Bury Me a G 3.5

by Tranay Adams

  “You can’t. He’s dead. My uncle peeled his ass in jail.”

  “For what?” T.J.’s forehead wrinkled with curiosity.

  Te’Qui went on to give T.J. the rundown on Tiaz and his mother’s relationship, as well as how everything went down. The fat nigga listened closely to everything he was being told, and appeared to be intrigued by it all.

  “Damn, Tiaz didn’t play. Y’all better be happy yo’ unc got ‘em up outta here, or else that woulda been y’all ass.”

  “Man, fuck that nigga! I ain’t no lil’ ass boy no mo’, if he was alive I’d have somethin’ for that ass.”

  “My nigga, spoken like a true gangsta,” T.J. smiled and tried to dap him up, but he left him hanging. Instead, he focused his attention back out of the passenger window.

  T.J. shrugged and kept on driving, puffing on his fat ass blunt. About thirty minutes later he was pulling up at Te’Qui’s house and he was jumping out. Te’Qui slammed the door behind him and leaned down into the passenger window, making eye contact with T.J.

  “Check this out, dawg. You my man and all and I fucks witchu hardbody, but after we get cho trap back, I can’t fuck witchu no mo’.” he told him seriously.

  “What chu mean?” T.J.’s forehead creased.

  “What I mean is, once we get cho shit back, you and me are through. I see the future right now, and fuckin’ with a nigga like you, I’ma either wind up dead or fightin’ a life sentence, and I can’t fade either one of ‘em.”

  With that having been said, T.J. mad dogged Te’Qui, looking like he was ready to bite his fucking face off. He didn’t say shit back though. He pressed the button on the door panel and rolled the passenger window up, causing Te’Qui to pull his head back. When T.J. took off, Te’Qui stood there in the street watching the back brake lights of his car. Once the red lights disappeared, he headed towards his house.

  ***

  Te’Qui closed and locked the door behind him once he entered his house. He pulled off his shirt as he headed to his bedroom door, hearing the television as an infomercial playing. He opened the bedroom door and found Kesha lying underneath the covers on her side asleep. Te’Qui sat on his side of the bed and unlaced his sneakers, sitting them aside on the floor. Afterwards, he rose from the bed, pulling thick wads of blue faces from out of his deep pockets and dumping it on the bed. As he was doing this, Kesha stirred awake and looked at him through sleepy, narrowed eyes.

  “Hey, baby, when did you come in?” Kesha asked groggily.

  “Just now,” Te’Qui replied. From the sound of his voice Kesha could tell something was up with him. So she turned around to him in bed to see what was up.

  “What’s the matter? What happened out there?” she asked with concern.

  Once Te’Qui finished emptying his pockets out on the bed, he turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He then sat up on the bed and grabbed a handful of the money that had Broadway’s blood splattered on it. He and T.J. had busted it down the middle, so he went home with quite a few thousand dollars.

  “I can’t tell you exactly what happened, you know that, Keesh. In my business, it’s always best that you don’t know too much of shit. That way if The Boys snatch you up, you ain’t got shit to tell ‘em ‘cause you don’t know shit. You feel what I’m sayin’?”

  “Yeah, I feel you. You keeping certain things a secret is for both of our protection.”

  “That’s right.” he started counting up the money.

  “It’s ‘cause of something that nigga, T.J. did, huh?” she inquired as she joined him in counting the money up.

  “Yeah.” he admitted, shaking his head as he thought about the fourteen-year-old Asia that T.J. clapped. He then said under his breath, “That stupid fat mothafucka.”

  “Okay. I know you can’t tell me shit, but I can at least guess, right?”

  “If you want too.” he replied with a tone higher than a whisper, as he counted up the blue faces.

  “Well, being that it’s T.J., I know he’s a ruthless ass nigga. So, I’ma say he capped somebody that you feel that he shouldn’t have. Also, the person was young and most likely female. A young girl, probably barely old enough to date?” she looked up at him.

  Te’Qui stopped counting and took a deep breath. Staring ahead, he tried to decide whether he should tell Kesha what was up or not. Coming to a conclusion, he looked her right in her eyes and said, “Yeah. That’s exactly what it is.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.” she sat the stack of money down on the bed and caressed the side of his face.

