by Styles, T.
Jeff’s mother was upset and very emotional. She was a woman of God, but her son’s murderers were unmoved by her display of maternal bereavement and holiness. Loco, the shorter one wearing the black Yankee fitted cap, walked right up to her and shot her in the forehead at point-blank range.
The woman fell silent and her blood splattered on Jeff’s grandmother, who was seated right next to her. After witnessing her daughter’s murder, the elderly woman’s initial reaction was of one of protest. She called on the Lord and stood up as if there was something she could do. But her protests were powerless and in vain. Fuck-You-Phil responded with a slug to her chest. That shot knocked her back in the pew. The poor old lady clutched her chest in disbelief, clinging to her life. Two seconds later, she was dead.
The two lieutenants, Loco and Fuck-You-Phil, were a special pair. Neither of them played with a full deck. At the sight of the old woman’s demise, Loco started laughing hard as hell. That was the way he had earned his street name. He was just straight loco.
Fuck-You-Phil had his moniker because his name was Phil, and he was known to have told a few dudes who begged for their lives “fuck you” before he pulled the trigger and took their heads off. Both of the lieutenants were honored to be assigned the task of shooting up Jeff’s corpse, and they were delighted to take shit a step further. Fuck that nigga and his whole family.
To shoot a dead man at his funeral was the highest form of disrespect. That nigga Jeff had fucked with the wrong person’s money, so Jeff had to go. The captain, Butch, was so angry about the loss he took behind that nigga, he wanted to kill him again. That was one of two reasons why he had rounded up his troops and crashed the funeral. The other reason he was there was to find Jeff’s partner, Bless, to retrieve his mothafuckin’ money and kill him too.
Loco had smoked a blunt laced with some powerful angel dust right before they came. He was out of his mind, and in a straight I-don’t-give-a-fuck mode. He was already crazy, so dust made him insane to the twelfth degree. Loco turned to the congregation and pointed to Jeff’s grandmother.
He yelled, “Yo, y’all think that’s disrespectful? I’ll show you mothafuckas disrespectful! Y’all wanna see disrespectful? A’ight!”
He unzipped his black fatigues and removed his flaccid penis. He waved it at the congregation with an evil smirk, and then he walked over and pissed on Jeff’s corpse. Everyone gasped in horror, each half expecting God to strike him down right there for his despicable act.
After Loco relieved his bladder, he put his dick away and just stared at everyone. He yelled, “Y’all mothafuckas better act like y’all know! Who else up in here want it? Who the fuck else want it? Nobody move, nobody get shot!”
He raised his gun and fired twice up in the air. It looked like he was busting shots at God.
“TBG mothafuckas! TBG up in this bitch! Yeah, niggas!”
That was the name of their crew. TBG simply stood for The Bad Guys. Butch was the captain, and he and his team didn’t give a fuck. They were pitiless. They figured shooting up the funeral was appropriate. There was already slow singing and flower bringing, so it was nothing to body a few more mothafuckas.
Jeff’s mother had asked for it, and his granny was old anyway. Fuck it! Butch’s heart was stone cold.
The person he had come for wasn’t in sight. Bless was Jeff’s partner, and he was one lucky nigga. Fortunately for him, he had been smart enough not to show up to see his best homie laid to rest. Somebody must’ve been praying for his ass. But he was a marked man. He could run, but he couldn’t hide. Butch had already decided that his days were numbered.
After seeing that Bless wasn’t there, he scanned the pews for someone he could get answers from. He zoomed in on Jill and Taj in the front. He had done his homework, so he knew who they were. They were trying to hide, but he saw them. Butch knew that bitch Jill was having a baby by Jeff, and Taj was Bless’s girlfriend. He walked over and addressed them both with no nonsense.
“Where the fuck is that nigga Bless at?”
Terrified, Taj and Jill both shook their heads and shrugged. They really had no idea. The girls were petrified. After seeing them niggas shoot Jeff’s mother and grandmother, they knew he would kill them without a second thought.
