Bury Me a G 3.5

by Tranay Adams

Te’Qui’s brows slanted and his nostrils flared. He stepped to T.J. with hostility. He didn’t play that shit about Kesha. He’d blow a nigga’z brains out over her. “My nigga, my queen not gon’ be too many mo’ bitchez, ya hear? Watch cho mothafuckin’ mouth.”

  T.J.’s face balled up and his lips slanted. He looked Te’Qui up and down like This is not what you want. He then waved him off, like he wasn’t tripping off of him. “Whatever, nigga, I ain’t even finna go there witchu. You know how I get down. I need you to bust this move with me. I know somebody that can tell me where that hoe-ass bitch Boo at. So, grab yo’ shit and let’s roll.”

  “Nah,” Te’Qui shook his head. “I ain’t goin’ any where ‘til you apologize to my queen for disrespectin’ our home.”

  “Blood, you serious?” T.J. narrowed his eyelids and angled his head. He looked him square in his eyes trying to figure out if he was playing with him. From the expression on his homeboy’s face he looked like he was dead ass serious about what he’d said.

  “You mothafuckin’ right, I ain’t budgin’ ‘til you handle that.” he held his gaze. He had a straight face and he wasn’t bullshitting either.

  T.J. stared at him for a minute. He nodded his head and licked his lips. He knew he was doing too much with that shit he pulled earlier, and if all it took for Te’Qui to roll out with him was an apology, then he’d give him that.

  “Alright, fuck it. A nigga violated, I’ll give you that. Tell wifey to come up in here.” he motioned for the bedroom door.

  “Bet.”

  Te’Qui walked inside of his bedroom and told Kesha something that T.J. couldn’t quite make out. T.J. watched as Te’Qui searched his closet for something while Kesha got out of bed and came out into the living room. She stopped just outside of the doorway and folded her arms across her breasts, leaning the weight of her body on one leg. By the look on her face T.J. could tell that she wasn’t interested in anything that he had to say, but if he had to smooth things over with her so his homeboy would ride out with him, then fuck it.

  “Yo’,” T.J. began as he placed his hand against his chest, “a mothafucking nigga apologize for blowing up y’all spot like I did earlier. That shit was mad disrespectful and it won’t happen again. On God.” he kissed his fingers and crossed himself in the sign of the holy crucifix.

  “Hmmph,” Kesha looked him up and down like he wasn’t shit. She then headed back inside of the bedroom.

  T.J. waved her off and sat down on the arm of the living room couch, folding his arms across his chest. He watched Te’Qui from where he sat. The nigga had just emerged from out of the closet, slipping on a bulletproof vest. Kesha helped him strapped it down to his body and slip his sweatshirt over his head. Afterwards, she gave him a hug and a kiss. With that out of the way, Te’Qui came out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him.

  “You ready to roll, bro?” Te’Qui asked him.

  “Yeah, let’s go.” T.J. rose from off the arm of the couch and followed his right-hand man out of the house.

  ***

  Boom!

  Te’Qui kicked open the door and rushed in, with T.J. bringing up the rear. As soon as Broadway saw them, he went to grab the banga lying on the table beside the money he was counting up. Before his hand could grasp the handle of his weapon, Te’Qui was putting some hot shit through him. Bloom! The blast from the shotgun knocked Broadway’s chair over and made made his ass wince. His blood dotted up the wrinkle bills he was counting, and he made a loud thud when he hit the carpeted floor.

  As soon as the front door had flown open, Tangela took off running towards the kitchen to get out through the backdoor. She’d almost cleared the kitchen doorway, when T.J. grabbed the floor runner rug she was making hurried footsteps on and gave it a strong tug. Tangela did a flip in the air and landed hard on her back, wincing.

  “Fuck you think you going, bitch?” T.J. asked with a scowl as he approached her, tucking his banga into his waistline. He grabbed a handful of Tangela’s dookie braids and dragged her ass back into the living room, kicking and screaming. A pained expression was written across her face as she held tight to T.J.’s wrist and thrashed her legs. Her thrashing kicked off one of her high heel pumps in the process.

