleaning as one of my distractions. I’d gone as far as to even clean out our closets, pantry, and cupboards. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was working out or at the gym taking a swim.
Weeks earlier, all of my time was wasted planning for my wedding, but since it was pretty obvious no wedding was in my future, I’d stopped all proceedings. I’d even tried to collect refunds on some of my deposits.
Although Touch wasn’t around, and there was no money coming in, the bills didn’t stop accumulating. Touch and I had accrued quite some debt with our ghetto-fabulous lifestyle, and our bank account was getting smaller and smaller each day. I didn’t know what the future had in store. It even crossed my mind to contact my boy from TMF to do a little business transaction of my own.
I checked the mail to see what new bills had come through. As I sat at the breakfast bar and flipped through the bills, my stomach turned. I literally became nauseous. I jumped from the barstool and rushed to the downstairs bathroom.
“Blaugh!” I began to vomit in the toilet.
I’d been experiencing nausea and fatigue for the past couple of days. At first, I thought I was coming down with a stomach virus, but it was too sporadic. I’d even tried calling Misty to get her medical advice, but I had not even talked to her that much since the night Touch left. I’d left numerous messages, but she hadn’t returned any of them. She hadn’t even returned my text messages. I wondered if I’d done something wrong or if she was mad at me. It was like she and Touch both walked out my life at the same time.
Not knowing what else to do, I decided to try the obvious and take a pregnancy test. I unwrapped the wrapper and placed the tip of the test under a stream of my urine, as the instructions stated. I recapped the tip and washed my hands and waited.
Two minutes seemed like two hours, but when it was over, I rushed over to read the results. I glanced down and read the results. Unsure if what I was seeing was correct, I picked the test up and read it a little closer.
“Oh, God!” I screamed then burst into tears.
I dropped the test on the floor then slid down in a corner of the bathroom. I sat there with my knees bent to my chest and buried my head in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn’t understand what I had done so bad that God was punishing me like this. In a matter of weeks, I’d lost my future husband, become distant with my new best friend, and now I was going to be forced to raise a child alone. There was no way I was prepared to raise a child. I had neither security nor the slightest idea how to even raise a damn child.
I gathered myself and tried to call Misty again. I really hated to bother her, because I’d called so many times already, but I really needed someone to talk to. I felt like I was literally on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“Hey, girl,” Misty answered right away.
I was relieved to hear her voice. “Hey, Misty. I really need to talk. I’ve been trying to reach you for some time now.”
“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, boo. I’ve been working overtime at the hospital, so I’ve been so exhausted. In fact, I’m on my way in right now. I’ll call you when I get off.”
“Okay,” I said, although I was quite disappointed that I hadn’t a chance to tell her what was going on with me.
Stressed, exhausted, and just plain old depressed, I drank a cup of Sleepytime tea and laid down for a nap.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I was wakened by a hard, constant banging on the front door.
Three Virginia Beach police officers were at the door.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Are you California Jewel Diaz?” one of the police officers asked.
“Who? No, you have the wrong house.” I backed up and slammed and locked the door in their faces.
It was a dead bolt, so they were going to have to break the door down. I ran upstairs to grab my purse and raided the sock drawer to see what cash I had in there. I didn’t have much time.
While the cops were desperately trying to get my front door open, I quickly ran downstairs and headed out of the back kitchen door.
A police officer greeted me with a 9 mm gun in my face. “Get down on the ground!” he ordered.
Another one cuffed me. “You’re under arrest for conspiracy to distribute narcotics. Where is Trayvon Davis?”
The third police officer started reading me my Miranda rights, as the other officers rushed through the house looking for Touch.
I was speechless. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I sat silent as a mouse as those pigs threw me in the police car to take me down to the station.
Chapter 30
“On a Mission”
Touch
Days had passed since I’d fucked Misty, but something about her just didn’t sit well with me. I couldn’t understand how this bitch was supposed to be Jewel’s girl, yet she gave the pussy up so easily. I couldn’t help but think about Sasha when I thought about Misty. Those two bitches were one and the same.
I actually started to feel sorry for Jewel. She had the worst luck, when it came to females.
As I pulled into the driveway, I decided to give her a call. Her cell phone went straight to voice mail, so I tried calling the house. When I called the house, the phone rang out until voice mail picked up. It had been a couple days since I’d last received a call from Jewel. I’d originally figured she had finally gotten some pride and decided to stop calling, but when I called her and wasn’t able to reach her, something came over me.
Deep inside, I felt something was wrong. I got out of my car and headed to my front door.
“Yo, Touch,” my neighbor called out to me.
I stopped in the driveway to speak to him. “What’s up, man?”
“The police was at your crib today, man. They was out here asking niggas when the last time you been here and shit.”
