by J Peach
I looked at King. “Dude got a point and if it was either one of us, we would’ve noticed somebody following us and done the same thing.”
“I don’t give a fuck. That nigga shot my truck. I just got that mothafucka—” King started to go off.
Mac cut him off. “Actually, yo truck hit my bullets. But you don’t see me pissed.”
I fell out laughing.
King pulled the truck over to the shoulder of the road. “Get yo ass out. I’m about to fuck you up.”
“King come on, man, he just bullshitting. Damn, Mac, shut the fuck up, i’ight? I’m tryna get to the crib so I can get some. A nigga been out for two weeks. We can drop Mac off at the apartment then swoop him up later on.” King was on some bullshit. I needed to relieve this damn nut. I was trying to make it home by twelve no later than one o’clock. “Aye, where the fuck Pooh ass at? That was like yo right hand.”
“Shid, that nigga wasn’t tryna get his hands bloody to find out what happened to yo black ass. I had to stop fuckin’ with him because of that. Plus, he had his nose too far up some bitch’s ass. I ain’t chasing no pussy if one, it ain’t making me no money, or two I wanna wife the bitch. Shid, it was like he was tryna hide that hoe for some reason. If he wanna be a cuddly ass nigga, so be it.” He shrugged before he reached in his pocket and pulled out a blunt that was inside a baggy. He took it out, inspected it then lit it. He looked at me and shook his head. “Nigga, I thought yo ass was gone homie. Shid, it’s a good thing you ain’t.”
“Why you ain’t bounce off like Pooh? Why you come looking for trouble?” King asked, glancing at him through the rear view mirror.
That was a good question.
“Ain’t no pussy in my blood, boss. And if I fuck with you, I ride with you, period. I fucks with B. My nigga looked out for me hard one time when I was out here without shit. You know, he ain’t never clowned me or nothing like that. Instead, he stayed looking out for me. He hooked me up with some work and set me up in a nice little spot. I felt it was only right I looked out for him. It ain’t like I got shit to lose.” Mac hit the blunt hard before he held it out to me. “Man, I’m hungry as fuck.”
I looked at the clock on the radio and saw it was already 12:45. “My girl cooked, so we might as well go there.”
King and Mac started laughing.
“This big mothafucka tryna get some pussy. My nigga said fuck it just take me home. Damn, B, she been holding out?” Mac laughed.
King replied before I could. “Hell yeah, got this nigga over here with blue balls. All he be talking about is how he getting some tonight. I see this bitch the next day and he whining about how she was trippin’.”
“Fuck you, mothafuckas. Man, Peaches ass be on some other shit. I’m thinking she pissed because I moved us back here. But n’all, it ain’t that. This mothafucka gon’ say we ain’t fuckin’ because she be horny during the day and I ain’t there to give her none, so until I can come home in the afternoon to break her off, we ain’t never fuckin’. Man, I’m about take my ass home and be all up in that pussy. A nigga about to go swimming in that shit. Shid, two weeks too fuckin’ long for me. I’m addicted. I can’t even lie. Peaches make a mothafucka need rehab.” I rubbed my stomach. Just thinking about being buried deep inside of her guts had my damn stomach hurting. I was imaging that hard nut I was gon’ bust once I got ahold of her.
“Shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear that shit. You take shit too far. That’s some nasty shit.” King snapped.
“It might be nasty to you but I be in heaven. Hurry the fuck up and get me home.” I rushed his ass. I was ready to go.
“Damn, B, the way yo ass sounding you might not last but a minute.” Mac blasted.
“Shid, that’s all I need is a minute.”
I wouldn’t be surprised if I only lasted that long my damn self. Peaches had a nigga’s head all fuck’d up right now.
The ride back to the crib felt slow as hell, while we passed the blunt between the three of us. Mac wanted to stop by the liquor store and King needed to make a few drop offs while we were out.
I was starting to get pissed off. I knew King had to handle his business but damn that mothafucka could’ve dropped me off first. Shit, that nigga wasn’t moving fast enough for me.
“Damn, nigga, calm down. You too gotdamn antsy for me. Yo ass got me nervous. Sit still, damn.” Mac pulled out a square and lit it.
