by Sa'id Salaam
"Fifty bricks!" Trigga announced triumphantly as he pulled into the underground parking lot. A score like that was every dope boy’s dream and there he was.
"Welcome to the big leagues baby," Cameisha cheered and raised her hand for a high five.
"You ready to handle yo’ business nigga?" Suave asked when they saw Cameisha. Bilal looked at the gun for a few seconds before accepting it.
"I'm ready to kill the person responsible for ruining my life," he said with the enthusiasm of someone who had been brainwashed. He took a deep breath like one does at the top of the high dive, held it, and then jumped.
Cameisha registered someone approaching behind Trigga and craned her neck to see around him. When she and Bilal locked eyes, she struggled to place the face. His being there, made absolutely no sense. She saw the gun at the exact same moment as Toshiba.
"Gun!" Cameisha and the cop yelled at the same time. Trigga turned just as Bilal raised the gun and fired.
The glass shattered as the bullet passed through and slammed into Trigga’s temple. Cameisha was sprayed by the glass and blood as he slumped over.
"Noooooo!" she screamed and jumped out with the Mac 10. Before she could shoot Bilal, he smiled and put the barrel in his mouth. With a quick tug on the trigger, he killed the person responsible for ruining his life.
"No you didn't! You little bitch; you were supposed to kill her! You bitch," Suave fumed as he jumped out with his own gun.
"Drop the guns!" Toshiba shouted as she too jumped out. She moved her gun back and forth between the two armed people but Brice hadn't budged. She looked at Brice in the car and he was frozen in place by the explosion of violence.
Suave raised his gun and rushed towards Cameisha. He made it a whole two steps before she sent him running backwards with a three shot burst into his chest.
"Put it down!" Toshiba ordered once more. She made the fatal mistake of looking at her partner once more.
Cameisha took advantage of the pause and sent shots her way as well. Toshiba wore a vest but it didn't cover her face. A .45-caliber slug ran through her mind like an idea and ended her life as well. Brice sat there shaking like a leaf. Cameisha dropped the gun and jumped into the truck Suave got out of. He certainly couldn’t drive it to hell.
"Oh Trigga," Cameisha wailed as she pulled out of the garage. Luckily, police didn't have a description of the truck and she drove right past them as they arrived.
Cameisha knew the contents of the car would lead the police to the apartment. She allotted herself five minutes inside and grabbed everything she could. She stuffed a couple of pairs of panties along with all the extra cash into a tote bag. She tossed in the bankbooks and then grabbed the pink mink coat, which was the first gift that Trigga ever bought her.
With two minutes to spare, she rushed into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. And as if things weren't bad enough, the pregnancy test had a pink plus sign. Cameisha was pregnant.
****
"What? What?” Samantha screamed when Cameisha rushed in the condo yelling incoherently. Her hair was wild and she had dried blood on her face.
"Trigga, Bilal, cops, dead. They're all dead!" Meisha managed. She was out of breath from the murders and sprint from the parking lot. Once fully inside, she sank to the floor and sobbed.
"Huh?" Aqua asked as she came and sat on the floor next to her. She wrapped her in her big arms and rocked her gently. "What happened?"
"I don't know! Bilal was there. He shot Trigga then the cops came and some other man," Cameisha rambled trying to make sense of what just happened.
"Did you pee?" Samantha asked Aqua as a puddle formed under her.
"No! I think my damn water broke!" she said referring to her amniotic fluid.
"I'll call an ambulance!" Samantha exclaimed and made the call. A call of a woman in labor in that neighborhood was answered immediately. Moments after she hung up paramedics were knocking on the door. Cameisha rushed into one of the bedrooms so she wouldn't be seen.
"Just relax, everything will be fine," the EMS worker offered in a calm soothing tone when Samantha let him in. He had a pleasant Midwest twang to his speech.
"Not me, her," she said pointing to Aqua on the floor. The man's face and demeanor changed instantly.
"You got insurance?" he demanded now sounding like he was from Brooklyn.
"Huh?" Aqua replied which meant no. "It's a baby not a car! Duh!"
"Grady," the two EMS techs said in unison. Grady Hospital was the state run facility for the poor and uninsured.
Coincidentally it had the best trauma center in the southeast. Being located in the heart of an extremely violent city, it specialized in gunshot wounds. That's why Trigga was transported there when it was discovered that he had a pulse. He was one of three headshots that day. One was pronounced dead on arrival while he and another man clung to life.
