Bury Me a G 3.5

by Tranay Adams

  Te’Qui and Kesha broke their embrace and tucked their red ski-masks. They made their way toward the door, but Kesha suddenly stopped. Te’Qui turned around to her with a frown fixed on his face, holding on to one of her hands.

  “What’s wrong, momma?” he asked concerned.

  “Oh, baby, I gotta throw up.” Kesha’s cheeks ballooned and she held her hand over her mouth, with her eyes bulging.

  “You sho’?” Te’Qui asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

  Kesha nodded and sprinted off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Te’Qui listened as she lifted the lid on the commode and threw up into the bowl. She threw up over and over again, sounding like she was going to hurl up her insides. Te’Qui heard her breathing hard. Looking underneath the slight opening of the door, he could see her shadow. She was on her knees hunched over the commode.

  Concerned with his lady, Te’Qui approached the bathroom and knocked on it. His forehead was creased as he leaned up against the bathroom door.

  “Y-Yeah,” Kesha called out.

  “You okay in there, ma?” Te’Qui asked her.

  “I-I’ll be fine, baby. Gimme a sec’ and we on ‘em niggaz. You heard?”

  “My baby always on her shit, I ain’t worried about that.”

  “Okay.”

  “Take yo’ time, ain’t no rush.”

  Te’Qui leaned his back against the wall on the side of the bathroom door. He then folded his arms across his chest, tapping his foot as he waited for his lady. A moment later the door clicked unlock and Kesha flipped the light switch off, walking out of the bathroom.

  “You good, lil’ momma?” Te’Qui asked her.

  “Yeah.” Kesha smiled.

  Te’Qui studied her for a while and then said, “Yo’, I think you might be pregnant. We gon’ get chu a test from CVS once we finish this mission, alright?”

  “Alright,” she nodded. “I think you might be right. I have been feeling nauseated lately.”

  “Okay. I got chu faded once we handle this shit.” He pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead and lips. He then took her by her hand and walked out of the bedroom.

  ***

  “Hold up.” Te’Qui told Kesha as he stared out of the passenger window at the house they were looking for.

  “This the house?” Kesha asked as she brought the car to a stop and looked at the same crib that Te’Qui was looking at.

  “Yep, there’s the truck. It’s parked in front of that old-ass Buick Lasabre.” he informed her as he looked down at the picture of the vehicle they were hired to obtain. It was a white 2000 Chevrolet Tahoe. Besides its smoke black tinted windows and twenty-four chrome inch rims, Te’Qui didn’t see what the big fuss was about the truck. For the amount of money he was getting paid to snatch it, the nigga that hired him could have copped ten of them mothafuckaz. Te’Qui didn’t know his employer’s reasoning behind wanting the Tahoe nor did he care. The nigga was paying him thirty stacks to bring him the truck, and that’s exact what the fuck he was going to do.

  “Babe, park around the corner from this mothafucka. We gon’ go through the backyard of that house.” Te’Qui commanded his lady.

  Kesha did like she’d been told. She and Te’Qui had already done their homework on the thirty something Mexican couple that lived in the house they were going to hit. The woman went to night school while her man worked a third shift at a packaging company and slung a little coke on the side. The couple had two Doberman Pinschers in their backyard, but Te’Qui was positive they’d could get pass them. Once they’d taken care of the hounds, he was sure they’d be leaving with the truck that night.

  Kesha and Te’Qui pulled out their red ski-masks. They pulled the masks over their faces and jumped out of the car. They threw their hoods over their heads and made hurried steps up the block, looking around to make sure that there weren’t any eyes on them. Once they didn’t see anyone, they continued towards the house they’d staked out. They made their way through the yard of the house, creeping on the side of the house and eventually making it into the backyard. Once they made it to the end of the yard, they came before a gate, which divided the alley and Armon’s house. Hunched down from where they were they could see a couple of mean-ass Doberman Pinschers partroling Armon’s backyard. One was brown and the other was black. They both had clipped tails.

  Te’Qui tapped Kesha and said, “Do yo’ thang, lil’ momma.”