Butch wasn’t buying it. He ordered Loco to get the girls, so they could kidnap them. Those bitches were going to give up some mothafuckin’ answers. He had lost a lot of money when them niggas shot and clipped his little man for them seven kilos, and somebody was going to get his shit back.
Loco snatched Taj and Jill up out of the front pew. They were both scared to death, but Taj was more afraid for Jill because she was pregnant. Again, she told Butch they didn’t know anything. Butch silenced her with a deadly look. He warned Taj that if they didn’t tell him where Bless was, he would have bullets put in her, Jill, and her baby. That was the last opportunity he gave them to speak. Neither Taj nor Jill uttered a word.
Butch could see that these broads weren’t going to assist him voluntarily. He was rapidly running out of patience with them. Butch was a real dangerous but quiet dude. He wasn’t much of a talker, but people listened when he spoke, and those bitches weren’t going to be the exception to that rule. They were going to give him the information he needed. He would make sure of that. He ordered his lieutenants to march them out of the church. There were two gray, bulletproof vans with tinted windows waiting outside.
Butch had been the last man to enter the church, but he left first. His two second in command exited the church with the girls next, and the rest of his troops moved out behind them.
On the way out, the last goon on the back of the line, named Lefty, noticed an old gray-haired man dialing on his cell phone. Lefty paused and mercilessly put a bullet in grandpa’s face. He did this as a warning to the others to think twice about calling the police. After a final steely glance around the church, he exited without a word.
Outside, Taj and Jill were seated in the back of one of the vans. They were surrounded by machine gun–toting thugs. Taj glanced over at her homegirl. It was dark inside because the van windows were tinted real dark. She couldn’t really see Jill, but she could feel her next to her, shaking like a leaf. Jill must’ve been real nervous. The last words she mumbled to Taj were, “Yo, Taj, if you know where Bless is, you need to tell these niggas.”
The women were driven to what they would later learn was TBG headquarters. Inside, they were thrown into separate dark rooms and bound to chairs. They would find out soon that the rooms were for interrogation.
Butch decided that they would lean on Taj first, because he had a feeling she knew more. She had to, because to his knowledge, she was fucking Bless. At least that was the word he got. Butch figured Taj needed a little more persuasion to talk, so he locked her in a room alone and sent for his resident down bitch, Cherry. After her psycho, got-somethin’-to-prove ass got a hold of Taj, she would realize the realness of the situation.
A short time later, Taj was sitting tied up in the dark when the door opened. Her eyes squinted from the sudden light. She could make out a chick entering with two dudes behind her. Taj was approached by Cherry Coke, the self-proclaimed first lady of TBG—if a lady was what you could call her.
As soon as she came in the room, she placed her gun on Taj’s temple and demanded to know where Bless was. Cherry Coke was skied up off cocaine and was mad hype. She wanted to show Butch and the rest of the team how much she repped for TBG. For those two reasons, she got real extra with Taj. She knew that bitch knew something. She was fucking that nigga.
“Taj, you funky-ass bitch! You better give that nigga Bless up, ’fore you fuck around and be the guest of honor at a funeral like the one we just left.”
Taj didn’t say anything. She ddin’t give a fuck. She wasn’t talking to anybody, not even Butch. But it was hard to ignore Cherry because her breath was hot as a fire-breathing dragon’s and stinking so bad it was nauseating.
Cherry Coke got fed up with Taj’s silence
and hauled off and smacked her across her face. She hit her like she was trying to take her head off. Afterward, she said, “Now do you hear me talkin’ to you, bitch?”
Taj spat blood to her left. Cherry Coke had caught her good. She wanted to jump up and beat that coke-head bitch’s ass, but she was tied up. A gun was also pointed in her face. Plus, there was an armed man in the corner of the room. Taj knew the odds were stacked against her, but she was going to get Cherry back. She would make it a point. That crack head bitch’s ass was hers. Taj silently put that on her deceased mother.
Cherry Coke looked at Taj expecting to see fear, but that wasn’t what she saw in her eyes. It was hatred and resistance. The bitch thought she was hard. Cherry wanted Taj to fear her. She was the first lady of TBG They were the most feared crew in all of Brooklyn, and she demanded respect. Cherry Coke slapped the shit out of Taj again.
