Around the Way Girls 9
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Initially I felt Nique was in some sort of trouble but that was me being naive not wanting my one and only friend to turn out shady. My bedroom window was still open in an attempt to let the smell of raw sex from me and Wally or Mike out, whichever one had my room so fresh of ass. I used the garbage can to climb up on then lifted the window up far enough for me to climb in quietly.
“Deeper, bitch. Deeper,” I heard Wally grunt.
Ain’t this about a bitch. The devil is a lie. As I crept through the doorway of my room peeping into the living room, I could see Wally’s back as Nique sat on her knees deep throating. Oh hell naw. It was time to go to the sock drawer on these bastards. I was quiet as a church mouse, and tiptoed to grab my gun for the gunfight me and Wally were about to have. I couldn’t believe the nerve of them. I’d been holding Nique’s knocked-up ass down even with Vic treating her like the last man’s trash and this was what I got in return? I could expect Wally’s ass to be disloyal but Nique, that bitch should’ve been first in line to take a bullet for me, not stab me in the back.
“Oh yeah, Nique, your head game is way better than that slick bitch Cori’s,” I heard him say. “I knew you wanted to swallow this big dick monster up when you were watching me earlier,” I heard Wally scream assuming he was cumming in her mouth. “You couldn’t wait to call me up.”
Damn, I can’t wait to put a bullet in this nigga. He’s taking too many liberties. First sexing me, then her. Shaking my head, I’d had enough of being picked over. I’d taught Alyssa a lesson and these two were about to be next. In a rush I almost dropped the entire box of bullets onto the floor trying to load my pistol.
“So she called herself trying to get the weed for free? That sneak charged me up front. She’s such a lying bitch.”
I heard Nique speak badly about me. The cat was out of the bag but after all the shit I’d done for her these last two days, how dare she put me on blaze?
“Yeah, well that’s your ride or die, so you say. But both of y’all obviously on some sneaky, shady-type shit. Hell, I just made both of y’all whores suck on this cock.”
“I can keep sucking on that cock on the low if you want me to. Now that I know Cori don’t really be on my side, I can start the process of getting rid of her. That bitch we robbed earlier was a cop; I could put the whole robbery on her. Plus that beauty supply robbery I know she didn’t tell you about.” Nique was telling it all.
Oh no, this stank bitch just didn’t say she’ll put it all on me. Boy have I been fooled. I see dick has her flopping like a fish out of water. I was enraged.
“Well you know better than me what you gotta do. I ain’t in the middle of that shit.” I watched him zip up his pants. “You’d be weak though if you didn’t front her off about trying to get down on you, especially if y’all supposed to be in the streets together.”
Wally had some nerve trying to give her advice.
“Unless you’re into getting your card pulled.”
“Nigga, please, she ain’t pulling no card this way. Don’t get me wrong, me and her have been cool since our childhood years but I never been with a bitch trying to get over on me. If it weren’t for you coming through here to talk business about a possible re-up with some different ganja, I never would’ve known.”
Dropping her head, Nique had the nerve to play like I’d done something so horrible to her. I was sure she’d gotten hers off top before too.
“It’s cool, boo. Now that you know, handle it.” Wally was giving her advice he didn’t know she wouldn’t be able to play out.
“I’m going to for sure let Cori know I ain’t the one.” She picked up her cell phone. “And once Mike gets confirmation that she’s been raw dog—” Nique stopped talking in midsentence.
Her face turned pale as her eyes bulged out catching sight of me walking into the living room. My Smith & Wesson was out, fully loaded and aimed directly at them. The look on Wally’s expression was cocky as he sported a cocky grin that matched mine. “Oh my God, not this bitch. That’s what you want to say right?” Nodding my head, I knew I was the only one with the real power in this room. Wrong or not for having my way with Mike, fucking Wally, or taking any other liberty that I felt entitled to, how dare Ta’Nique, my supposed comrade in life, be so cool with sharing dick? I ain’t play those games and was feeling real betrayed right about now.
“Damn, I see y’all whores are crazy for real. Fuck the loyalty around here.” He laughed, pulling on his cigarette. “G’on and put that pistol down, C. You know I’m packing hella heat, baby girl so this ain’t the way you wanna go out.” Wally still thought it was him with the upper hand.
“Shut up, Wally, don’t test her ’cause you gonna make it worse. Just get your shit and go so me and her can kick it.” Nique needed a reminder that she no longer could call the shots.
I fired a single shot into the air. I wanted silence. “Both of y’all can shut the fuck up. I ain’t down for talking about nothing with your trife-life ass, Nique, we ain’t cool.” My whole body was trembling as I stared at the girl I’d shared my fears, joys, and friendship with over the last twenty years of my life. “See, this ain’t no easy shit to get over.” I waved the gun in the air feeling myself start to get emotional. Wally was starting to get uneasy, shifting around in his seat. Ta’Nique stared back at me stiff, recognizing the same anger in herself about Vic and Tasha.
“Ay yo, C, this shit you pulling getting a rise out of ol’ girl but I ain’t the one. All I know is that if you pop a bullet to kill, ya ass bests be killing me,” Wally vowed, speaking his final words.
I’d had enough of Wally trying to punk me around. I’d taken enough blows for the day. His words meant absolutely nothing.
I shot at Wally, landing one bullet in his throat and one to his chest. I heard Nique screaming bloody murder and if she didn’t shut the fuck up quick I’d land two inside her also.
