by Sa'id Salaam
“You’re the one who wanted to give me sex aren’t you?” he asked remembering her advance. She opened her mouth to respond but Bilal pounced on her.
The phone fell when he threw her face first on the bed. He held her in place with one hand and removed her uniform pants with the other. Lucy was having a not so fresh day down below but Bilal ignored it. He spit on his dick and shoved it inside her.
“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Suave yelled. All he could hear was their grunts and skin slapping from the rape.
Bilal didn’t bother pulling out and pushed in instead. He could care less about a rape kit as he flooded her with pent up frustration. Lucy grinded against him to get it all out. Halfway through the rape she came herself.
“Tell my brother I’ll be home soon, and I’m going to kill the person who destroyed my life,” Bilal growled in Lucy’s ear before pulling out of her.
“Okaay,” she sang sounding love-struck from the good wood. She pulled her panties and pants up before relaying the message.
“Yeah, I heard him,” Suave nodded approvingly. He was delighted to have broken his strong willed brother. Lucy was still talking when he hung up. It wasn’t as important as his next call.
“Sup boss?” Duck asked from Atlanta.
“A-yo, we’re on the way down. Time to make contact with that bitch,” Suave demanded. “It’s payback time.”
Chapter 29
“Hey Papi I didn't expect to hear from you so soon! You must have missed me, huh? I missed you a little,” Anna sang all girly and giggly when she took Trigga’s call the next day. She was at work scribbling their names with hearts on the desk calendar. Her rarely used vagina was still sore and swollen from the good pounding it took the night before.
“Uh yeah...um, of course I missed you. That’s why I called,” Trigga said catching on. He knew he laid the pipe well and that was the result. Business and pleasure. “I need them 20 we talked about and I need to see you again.”
“Well I can't wait to see it, I mean you again. I'll call my cousin and if he ignores me, again I'll just go get it from one of the houses. I get off in a few minutes and I'll call you back.”
“Sounds like a plan sugar,” he replied. He could hear her smiling through the line and knew he had her.
“What did she say?” Troy asked eagerly when the call ended. They were parked outside of her job in the exact same spot Brice and Toshiba had just left on their own stakeout. It wasn't much of a stakeout as all they did was flirt and talk about favorite sexual positions. It just so happened they both liked it doggy style, and who doesn't?
Inside the medical examiner's office, Anna worked the phones frantically. Her call to Juan was sent to voicemail. She tried the condo and clearly heard him tell Manny to say he wasn't there. Finally, she made a frustrated sigh and decided just to go out to the green house and get what she wanted.
“Hey babe,” Trigga said taking her call.
“I'm running out to Gwinnett County to pick it up now. I'll call you when I get home and you can come get...it,” she offered seductively.
“See you then,” he said and clicked off. A second later, she emerged from the building marching towards her car. “There she is right there.”
“Her! Right there! And you don't want to hit that no more?” Troy said seeing Anna for the first time. Even Trigga noticed how sexy she looked. The good sex had her feeling sexy. When a woman feels sexy, she dresses sexy. She wore a lace bra and panty set under a tight skirt and a semi sheer blouse. The 3-inch heels were a far cry from her normal flats. Big bouncy curls framed her face, which was made up with bright red lipstick. Memories of those lips on his dick the night before threatened to make him hard once more so he quickly turned away.
Anna pulled her two-year-old Audi into traffic. The car suddenly seemed old with the 60 grand in free cash sitting in her home. It was definitely time to upgrade. Troy started his car and pulled out behind her. Downtown traffic provided the perfect cover as they maneuvered through the surface streets. Suddenly they were on 85 heading north. The ride ended up in a working class subdivision in Gwinnett County.
“I'm just getting here,” she said proving the house she just pulled up to was the spot. “I'll see you in a few.”
“Yeah you will,” Trigga replied hanging up. “She said she just got there, that's it shawty,” he told Troy.
“So how you want to play it? Come back on the late night creep?”