Taj had eaten one hit. She let that bitch rock. But after that second slap, she was vexed. Her first reaction was to hock spit in Cherry’s fucking face.
After Taj’s spit splattered across her face, Cherry quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. She said, “Bitch, I’ma fuckin’ kill you! Do you know who the fuck I am?”
She took the gun and busted Taj upside her head. Taj’s hands were tied, but she leaned back and kicked that bitch Cherry in her midsection. She wished she was free so she could beat that bitch.
Cherry doubled over in pain. After a second, she came back up with the pistol and clocked Taj in the face again. She hit her in the nose that time. Taj saw light for a minute, and excruciating pain spread across her face.
Cherry spat, “Bitch, you wanna fuckin’ die today? Do somethin’ else and you gon’ get your death wish. I will kill you, stupid-ass bitch!” She glared at Taj. “I got somethin’ for you, bitch.”
She took a walkie-talkie from her hip and called for the thirstiest hounds on the team.
There was lots of hoopla in the streets about TBG. Just about everyone feared them, but it was safe to say that Cherry had somewhat exaggerated her position in the organization. She wasn’t actually a member of TBG. She was more like their property. They kept her around for their use, like the coke whore they had turned her into. She was passed around the crew to anyone who wanted to have his way with her. Cherry was TBG property, and all the members had equal access to every hole in her body, so she was really just a whore who did all of her servicing in-house.
Cherry started out as a shorty Butch was dealing with, but he soon discovered she was weak. The day he turned her out, he had caught her stealing coke from his stash. That really pissed Butch off because he had already given her a nice fifty bag of snow to get right on. Butch realized then she had a nose like a vacuum cleaner. He had slapped her around a few times, called her names, and then poured an ounce of powder on a tray on the table. It was a real mountain of snow.
Butch grabbed Cherry by her hair and pushed her whole fucking face into the pile. He made her snort as much as she could before he let her up for air and started talking shit.
He said, “You up in here stealin’ my shit? You want some more, ho?”
Then he shoved her face back down and yelled, “You had enough yet, huh, bitch?” Since she was such a greedy bitch, he wanted to teach her ass a lesson.
The third time he did it, he said, “Your name is Cherry, right? Now that shit is Cherry Coke. How ’bout that? You want more, bitch? Have some more! You stinkin’, filthy, rotten bitch!”
Cherry shook her head vigorously. She couldn’t take it. Her nose was burning so bad; she was crying. She felt like her heart was going to bust from the rush. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew snorting that much coke could kill her. She begged Butch to stop.
“No more, please . . . I’m so s-s-sorry!” she squealed.
Just to show that bitch who the mothafuckin’ boss was, Butch mercilessly slammed her face into the pile of coke one more time. He held the back of her head so she couldn’t move. Cherry tried not to inhale, but she had no choice. She had to breathe. That last blast was so powerful that her tongue was numb and she couldn’t even speak anymore.
Butch yanked her hair hard and made her face him. He looked at her with pure disgust and told her she was nothing but a sorry-ass coke whore. He then informed her that she owed him for all the coke she had just snorted up. Cherry was scared and out of it. She didn’t even protest.
Butch unzipped his jeans and let his dick loose. He demanded that she get down on her knees.
“Come on, bitch, and pay this bill. You in debt to me . . . Now get down and suck my joint. Hurry the fuck up!”
Cherry was high as hell, so she was out of it. A hard smack across the jaw by Butch put some sense in her head. Knowing the type of dude Butch was, she jumped down quickly and did as she was told. She could tell he would not hesitate to use that big gun he kept on his hip, so she gave that blowjob all she had. Cherry was good, so she got Butch off pretty fast.
But he wasn’t finished with her. After he shot off down her throat, he summoned all of his soldiers and announced the opportunity for them to get right—all thirteen of them. Cherry was ordered to pleasure them one by one, two by two, and three by three. Butch stood watching the makeshift gangbang. He ignored her cries and protests when dudes were rough. Some of them strapped up, but some went raw, shooting their loads inside her.