  “Me too. ‘Cause although I didn’t pull the trigga I was there. So, my hands are just as much stained with baby girl’s blood as his are.”

  Kesha nodded her understanding, but she didn’t agree with the girl’s blood being on Te’Qui’s hands. See, she knew her man was a cold blooded wig splitta in the streets, but she also knew that he had a heart. A big heart.

  Maybe you should fall back from dealing with dude. I mean, it seems like y’all don’t live by the same moral code, so y’all gon’ end up bumping heads. And if he’s the G that he seems to be, they y’all gon’ wind up killing each other.”

  “Shit, I thought that was gon’ go down tonight, after that girl lost her life.”

  “For real, bae?”

  He looked at her and nodded. “Yep.”

  “If that nigga would have done anything to you, I woulda took that choppa out that closet and went looking for that ass.”

  Te’Qui looked at Kesha and smiled. He the caressed her cheek and kissed her on her forehead. He loved the fact that she’d ride out for him. “That’s my baby.”

  “You goddamn right, don’t nobody fuck with my man or my baby.” she looked down and rubbed her stomach.

  Te’Qui and Kesha finished counting up the blue faces. They then rolled them up and put rubber bands around them. Afterwards, he got up from the bed and opened the closet. He opened the digital safe and placed the money inside. He picked up the small notepad and ink pen, writing down the amount he’d just put inside of the safe. Once he sat the ink pen and notepad back inside of the safe, he shut it.

  “I tell you one thing I’ma do though, babe,” Te’Qui started up again, closing the closet door behind him.

  “What’s that?” Kesha asked curiously.

  “Like I told homie once he’d dropped me off, after we get his money and shit back from this broad, I’m severing ties with ‘em. I can’t afford to play for the stakes he’s playin’ for in this game. You feel me?”

  “Sho’ you right, baby.”

  “I’m finna go take a shower.” Te’Qui disrobed and kissed Kesha.

  “Alright, I love you.” she watched his back as he headed for the bathroom door.

  “I love you too, momma.” he replied, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

  Once Te’Qui was out of sight, Kesha got down on her knees on the side of the bed. She shut her eyelids and put her hands together, praying that her fiance made it out of the streets before he met his death in them.

  One night later

  Boo was inside of the kitchen sweeping the floor and singing Boo’d up, when she looked up and seen her four-year-old son, Cordary, peering out of the curtains. Just a second ago he was sitting on the floor playing with his toys and watching television, so she wondered what had stole his interest. Her brows deepened with grooves as she propped the broom up against the wall and walked inside of the living room.

  “Cordary, what are you looking at out there?” Boo inquired as she took her nickel plated .22 from underneath the middle cushion of the couch. A strange feeling had come over her so she decided to grab her gun.

  Cordary was startled by his mother calling his name. He turned around to her with a puzzled look on his face holding one of his toys. His innocent eyes darted to the gun in his mother’s hand and his brows scrunched up, wondering what she was doing with it. He’d saw guns before on television and he knew exactly what they did. So it worried him that his mother was packing
one. The first thing that came to his young mind was that they were in danger.

  “What’s the matter, momma? What’s going on?” the little dude asked with genuine concern.

  “Did you see someone out there, baby?” Boo asked, ignoring the boy’s question. The first thing she thought was T.J. had found out where she was staying and had come to murder her scandalous ass. She looked out through the curtains and scanned the outside, but she didn’t see anyone in sight. “Cordary, who did you see outside?”

  “I saw a man in all-black; he was creepin’ around the side of the house.” Cordary reported.

  Boo took her face from out of the window and turned around to her son, kneeling down to him so they’d be at eye level. “You said he was creeping where?”

  “Around the side of the house, bitch!” A strong masculine voice came from the back of Boo and her son.

  Boo’s heart dropped and she whipped around to where she’d heard the voice come from. She spotted a masked up nigga, who was pointing a gun at her. She went to point her gun at him, and he shot her in the thigh. She hollered out in pain and fell on the floor, grimacing.

  “Mommy!” Cordary called out to her, running to her aid. “Are you okay?”

  Right then, the masked up nigga, T.J., yanked Cordary aside and pointed his gun at Boo’s face. “Drop that burna, bitch, you already know what time it is!”

  Boo obliged T.J. and he kicked the .22 aside. The small gun spun around in circles as it slid across the floor.

