Obsession

by Treasure Hernandez

  “Damn! Can’t you see we was in the middle of a conversation?” The Spanish chick sucked her teeth.

  Kat turned and smacked the shit out of her, but the Spanish chick smacked her back, and from there the two went at it, interrupting the dice game and attracting a crowd.

  “Yo, chill,” Lucky said as he stepped in between the two women.

  Other men started yelling, telling Lucky not to break up the fight. The night in the hood was already lively, and as soon as Kat popped up, it got even livelier.

  “Bitch, you don’t speak unless you spoken to!” Kat yelled as the Spanish girl was being escorted down the block. “And don’t think this shit is over with!”

  Lucky poured himself a cup of Henny in a five-cent plastic cup. He told Kat, “Yo, don’t come over here starting no shit.”

  “Man, fuck that bitch! I got some real shit I need to talk to you about,” Kat said.

  “What’s on ya mind?” Lucky took a sip from his cup.

  “Here’s your cut,” Kat said, handing Lucky the shopping bag.

  Lucky looked down at the bag and immediately knew what time it was. “How did that thing go?” he asked. From how nervous Kat looked, he could tell that something was wrong. He just didn’t know what.

  “Not good,” Kat began. “That muthafucka saw me, and now I don’t know what to do.”

  Lucky shook his head. “Rookies.” Honestly he was surprised that they had even got away with the robbery in the first place. “So how can I help you?” he asked.

  “I need you to protect me.”

  Lucky laughed in her face. “Help you how?”

  “I don’t know. I was thinking maybe you could hide me out somewhere.”

  “Fuck outta here!” Lucky downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. “I’m not hiding you nowhere. If you knew you was going to be scared, then you shouldn’t’ve did what you did,” he said coldly. “You better go ask that clown Tommy to protect you, if he ain’t already dead.”

  Lucky knew how his former best friend got down. Quick probably had the whole city out looking for Kat right now, and Lucky wanted nothing to do with that. Just because the two wasn’t speaking didn’t mean that Lucky didn’t have love for Quick. He felt bad about giving Kat and Tommy Gunz the info on where to find Tiffany in the first place.

  “Damn! So you can’t help your girl out?” Kat asked, her face frowned up. “You know what? You a bitch-ass nigga. Don’t worry, I’ma have my man come through here and air this whole shit out,” she said, feeling embarrassed.

  “I know.” Lucky poured himself another drink as Kat hopped back in her car.

  For the entire ride Major Pain listened to Nicki cry her eyes out over her brother. He wondered if she even knew what Hawk did for a living. “You a’ight?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

  “I’m fine,” Nicki replied. “Pull over at the next corner.”

  Major Pain pulled up and couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only did he see Lucky on the corner, but he also saw Kat. The two looked like they seemed to be arguing with each other.

  “This must be my lucky day,” Major Pain said to himself as Nicki slid out the car. Just as she got out, Kat hopped in her car and pulled off.

  “Fuck!” Major Pain didn’t know if he should follow Kat or kill Lucky. After thinking about it for a second, he stepped on the gas and peeled off in pursuit of Kat.

  Nicki looked dumbfounded as she watched the BMW pull off in a hurry. “Where the hell is he going?” she thought out loud.

  Major Pain made sure he stayed at least three cars behind Kat, so she wouldn’t spot him. The whole time he drove, he cursed Kat out as if she could hear him. He was angry at the fact that she had stopped him from getting revenge on Lucky, and now she was going to pay.

  Major Pain followed Kat into the parking lot of the Days Inn hotel. “Bum-ass bitch,” he mumbled as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Quick’s number.

  Kat hopped out the shower with a frown on her face, still upset about the way Lucky had treated her. While she was in the shower, she was trying to think of a way to make him pay for the way he had treated her. In her mind, she felt that Lucky was supposed to help protect her, since he too was in on the job. She didn’t know how yet, but before it was all said and done, she was going to make him pay for embarrassing her the way he did.

  Just as Kat laid across the bed, she heard a knock at the door.