  “Aaaaaaah!” She belted out with tears in her eyes, which spilled down her cheeks.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up!” T.J. pulled Tangela around and punched her in her mouth hard as fuck, bloodying her grill. He then grabbed a chair and smacked it down on the living room floor, planting Tangela’s ass in it, roughly. “Yo’, check the upstairs, it could be some mo’ bitchez up in here.” He called out to Te’Qui as he duct taped Tangela’s torso and ankles to the chair.

  “Alright,” Te’Qui nodded and ran up the staircase. He kicked open the first bedroom door, but there wasn’t anyone inside. He then made his way down the hallway towards the only bedroom left. He placed his ear to the door and listened closely for any movement. Afterwards, he took a step back and kicked that bitch open with so much force that he nearly tore it off its hinges.

  “Aah! Aaah! Aaaah!” One of the girls screamed.

  “Please, don’t kill us!” a second girl cried.

  “Y’all bitchez shut the fuck up, and bring y’all asses downstairs ‘fore I make shit bloody in here!” Te’Qui threatened. Having heard his homeboy barking orders, T.J. looked to the staircase. He found Te’Qui marching four half naked women down the steps at gunpoint. All of their faces were wet with tears and they appeared to be quivering.

  “Make they asses get on their knees, right there!” T.J. pointed at the center of the living room floor, as he pulled a jar of liquid substance from out of the back pocket of his jeans.

  “Y’all heard the man, get on yo’ mothafuckin’ knees, right there!” Te’Qui commanded the bitchez, pointing his shotgun at the exact spot T.J. wanted them to kneel. Once they’d done like they were told, Te’Qui went down the line of them looking at their faces. They were all fairly attractive, but he could tell that the street life was catching up to most of them. They looked disheveled and aged in the face. In fact, some of them even had track marks on their arms. Hell, one in particular wore denchers, but they weren’t in her mouth because Te’Qui hadn’t given her time to put them in. This was three of the women; the fourth and final girl didn’t look a day over sixteen. Although her body was developed like a grown-ass woman, anyone could clearly see she was a minor.

  Te’Qui stopped at the young girl and looked down into her face. She was sniffling and crying like all the other girls. She quickly looked away from Te’Qui, not wanting to look him in the eyes for fear she’d give him the incentive to kill her.

  “What’s yo’ name, lil’ momma?” Te’Qui asked.

  “A-Asia.” she stuttered, making sure to keep her head bowed.

  “How old are you?”

  “Fourteen.” she whimpered.

  Te’Qui shook his head like it was a goddamn shame, having heard Asia’s age. He then looked back at Broadway’s dead body. His eyes were wide and his mouth was stretched open. “That nigga’z a real piece of shit, Blood, pimpin’ this young-ass girl.” he then turned to T.J. and said, “Yo’, you know lil’ momma is only fourteen-years-old?”

  “Oh, yeah? Well, I didn’t know, and now that I do, I can’t say that I give a shit.” T.J. whipped out his gun again. “My only concern is finding out where that bitch Boo is, and this skank scaliwag-ass bitch is gon’ tell me.” he yanked Tangela into him by her hair and drew a shriek from her. He gave her the evil eye and clenched his jaws, looking her in the face. “Ain’t that right, hoe?”

  “Fuck you, nigga! I ain’t tellin’ you jack shit!” Tangela scowled and spit at him. A nasty gooey glob of saliva hit his ski-mask and dripped off the brow of it.

  T.J. wiped the dripping goo off of his ski-mask with the back of his gloved hand. He then looked down at Tangela, smiling devilishly. “Oh, youa gangsta bitch, huh? Youa gangsta?”

  “Yeah, nigga, I’m the most gangsta bitch up
in here!” She mad dogged him, as he held a fistful of her braids.

  “Hoe, the only G’s in here is me and my mothafucking homeboy! Bow down to something greater than yo’ self, trick!” T.J., still holding Tangela by her braids, took his gun by its barrel and beat her in the face with it. He grunted each time he crashed the hard metal into her face, dotting his clothing with her blood. T.J. was beating her so viciously, that the other hoes turned their heads, cringing. Once he finished whipping her ass, he took a step back and looked at her closely. Tangela’s face was bloody and dripping on her lap. One of her eyes was swollen shut and her nose was twice its size. Her good eye looked around aimlessly. She moaned in pain and spat out a bloody, broken tooth. “Now, who’s the gangsta, bitch?”

  “I-I-I am.” Tangela managed to say with a smart-ass smirk.