  “Uhhhh!” T.J.’s eyes bulged and he grabbed his aching balls with one hand. He doubled over in pain, having been kicked in his crotch by Boo.

  “Run, baby, run!” Boo called out to her son. The boy took off running. He’d cleared the kitchen threshold, when a masked up Te’Qui snatched his little ass up. The boy kicked and screamed as Te’Qui carried him back inside of the living room.

  “Aaaaah, sssss, you fucking bitch! You gon’ pay-oh, yeah, you gon’ pay for that one.” T.J. swore as he winced in excruciation, holding himself. He stood upright, and pointing his gun at Boo’s kneecap.

  “Nooooo, don’t hurt my mommy!” Cordary hollered out, and that’s when it happened.

  Blowl!

  Boo’s kneecap exploded upon impact of the hollow tip slug. She grabbed it with both hands and threw her head back, screaming in agony. Tears rolled out of her eyes and blood seeped between her fingers. Lying where she was on the shiny waxed floor, she bawled and whined like a toddler.

  Seeing that she was already in great pain, T.J. took the liberty to stomp on her thigh, adding to her suffering.

  “Fonky-ass hoe! That shit, hurt don’t it?”

  “Please, T.J., stop! No more!” Boo begged him.

  “Daddy, why are you doin’ this? Stop, you’re hurting mommy!” Cordary called out, with tears spilling down his cheeks. He was afraid for his mother.

  “Welp, since he knows who I am anyway,” T.J. pulled off his ski-mask and stuffed it into his right back pocket, letting it hang like a gangbanger would his bandana. He then turned around to his son, saying, “I know I’m hurting mommy, she’s been bad. This is her punishment for being bad. You know, like how you getta spanking for acting up?” Cordary nodded and wiped the tears from his dripping eyes. “Don’t worry, this’ll all be over in a bit, lil’ man. Just have a seat at that table over there. Then, I want chu to shut your eyes and cover your ears for me.”

  Te’Qui released Cordary and he pulled out a chair at the dining room table, sitting down in it. He then did exactly like his father had told him, shutting his eyelids and covering his ears.

  “Back to this hoe,” T.J. turned around to Boo and kicked her in the stomach.

  “Uhhhhh!” Boo’s body jerked from the kick. Her eyes widened and watered. She held her stomach, having gotten the wind knocked out of her.

  “Now, where my money and dope at?”

  “If-if I tell you-you gon’ kill me anyway. So, fuck you, gon’ head and do it!” Boo told him, as she continued to bawl on the floor, dripping blood.

  “Boy, I tell you, you and yo’ homegirl Tangela. I see where we at with it. I guess I gotta go there,” T.J. tucked his banga at the front of his Dickies and made his way inside of the kitchen. Te’Qui kept a watchful eye on Boo and Cordary while listening to his homeboy rifle through the kitchen drawer. He heard the sound of silverware clinking together, and then a moment later, T.J. came marching out of the kitchen, meat cleaver in his gloved hand.

  “Yo’, go over there and watch that bitch. I got lil’ man from here,” T.J. told Te’Qui.

  “What chu ‘bouta do, dawg?” Te’Qui looked back and forth between the meat cleaver in T.J.’s hand and the sinister look in his eyes.

  T.J. looked at Te’Qui in annoyance, saying, “My nigga, what’s up with the questions? Just hold me down.”

  Te’Qui went to do what he was told. He stood over Boo with his Glizzy at his side. If his homie told him to nod her ass, then that’s exactly what the fuck he was going to do. What was making him uneasy now was T.J. having that meat cleaver out around Cordary. The only reason why he was going to let the scenario play out was because the boy was of T.J.’s blood, and he didn’t think he’d harm him. Te’Qui had it in his mind that homeboy was just going to use the meat cleaver as a scare tatic.

  “Limme see yo’ hand, lil’ man,” Te’Qui sat the meat cleaver down on the dining room table and rolled up Cordary’s sleeve. He then placed his hand flat down on the table top and picked up the meat cleaver.

  “What-what’re you doing to him?” Boo whined.

  A scared Cordary looked back and forth between the meat cleaver and his outstretched hand. He trembled and tears ran down his face.