  “I got cha, lil’ daddy,” Kesha responded and pulled a small, slender bamboo branch from out of the confines of her hoodie. She loaded two darts stained with a sedative into it and brought the bamboo to her full lips. She blew into the end of the bamboo branch twice, hard. The darts flew out of the hollow branch so fast that they appeared invisible. The dogs yelped and looked around for who had shot them, but they didn’t see anyone because Te’Qui and Kesha was ducked down and cloaked in the darkness.

  “How long you say before those darts take effect?” Te’Qui whispered to Kesha.

  “A minute or two,” Kesha answered.

  “Alright.”

  A total of two minutes had passed with Te’Qui and Kesha watching the dogs. The hounds were walking around the backyard like they hadn’t been shot with anything. Te’Qui’s forehead creased as he wondered why the dogs hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Right then, he pulled back the sleeve of his sweatshirt and looked at his watch. Three minutes had passed since the dogs had been shot. He then looked back up to see the Doberman Pinschers staggering around on wobbly legs, before they eventually collapsed in the grass.

  “There they go, come on,” Te’Qui tapped Kesha and they scaled the gate, jumping down onto the gravelly ground inside of the alley. They then hopped the fence into Armon’s backyard and made their way up the steps of the back porch where the back door was. Te’Qui stood beside Kesha as she kneeled and picked the locks of the back door. Once she finished, she stood erect and pulled the door open. She then handled the lock of the last door standing between them and their assignment.

  “Alright, baby, she’s wide open.” Kesha stood up and told him, smiling.

  “I see. Good job, lil’ momma.” Te’Qui dapped her up. He then pulled her into him and kissed her hard and romantically. When he pulled back from her, they were both smiling. “You ready to do this?”

  “Fa sho’.” she responded.

  “Watch my back.”

  “Watch my front.”

  With that having been said, Te’Qui and Kesha pulled out their guns. Te’Qui took the led and pushed the door open, gently. As he and Kesha made their way inside of the kitchen, they clocked Armon, his wife, daughter and their grandfather eating dinner at the dining room table. Before they could make their move, the wife had spotted Te’Qui. Her eyes got as big as saucers and she shrieked.

  “Aaaahhhhhh!” she screamed hysterically and threw her hands to her face, trembling uncontrollably.

  At that moment, Te’Qui and Kesha rushed the dining room. When Armon saw them coming, he jumped to his feet and snatched the butcher’s knife out of the pot roast. He threw the knife at Te’Qui’s head and he moved to the side, dodging it. The shiny metal knife spun around in circles, gleaming as it flew passed his ear.

  Thock!

  The butcher’s knife stabbed into the wall and Armon took off running. Te’Qui aimed his gun at Armon’s calf as he ran. At this time, the man’s wife was pulling her terrified daughter into her arms. Te’Qui pulled the trigger of the gun and a bullet ripped through Armon’s calf, splattering blood everywhere. Armon threw his head back wincing and hollering aloud. He fell to the carpeted floor and turned over, face balling as he held his calf with both hands. His blood seeped between his fingers and spilled onto the carpet.

  “Aaaah, fuck! Shiiiit!” Armon clenched his teeth as he tried to combat the pain in his wounded leg.

  “Thought that ass was gon’ get away, huh? Not on my watch, pussy!” Te’Qui said to Armon as he hastily approached him, gun pointed at him. He was going to pop that
ass in the collarbone if he tried to get away again. The last thing on his mind was killing him because he needed the keys to the Tahoe if he was going to get paid.

  “Everything is going to be okay. Y’all just stay calm. You hear?” Kesha asked the wife and grandfather, gun rose in case anyone tried to jump fool in that mothafucka. The wife nodded her understanding, while the grandfather just stared at her. “How ‘bout chu, pops? You picking up what I’m sitting down?”

  The grandfather still didn’t respond.

  “This yo’ father?” Kesha asked the wife.

  “Y-yes,” the wife nodded rapidly.

  “Fuck is his problem?” Kesha held both of her hands on the gun as she held the grandfather at gunpoint.

  “I-I don’t know. Check-check his hearing aid, it may be down.”

  “Nah, fuck that! You check his hearing aid.” Kesha demanded.

  The wife said something to her now crying daughter to comfort her before kissing her on the forehead. She then got up from the chair and walked over to her father, turning the volume up on his hearing aid. While the wife was doing this, Kesha clocked the old man hard. She could tell that he was an old school Chicano gangster from his tattooed arms and shit. The tattoo teardrops on both of his cheeks and the prayer hands on his neck stood out the most to her. Kesha couldn’t help thinking about how many people he’d probably smoked. She was sure he’d put in a hell of a lot of work for his hood.