“Fuck you, I’m pussy deprived. All I’m thinking about right now is putting that mothafucka in a pretzel and wearing her ass out. Yo ass won’t understand until you find yo lady.” I looked at the time. It was now one thirty. “I’m about to leave this mothafucka.”
Mac started laughing. “Damn, homie yo ass straight whipped. She got you all fuck’d up in the head. You better go find yo ass some pussy if she ain’t giving it up.”
“That’s how I know yo ass young—”
“Mothafucka, you was just young a few months back! The fuck you mean, homie? Damn, shorty straight got yo head fuck’d up. Shid, wasn’t you just fuckin’ with that one bitch before shorty showed up at yo party?” He tried to clown me.
“Shut the fuck up! Ain’t that a bitch? You gon’ try to play me. Fuck you, nigga. Keisha wasn’t shit important just something to do while my girl got her head right. She was a cool ass chick that could swallow a dick but I couldn’t fuck with her on no serious type shit.” Peaches was the main reason I couldn’t fuck with Keisha heavy. But also she hung out with Tishana, Sam’s sister, and I didn’t like that.
Once Le’Ron disappeared, Tishana had started to act crazy so I had to distance myself from her. Otherwise, I would of fuck'd around and killed her ass.
She took him leaving hard. Shid, I knew they fuck'd around but I ain’t know it was ever serious. I hardly ever saw them together so her reaction fuck'd me up. It wouldn’t have changed his faith had I known still. Finding out she was crazy about his ass actually had me wondering if she knew what he was planning.
That’s the other reason I kept my distance from her. If she knew what he was going to do and didn’t tell me, I was gon’ kill that bitch, remorselessly. Regardless of her being Sam’s family, which I had considered mine, Peaches lost my baby behind that shit and it was only right everyone involved died.
And if problems came my way with Sam, so be it. I had to protect what was mine. That was why Sam didn’t hang around as much and his people didn’t know I was alive. They thought I was dead just like everybody else.
King hopped back into the truck as a thought came to me. “Aye, didn’t Tish used too fuck with Blue?” How the fuck that shit slipped my mind was beyond me. I wasn’t the type of mothafucka who believed in coincidences. How the fuck was it two niggas she fuck'd with ended up doing some shit to me? Hell n’all, coincidence my ass.
“Yeah, they was together for a couple of years. He had knocked her up and everything but she ended up having a miscarriage a couple of months after he died.” King informed me.
Learning she was pregnant shocked the fuck outda me. Shid, I never knew that. I knew about her being pregnant once when she was a teen. She came and asked me if I would help her take care of it. Shid, I told her ass then about fuckin’ with those lame ass niggas, even so, I gave her a stack to get rid of the baby. I figured she ain’t want nobody to know, which was why she came to me.
“When was she pregnant? How the fuck did you know she was pregnant?”
King shrugged. “I used to fuck with this bitch named Tammy. Her and Tish were cool but after Blue died she kinda stopped fuckin’ with her. I think she even left town or some shit. Anyway, I was with Tammy the night it happened because Tish called her crying. Shid, it wasn’t my business. But she was cool the next time I saw her.”
“Nigga, who haven’t you fuck’d with in this damn city? Yo black ass get around more than hoes do. Gotdamn, nigga, and yo ass ain’t never caught shit?” I had to say something. I couldn’t let that shit slid.
“Nigga, fuck you! I ain’t fuckin’ these bi
tches raw. So, I ain’t catching shit. These mothafuckas ain’t even suckin’ my dick. Man, fuck you, B. Don’t worry about my dick. Why the fuck you asking about Tish fah?” He changed the subject back.
“That bitch done fuck’d with two different mothafuckas that done came at me. You know I don’t believe in coincidences and I don’t think this is one.” Damn!
Mac made a grunting sound that caught our attention. “That’s where I know that name from. Blue got an Uncle named Rice. He a mixed cat from The City. I tried to get some work from him before I hit you up and that mothafucka blew me off. Blue introduced us. Once his uncle said he wasn’t gon’ put me on, Blue stopped fuckin’ with me. A month or so later, that’s when he got killed.”