“Nah,” Trigga contemplated. There were no cars in the driveway and Anna just walked straight in. The time was now. The key to a successful stash spot is not letting it look like a stash spot. No million people in or out and no security. It appears just like any other house on the block except it contains millions in cocaine, several guns, and one hostage.
“Hola que pasa?” Chaparo asked as Anna waltzed into the house.
“Juan told me to come get some stuff,” she lied. “Ten kilos.”
“He did?” he asked in confusion. Juan had just been there a few hours earlier and hadn't mentioned it. He made it his business to visit his concubine often. She had the freedom to roam the house but not leave it. No phone or internet access either.
“Yes, I...” Anna began but was cut off by the masked men who burst in behind her.
“Y’all know what this is,” Troy yelled from behind his AK-47. Trigga was right behind him holding a nine eye high.
“Easy papi,” Chaparo offered soothingly. He knew firsthand how easily a robbery could evolve into a murder. He shot a glance at his cousin and twisted his lips knowing that she was followed.
“We easy, just come on with them keys,” Troy said telling on themselves. Anna was a very smart woman and figured it out. She turned to a masked Trigga and looked him up and down.
“Tavarious?” she asked sounding wounded like she wanted to cry.
“Just business mamacita, nothing personal,” he said pulling up his now useless ski mask. Troy pulled his up also just a little bit.
“What’s up shawty? How you doing?” he asked flashing that smile that got him so much ass.
Chaparo took the opportunity to try to ease his gun from behind his back. He almost made it but almost doesn't count in a gunfight. Ain’t no runner up. Trigga saw him and sent him into the afterlife with a headshot.
“Where’s the coke?” Troy demanded now that the clock was ticking faster. Gunshots in that neighborhood were due to be reported. It was time to get the dope and get up out of there. The bedroom off the living room opened causing all head and guns to turn in that direction. Confused frowns spread across the men's faces when they saw who it was.
“Samantha?” Troy asked looking like he saw a ghost. According to his downward glance, it was a pregnant ghost.
“Troy!” she said excitedly but the reunion was interrupted by David. He rushed in the room with an Uzi.
“Die!” he screamed, closed his eyes, and fired wildly. His first shots excused Anna from life when bullets tore into her torso. A shot pierced her lonely heart killing her instantly.
Troy turned to return fire but was a split second too late. He caught five rounds in his chest. He back peddled backwards into the wall and slid down. Trigga ducked the rounds sent his way and sent a few of his own. David dropped dead with a hole in his forehead.
Trigga hated to leave empty handed but hated leaving his only friend even more. There was no time to search the house so he turned and left. He was almost to the car when he heard footsteps behind him.
“Wait for me,” Samantha pleaded as she rushed to catch up. She jumped in the passenger seat as he slid behind the wheel
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed pounding the steering wheel.
“We gotta go,” she pleaded. She too knew the police would be there any second. Trigga knew she was right and pulled out of the driveway. He drove briskly out of the subdivision and hit the highway.
“My poor Troy,” she whined as they drove south back towards the city.
“We t
hought you was dead too shawty,” he said through his own tears.
****
“Hey baby I...oh my God! Oh my God oh my...” Cameisha stammered and covered her mouth when her dead friend walked in behind her man. Trigga was too distraught to find words and collapsed on the sofa. “You’re alive? You’re pregnant!”
“I am. Both,” she replied and rushed into her embrace. Her friend held her, rocked her, and let her get it out like true friends do.
“How, what, who?” Meisha asked unable to form full questions but wanting answers.
“I don't know. Juan kidnapped me from the house months ago. Beat me up, put me in the trunk of his car, and made me make cocaine. He is the who,” she said placing her hand on her small baby bump.
“He...raped you?” she asked tenderly.
“Raped...no. I did what I had to do to stay alive. This is the result,” she replied leaving out how good the sex was.
“I'm still going to kill him. Where’s Troy? Thought you were picking him up?” Trigga tried to speak but no words would come out.