  “You turn them bitchez up?” Kesha asked about the volume on the old man’s hearing aids.

  “Yes.” the wife responded as she sat back down and pulled her daughter into her arms.

  “What’s his name?” Kesha asked the wife.

  “SylvRuth.” she answered.

  “Okay,” Kesha said and then turned to the grandfather who was just staring at her. “SylvRuth, I want chu to stay calm in this mothafucka. All of this will be over as soon as we get what we came here for. No one has to die. Is that understood?”

  SylvRuth nodded.

  “Good.”

  “Alright,” Te’Qui said to Armon as he stood over him with his gun pointed down at his head. “Gimme the keys to that Tahoe parked in the driveway, and you and yo’ family will be left be. That’s my right hand to God.”

  “Fuck you! My dead brother left me that car!” Armon winced continuously as he held his bleeding leg.

  Te’Qui scowled and pressed his gun to the back of homeboy’s skull and said, “My nigga, you gon’ either come off that, or you gon’ make me do somethin’ I really don’t wanna do to yo’ family. You feel me? Don’t take it there, homes! I don’t need that kinda shit on my conscience.”

  While Te’Qui was going back and forth with Armon, the grandfather was pulling something out of his waistline. The wife, who was still holding her daughter, peeped what he was doing but she didn’t say a word. At this time, Kesha was staring at Te’Qui and not paying the grandfather any attention. Seeing the grandfather pulling a gun in the reflection of the pitcher of ice tea at the center of the table, Kesha brought her gun around in time to see him pointing his gun at her.

  Blowl! Blowl! Blowl! Blowl!

  The grandfather dropped the gun and he danced in the chair as he took several shots, eventually topping over in his chair. He crashed to the floor wearing bug eyes and an open mouth.

  “Grandpaaaaaa!” the daughter called out to her grandfather with her hand outstretched. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and her bottom lip quivered.

  “Noooooooo!” the wife hollered out in tears, seeing the grandfather gunned down.

  “I told you! I warned you both, but he wouldn’t listen.”

  Te’Qui looked over his shoulder at Kesha wondering what the fuck happened. They exchanged nods. They had already agreed they wouldn’t kill anyone there unless they tried something, so Te’Qui already knew that the old man had tested his lady’s gangsta.

  “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” the daughter screamed over and over again, hysterically. Her mother pressed her face against her bosom and rocked her as she cried her eyes out.

  “Mi padre!” Armon frowned up and tears spilled down his cheeks. Seeing his father lying there dead fucked him up.

  Te’Qui nudged the back of Armon’s head and said, “You see that? Huh? You see that shit? Now, gimme the keys to that truck out there, or yo’ wife’s next.”

  “Fuck you, puto! I’m not finna give you shit! Suck my cock!” Armon spat heatedly, looking up at Te’Qui.

  “Alright, my nigga, you remember you did this to yo’ self!” Te’Qui told him. He then looked at Kesha and said, “Put one in his wife’s thankin’ cap!”

  “Please, no! Ahhhhhh!” the wife shrilled as Kesha grabbed her by her hair and slung her to the floor. Her daughter fell beside her on the floor, still crying from seeing her grandfather murdered in cold blood.

  Kesha then pressed her sneaker down against the wife’s chest and pointed her gun at her forehead.

  “Sorry,” Kesha said to the wife before she acted on her man’s command.

  “No! Stop! Wait, I’ll give you the keys!” Armon told Te’Qui over his shoulder.

  “Good boy.” Te’Qui smiled and ruffled his head. “Now, where them keys at?”

  Armon took one of his bloody hands from off his wounded leg and removed the necklace from around his neck which held the key to the Chevy Tahoe parked in the driveway.

  Te’Qui snatched the keys and stashed them in his pocket. He then threw a pair of zip-cuffs down beside Armon and ordered him to put them on. Afterwards, he told Kesha to put zip-cuffs on Armon’s wife and daughter. Kesha tucked her gun and pulled out the zips, restraining the mother and daughter’s wrists with them. Once she finished, she stood upright and walked over to her man.