If Tish and Blue was real close, I’m sho she met his uncle Rice. What wasn’t making since was why Tish would be plotting against me to begin with. And why the fuck Rice ain’t made an appearance just yet? What the fuck that Monica/Macy bitch had to do with it?
Then the questions running through my head stopped. Krystal replaced all of my thoughts. “Aye, turn this bitch around.”
“Where we going?” King asked quickly busting a U-turn.
“To go see Krystal. Don’t say shit right now. Just listen to the story I’m about to tell you.”
As King drove to Krystal’s house, I jumped into the story she told me years ago about her, Blue and his girl.
Chapter 22
Blaze
King parked in front of Krystal’s house and killed the ignition. “This shit get crazier the more we find out.”
That was a fact.
“You think Sam know about it?” he asked me.
I shrugged, “Shid, I doubt it. I mean, he don’t really fuck with Tish like that, tho’. He ain’t never did no shaky shit so far to make me think his ass was on some other shit. Sam always look out for me.” Even with some of the dumb shit I’d done over the years, Sam never flipped on my ass. His loyalty I never had to question. Tish, on the other hand, could most definitely be a snake. “Mac, go knock on the door and see who’s inside her crib.” My finger jerked toward the window, telling him to go.
“I’ight.” He hopped out the back and jogged to the front door. He knocked.
“Krystal wouldn’t know Tish by face but she heard her voice. That’s all we got to go on. Krystal said when she heard her at the shop she thought it was Tish but with her working for me it was just too much of a coincidence. All these gotdamn coincidences is starting to piss me the fuck off. Boss, if I find out this bitch is behind everything, I’mma cut her ass up.” I was pissed.
This shit was starting to make sense now. Who else knew me enough to know where I be? To even know where the fuck to start looking for me at. That bitch had everything to do with that hit Jerron was given.
“You know that’s gon’ start shit with you and Sam.” King tried to tell me.
“I don’t give a fuck. I lost my shorty because of his sister. Now if that mothafucka don’t see the logic in me killing that bitch because of that bullshit, then I’mma kill his ass, too. You don’t touch what’s mine and think I’m gon’ let the shit go because of who a mothafucka related to. Yo, I don’t give a fuck about no gotdamn relatives. It ain’t my gotdamn blood that started this bullshit. It was my blood that got spilt so I don’t give a fuck how a nigga gon’ feel. Anybody can get touched when you come fah mine. I got ever mothafuckin’ mind to go ride to this bitch house and kill everything moving in that mothafucka.” Heated couldn’t begin to describe how I felt. I wanted to kill that bitch and anybody who stood in the way of me doing it.
“Calm down. I wanna kill that bitch just as much as you do but we gotda finish this complicated ass puzzle. She’s a piece of it not the whole damn thing. We need to figure out why the fuck this Rice nigga ain’t made a move yet.” King tried to get me to understand.
I understood what he was saying. I just ain’t want to agree with the bullshit. “Nigga, you ain’t dumb, King. Why the fuck you think his ass ain’t moved? I killed his people, his fam. He tryna do the same thing with me. First move was Peaches. She ain’t die. Then I got shot. I ain’t dead. He tryna take what I took from him. Tish ass, tho’? I don’t know what the fuck her problem is. Shid, in my eyes, we got two pieces of this puzzle so it’s nothing to kill that bitch. A why don’t even matter to me.”
“I hear that and believe me, I don’t give a fuck about a why, either. But I’m gon’ make sure we get everybody so don’t nobody come back, period. Nigga, this ain’t just about you. When my sista was brought in this shit, it got personal. We ain’t ‘bout to leave no loose ends this time around. Be pissed but be smart,” King said. “Let go, yo boy waving,” He pointed out my window toward Mac.
I put the face mask back on and threw my hood back on.
We got out the truck and made our way to the house where Mac and Krystal stood at the door. Once we made it there, King walked in first.
“Hey, King, it’s been a long time.” Krystal said and hugged him.
“Damn, he get a hug before me?” I asked her while pulling off the mask.