  T.J. looked back at Te’Qui and said, “I must admit, I respect this bitch’s G.” he then looked back to Tangela and shot her in the kneecap.

  “Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah!” Tangela whipped her head back, screaming bloody murder. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She brought her head back down and looked T.J. in his eyes, still talking that big, bad gangsta shit. “Fuck you, fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking bitch made-ass nigga!”

  At this time, Asia was looking back and forth between T.J. and Tangela, wondering what he was going to do to her next. Tears were in her eyes and her heart was thudding. She was scared for the older whore.

  “I salute cho’ gangsta,” T.J. saluted Tangela and pointed the gun at her forehead.

  “No, don’t kill my sister!” Asian called out.

  T.J. and Te’Qui frowned up and looked at Asia. They were shocked at the revelation that she’d made.

  “Bitch, you were letting this nigga pimp out cho lil’ sister? Awww, man, neither one of y’all ain’t shit. But neither am I ‘cause I’ma ‘bouta do something that may guarantee that I won’t go to heaven.” T.J. wiped his blood stained gun off on Tangela’s clothing and walked over to her younger sister and the whores. Without warning, T.J. shot all three of the women that were on their knees in their foreheads at point blank range.

  They fell flat on their face and their blood poured out of their heads. His action caused Asia to tremble harder than she did before. She squeezed her eyelids shut and tears jetted down her cheeks. Using the sleeve of his thermal, T.J. wiped the blood from the whores that had splattered against the side of her face. He then turned back around to Tangela who had a shocked expression on her face.

  “What the fuck is the matter with chu, you fuckin’ monster?” Tangela hollered out as tears slid down her cheeks.

  Te’Qui looked down at the dead bodies of the whores and then back up at T.J. He was as ruthless as they came, and he hoped that one day he didn’t have to turn his gun against him. But should that day come, he wouldn’t hesitate to take his head off his shoulders.

  “That was just to let chu know that I’m not playing witcho ass. I mean bitness out this bitch!” T.J. said as he placed his hand on Asia’s trembling shoulder, walking around her until he was at her back. The young girl’s heart was thudding crazily and she found her palms growing moist. With her head bowed and her eyelids shut, she silently prayed to God to spare her life.

  Wait a minute, I know this nigga ain’t ‘bouta do what I think he’s about to do, Te’Qui’s brows creased as he thought to himself. He had the feeling that T.J. was about to bust a cap in Asia’s head, and that wasn’t something he was down with. Bodying grown mothafuckaz was one thing, but killing little girls was another.

  “Now, let’s try this again,” T.J. started over, placing his gun to the back of Asia’s skull. “Where the fuck is Boo? I’m not gon’ ask yo’ ass again.” He looked up at Tangela as he held his banga to the back of her younger sibling’s dome piece.

  Tangela was silent. She didn’t say anything. She appeared to be mulling things over. It was hard for her to give up Boo because the two of them were as good as blood sisters. They’d been tight since the second grade. They’d never even had so much as an argument so it was hard for her to come up with a reason to sell her out.

  “Times up,” T.J. went to put a bullet in the back of Asia’s head, but Tangela called out to him.

  “Waiiiiit!” Tangela shouted. “I’ll tell you-I’ll tell you where she’s at, just don’t kill my sister, okay?”

  Te’Qui sighed with relief. He didn’t want young Asia to get popped. She hadn’t lived her life yet.

  T.J. took his gun from the back of Asia’s head and walked over to Tangela. Stopping before her, he said, “Talk.”

  Tangela told T.J. the address where Boo was holed up at. As soon as she finished spilling her guts, he put a hot one in her brain.

  Blocka!

  Tangela’s head flew backwards and her braids went up into the air, blood spraying out of the back of her dome. Blood and brain fragments dripped out of the back of her skull, as she stared up at the ceiling, wide eyed, mouth open.

  “Noooooooo!” Asia jumped to her feet and shoved T.J. aside, running up the staircase. Before T.J. could fall, he righted himself. He then aimed his gun up at Asia as she fled for her life up the staircase. He tried to draw a bead on Asia, but he couldn’t get her in his sights. Realizing this, he lowered his gun and charged up the staircase after her. Te’Qui chased after him, lugging his shotgun along the way.

