Dope Girl 4: R. I. P.

by Sa'id Salaam

“I wanna fuck both y’all bitches. At da same damn time,” he announced. ‘I Wanna Fuck’ was the name of one of his songs. It worked great as a pick up line in the past and worked that time too.

  “Okay,” Cameisha and Jackie sang in unison like bookend groupies.

  “Let’s ride den!” Verb cheered. On cue, his bodyguards stood to guard his body. Cameisha twisted her lips ruefully, hoping they had life insurance.

  “They don’t gotta come,” Jackie said in an effort to spare them.

  “Dey gotta go err where I go. My record label said so. Dey not gonna see us fuck dough. Unless you want them to?” Verb replied.

  “We can go to my place. That way y’all ain’t got to drop us off after you fuck us,” Meisha explained.

  “Sounds like a good idea boss,” one of the bodyguards said while the other co-signed by nodding his head. They were the ones who had to do the drop offs so they were eager to save a trip. A mistake they would not live to learn from.

  “It would be safer than taking them to your residence,” the other guard added.

  “Ok,” Verb shrugged. He had no idea what the word residence meant and didn’t want to ask in front of the girls. Wouldn’t want to look dumb you know.

  ****

  “Here?” the driver asked when he pulled to a stop in front of a darkened building.

  “Yup,” Meisha said and got out. The guards got out first to make sure it was safe. It wasn’t.

  As soon as they stepped on the sidewalk, they both dropped dead. Verb looked down at them in his everyday confusion trying to figure out what just happened. He figured it out when Killa stepped from the shadows. The billowing from the tip of the silencer-equipped pistol said all that needed to be said. Verb assumed it was a robbery and lifted his chin, ready to accept it.

  “Ugh!” Killa grunted and socked Verb with everything he had. The blow broke his jaw on both sides and put him to sleep. He wouldn’t be saying anymore dumb shit that night, ever for that matter.

  “About my beef. How can I get to a nigga I can’t catch out in the open?” Meisha asked as Killa drug Verb into the backseat.

  “A funeral. Kill someone he loves and catch him at the funeral,” he suggested. With his violent ass.

  “Good idea.” She smiled and nodded knowing exactly who she was going to kill. Her uncle tossed a set of keys once he had Verb in the car.

  “That blue one,” he said pointing to a sedan down on the corner. She and Jackie rushed over but found the key didn’t work. They turned around just in time to see Killa pull off.

  “Hey!” Cameisha wailed knowing she was about to miss the main event. She pressed a button on the remote and another car on the next block honked and flashed its lights.

  “Guess I better change. Trigga would lose his damn mind if he saw me come in like this,” Meisha sighed.

  “That’s exactly why I’m keeping mine on!” Jackie said wickedly.

  ****

  Verb got the best sleep he’d had in months. He snored loudly from the punch, the drugs, alcohol, and constant turning up. Killa called his name several times when they reached their destination but he didn’t budge.

  “Rise and…something,” Killa said pouring his soda on him. “Get up and get out!”

  Verb woke up and tried to say some dumb shit but his broken jaw wouldn’t allow it. It came out like the alphabet, which was odd because Verb didn’t know the alphabet.

  Killa walked him by gunpoint into the deserted zoo. Once they were in, he fired a silent shot into his ass cheek. He hopped, shimmied, and shook like his latest dance.

  “Lmnop?” he asked wondering what was going on.

  “I’m going to count to ten, and then I’m coming after you. If I catch you, I’m going to kill you,” he explained quite eloquently.

  Verb knew how to count to ten and took off when Killa reached two. He had never been to the zoo before and had no idea where he was going. He ran zigzagging, darting his eyes in every direction.

  “Quick, in here! He won’t follow you in there,” Wali said holding a door open for him. Verb nodded his thanks and ducked inside. Wali closed and locked the door then went around front with Killa to watch the show. When he hit the lights, it was show time.

  The lions were sniffing the fresh blood in the air when the lights came on. The man-eaters couldn’t believe they actually had a man to eat. Verb couldn’t believe his eyes either. He blinked and rubbed them but the lions were still there.

  Female lions generally do the killing but when they eased forward, the king let out a roar that called them off. This one was his.