  “What about the keys to the Blazer?” Kesha asked. She’d just recalled seeing the Blazer parked behind the Chevy Tahoe they were hired to steal.

  Te’Qui turned to Armon. “Where the keys to that piece of shit parked behind the Tahoe?”

  “It’s in my right pocket,” Armon nodded to his right pocket, and Te’Qui pulled the keys out of it. He handed the keys to both vehicles to Kesha and told her to pull the car out while he held down the house.

  “Once you pull out the Tahoe, take that bitch to the location. You know where I’m talkin’ ‘bout, right?” Te’Qui asked her.

  “Yeah, bae, I got chu.”

  “Good.”

  Kesha kissed her man goodbye and went off to handle her business. Once he heard her toot the horn of the Tahoe and drive off, Te’Qui knew that she’d carried out the assignment he’d given her. Once this signal was given, Te’Qui kicked Armon across the chin and knocked him out cold. He then ran out of the house and hopped the backyard fence, jumping down onto the graveled ground of the alley. Next, he scaled the gate of the house who’s owners weren’t home and darted to the front of the house where he procured the car he’d came there in. Jumping behind the wheel, he fired up the car and sped off to his next destination.

  ***

  Calhoun, the nigga that had hired Te’Qui to steal the Chevy Tahoe, stood out on his porch taking pulls from a Black & Mild and blowing smoke into the air. He glanced at the time on his cell phone and then looked back up, wondering what was keeping Te’Qui and his girl. The young thug had called him half an hour ago and told him that they were on the way.

  “Where this mothafucka at?” Calhoun asked no one in particular.

  “They still haven’t come, baby?” a feminine voice said from his rear. He looked over his shoulder and found the silhouette of his wife who happened to be holding their newborn child. The only thing that could be made out about the mother and her daughter were their silhouettes.

  As soon as Calhoun’s wife posed the question, Te’Qui and Kesha pulled up one after another. Te’Qui rolled down the passenger window and leaned over to holler out of the window.

  “Yo’, where you want me to park this mothafucka, Blood?” Te’Qui inquired.

  “Pull into the back, at the gara
ge door,” Calhoun motioned with his hand. As Te’Qui followed his instructions, he turned around to his wife. “Close the door and go to bed, baby. I’ll be back inside inna minute.”

  With that having been said, Calhoun’s wife shut the door and went back inside. Once she was gone, Calhoun pulled his robe around his waist tighter and tied it around him. He then flicked his Black & Mild to the ground and mashed it out under his house slipper, leaving black ash and burning embers behind. Next, he jogged up the steps and grabbed what looked like a leather bowling bag stashed behind the balcony. He then headed to his backyard, hearing the slamming of car doors as he went along. By the time he rounded the corner of his house, he saw Te’Qui and Kesha looking in his direction, waiting for him.

  “’Sup, man? I was beginnin’ to worry,” Calhoun said to Te’Qui, walking past him.

  “Shiiiit, I’m pushin’ a stolin’ ride, I hadda take a couple of back streets to stay off the radar. You feel what I’m sayin’?” Te’Qui asked him.

  “I feel you, big dawg,” Calhoun switched hands with the bag he was toting and lifted the door of his garage. He then stepped aside and told Te’Qui to drive the Tahoe inside. Once he did, Calhoun and Kesha walked inside behind him. Calhoun closed the garage door behind them and sat the bag aside. He then grabbed a jack and pulled it over to the Tahoe, pumping the pole of the jack up and down. It took about fifteen pumps before the jack had the truck’s back wheels off the ground. Once he’d done this, he popped open his tool box and removed a couple of tools, which he used to remove the muffler of the SUV.

  Te’Qui and Kesha exchanged glances, wondering what the fuck Calhoun was doing. Te’Qui then turned to him and said, “What chu doin’, my nigga?”

  “You’ll see, youngsta. Gimme a sec’,” Calhoun walked the muffler over to the iron table at the corner of the garage. He put on a pair of workman gloves and protective eye wear. Next, he picked up the electric chainsaw and pulled its trigger, causing the jagged edged blade to spin around. The sound of the spinning blade filled the air. Sparks flew everywhere as he used the saw to cut open the muffler. He sat the saw aside, pulled his eye wear back at the top of his head and then pried the muffler open. A smile spread across his face as he feasted his eyes on six blocks of dope wrapped in aluminum foil.