  Asia ran into the bedroom and tried to get push the window open. She winced as she struggled to push the window open, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see how far behind the masked men were. They were right on her ass so she started screaming for help, hoping that someone would hear her and call the police.

  Asia managed to push the window open. She was about to climb out of the window until she heard T.J.’s threatening voice behind him.

  “Ah, ah, ah, lil’ bitch!” T.J. taunted her, pointing his gun at her back.

  Asia knew that he had the drop on her. Therefore, she was at his mercy. Acknowledging this, she whimpered and put her hands up in the air, slowly turning around to face him. She was so afraid that she’d wet her panties.

  “Please, don’t kill me. There’s no reason to, I haven’t seen your face! I haven’t seen your face!” Asia broke down sobbing, shoulders rocking back and forth.

  T.J. pulled off his ski-mask and held it down at his side, revealing what he looked like beneath it, and saying, “Now, you have.” he told Asia and pointed his gun at her chest.

  Blocka! Blocka! Blocka! Blocka!

  “Nooooooo!” Te’Qui called out as he reached out to stop T.J. from shooting the young girl but it was already too late.

  Asia’s blood splashed against the windowpane and she fell back on the carpeted floor. She lay there lifeless, staring out of the side of her eyes vacantly.

  “What the fuck is yo’ problem, man!” Te’Qui shoved T.J. hard as fuck, causing him to stumble backwards.

  “Yo,’ watch who you put cho fucking hands on!” T.J. shoved him back more aggressively, causing him to stumble backwards as he did. Both of the gangstaz had mad dog stares plastered across their faces, looking like they were ready to pop off at any moment then. “I don’t give a fuck about none of these bitchez up in here! That bitch, Boo, ran off with my money and my dope, now a nigga on one. The way I’m feeling, anybody can get it behind mine! You feel me?”

  “Lil’ momma wasn’t nothin’ but fourteen, man, she was a lil’ fuckin’ kid.” Te’Qui reasoned as he walked over to Asia’s corpse, looking down at her. He crossed himself in the sign of the holy crucifix. Afterwards, he sat his shotgun down on the nightstand and snatched the white sheet from off the bed, draping it over Asia’s body. As soon as the sheet covered her body, her blood started seeping through it, leaving crimson stains behind.

  “Come on, Blood. Let’s grab that money down stairs on the table and get the fuck from outta here.” T.J. told Te’Qui. He then pulled his ski-mask over his head and adjusted it so that he could see out of the eye holes of it. Without waiting f
or Te’Qui to follow him, he headed out of the bedroom and headed down the staircase.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  After Te’Qui and T.J. disposed of the car they’d driven over to Tangela’s house in, they hopped into a rental and headed out to Te’Qui’s crib. T.J. drove and smoked on a fat ass blunt, stinking up the interior of his ride. He found himself glancing over at Te’Qui whose attention was focused out of the passenger window. There was a frown fixed on his face and he looked hostile.

  “’Sup, Blood? You tripping off that lil’ bitch back there that I offed?” T.J. asked him.

  “That girl was only fourteen, my nigga, fourteen-mothafuckin’-years-old.” Te’Qui told him.

  “Limme ask you something, homie,” T.J. said as he made a right turn at the light. “How old were you when you put ten toes down in these streets? How old were you when you lost yo’ homeboy, Baby Wicked? How old were you when you caught yo’ first body?”

  “I was ten-years-old, but what the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

  “You was ten before you got knee deep in these streets, and that lil’ hoe back there was fourteen. Shiiiiit, she was probably far mo’ seasoned than you. You know bitchez mature faster than niggaz, right?”

  “What’s yo’ point?” his brows wrinkled.

  “My point is this, these streets don’t love nobody. They don’t give a fuck how old you are or who you kin to.” T.J. told him, straight up. “As far as these streets are concerned, if you got sense enough to play in ‘em, then you fair game. It’s fucked up, but that’s just how it is, you feel me?” he tried to pass Te’Qui the bleezy, but he didn’t want to hit that shit. He waved that nigga off.

  “Youz a coldhearted ass nigga, man. Straight up. You don’t give a mad-ass fuck!” Te’Qui told him how he felt. “You know who you remind me off, Blood? You remind me of my mom’s ex-boyfriend, Tiaz. He was a ruthless, cold blooded mothafucka just like you.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, I’d like to meet, Blood.”