  “Hijk!” Verb shouted and took off running. He ran around the lion den as the lion stalked him.

  “Tell them you’re God and you created them!” Killa yelled and cracked up.

  “No, no, turn up! Turn up!” Wali laughed getting in on the fun.

  Verb ran out of room and the lion pounced. He tried to fight and threw a punch but the lion ate it. Literally, he snatched his whole arm off. He clamped down on his neck and nearly severed his head. Once the man stopped kicking, the girls moved in and shared the meal.

  “I wouldn’t post that,” Wali advised seeing Killa capture the kill on his phone.

  “Nah, for my personal viewing pleasure,” he lied. He knew good and well he was going to post that video.

  Turn up!

  Chapter 24

  “Boy I got us a lick!” Boobie announced to his right hand man called Suspect. He had the right name too because in his scant 22 years on the planet he had been a robbery suspect, a rape suspect, and a murder suspect. He was the very definition of a suspect ass nigga.

  Boobie and Suspect belonged to a notorious robbing crew. They had hit jewelry stores, convenience stores, check-cashing places, and even a bank. Their favorite meal however was dope boys. Dope boys usually had no surveillance, no security, and damn sure couldn’t call the police. And say what? ‘Niggas stole my dope?’

  “You already know I’m down,” Suspect replied. He didn’t ask who or what because it didn’t matter. Anybody could get it as far as he was concerned. He had a reputation of an itchy trigger finger, known not to leave any witnesses. Dead people do not make good witnesses. Who’s going to believe them?

  “Them New York ass niggas done set up shop in Eastwyck. Got that good ass dope but won’t sell no weight. Little nigga offered to let me work a pack but fuck that. That lil’ hoe Leera put me up on the stash spot!”

  Suspect watched his friend pace back and forth. His odd gait always amused him. Boobie was so slew footed it looked like he had his shoes on the wrong feet. Then, on top of that, he thought it cool to dip to each side with every step. He looked sort of like a clock pendulum from a distance. He just knew he had a mean swagger but really looked like a fool. Because a fool and his money soon part, he was always able to keep a hoe on deck. A hoe in the hand beats…nothing actually.

  The dastardly duo decided not to include the rest of the crew on the lick. They weren’t sure just how much they were working with and thought 50/50 would be best. What Boobie didn’t know is that, if the haul was enough, Suspect would have left him there with the other dead bodies and split the money with himself.

  ****

  “Yeah something going on, fo’ sho,” Boobie said nodding in agreement with himself. They set up surveillance on the house to see what they could see. Mama shuffled in and out while Bad Ass came and went several times to drop off money and pick up dope.

  “Told you so,” Leera said interrupting the blowjob. She held his dick in hand speaking into it like a microphone, while Suspect played under her dress from the backseat.

  “How we gon’ play it? Wild cowboy?” he suggested since that was his preference. Left up to him he would run in and murder everything moving then go through their pockets.

  “Nah, we gotta be smart,” Boobie replied. He pointed at Leera’s bobbing head to remind him she was a witness. Suspect shrugged like ‘So?’ since he had no problem killing her too. “Member last
time…”

  “True dat,” Suspect said twisting his lips. The last time they pulled a wild cowboy style lick they left a hundred grand behind with the dead man. That man most certainly would have parted with it to stay alive. That was a real lose-lose situation.

  “I can get y’all in. Just break me off a lil’ dough,” Leera suggested.

  “Do it!” Boobie demanded before offering her a drink. As soon as she swallowed, she hopped in the backseat to take care of Suspect.

  ****

  “Hey baby, I ain’t seen you in a minute,” Mama greeted when she let Leera in on her way out. “Angel! You got company!”

  “I do?” Angel asked Self, who of course couldn’t answer. She twisted her lips at his helpless shrug and got out of the bed. She pulled his shirt over her shorts and went to investigate. Angel only had one friend who she had cut off weeks earlier, so imagine her surprise to see Leera standing in the living room.

  “Hey girl! Who’s here?” Leera asked darting her eyes around.

  Her presence was odd enough to make Angel overlook her odd demeanor. Leera smiled fraudulently despite the look of disgust on her once friend’s face.