I didn’t know what the fuck was up, but I wasn’t taking no chances in finding out. I’d already planned to take a trip to the A to deal with this nigga Diablo, but the information my neighbor shared with me had instantly put those plans into motion.
I didn’t even bother going into my crib. After talking to my neighbor, I walked right back to my car and got right back in.
I called up Lisa.
“Hey, boo.” She sounded excited to hear from me.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Nothing. Chilling. What’s up with you?”
“I need a favor, ma.”
“Okay. What’s up? You know you can always depend on me, even though you be putting me through hell with all your bitches.”
“Ah shit! There you go. How many times I gotta apologize?”
“Mmmm . . . maybe about ten to fifteen more times.” Lisa giggled.
“Look, on the real, though, I need you to switch cars with me for a few days.”
“Oh, no problem. I don’t mind pushing the seven forty-five. But the question is, what is your bitches gonna say? I don’t want no beef, Touch.”
“Everything good, man. I’m on my way over.” I hung
up the phone.
When I got to Lisa’s house, it took about ten minutes for me to bend her over and get a quickie. Then I switched cars with her, and I hopped on the interstate and headed to Atlanta.
My brain was racing the entire ride there. I tried calling Jewel several times, but I still couldn’t get her. Then I began to think even harder. I started to wonder if this bitch had set me up. I knew bitches had a habit of letting their emotions take over and doing some crazy shit. That would explain why she stopped calling me and wasn’t answering any of my calls.
My mind ran on Misty. What if that bitch set me up? She knew a little too much about me, and the bitch just came on the scene out of nowhere. At that point everybody was a suspect. I broke my phone in two and threw it out the window onto Interstate 95.
The longer I drove, the more I was consumed with my thoughts. I tried to listen to the radio and CDs, but nothing could get my mind off this shit. This is what I get for thinking with my dick. I should have never fucked that girl, Misty. I didn’t even know that broad like that. What if Jewel found out we had sex and now she’s out to get me? These bitches had me slipping.
I was disappointed with myself. I was usually on point with shit, but I had to admit, I’d fucked up a whole lot in those past few weeks. I knew when I got to the A, I would need to get one of those pre-paid cell phones to conduct my business, but first I needed to pay a visit to Diablo.
It worked out in my favor that I got to Atlanta late that night. I went to a strip club called Bottoms Up that I frequented. I figured I would catch Diablo there. The last time I ran into him, it was at that same spot.
Sure enough, just like I figured, he was there. I discreetly sat in the corner of the club and waited patiently for an hour for him to head out.
I watched him stagger to his car. I pulled out of the parking lot behind him. He was too drunk to realize I was even following him. Plus, I was thankful he didn’t take no bitches home with him. The less witnesses, the better for me. Besides, the only one whose head I wanted to put a bullet in was Diablo’s.
Diablo pulled up in his garage. Just as he was closing the garage door, I literally rolled my body in underneath it before it shut. When I pressed up on him, his back was turned.
“Nigga, what the fuck you doing here?” he asked before I put my gun into his back.
“You don’t get to ask any questions.” Without warning, I shot him in the leg.
“Man, you shot me!” he whimpered in surprise.
“Do we understand each other? Next time, I have no problem with shooting you in the throat.”
“Yeah, I got you.” He nodded, sweat coming from his forehead.
“Take me to your basement.” I shoved him in the back with my gun.
I followed a limping Diablo through his house and into his basement. Once there, I tied him up with some rope he had on the counter in his basement and got ready for his execution.
“Touch, man, please don’t kill me,” he begged. “I got kids.”
“There you go again with your mouth.” I pistol-whipped him.
“Please,” he said, blood pouring down the side of his face.
“Why you think I stole from you, bitch nigga? I run these fucking streets. You really think I need to steal from you?” I asked.
“Sasha told me you robbed her. That shit was worth eighty grand. But I later found out that bitch kept the shit and tried selling it to some niggas in VA. I guess she set us both up, man. The bitch is sheisty. Maybe she was thinking one of us would be in a six-feet-deep grave right now. Please—”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up! Crying like a little bitch!” I untied him enough where he could maneuver his way out of the ropes. Then I quickly dipped out of his crib.
I knew deep inside this nigga was telling the truth. One, I knew how this bitch Sasha moved, and two, just how that shit happened didn’t seem right. First, the bitch was trying to get a piece of my dick. Then as soon as I diss her, this nigga was calling up saying I robbed Sasha. That bitch just saw an opportunity for get-back and to make some cash all at the same time.
Chapter 31
“Payback’s a Bitch”
Calico
“Yo,” I answered Diablo’s call, hoping he was gonna deliver the message I’d been waiting for.
“She’s ready for you.”
“Cool. I’m on my way.”
I’d waited nearly two weeks for Sasha to arrive in Atlanta. For a moment I had thought about going to VA to look for her ass. Luckily, I waited a few extra days.
