“Well, you know what hurts even more, Mox? Watching the person you love, fall in love with someone else and ain’t nothing you can do about it. That shit hurts."
Priscilla’s eyes started to water. “I spoke to her Mox, she told me everything.”
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.”
“She told me how she took care of you and how y’all got together when you came home. All this shit about you wanting to be with her and you wanna get away from all this bullshit in your life. Is that what I am to you Mox, bullshit?”
“Priscilla…”
“I’ve done everything for you Mox. I showed you how to play this game. I was there for you when you were locked up, when you got shot and through the recovery, and in return you give me your ass to kiss.”
“Priscilla…”
“No, fuck you, Mox.”
She pulled the covers over her head and went to sleep.
__________
Priest checked his Bulova watch. “It’s almost that time boys. Y’all ready?” he reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out four masks.
“What the hell are those Priest?”
“We going with something different this time fellas, no more movie stars. We mobsters today.”
Two weeks ago, Priest had been released from state prison and he was already about to pull his third bank heist. He and his three cronies were stashed in a basement about a half a block away from the HSBC bank on Tarrytown Road in White Plains. If everything went as planned, Priest would come off with at least two million in cash.
“Here, take this, Slick.” He passed him the John Gotti mask.
“Okay, I get to be Gotti for the day.”
“Here Mel,” Priest tossed Mel the Vinny the Chin mask.
“This is that Vinny the Chin muhfucka, right?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“Yo Que, this you.” He handed Que the Sammy the Bull mask.
Que couldn’t figure out who it was. “Who the fuck is this?”
Mel took it out of his hand, looked at it and started laughing. “That’s the rat. Sammy the Bull!” he laughed louder. “You gotta be the rat!”
“Nah, fuck that, Priest. Why I gotta wear the rat joint?”
Mel couldn’t stop laughing.
“Coolout, Mel. Que, it don’t matter what mask you get, just put the shit on.”
Que was tight. “Man, I ain’t wearin’ that, fuck that.”
Priest got in Que’s face. “Put the fuckin’ mask on.”
Que saw how serious he was, and complied. Plus Priest was probably a hundred pounds heavier, so a fight was out of the question anyway.
“Lemme see your gun, Que.”
Que passed Priest his .9 millimeter.
“Now see, you look good as Sammy the rat!” Priest cocked the gun back and emptied the clip in his chest. “Anybody else feel like talkin’ to the police? Alright then, proceed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Since their argument, Mox had been holding the couch down for the last few days in Jennifer’s living room. She didn’t mind; her home was their home until they figured out where they wanted to live.
During the day, Jennifer did a lot of running around, so she was rarely at the house. But recently, she claimed to be on vacation from work and decided to lounge out at the crib.
“Wassup Mox?” she tried to strike up a conversation.
Mox sat back on the couch, flicking through cable channels. “I’m chillin’, wassup wit’ you?”
“Nothing much.” Jennifer sat down next to him on the couch. “Can I see your eye?”
Mox ignored her.
“Look, I know you don’t like me, but I think if you get to know me, you’ll think different.” She tried to rub his leg, but he pushed her hand away.
“You buggin’.”
“Am I? I know you and Priscilla goin’ through y’all shit. I’m sayin’ we can keep this between us.”
“Keep what between us?”
“Whatever we do. If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.” she responded.
“You ain’t shit. I knew you was a snake the day I met you.”
Jennifer stuck out her tongue and wiggled it like a snake would do.
“I know you wanna fuck me, Mox. I see the way you undress me wit’ your eyes.”
She stood up, pulled her sweatshirt off, and straddled Mox.
“Jennifer, get off me before Brandi wakes up and comes down here.” He tried to push her off, but she wouldn’t budge.
Mox’s cell phone rang.
He looked at it lying on the coffee table. It was Uncle Earl.
The front door opened, it was Priscilla.
The first things she saw were Jennifer’s C-cups bouncing and the back of Mox’s head.
“What the fuck!” She dropped the bag of groceries in her hand.
Mox turned his head, saw it was Priscilla, and pushed Jennifer off his lap.
His cell phone kept ringing.
Jennifer didn’t bother covering up. “Wassup Priscilla?”
Mox picked his phone up. “Hello?”
Uncle Earl was on the other end. “The white bitch is poison! She a Telesco!”
“What!?” he dropped the phone and looked at Jennifer.
Priscilla’s tears were falling like Alicia Key’s hit single. She snatched the gun from the small of her back. “I’m not gon’ let you hurt me no more.” she aimed it at Mox.
Mox grabbed the pistol from his waistline and pointed it at Jennifer. “This bitch is settin’ us up Priscilla!”
Priscilla’s hands were trembling as she steadied the barrel to Mox head. “No more lies Mox.”
“Priscilla put the gun down! Do you even know who this bitch is?”
Mox knew he recognized Jennifer from somewhere, she was Mikey T’s little sister. He recalled seeing her in a home portrait years back when they played ball together.
“I don’t care Mox, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters. I did all I can do.” She moved in closer.
Mox had his gun at Jennifer’s head and Priscilla had her gun to Mox’s head.
Jennifer joked. “Look at this, the perfect love triangle.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Mox screamed. “Where your ID at?” he picked her bag up and dumped it on the carpet.
Her ID card landed by Priscilla’s foot.
“Pick it up Priscilla, tell me what it says.”
Jennifer was trying to figure out a way to make a move. “He’s lying Priscilla. He’s jus’ tryin to cover up the fact that we’ve been fuckin’ since he came here.”
“Don’t believe her Priscilla. What does the card say!?” Mox’s grip on the gun was getting tighter.
Prisiclla picked up the ID card. She read it slowly. “Jenn-i-fer Tel-es-co…”
She dropped the card.
“Daddy!!”
“Mox!”
A shot went off…
THE UNION 3 COMING SOON!
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Shout out to the Man above for allowing this to happen once again. I woke up this morning, dropped to my knees and thanked him for opening my eyes to another day of the sun’s illuminating glow.
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