Krystal stood still before she looked at King then to Mac. Her eyes came back to me. “Blaze?” She repeated slowly.
I nodded my head.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled lowly.
I thought she was about to pass out and I went to grab her.
Mac pushed me out the way and took hold of Krystal by the waist. “I got you, sweetheart. Come on, let’s go sit you down.” He turned her away from us and led her to the living room.
“I think I just might like him. That’s some me shit right there.” King laughed and followed them to the living room.
I closed the door and made my way into the room with them. The crib didn’t look no different from when I last was here.
King sat in the recliner and kicked his feet up on the table.
Whereas Mac sat beside Krystal with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “You good, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost right now.” Krystal’s hands rubbed over her eyes and she blinked. “I thought Blaze was dead?”
“Same shit I said. This mothafucka surprising everybody today.” Mac shook his head before getting up and walking into the kitchen.
That nigga was crazy. I went and sat on the loveseat across from her. “That’s what I wanted everybody to think.”
Mac returned a minute later with a beer and a cup of water. “Here, drink that.” He handed it to Krystal then popped the top on the beer and took a long drink.
That mothafucka done got confrontable real quick. I glanced over at King and he shrugged. Again, my head shook as I focused back on her. “Remember everything you told me about Blue and his girl?”
“Yeah, what about them? It’s so crazy to be looking at you right now. B, I saw them bury you.”
I was not about to explain that shit to everybody. “You saw them bury a closed casket.”
“Nuh uh, the way Peaches was crying. You can’t fake that emotion. I can’t believe I’m seeing you.” Krystal’s hand covered her mouth and she just stared at me.
“Same shit I said. Baby girl one hell of an actress. Shorty cried so gotdamn hard I felt that shit. Had a nigga feeling bad as hell for her. Then when she ran out the church, she fuck’d me up. My ass got choked up, boss. Shorty fuck’d me up.” Mac explained.
“I know. I cried harder for her. She was just so broken.” She agreed with him.
“N’all, she thought I was dead too, at first. I’ight, now back to the subject. Blue’s girl, you don’t know how she looked but you know her voice. Do you think you’ll remember it if you heard her again?” I got to the point. If she was able to give me a straight yeah and it turned out to be Tish, I was killing her ass painfully.
“Blaze, it’s been so long and I’ve honestly tried to put all that behind me once I told you. So, I don’t know.” Krystal took a drink from her cup. “B, I wanna let that go and leave it in my past.”
I co
uld tell from the look on her face she didn’t want to relive it but I was going to push her. “All I need is a possible yes, maybe or it could be. That would be good enough for me.” I realized my words meant the same thing but I was anxious as hell for a yes. “You ain’t gotda see her or nothing. All you have to do is listen to her talk.”
She didn’t look like she was going to budge.
I licked my lips and ran a hand over my head. “Come on, Krystal, real shit. I’m tryna be nice about this bullshit.”
“B, chill.” King warned.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up talkin’ to me.” I looked back at Krystal. I was ten seconds away from choking the fuck outda her ass. “Damn! This bitch got you that spooked yo ass won’t even hear her over the phone?” It took me a second to realize I didn’t need her to talk to Tish’s ass at all. She just had to do was listen. “King, give me yo phone.” My battery had died a half hour after I left the house.
“All I got is this burner. My shit at the crib.” He held out his phone.
“What the fuck I’mma do with it? I don’t know Tish’s number.” I told him.
“Shid, me either. I don’t talk to her ass.”
I took his phone and called Sam. He answered after the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Aye, what’s Tish number?” I got straight to the point.
I heard ruffling in his background then a door closing. “You’re about to call her?” He seemed thrown off.
I couldn’t blame him. I would’ve been the same way when I was persistent about them not knowing I was still alive. “No, I’m about to have King call her right quick.” I was blunt about it. He didn’t need to know what I was finding out right now. When the time was right, I would tell him everything.
Sam was silent for a minute. He cleared his throat. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll catch you up on everything at a later time. Right now I need that number.”
“I’ight.” He read the numbers off to me. As he did, I repeated it and Mac dialed them on his phone. “What you getting into later on?”