I jumped in my car and headed to the club, where I slid in unnoticed, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.
The scene was the same as the very first time I’d gone there. There was a group of guys in one corner playing Madden on the projector screen, another set gambling in another corner, and Diablo was in another spot, having a conversation with another cat.
Just like before, I entered the dice game. After about fifteen minutes, I heard niggas talking about a phat ass that just bounced into the club, so I turned around to check out the ass too.
Bingo, I thought, a smile spreading across my face. That phat ass looked real familiar to me. I was almost certain it belonged to Sasha.
To be sure, I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled down to the name Malibu then hit send. Moments later, her phone began to ring, and she started to fumble through her purse to search for it. Already having my confirmation, I hung up.
I sat quiet as a mouse, watching Sasha’s every move. She didn’t look in the direction of the dice game, so she didn’t even notice me.
When I saw her leave the club, I slipped out of the club and cautiously made my way to the car and jumped in. I noticed a staggering Diablo right behind me.
“What the fuck happen to you, man?” I asked as soon as he got in the car.
“I got shot.”
“What? Man, get the fuck out of the car! I can’t be taking no cripple with me on no shit like this,” I said, not willing to take any risks.
“Chill out, man. Everything a’ight.”
“Yeah, okay, nigga. Shit get tight, you on your own.”
“I can hold my own, man. Don’t worry about me.”
That ended the conversation as we spotted Sasha loading the duffle bag Diablo had given her in the trunk of her car. I waited until she left the parking lot and followed her for more than twenty minutes, waiting for the right time to let her have it.
“Looks like she’s headed to her crib,” Diablo said. “We gonna have to be careful because she has two little boys, and sometimes her baby daddy be there.”
I watched as she pulled onto a quiet neighborhood street then into an apartment complex. Sasha grabbed her duffle bag and headed into her third-floor apartment.
Minutes later, we grabbed our guns and rushed to her apartment.
I kicked the door in. I was the first to spot her. “Surprise, surprise, bitch!” I said, pointing the gun in her face.
“What the fuck is this?”
Smack!
I hit her hard in the face with the gun, and she dropped to the floor.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Diablo pinned her to the living room wall. “I ought to kill your muthafuckin’ ass.”
I punched her in the face. “How long did you think you was going to keep playing us and we not figure out your damn scheme?” This bitch deserved to get beat like a dude. She thought she was so fucking slick, taking other people’s money.
Diablo still had her pinned to the wall.
“Please . . . my sons are in the other room sleeping. Don’t hurt them,” she begged, almost breathless.
“Let her go,” I ordered Diablo, and she fell helpless to the ground, choking and trying desperately to catch her breath. “I got something better in store for this bitch.” I snatched her shirt off, leaving her in her bra. “You want to see what it feels like to have something precious taken from you?” I slid my gun beneath her bra, forcing her breasts to pop out.
> Sasha tried desperately to crawl away. “Please don’t do this.”
Wham! I kicked her one time in the stomach.
As she balled up in the fetal position, I lifted her skirt and began to unbutton my pants. I was gonna teach her a lesson.
I glanced over to see Diablo standing in the corner like a scared little bitch.
I forced her legs open. My dick was rock-hard as I slid her panties off, leaving her completely naked.
“Mommy,” a little boy called out, rubbing his eyes.
Without flinching, I shot him in the head one time.
“No, not my baby! Nnnnooooo! He didn’t deserve that!” Sasha screamed out, trying to fight with all her might.
Now that shit had turned in a different direction, sex was no longer a priority. I needed to get the money and get the fuck out. Besides, Diablo looked as though he was gonna pass out at any moment.
I kicked Sasha in the stomach again. “Where’s the money?”
“My baby!”
“Where’s the fuckin’ money?” I followed with three more kicks to the stomach.
“Oh my God!”
“Where’s my muthafuckin’ money, bitch?” I punched her in the head to help her remember where it was.
“All right, all right, I will get it for you. It’s in the living room closet,” she informed us and began slowly crawling in that direction.
Diablo and I quickly went to the living room and opened the closet door. We began to search through all the shit stacked up in the closet.
“It’s near the back,” she said between tears.
After ransacking the closet for a few minutes and still not finding shit, I started to feel like this bitch was trying to play me. I turned around, planning to go and shoot this bitch’s other son, to let her know this shit wasn’t a game, but to my surprise when I turned around, she was gone.
I looked up just in time to see her climbing over the balcony. I started firing shots, and this crazy bitch straight jumped, never looking back or thinking twice.
Diablo and I rushed over and looked from the balcony of the apartment to see a lifeless body covered in blood. I would have shot that bitch again, but from the looks of things, there was no need. That bitch was definitely gone, her body twisted like a pretzel and blood flowing all around her.