“He’s dead…David killed him…” When Trigga regained his composure, he told her the whole story. All of it.
Chapter 30
“Where you going?” Trigga asked seeing Cameisha getting dressed up. He loved watching his girl dress almost as much as he liked watching her undress. That day wasn't normal casual fly attire; she was extra. A knee length black skirt over black hose and black heels. She placed a string of faux pink pearls around her neck to match her pink mink coat.
“To your girlfriend’s funeral.” They had barely spoke since he told her about the sex with Anna. Oddly, she wasn't mad, but jealous.
“The hell you are!” he shot back sitting straight up on the bed.
“You right, the hell I am,” she shot back. She grabbed a paper bag and headed towards the door.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked giving up on telling her what to do.
“A present for the police,” she chuckled at her last minute idea.
“Be careful,” Samantha warned when Cameisha breezed through the living room.
“For what? I'm going to the safest place in the city today,” she said on her way out the door.
Cameisha had been neglecting her Benz for fear of being seen in it. She drove it that day because that was exactly what she wanted, to be seen. It worked and she was spotted the second she pulled into the graveyard. And by more than just the Salazars.
“There’s your girlfriend,” Toshiba said as Cameisha stepped out of her car. Brice pouted about being teased as she radioed the news of the newcomer to Detective Walton.
Cameisha had figured correctly that the triple funeral for three of the drug clan’s family members would be a big deal with the cops. The police had no idea if a war was brewing or what was happening. And what better place to strike than a family gathering. That’s why there was more police there than a Police Benevolent Association ball. Not just undercover narcs but an ocean of blue to prevent an attack.
“Isn’t that the girl?” a lieutenant from the drug family asked when he saw Cameisha casually strolling towards them.
Marisol had just been smiling down at Anna's casket knowing her shameful secret was about to be buried with her. Both mother and son snarled when he looked up and saw her coming.
"Dami pistola," Juan growled angrily.
“Not here,” his ruthless mother reminded. A smile spread on Cameisha’s face when she saw the distress on theirs. She was the enemy right there in their face and there wasn't shit they could do about it. The preacher was eulogizing the occupants of the three boxes in rapid fire Spanish when she arrived. She sarcastically crossed herself at the caskets before turning to speak.
"Hola hermano, Madre," Cameisha said trying not to crack up.
“I told you she was behind this,” Marisol growled through clenched teeth. The truth of the matter was they didn't know who was behind the attempted robbery at the stash spot. All they had was a dead black man and no one to connect him to. The failed robbery left over a hundred kilos behind. Although the press conference later that evening reported only 50.
"Actually, nah, but I am going to kill the both of you the very first chance I get. Promise," she vowed and crossed herself once more.
“Not if I kill you first,” Juan said practically breathing fire.
“We shall see my brother,” she said before turning to Marisol. “Looking forward to seeing you in the box next and your hair looks a mess.”
“Oh!” Mama Salazar said as she raised her hands to her head. She turned to her sister to comfort her vanity as Cameisha walked away.
“What the hell is going on?” Detective Walton frowned as he watched through binoculars.
“Beats me,” a cop replied as he filmed the scene.
“Follow her!" both Juan and Detective Walton ordered as Meisha strolled back to her car. Knowing she had an audience, she switched her ass hard enough to make the full-length mink coat sway back and forth.
"Right away boss" both a Salazar lieutenant and Brice replied.
Cameisha laughed as she watched both of the cars pull out after her. She wondered for a second which car contained the good guys and which one held the bad guys. She got her answer a second later when a squad car pulled over the Salazar car at Toshiba’s direction. If they had guns or drugs, they were going to jail. If not, they could go on their way. Either way they would not be following Cameisha today.
"Fall back, she's going to see you," Toshiba warned as Brice followed a little too closely.
"I got this I know what I'm doing," he shot back but when Meisha smiled, winked, and waved through the rearview mirror she proved him wrong.
"Just hard headed!" she scolded shaking her head.