A couple of hours later, he told Cherry’s sore throat and pussy–having ass to take a break and a shower. When she was cleaned up, he “suggested” she do a few more lines to make herself feel better. Even though she had almost gone into cardiac arrest and overdosed barely two hours before, Cherry went for it. She got high all night, and before the sun came up, she had serviced six dudes again with no problem.
Butch wasn’t stupid. He hadn’t just been tricking coke for the hell of it. He knew what he was doing. His plan was to pump so much coke in her system that she would spend her days trying to reach that high again. She would probably die trying. He increased her addiction level times fifty. Butch was willing to keep her around and feed her habit, but that bitch would do as he said.
Cherry did everything he said, too, from servicing his crew regularly to even busting shots at niggas when he told her to. Cherry was gun-happy and had put many niggas who fucked up Butch’s money in the wind. Niggas ran without firing back. The streets knew she was TBG property, so she was a bitch with a pass.
Cherry loved doing dirt with Butch. They only shared personal time together when he gave her one-on-one talks to go over her assignments. Cherry was so dependent on Butch and eager to please him; she never fucked up what he told her to do.
That’s why she took this Taj situation very, very serious. If Butch wanted answers, he was gonna get answers. Cherry knew how to make that bitch start singing. If Taj could stand up to what she had in store for her, she was one bad bitch.
Taj was a stand-up chick, and she was from Brooklyn. BK didn’t raise no rats. That was the code of the streets, and it was imbedded in her—that, and she really didn’t know where Bless’s conniving ass was. He had been MIA since Jeff passed, so she exercised her right to remain silent.
But there was only so much a woman could take. Taj was stripped naked and tied down horizontally with her legs open. Her wrists and ankles were bound. Cherry kept hitting her, spitting on her, and inserting foreign objects into her vagina. She fucked her with a broom, a cordless phone, a big wax candle, and she even tried to stick a sneaker in her pussy. The sneaker didn’t fit, so she stuck the candle back in. Cherry even went so far as to light the end of the candle that was sticking out. The men standing around whistled like wolves. Cherry had been violated by the dudes in that house so much that it was nothing for her to violate another bitch. She was putting on a real show for the gang.
She told the fellas she was about to have some birthday cake, and that nasty bitch bent down and started eating Taj’s pussy. The men went wild, and that caused her to really go in. She spread Taj’s vaginal lips so that her clit
popped out, and she hungrily sucked on it.
Cherry, a bisexual, was enjoying herself. Fresh meat was tasty, especially with Taj bucking in protest. Meanwhile, the candle in her pussy still burned.
Taj nearly vomited from Cherry’s stink mouth on her twat. She had never been with a girl before, and the fact that it was this coke whore bitch, who she was planning on killing, really made the act a turnoff. If she could’ve gotten loose from the ropes she was tied in, she would’ve killed the bitch right then.
Cherry could see that Taj didn’t approve, but she was going to make her like it. She was going to turn that bitch out. She snatched that candle out of Taj’s pussy and walked around in front of her. She wrapped her arms around her thighs so she couldn’t move, and shoved her face in Taj’s pussy. She ate Taj out with fervor, in a way she knew was good to her. Cherry Coke looked up at Taj and said, “Say you like it, bitch! Say you like the way I’m eatin’ this pussy!”
Taj was so mad, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip in anger and stared at that bitch coldly. She rolled her eyes and hissed, “Fuck you, bitch! Hell no! I don’t like that shit! You fuckin’ nasty dyke!”
Cherry bit down as hard as she could on Taj’s inner thigh. Taj yelped in pain. Cherry laughed and said, “Don’t scream, bitch. You gonna like it. You gonna love it! Watch! And if you don’t, I’ma blow your mothafuckin’ head off.”
Cherry parted Taj’s pussy with two fingers, and she bent down and tongued it for a few more minutes. She slipped four fingers in and out and stuck her thumb in her asshole.
Taj just lay there with her eyes closed. There was nothing else she could do. She felt like a filthy exhibit in a freak show. The gang members surrounding them rubbed their crotches in anticipation. Some of them were literally drooling.