  “What are you doing here?” Angel asked with a pained expression.

  “Girl stop! We ain’t finna let no nigga come between us are we?” she asked as if the notion was ludicrous.

  “Eh, yeah!” Angel replied because it wasn’t.

  “Girl we bigger than that! I brought us a blunt of that loud so we can kiss and make up. ‘Cept I ain’t kissing you ‘cause I don’t know where yo’ lips been,” Leera giggled.

  “I know where your lips been though!” How you gonna…” Angel shot back but was cut off by Self descending the stairs. “I’m pregnant. I ain’t finna smoke no weed!”

  “Oh, ok,” Leera said hanging her head in dejection. The show of contrition worked and Angel opened her big heart once again so the snake could slither in.

  “Sup?” Self asked when he arrived. He heard about the blunt and forgave her already. Not exactly magnanimous since he got his dick sucked after all.

  “Nuffin’,” Angel said mocking his accent. “Leera came to smoke a blunt with you.”

  “And watch a movie!” Leera cheered holding up the “Yung Pimpin’” DVD.

  “I’ll sit between y’all so his dick don’t end up in nobody’s mouth,” Angel said dryly. She got her little shot off but took the chair across the room to avoid the smoke.

  Self lit the blunt and almost choked when the hilarious movie began to play. Angel giggled but was more interested in Leera’s antics. She shot a glance at Self, her, the door, and back to Self. She had just opened her mouth to ask what was up when the door eased open and answered for her. Self sat up when the two masked men walked in behind their guns.

  “Y’all be easy,” Suspect said from behind a ski mask. He could afford to be cordial since he had an AK-47.

  “We just here fo’ the money and the dope,” Boobie explained. Angel recognized him instantly from his voice and duck walk, but knew enough to keep quiet.

  “Shit if you know we got that you must know where it is,” Self said shooting Leera a side eyed scowl and hit the blunt.

  “As a matter of fact, I do,” Boobie said. He tucked his pistol and hit the steps. Self extended the blunt to Suspect while they waited.

  “May as well,” he shrugged and plucked it from his fingers. He took two puffs and passed it back according to protocol. The charitable act saved three lives because Suspect had just decided to chill. “And it’s that loud!”

  “Keep it,” Self offered. He could only shake his head at how easily he got robbed. He counted up over 30 grand and several ounces of crack. It should be enough to keep them alive. A lot of robberies turn into murders when the haul isn’t sufficient. If the stick up men think you’re holding out, they’ll kill you. Reason being if they can’t have it, you can’t either. His mind went to his new pistol under the pillow and hoped it wasn’t found.

  It was the one he planned to use on the get back. He had bust his gun plenty of times back in the Bronx, but didn’t have any bodies on his soul. Not yet anyway.

  “We straight!” Boobie announced happily as he came bounding down the stairs. His demeanor indicated he had struck big.

  “Straight-straight?” Suspect checked.

  “Straighter than straight!” he assured him moving towards the door.

  “A’ight, y’all be easy,” Suspect nodded as he departed. All three let out sighs of relief when they heard tires squealing from the hasty retreat.

  “Shit you may as well have went with them,” Self told Leera.

  “Me? Huh? Wha…”

  “What my ass! You did this! Remember, I know you!” Angel snapped. She knew her friend had set up at least one robbery.

  “Y’all tripping! I ain’t finna stay here and be insulted!” she huffed and stormed out.

  “What we gon’ do?” Angel asked with tears streaming down her face. She felt partly to blame by letting her friend know too much of her business. A common mistake made by many women. Bragging about how well your man in laying the pipe but shocked when your friends fuck him behind your back. It’s your fault for advertising his dick slinging skills.

  “Bout to call my sister!”

  Chapter 25

  “Turkey burger express! Did someone order 50 turkey burgers?” Cameisha called out playfully as she used her key to enter Aqua’s condo. Aqua was yapping away on her phone but quickly hung up when she walked in.

  “That wasn’t Dasia!” Aqua blurted and tossed her phone aside.

  “Um…o…kay?” Meisha laughed in amusement. She took a couple of burgers and fries from the bag and went to put the rest in the fridge.