Cameisha sang and rapped along with every song on the radio as she drove aimlessly through Atlanta. She kept an eye on her pursuers to make sure they were still behind her. When she grew tired of the cat and mouse game, she made her move to lose them. She stuck the paper bag out the window and held it for second to make sure they saw it. Once they did, she dropped it and bent a corner.
"Did you see that? I bet that’s dope!" Brice exclaimed.
"Forget it, stay on her!" Toshiba ordered but he was indeed hard headed. He pulled over and ran to retrieve the bag. Cameisha just laughed at them both and mashed on the gas.
Brice grabbed the bag and snatched it open like he just made the bust of the century. All he got was his feelings hurt. He gave a disgusted scowl at the contents of the bag and tossed it down. Toshiba had her I told you so look on her face when he returned.
"Well Sherlock, what did you find out?" she quipped.
"She got her period."
Chapter 31
"Aw sookie now! Where you headed? Oh, you must got another little Spanish girlfriend," Cameisha asked seeing Trigga dressed in his grown man attire. He replaced his expensive jeans with slacks and traded his Jordans for loafers. They weren't back on the best of terms yet, but he had just earned himself some pussy that night and he didn't even know it.
“Bout to hit the Body Double,” he replied smoothing his crown of thick waves with his hand.
"Body Double! Why you going there when you got all this right here?" she asked slapping an ass cheek and making it jiggle.
He certainly couldn't argue that he didn't have ample ass to look at, at home, but the mission wasn't about ass watching. The Body Double was currently the premier strip club in the city. It was where the finest dancers in the ATL worked the greasy poles. As a result, both professional and street-ballers flocked to mingle with the morally bankrupt women.
“I can only look in there, I'm touching that when I get in," he vowed.
"Okaaay," Cameisha sang signaling that the beef was over. "Make it happen captain cuz we're almost out," Meisha said. They had stretched the 4 kilos from Anna as far as they could possibly go. "Guess I'll go check on the preggos."
"How they making out over there?" he asked thoughtfully.
Samantha wanted to go home after the whole ordeal but Cameisha begged her to stay. She reluctantly agreed and moved into the condo with Aqua but would not make any more of the dope. Cameisha understood and never asked her again. She thought about asking every day but never did.
"They cool," she replied and slipped into her thoughts.
"Don’t worry shawty, we gon’ get this bread up and move to Africa with your family," he assured her with a wet kiss to her forehead.
"That’s what's up baby," she replied, not bothering to correct the continent. He was down to go with her and that was all that mattered. She planned to buy him a globe for Christmas anyway.
****
The parking lot of the high-end strip club looked like the showroom of a high-end car dealership. There was several million dollars’ worth of exotic vehicles. The professional athletes had brand new imported cars with all the stock options. The dope boys had the ones they traded in 2 years ago and embellished them with all the aftermarket etceteras. Even the strippers pushed exotic whips. Some had baby seats tucked in the trunk while others had abortion receipts hidden in their glove boxes.
"Gotta pay the cost to be the boss," Trigga told Troy when they pulled into the valet parking line. When no reply came, he turned to the empty passenger seat where his right hand man should have been. Instead, he was in a box 6 feet deep.
Troy’s entire family including a daddy he’d never met had been murdered in drug related crimes. It was like the ghetto version of the Kennedy curse. That fact drove home Cameisha’s plan to get the money and run. He realized this wasn't the life for him because it's hard to live when you're dead. To make matters worse, they couldn't even go to the funeral. Both local and federal police were lying in wait to catch whoever Troy’s accomplice was. They knew there was no way he tried to rob the drug house on his own. Not just the cops but also a Columbian hit squad ready to exact revenge. All Trigga could do was pour out a little liquor and put one in the air for his fallen partner.
"Preciate it," Trigga thanked the parking attendant as he gave up his keys along with a crisp hundred dollar bill. It took another one just like it to bypass the wanna be players in the long line and use the VIP entrance.