  Knock, knock, knock!

  “Go away!” she yelled at the door as she flicked through the channels.

  Seconds later, she heard it again.

  Knock, knock, knock!

  “I said go away!” Kat yelled again with more attitude as she continued to flick through the channels.

  Kat’s whole body jumped when the door came crashing open. The first person to walk through the door was Major Pain, and he was followed by Goliath.

  Kat immediately recognized him as the man who was with Quick when she and Tommy had escaped from Quick’s apartment. The last man to enter the room was Quick. The look on his face told her that he wasn’t in the mood to play.

  “Wait. I can explain,” Kat said, standing up. She knew she had fucked up, but still she tried to talk her way out of it. “He made me do it, I swear.”

  Major Pain smacked the shit out of her. “Shut the fuck up!” he barked. “When I spotted her, she was with your boy Lucky too,” Major Pain announced. “I think he set the whole thing up.”

  Quick stepped up. “Where’s Tiffany?” he asked, his 9 mm hanging down by his side.

  “She’s with Tommy,” Kat said, giving Tommy Gunz up. She didn’t want to snitch on Tommy, but her back was against the wall. If it was going to be her or him, she was definitely going to save herself.

  “Where can I find this nigga at?” Quick asked.

  Earlier that day Tommy Gunz had called Quick, talking about if he wanted to see Tiffany alive again, then he was going to have to pay another $100,000 to get her back.

  “I know exactly where he’s at. I’ll take you straight to him. Just please don’t kill me,” Kat begged.

  Quick looked over in the corner and saw a book bag filled with money. No longer able to hold his anger in, he turned and smacked Kat across the face with the gun. When her body hit the floor, he immediately began to stomp her head into the floor.

  “You gon’ steal from me?” he yelled, continuing to stomp away.

  Goliath quickly pulled Quick off the woman. “That’s enough. We still need her to take us to Tiffany,” he reminded him.

  “Get her up.” Quick walked over to the corner and picked up the book bag filled with his hard-earned money.

  Tommy Gunz sat in his basement watching college football. He called himself “laying low until the heat died down,” so for the past three days he had been cooped up in his grandmother’s basement. He didn’t leave that basement for nothing, since he had everything he needed to last him for at least two weeks.

  As Tommy watched the game, he heard Tiffany over in the corner moaning. “Bitch, shut the fuck up!” he yelled.

  For the past three days Tiffany lay over in the corner, not able to move. During that time, Tommy didn’t feed her anything, nor did he give her anything to drink. When Tiffany had to use the bathroom, she just went on herself. Around the second day, she felt like she had to take shit. She tried her best to hold it for as long as she could, until she couldn’t take anymore and just shit in her pants like a baby.

  Tommy Gunz sat on his sofa enjoying the game when he smelled something like shit. “What the fuck!” He hopped up off the sofa and walked over to the corner where Tiffany lay. “Bitch, you shit on yourself?” he yelled. He kneeled down and punched Tiffany in her face. “Nasty-ass bitch!” He pulled out his dick and began to urinate all over Tiffany’s head, face, and the rest of her body. “Maybe that will cool you off.”

  Tommy Gunz laughed as he shook his penis, making sure he got every drop on Tiffany. Before he made it back over to the sofa, he heard somebody knoc
king on his door. He quickly ran over to the coffee table and grabbed his shotgun before heading for the door.

  “Who the fuck is it?” Tommy yelled.

  “It’s me. Open up.”

  Immediately Tommy Gunz recognized Kat’s voice. He tossed his shotgun over on the couch as he headed for the door. “Dumb-ass bitch must’ve changed her mind,” he said to himself. He snatched the door open and saw Kat standing on the other side of the door with her face all bruised up.

  “Fuck happened to you?” he asked.

  Before Kat got a chance to answer, Goliath shoved her out the way and dropped Tommy with a quick two-piece.

  Quick stepped in the basement and immediately spotted Tiffany over in the corner curled up on the floor like an animal.