“Bitch, be quiet,” I screamed at her pointing the gun directly to her face.
She was smart, following my orders instantly.
“Get the fuck up and give me all your money, cards, everything; and move fast,” I demanded realizing that I had almost zero time to get out of dodge.
She didn’t want to end up like Wally, so she did as she was told. “Please don’t kill me, sissy, please.” Nique’s words were pissing me off.
“Bitch, kill it with that sissy shit. I thought we were better than that, Nique, but you had to go fuck my leftovers. If it wasn’t for me climbing up on garbage cans crawling through windows to see what was up, I would’ve been snuck by your dirty ass. You were in here swallowing nut then talking about me like a dog. I blame myself though. You’re carrying my godchild, we’re supposed to be aces for the rest of our lives then ball out in heaven like true ghetto bosses do, but I guess I was wrong. Faye told me about trusting hoes.”
Nique was silent, refusing to respond. How could she? I’d caught her red-handed. She just threw the money down to my feet, rolled her eyes, and tried to make a dash to the door. I couldn’t let the ho live; it was the point and principle. “I’m gonna go ahead and take care of Vic’s situation. Fuck you and that li’l bastard!”
I left off a single shot then a single tear of remorse rolled down my cheek. She was the only one real friend I had, or so I thought. We did everything together but today she’d die alone. I watched her body slump over the armrest of the beat-up recliner that sat in our living room. The same place she was just getting dick from Wally at.
Damn, what the hell have I done? I’d robbed a Detroit police officer, done a double murder . . . This day was just going down all wrong. I ran to both of our stashes grabbing all of the money not leaving one cent. Then I packed a few duffel bags of clothes so I could keep myself together once I got to wherever my destination was going to be. I needed somewhere new to call home. This place just turned into a murder scene and I would surely be the prime suspect. A bitch wasn’t going to jail, trust that.
“Came up that’s all me, stay true
that’s all me.” Looking down at my phone ringing it was Mike. Damn. Peeking out of the blinds, I saw that he’d just pulled up in Alyssa’s Benz. “Fuck, this can’t be happening.” I wanted to walk out of the door, get into the car, and live the rest of my life happily ever after. But that would never be my reality. I’d killed his blood cousin Ta’Nique, so to him, we were now enemies.
I took Wally’s keys off of the coffee table, stuffed my phone deep into my pocket, then grabbed the few bags I’d packed. It was time to make a break for it.
“Came up that’s all me, stay true that’s all me.” Mike was calling back but I had to go. I left out the same way I’d come in. I ran up the alley cutting out where Wally’s Cadillac was parked and jumped in. I drove past the house discreetly watching Mike knock on the door.
“A’ight, niece, I’ll be seeing you around, Cori.”
All I saw was Mike in my rearview waving for me to stop. “Came up that’s all me, stay true that’s all me.”
“Naw, nigga, it’s a wrap for that. I’m out.”
Chapter Eighteen
And Then There Was One
“Hey, Mike man, ya might wanna go in there. I heard a few shots.” Spook walked across the street, seeing his niece burn rubber on two wheels around the corner.
Not wasting another second, Mike grabbed the pistol from his waistband and began busting the window out. Shattering glass everywhere, he knocked the remaining pieces of broken glass from around the frame to climb in. The fact that no one from inside screamed at him entering the house like a madman sent an eerie sensation up his spine. “Keep a lookout Spook.” Mike wasn’t prepared for what he saw. He ran to Nique’s side, grabbing up his only flesh and blood cousin, not being able to come to grips she was dead. “I’ma send her your way,” he said, closing her eyes, knowing Corielle was responsible. Not giving a ghetto fuck about the one other body laid out only a few inches from them, he kicked Wally out of pride knowing he had to have been the reason behind all of this.
Chapter Nineteen
What Will Be, Will Be . . .
Shit, it had been one long fucking complicated day. Matter of fact, it had been one of the longest weekends of my life and I was more than ready to put a close to this chapter. Now I know what you’re thinking, at this point in the game I should be gassing up my ride hitting the freeway to parts unknown. But I just didn’t give a damn no more. Whatever is meant to be will be. I’d been down for whatever for years and what the fuck had it gotten me?
I pulled my beat-up doom buggy into the parking spot closest to the door and jumped out with confidence like I was Superwoman. I only needed one or two drinks to soothe my mood. After that, I’d be hitting the road to never return. As I sat brazen and bold in the rear section of the downtown club sulking about today’s events and my two ex-friends dead on my living room floor murdered by my hand, I got chills up and down my spine. I needed to finish this drink so I could head South before Mike got the city on my head. It’d always been family first with him so he’d never listen to reason. It was no love lost for the D. I’d worn out my welcome and burned this city dry with all the robberies, shoplifting, hustles, schemes, fake insurance papers, tricking, and now murders. I had to go somewhere that no one knew me; and what the hell, the South had been a lot of people’s fresh restart.
I took my last shot of Patrón then downed the final drop of my Blue Motherfucker before catching a glimpse of what I knew had to be a dream. At the worst time ever, a fucking nightmare had come back to me. I knew for sure my homegirl was smiling down seeing irony play out. Tasha and her crew of girls walked in like celebrities. After we locked eyes with one another, I shook my head knowing the beef was on. Since Nique wasn’t here to settle the score, it was now me against the three-woman crew.
“Karma is surely a bitch. What up, Tasha? I see we meet again.”
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