ADDICTED TO HIM 4

by Linette King

  “She don’t want you to come out there.” Armani croaked out. I could tell she didn’t want to block the door forreal. This was her last attempt at being a friend. Another poor attempt if I may say so myself.

  “What did she say to you?” Candy asked her.

  I had completely forgotten that Tamia whispered something in her ear before she left.

  “She told me that he only wants her but if he gets in here, he will kill us all.” She said and my jaw hit the floor.

  I pushed Armani out the way and snatched the door open. My heart cracked when I stepped into an empty hallway.

  “Tamia!” I screamed as I ran down to the elevator.

  It was taking too long so I ran to the stairwell.

  “Tamia!” I screamed as I ran down the three flights of stairs. I ran out into the lobby and continued to scream her name. Everybody was looking at me like I was crazy. “Tamia!” I screamed as I looked in every face that was in the lobby.

  I ran out the door in search of her and continued to scream her name but to no avail. She was gone. “Fuck!” I screamed out as I continued to search through the dark parking lot. I had no idea what Brandon was driving now. Hell, I thought his ass was dead. My phone started to ring again.

  “Man what?!” I snapped without looking at the receiver.

  “You lost something?” A familiar voice asked. I frowned my face up because I couldn’t put a name to the voice.

  “What?” I asked just to get him to talk again.

  “Should I have said someone?” He asked then the line went dead.

  “No! Shit! Call back!” I said out loud like they could hear me.

  I checked my call log but the number was blocked. I heard sadistic laughter nearby. I looked around in attempt to find the culprit. Whoever had just called me was still here. They were watching me.

  “Come out!” I yelled as I waited for them to say anything so I would know exactly where they were. There was nothing. Complete silence until the flashlight cop came towards me. I shook my head and walked past him.

  “Sir.” he called out but I continued to walk away. I didn’t have time for this shit. I needed to get my girl back safely. I swear if that nigga hurt her I’m going to kill him and Armani.

  “Sir! I’m going to call the police.” He said and it stopped me in my tracks. The first thing I thought about was the dead bitch that was in Armani’s tub. If the police came, they would undoubtedly end up in the apartment. I wasn’t about to go to jail.

  “That would be unnecessary.” I said to the flashlight cop as I turned back around.

  “What seems to be the problem then?” He asked. I could tell he just wanted to be nosey.

  “My girl went through my phone while I was painting a canvas for our Godson.” I explained.

  I had no idea where that lie came from but it actually made sense. Especially since I had just noticed the blood stains on my pants leg. It was a good thing that he didn’t know the difference. Well if he could, he couldn’t tell.

  “Damn son. I’m sure she will come around.” He said then patted me on the shoulder. I nodded my head and headed back up to Armani’s place.

  My phone started to ring again. I sighed heavily and answered the phone.

  “Baby when you coming back? I cooked for you.” Natasia said in my ear.

  I swear her ass is always cooking for a nigga. You would think that she would catch the hint. I shook my head and ended the call. I just couldn’t deal with her right now so I added her to my block list. Now none of her calls or text messages would come through. “I should have left her ass in Detroit.” I thought to myself.

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking moving her up here. If I was going to fuck off I should have just gotten all new bitches. Now this bitch act like she’s falling in love or some shit. I pushed thoughts of her to the back of my mind so I could figure out what we were about to do about all this shit. We had to get rid of a body and find Tamia, all while being at war with the fucking unknown!

  Tamia is definitely at the top of the list; I just don’t know where to start looking.

  “Man I hope nothing happens to her.” I said out loud as I made my way out of the stairwell door.

  I walked back inside of Armani’s place without knocking. I needed to move fast and get rid of the body because it was starting to stink.

  “Where the baby?” I asked because Candy and Armani were just sitting around.

  “Asleep.” Armani said and I nodded my head.

  “Clean the fucking blood up then!” I snapped at her. She rolled her eyes but got up and followed me into the bathroom to get the cleaning supplies.

  “Rashard-” she paused when I looked up at her. “About earlier. I’m-”

  “Just don’t let it happen again.” I said cutting her off. If there was one thing I didn’t have time for, it was discussing why she stood in the doorway playing in her pussy with her baby in arms while I cut the fingertips off her lover’s wife.

  Amere

  I drove around for a while as I tried to figure out if I wanted to go see Tamia or not. We had been texting back and forth for the last couple of hours and she had given me the address to where she was staying with Armani. The only reason that I hadn’t gone yet was because I didn’t want to run into Armani and have her fall off the good girl act. I said it was an act because the way she’s been acting is not her. Tamia was convinced that she had changed though. She told me all about the fight they had and how that alone seemed to have solved all of their problems, but I guess we shall see. Tamia had quit texting me and I didn’t know why, so I was tempted to pull up on her. My pockets being dry is what stopped me. I know she has gotten used to having a nigga with money, so I have to get my money up to fuck with her. I’m not saying she’s gold digger and you know the rest. I have asked her plenty of times what Rashard does, but she never tells me. She doesn’t even speak about them at all, so I have to read in between the lines. I know it wasn’t a coincidence that when they moved to Atlanta, the streets of Detroit ran dry though. So I know what he does for money, I just can’t believe Tamia is with him considering that fact.