  While Major Pain and Goliath fucked up Tommy Gunz, Quick was snatching the tape off Tiffany’s mouth. As he touched her, he noticed she was all wet. At that very moment, he realized that Tommy had pissed on his girl. “You all right?” he asked.

  “Yes, baby, I’m fine,” Tiffany said, trying to sound strong, but the tears streaming down her face told the truth.

  As Quick untied her, he smelled shit. Not wanting to embarrass his woman, he ignored the odor as he helped her up to her feet.

  “I helped you out. Now can I go?” Kat asked with a smirk on her face.

  Quick looked at her for a second then pulled out his 9 mm, aimed it at her head, and pulled the trigger, dropping her right where she stood. He then turned his 9 mm on Tommy Gunz, who was on his knees, blood streaming from his nostrils.

  “Do what you gotta do,” Tommy Gunz said, and he closed his eyes.

  Quick held the 9 mm to Tommy’s head, but instead of pulling the trigger, he handed the gun to Tiffany. “Handle your business, baby,” he told her.

  Without hesitation, Tiffany took the weapon from him and fired four shots into Tommy Gunz’s face.

  Quick was surprised at how easily Tiffany shot the man dead like that, but he didn’t say nothing about it. “Come on, baby, let’s get you up outta here.” He picked up Tommy’s share of the money that they stole from him and helped Tiffany out of the basement.

  For the entire ride Tiffany was quiet. She was just enjoying her freedom and thanking God for letting her make it out of that situation alive.

  Goliath pulled up in front of Turf’s mansion, leaving Tiffany with a surprised look on her face.

  “Surprise!” Quick said.

  Quick helped Tiffany out of the truck and inside their new home. Tiffany couldn’t believe her eyes as she entered the front door of her new home.

  “Is this really our place?” she asked. She had never even seen a house like this, except on TV. “I don’t believe it.”

  “Well, believe it, baby,” Quick said, placing a set of keys in the palm of her hand. “This right here is my main man Goliath. He’s going to be staying here with us; he’s our twenty-four-seven bodyguard.”

  “Nice to meet you.” Tiffany nodded, not wanting to shake the big man’s hand ’cause of how filthy she was.

  “Go clean yourself up while me and Goliath chat for a second.” Quick kissed Tiffany on the lips. He watched as she walked through the big house with a smile on her face. His woman having a smile on her face brought a smile to his face. He knew Tiffany had been through a lot in her life, and he planned on keeping her as happy as possible, so she would never have to think back on her hard times and rough past.

  Once Tiffany was out of sight, Goliath asked, “So what you wanna do about that nigga Lucky?”

  “Oh, he definitely gonna have to pay for this,” Quick said, anger all over his face. “This the second time he tried to take one of my girls out—first Ivy and now this. He definitely gotta go.”

  “So how you wanna handle this?” Goliath asked, ready to serve his new boss. “You want me to put the word out on the streets?”

  “Nah,” Quick said. “I’ma have to handle this one myself.”

  “Guess Who’s Back?”

  Blake sat on the train with a mean look on his face. He had on his State-issued outfit and boots on his feet. The train was crowded with beautiful women, tourists, and even a few bums, but none of that mattered to him. He had only one thing on his mind—getting revenge on Tiffany. The whole time he was locked away like an animal, the bitch didn’t even send him one letter. His birthday had passed three times, and never once did he even get a card. And for that he was going to make her pay with her life. Especially since it was her fault that he was even in a cage in the first place.

  When Blake’s stop came, he quickly stepped off the train. He walked down the street on the nice, sunny day just looking at how much things had changed since he had been away.

  A white man snapping pictures bumped into him by accident, and he had to stop himself from beating the white man to death. He still had that jailhouse mentality and so much anger built up inside of him, he was liable to snap any second. Not to mention, he had put on the extra weight and muscle since being locked up. Blake’s body was in such good shape and he had so much muscle, he felt he could kill a man with his bare hands if he wanted to.

  After walking fifteen blocks, he finally reached the building he was looking for. He entered the building and took the steps to the fourth floor and busted out the staircase not even a bit winded. He walked down the hall until he reached the door he was looking for and knocked lightly.