  “Daddy, no, no! Please!” Cordary pleaded, green snot bubbling out of his nose. His head snapped over to his mother. “Mommy, stop ‘em, stop dad! He’s goin’ to hurt me!” He hollered hysterically, trying to yank his small arm from his father’s grasp. T.J., being the adult, was much stronger than him though, so he couldn’t pull himself free from his grip.

  “T.J., stop! Don’t hurt ‘em, he’s your son! He’s your son for Christ sake!” Boo screamed and yelled from the floor. The tears seemed to be cascading down her cheeks and snot was threatening to drip from her right nostril.

  “He’s my son? My son, huh?” T.J. looked at her and laughed maniacally.

  “Yes, yes, he’s your son! He’s your blood!” Boo hollered out to him.

  “Hahahahahahaha!” T.J. laughed even harder this time. This caused Te’Qui to look back and forth between Boo and T.J. He didn’t know why the fuck that nigga was laughing like that. “Bitch, this lil’ big eared mothafucka ain’t come from out my dick! He that Compton nigga son you was fucking...Drama!” When he said this, recognition flashed in Boo’s eyes. It was from this that he knew that it was undoubtedly true. Drama had told him that Cordary was actually his ‘son’ before he attempted to blow a hole in him. “You didn’t think a nigga knew that, huh? Well, I do! The streets talk, baby girl, and I just so happen to be listening.” he lifted his meat cleaver above his head in a striking motion.

  “Noooo, noooooo, nooooooo!” Boo screamed and screamed, outstretching her bloody hand towards her son. Little Cordary was looking at her pleadingly, slimy snot sliding over his lips. His face was shiny from crying.

  “Mommy, pleeeease, please, stop ‘em! Stop ‘em!” Cordary screamed and cried. He was screaming so loudly that he was starting to grow hoarse.

  “Yo’, stop, man, stop!” Te’Qui told T.J. as he advanced towards him. Things had gone too far and he couldn’t allow him to chop off little Cordary’s hand.

  “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Boo told him over and over again, afraid for her son.

  “Where the fuck is my shit?” T.J. slammed the meat cleaver down and the entire living room fell silent. Still lying on the floor, Boo stared at T.J. and her son, breathing heavily. Her heart was thudding madly. Cordary was staring at the meat cleaver, which was lodged into the woode
n table. His chest jumped up and down, as he breathed huskily.

  “Where’s my shit, Boo? I’m not gon’ ask you not one mo’ mothafucking time!” T.J. spoke sternly as he held his finger up.

  Boo shut her eyelids briefly and took a deep breath. She silently thanked God for stopping T.J. from chopping her son’s arm off. Once she peeled her eyelids back open, she looked up at T.J. “Okay. Look, that nigga, Drama, sold all the dope to some niggaz in Compton. We spent some of the money, but we got some left.”

  T.J. pulled the meat cleaver out of the table top with two tugs. He then said, “Where that shit at?”

  “It’s inside of the deep freezer, inside of the kitchen.” she pointed to the kitchen with a bloody finger.

  “How much is left?” T.J. inquired.

  “About forty gees.” she admitted.

  T.J. looked back and forth between Boo and the kitchen. He wagged his meat cleaver at her as he talked to her, saying, “If I open up that freezer and find anything less than forty bands, I’ma waltz back in her and chop yo’ mothafucking head off.”

  T.J. sat the meat cleaver down on the dining room table and walked into the kitchen, stopping at the deep freezer. He opened the deep freezer and peered inside, rifling through the frozen packages of meats. A smile spread across his lips when he uncovered a block of money sealed tight in plastic. He then removed the block of money and shut the freezer. Afterwards, he walked back inside of the dining room with the block tucked under his arm, like a baseball. Looking at Boo, he said, “I’m not even gon’ bother to count this shit up. Although you a trifling, no good, rotten skeeza, I’ma take yo’ word for it.”

  “Bag that shit so we can go, my nigga,” Te’Qui told T.J.

  “I am ol’ impatient-ass nigga. First, I wanna raid this bitch’s bedroom. She was laid up with a street nigga, so I know he’s gotta stash somewhere in this bitch.” T.J. responded. “Hold this shit down ‘til I get back.”

  T.J. disappeared inside of the bedroom, turning over all of the furniture and flipping the mattress. He came up on twenty g-stacks, a couple of Rolex watches and some other jewelry. He stashed the goods and the money inside of a Nike duffle bag which he found at the back of the closet.