  I drove to the address my cousin Meech gave me and shut the engine off. When I climbed out of my car, the front door flew open and out came three niggas with their guns drawn. I shook my head and kept right on walking to the door. “These niggas must be in training or something.” I thought to myself. Only a nigga that ain’t been trapping long, comes out the door like that. I mean who the fuck they think they’re scaring especially when I can see the short one’s gun is on safety. That nigga ain’t killing nobody.

  “Aye Meech.” I called out once I got within arm’s reach of the guys in front of me. I waited for Meech to come out the door with a big Kool-Aid grin on his face.

  “What’s up cuzzo?” He asked with a welcoming smile. “Put y’all damn guns down.” I said as I walked between them and dapped Meech up.

  We walked inside and Meech filled me in on the war that was brewing in the streets. I couldn’t help but think that I came at the wrong damn time. I’m not trying to be in no damn street war with mufuckers that I don’t know. Shit from the sound of it, Meech don’t even know. For all he knows, it could be his crew trying to take him out so they won’t need him. He explained how Shard was helping him get his team together which explained the way they came out of the house.

  “I guess he didn’t show y’all how to take yall guns off safety.” I said as I looked at the one named Peanut.

  I wasn’t trying to throw shade or anything like that but he’s getting help from a behind the scenes ass nigga. Yea he was running shit with an iron fist back in Detroit but nobody knew who was running what.

  He had a little smooth operation going and I don’t know how he did it but he wasn’t living this type of street life. I can’t even say for sure if this nigga has ever been in a war, so how can he help them prepare for one? If anything, his ass got too much going on to be involving himself in this street shit
. He don’t know nobody here but Meech so he can’t run shit from underground. Not to mention, if he gets Meech’s crew together, which would have been something Meech couldn’t do. The crew will respect him more. One thing you don’t want is a crew that’s more loyal to another mufucker. They will question everything you say and listen to him without a second thought. That’s not the kind of organization you want to build. I pulled Meech to the side and told him just that too.

  “You know him?” Meech asked as he looked at me suspiciously.

  “Yeah. Rashard.” I answered as I matched his stare. I was trying to see where this conversation was going.

  “How you know him? You worked for him or something?” Meech asked and I shook my head.

  “Why you asking?” I asked just as suspicious as he was looking at me.

  “Man you sound a little salty. How you know him?” He asked and I shook my head.

  The last thing I wanted him to think was that I was hating on Rashard. That wasn’t the case. I was just letting him know some shit based on personal experiences but I see where this is going.

  “He’s with Tamia.” I answered and regretted it before it ever left my lips. I know I sounded like a hating ass nigga that was just mad because he took my girl.

  In all actuality, he didn’t take her. I lost her. She met him long after the fact and they got together. I’m not salty because they’re together. I know it won’t last. What’s meant to be will always be and they weren’t meant to be.

  “Naw I know Tamia. Yo high school girlfriend?” Meech asked just to be clear. I nodded my head but he kept shaking his. “Naw fam he’s with Natasia. She moved up here not long after him. She bad too my nigga. All the niggas want her but she makes it clear who she’s with.” Meech explained.

  I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. This man got the best woman in the world at his disposal at home. A woman that doesn’t need him, she simply wants him and nobody knows about her. That mean Tamia can be out doing her thing on the side and nobody will know to tell him. Meanwhile, he got this bitch on the side who probably needs him for everything that the streets know about. My girl can’t catch a break but I promise, if I ever get her back she won’t need nobody but me.

  A few hours later, a whole bunch of niggas pulled up. I stood up and looked out the window but I didn’t recognize any of them. They really didn’t even look like some niggas from the A to be honest.

  “Say cuzzo you know these cats?” I asked as I used my pistol to look out of the blinds.

  Meech walked to the window slowly. Too slow for his ass to be a leader then relaxed visibly so I knew he was scared at first.

  “They’re part of Shard’s crew.” Meech said then opened the door. I shook my head because he didn’t realize that after this shit, if Rashard wants to, he can take over the streets now that he has brought his crew in.

  Meech has foolishly welcomed this man along with his crew into his city. If they start selling the product here that they had there, man it’s going to be RIP to Meech’s crew. It’s like he’s welcoming the takeover. One thing my mama used to tell me when I was in the streets real heavy, is to watch your friends first because they can do a whole lot more damage than your enemy can. See it's easy to beat your enemy because their intentions are clear. Now your friends…. your friends get close to ya, they learn ya weaknesses, then they exploit them.

  The one I learned named was Deuce, phone started to ring. As he listened to the person on the other end, he had a deep scowl on his face. He looked like he was ready to kill everybody breathing after he hung his phone up.

  “Let’s roll out.” He commanded and everybody stood up including Meech and his crew.

  I shook my head as I followed suit. I had no idea what was going on but I wasn’t taking my shit to get shot the fuck up in case it was that kind of party.

