The Teflon Queen PT 2
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“Fuck that!” Capo spat. “And fuck them Muslim niggas… Shit done already went too far to stop now!” Capo could give two fucks about what organization Cash had joined. The fact still remained that lives had been lost and loved ones had been robbed and shot. It was already too turned up to turn down now. “What’s up with that clown, Wayne?”
“He’s paying the Muslims for protection,” Stacks told him.
“You can’t be serious,” Capo said in disbelief. “Niggas is stone cold gangsta’s on the streets and then come to jail and turn Muslim. Un-fucking believable!” He raved. As Capo sat talking, he noticed Cash and Wayne both enter the yard at the same time. Just the sight of Cash made Capo’s blood boil. Yeah he had put hands and feet on him, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted Cash to bleed. He wanted him to see what real pain felt like and he definitely wanted him to know this shit wasn’t a game by no means what so ever.
Cash and Wayne were immediately flanked by Muslims when they entered the yard. They stood over in a huddle talking in hushed tones and every few seconds one of them would look back over his shoulder as if the organization was up to no good.
Capo didn’t know what they were over there talking about, but if he had to guess more than likely it was about him.
“Here we go,” Stacks said out loud as he noticed the gang of Muslims heading in their direction. Each man’s face held a serious and dangerous no nonsense look on it. One of the Homies discreetly passed Capo a shank. When the two crews got within striking distance, the entire yard got quiet in anticipation of the violence that was sure to come next.
* * * *
Mr. Biggz sat in an expensive Italian restaurant with a beautiful black woman that wasn’t his wife. He laughed, boasted, and bragged about how much money he had and how the world was all his.
The dark skin woman who sat across from Mr. Biggz laughing at every word that came out of his mouth. She was just happy to be in Mr. Biggz presence. She had been waiting for a while for Mr. Biggz to finally keep his word and take her out like he had promised so many times in the past. Now that she was actually spending time with him, she planned on enjoying herself.
“So tell me a little more about yourself,” the dark skin woman that went by the name Shelly said as she sipped slowly from her glass of red wine.
“Well one word that can describe me is greatness,” Mr. Biggz said arrogant and cockily. He had been on top for so long that he no longer knew how to be humble or how to appreciate things. In his world it was either his way or the highway. His rules were simple. You could either love him or leave him alone.
“Greatness?” Shelly repeated just to make sure she had heard him correctly. “Define greatness.”
“You’re looking at it,” Mr. Biggs replied shoveling a fork full of pasta in his mouth. “Let me explain something to you sweetheart.” He took a sip of his drink and then continued. “You see in order to be great; you have to do great things.”
“What have you done great lately?” Shelly challenged.
At first Mr. Biggz was about to answer Shelly’s question and then he suddenly remembered that Bosses didn’t answer questions or explain themselves to no one, especially not a woman. “Listen bitch, I’m done answering these foolish questions. Sit down and shut up,” he huffed. “Sit back and be thankful that I’m even allowing you to be around greatness.”
“Nigga please!” Shelly shot back. “You must got me fucked up!” She stood up and tossed her drink in Mr. Biggz face and then stormed out of the restaurant leaving Mr. Biggz sitting there alone.
Mr. Biggz laughed an embarrassed laugh and then got up and headed towards the men’s room.
He barged through the door with one thing on his mind. He couldn’t wait to get home so he could make a phone call and get Shelly’s head blown off for her disrespectful act.
As Mr. Biggz washed the red wine from his face, he heard a stall door behind him open and out stepped the one and only “The Teflon Queen!” Her face was covered in bruises. She wore all black, and in her hand rested a silenced 9mm.
“Angela,” Mr. Biggz said as if he had seen a ghost.
“You don’t look too happy to see me,” Angela whispered. She knew her face was the last face he expected to see.
“Where’s The White Shadow?” He asked.
“He’s dead!”
“No way,” Mr. Biggz said in disbelief. He just knew that The White Shadow would be able to easily defeat Angela any day of the week, even on his worst day.
“You’ve caused a lot of unnecessary bloodshed,” Angela told him. “I lost a good man because of you.”
“Fuck you!” Mr. Biggz growled. “That stupid ass man is who caused all of this!” He raved. “You met him and then you started changing… You are an assassin Angela! You can’t be falling in love thinking you just gone ride off into the sunset. It don’t work like that! You took a contract and didn’t fulfill it. That’s not my fault!”
“All the contracts I have done for you… You couldn’t let one slide?” Angela fumed. “I’ve never asked you for nothing and then the first time I ask you for something, you put a contract out on me. That’s how you do? I thought we was family?”
“Fuck family! This is business!” Mr. Biggz explained. He was a business man and in his line of work the word family was nonexistent. “You fucked up and went against the grain,” he pointed out.
“I understand,” Angela said nodding her head. “I do, but what you’re not understanding is that you took from me the only person that I’ve ever loved and the only person that ever loved me. Then I called you and asked you to dead this thing before it went too far.”
“I’m sorry Angela. I’m not perfect, but I’ll tell you what I’ll do……”
Mr. Biggz brains exploded all over the mirror before he could finish his sentence. Angela stood over Mr. Biggz corpse and emptied the remainder of the clip in his body just for good measures.
Mr. Biggz was responsible for killing the one man who took Angela in when she was a kid and when no one else wanted or cared for her. He also responsible for killing the only man to ever love Angela for being herself and now she had finally got revenge. It was only right that she killed the man who had given her the name “The Teflon Queen.” Mr. Biggz would always be a part of her because even if she didn’t want to be, Angela would always be known as “The Teflon Queen!”
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