  Seconds later, a frail-looking, older man answered the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Fuck you doing here?” the man asked.

  “Uncle Steve, I need to talk to you for a second. Is it all right if I come in for a second?” Blake asked.

  Steve stepped to the side so his nephew could enter. “You hungry?” he asked.

  “Nah, I’m good,” Blake said, standing in the middle of the living room.

  “Let me guess—You need some money.”

  “Nah, I don’t need no money.”

  “Oh,” Steve said. “Well, what the fuck you want then?” he asked, wondering why his nephew who he hadn’t seen in years was standing in his living room.

  “I need a gun,” Blake said seriously.

  Steve laughed loudly. “Is that all?” He pulled a rusty-looking .38 from his back pocket and handed it to Blake.

  Blake took the gun and slid it in his pocket.

  Steve handed him a box of bullets to go along with the gun. “Let me tell you something,” Steve began. “You pull that muthafucka, you better use it. Don’t be no pussy, like your father used to be.” Then he added, “And another thing, you get caught, and you didn’t get the muthafucka from me.”

  Blake nodded as he headed for the door. “Good looking,” he said, and he disappeared out the door. Blake only had one mission on his mind, and that was to kill Tiffany. He didn’t care about going back to jail. Until she was gone, he wouldn’t be able to rest.

  Quick pulled up to the strip club. He’d just got word that Lucky was inside. He parked over in the cut and let the engine die. Then he grabbed his twin 9s from off the passenger seat and clutched them tightly as he patiently waited for his former best friend to exit the strip club. Inside he felt bad about what he was getting ready to do, but his mind was already made up, and he had to do what he had to.

  Forty-five minutes later, Quick, a black bandana covering his nose and mouth and a hoodie draped over his head, saw Lucky stumble out the club with one of his henchmen close by his side. From the way Lucky was walking, Quick could tell he was twisted.

  Quick took a deep breath as he hopped out the stolen car and followed Lucky and his henchman through the parking lot. He walked swiftly in between cars, hoping to cut Lucky and his henchman off.

  “Damn! Where the fuck did we park?” Lucky slurred as him and one of his goons stopped in their tracks and searched through the packed parking lot.

  Lucky pulled the keys to his Lexus out of his pocket and pressed the alarm. “We right over there,” he said, once he saw the tail lights on his Lexus flash.

 
As Lucky walked through the parking lot, he heard some footsteps coming from behind him. The footsteps sounded like the person creeping up on them was either running or jogging.

  “What the fuck!” Lucky said as he quickly spun around and saw a hooded man jogging toward them in a low hunch.

  Before he got a chance to say a word, it was too late. Three shots had already been fired. He tackled his henchman, trying to keep him out of harm’s way, but the man already had a bullet in his throat.

  “Fuck!” Lucky cursed as he removed the man’s .45 from his waistband and sprang up from behind a parked car firing.

  Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

  Quick ducked behind a parked car as shattered glass showered down on his head from stray bullets that hit the windows of the car he stood behind. He crept around to the other side of the car and opened fire.

  Lucky stayed low, throwing four reckless shots over his shoulder while he zigzagged around all the parking lot full of parked cars, like it was a maze.

  Quick was about to go in for the kill, until people started coming out the strip club, being nosy. To add to the mix, several different car alarms started going off. “Fuck!” Quick backpedaled over to his stolen ride.

  Once the gunshots finished ringing out, Lucky quickly jogged over to his Lexus and stormed out the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

  “Muthafuckas tried to take me out,” he said out loud to himself, no longer drunk. Bullets whistling past his head sobered him right up.

  Lucky recognized the hooded man, but he didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to believe that the person he grew up with, the man that was like a brother to him, had just tried to take his life. He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew what his eyes saw.

  Blake stepped in IHOP and looked around, hoping he saw Tiffany floating around the restaurant.

  “How you doing, sir? Can I help you?” the hostess asked politely.

  “Yes. Can I speak to the manager please?” he said, still looking around.