  Michelle

  I stared at the closed door in confusion until I heard low, deep growls behind me. I turned around slowly and came face to face with not one, not two but three Pitbull dogs. I wanted to scream but my voice got lodged in my throat. My neck, back and underarms started itch as I began to sweat profusely. They continued to growl as they made a slow creep towards me. I didn’t know what to do besides run and I didn’t know how fast I could run.

  I made eye contact with the one in the middle and it had slob dripping out the corners of its mouth. I didn’t know if it was hungry and ready to eat me or if it had rabies. Both were enough to make me haul ass. As soon as I took off, they took off. Surprisingly, I ran off pretty fast. There were four cars in the wrap around driveway. I just needed to make it to one of them. I didn’t look back because I could hear the dogs barking loudly behind me. I came up to a four door sedan and jumped on the trunk. I ran to the top of the car and glanced back just as one of the pit bulls jumped on the car behind me. “Fuck!” I screamed out because I was tired. I ran down the opposite end of the car and jumped from it to the SUV that was parked right in front of it.

  “Bitch you trying to get us killed!” Missy said out of nowhere.

  Normally I would say something smart but we needed her to survive.

  “What to do?” I yelled as I damn near slipped off the SUV as I climbed up the back of it.

  “Kill them!” She screamed and I shook my head.

  “These crazy ass pit bulls gone kill me first!” I snapped at her as I sat on top of the SUV. I watched the dogs jump all over each in an attempt to get to me.

  Fear gripped my chest because I had no idea what to do. I felt like I was being watched so I looked around but I didn’t see anyone. I glanced up at the windows and everybody was looking out of one. I shook my head as I realized to them, this was all a joke.

  “Kill them. Kill them all!” Missy screamed. I shook my head because I didn’t know how to go about killing all of them. Especially Silk’s big ass. He could most definitely take me out without trying.

  “I’m going to leave you just like your dad.” Missy said. I saw red. Suddenly, I remembered the knives that I tied to my ankles using a shoelace.

  I snatched the knives off and laced my shoes up properly. It was now their time to go.

  I laid flat on my stomach on top of the SUV, patiently, waiting on my chance to strike. The dogs continued to jump at me. I timed it perfectly as my knife went into one of dog’s ear. It fell down howling out in pain. I smiled wickedly as I held up three fingers so they could see. The wounded dog scurried away as it whimpered in pain. I noticed it kept falling over so it must be off balanced. The remaining two dogs stopped jumping at me but the growling never ceased. I was no longer afraid. I now understand the phrase “It’s either you or me”. It won’t be me.

  I jumped off the truck and landed right between the vicious Pit bulls. I growled at them in an animalistic way. One of the dogs cocked its head to the side in confusion as it stared at me. Without further ado, I stabbed it in the neck over and over. Its blood spurted all over my face and clothes but I finally felt like myself again. I was no longer hurting from the beating Medusa put on me a few hours ago.

  I looked up at the window and held up two fingers with a bright smile on my face. I walked around the yard as I followed the sound of soft whimpers until I found the dog that was already wounded. I grabbed his ear and pulled his head back as far it would go and slit his throat. I smiled as I watched the blood spurt out like water out of hose when there’s a hole in it. An evil sadistic laugh came from the pit of my soul. I didn’t recognize the sound as it bolted from my mouth. I looked up at the window and held up one finger. Silk stared at me with a weird expression on his face. I winked at him and walked off to find the last dog. Big bitches were going to eat me alive and for that, they must die.

  I walked around aimlessly until I heard low growls. I knew the dog was warning me that I was getting too close. The only problem was, I wanted to get closer. I was going to kill this dog because it was either me or him and I wasn’t ready. I peeked around the corner slowly and a slow smile began to spre
ad across my face. The dog was now cowering off in the corner but it was far too late for that.

  “I’m sorry for… 2004! And I’m not gonna mess up no more!” I sang the old song that practically came out of nowhere.

  I continued to sing as I made my way to the dog. It jumped slightly when I stepped on a stick. I slowed my pace just as she leaped at me. The bitch really jumped higher than my head. She yelped out in pain as she landed on top of the knives that I held up just before she fell on me. Blood poured from her wounds and slid down my arms. It was so warm and made me feel all fuzzy inside. I finally felt free. This is what I do. I drug the dog around to the front yard so Silk could see. His mouth was wide open. All of the dogs were dead, now it’s their turn. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the front door.

  I sighed a frustrated sigh because I couldn’t open the door. I took my shirt off, wrapped it around my fist then punched the window over and over until all of the glass was out of my way.

  “Ready or not?” I sang as I climbed through the window. “Here I come.” I continued as I made my way down the hall.

  This time I made sure I opened each door and walk in as I came to it.

  “You can’t hide.” I continued to sing the song as I searched the room that I knew belonged to Trina.

  “I’m gonna find you! And kill you slowly!” I finished singing as I looked under the bed.

  Trina started screaming and kicking. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her from under the bed.

  I had no idea where the strength came from but I loved it. It was almost as if Missy and I were finally one! I could think like us both combined with the strength of us both. I guess I just needed to embrace her. I felt a joy like no other as I raised both knives above my head. I smiled as I looked down at her with tears in her eyes.