  Cameisha admired the cute two bedroom she’d copped for her friend. It was located in downtown Decatur near the courthouse. A few miles away from Eastwyck though worlds apart. Aqua had already destroyed one of the burgers by the time she returned.

  “I can’t wait to have this baby! I’m tired of peeing every five minutes!" She grumbled and hoisted herself up.

  “And I can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew!” Cameisha called behind her as she waddled to the bathroom. She glanced at Aqua’s phone and recalled her odd statement. Curiosity got the best of her so she picked it up and checked the call log. She could only shake her head at the contact labeled ‘Not Dasia.’

  “I’m coming to see you real soon,” Cameisha texted with an evil grin. She jotted down the number for later use. As soon as time permitted, she was going to kill her. The phone buzzed from Dasia’s reply.

  “Can’t wait.”

  “Whew!” Aqua said as she waddled back down the hall. Meisha put the phone back and took a bite of her burger.

  “I…hold on,” Meisha said and paused to check her own vibrating phone. She hit the ignore button when she saw it was Self since he was her next stop. He called right back indicating it was important since everyone knew how much she hated someone blowing her phone up. The spoiled brat refused to even check her voicemails. “Sup yo?”

  “We got hit,” Self blurted out animatedly.

  “Police?” Cameisha asked terrified. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

  “Nah, stick up kids. Niggas ran up in here with choppers. My girl knows who it was. That bitch Leera set that shit up,” he said in one breath.

  “Slow down B. What they take? Y’all ain’t hurt are you?” she asked noticing she asked about the money before their safety. The thought made her shake her head. Self was more important than money.

  “Yo, they got all the work, about thirty in cash. I had a few racks in my pants they ain’t get plus my personal stash,” he said proving just how loyal he was without even trying. If he had any serpent in his system, he would have written those extra thousands into the robbery and kept them.

  “I’m on my way!” she growled and hung up. She scrolled through her contacts looking for Big Shawn’s number. She needed more guns. She planned to make an ex
ample of them.

  ****

  “What happened?” Cameisha demanded as soon as Self opened the door to let her in.

  “Like I said, we were…”

  “Not you, her!” Meisha said turning to Angel. Angel’s eyes grew wide just from the violent timbre of her voice.

  “It was my friend, well, used to be friend Leera. She did this. She put Boobie and dem on the lick. She did it once before that I know of.”

  “The ‘and dem’ is more than one person?” she asked seeking clarity. People in the south will refer to one person as ‘and dem’ at times. Like my mama and dem when it’s just their mama.

  “It was two people. They had on masks but I know Boobie from that crazy walk. I know they stay over on Glenwood too,” she explained. As she spoke Bad Ass tapped twice and came in. Even though he announced his presence, he had guns pointed at his face.

  “Chill,” Bad Ass uttered and Cameisha and Self lowered their weapons. “Yo, I just beat my feet with Capo, I know where they at right now. Gimme the word and we’ll take care of them.”

  “Who is the other nigga?” Self asked.

  “Some nigga called Suspect. We need to move now so we can get our shit back!”

  “Nah, chill. Let ‘em keep that lil’ shit. They earned it. We ‘bout to turn that Suspect into a victim!” Meisha proclaimed.

  ****

  “Just tell me who and where and me and Troy will go handle that shit!” Trigga vowed as he drove towards Norcross.

  “Troy and I,” Cameisha corrected and instantly regretted it.

  “You and Troy? Nah, me and Troy! Do them just like we did that lil’ nigga Snake,” he shot back.

  Trigga and Troy definitely made a statement when they made an example out of Snake. A few more trappers were set to short the dope boys when they saw he got away with it. Not only did they not say anything, but invited him out on the town. Snake’s dumb ass went shopping with the stolen loot. He was dead fresh when Trigga and Troy arrived but just plain dead by the time they left.

  Trigga blew a hole in him with the shotgun that was so big you could see clear through. He did it right out in the parking lot in front of everybody. Their collection was hundreds of dollars over that night. Troy told them better not nare nigga call the police, and no one did. Snake laid in that parking lot for two days before he got scooped up. Police just happened by and saw him minus his new tennis shoes. He had gotten rained on and everything.