Cameisha had no way of knowing he survived the attack. Once she was alone in the apartment, she made the decision to join him in death. She put the barrel in her own mouth just as Bilal did and pulled the trigger.
"Fuck!" she screamed when it didn't fire. A quick check showed the safety was on. She took it off safety ready to try again when Aqua’s phone buzzed on the dresser. Curiosity got the best of her and she checked the message. It was Dasia saying, “I need some money.”
'What's your address?' Meisha texted back as a new plan formed. She still intended to join Trigga but planned to take a few more people with them.
Chapter 34
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Big Shawn grumbled when he found Cameisha sitting in his living room at 3 am. He didn't bother asking how she got in since her uncle Killa always pulled the same stunt.
"Sorry for the intrusion but...I need that thing. Sampson," she explained with the soft cadence of the condemned.
"Sampson? No! For what?" Shawn shouted at the odd request. "It's not for sale."
"Then I won't buy it," she explained and produced a pistol. "Just say I robbed you. I can shoot you in the ass if you want? You know, to make it more believable."
"That won't be necessary," he assured her and led her into the show room. Cameisha walked straight over to the mannequin and fondled the device.
"Will this thing go through mink?" she wondered.
"Mink? It’ll go through a tank! It's a bomb," he said to the odd question
"Is it...on? You know, ready to go?" Meisha asked hauntingly.
"Uh...yeah. All set, just press the red button." he replied quite unbelievably.
"This one?" she asked as she pressed it. As she expected, nothing happened. Didn't make her a difference since she planned to die anyway. "You sure you don't need me to shoot you in your ass?"
"Your uncle is going to kill me for this," he sighed as he armed the suicide vest. He connected some wires, hit a switch, and backed away gingerly.
"You sure it’s on this time?" she asked grabbing the detonator. The big man dove to the floor and balled up. "I'll take that as a yes."
****
"Ok...so, tell me again what happened?" Detective Walton asked Brice in a calm his comrades knew to be false. The room full of police officers had just watched the security footage from the garage and it didn't match the story he gave. According to the tape, Toshiba died because Brice was a coward. He choked in battle and got his partner killed.
"I um..." he began before being cut off by a vicious backhand slap. Walton snatched him by his collar and yelled inches from his face.
"You fucking coward!" he screamed spewing tobacco flavored saliva in Brice's face. "The prints came back off the murder weapon. Your girlfriend killed a motel clerk in Mississippi. She's a cold blooded killer!"
The rest of the cops present were too sad and angry to intervene. The ass chewing ended up with him being dismissed with a kick in his ass.
"This...girl...is wanted for a double homicide including one of our own. I want her found. Dead or alive; I want her found," he said. The police all nodded in favor of de
ad.
Cameisha was officially public enemy number one. Pictures of her were in every squad car in the city. She was also the top headlines on the nightly news.
****
"Oh Cameisha!" Jackie wailed when she saw her friend’s face splash across her TV screen.
"Isn't that your friend?" Ralph asked in shock
"Shush! Let me hear it!"
'A massive manhunt is on for Cameisha Forrest seen here in surveillance footage. She is wanted in connection with a double homicide including a police officer. She's also wanted in Mississippi on a cold case murder. She's considered armed and extremely dangerous...'
"Damn Meish," Jackie sighed as tears fell from her eyes. No way was she getting out of that one. It was the end of the Dope Girl. She wasn't the only one watching the news who knew her personally.
"See! I knew she was a criminal!" Marisol shouted triumphantly to the other women in the salon. It set off a round of gossip and cackling amongst the old Spanish hens.
"I'll go grab an espresso," El Capitan announced now that he could relax. He had been assigned to round the clock security, but the girl was in too much trouble to be worrying about her. Besides the massage parlor had excellent expresso to go with the blowjobs.
Cameisha smiled as she watched the man she knew to be Mama Salazar’s private security leave the shop. It saved her a bullet because she planned to put one right in his large head. She donned a big blonde wig and stunna shades that covered her face.
No one paid much attention to her as she eased into the shop. She looked around and didn't see her but heard her bitching from the back.
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am," the innocent shampoo clerk said getting chewed out for nothing. The girl heard the click of the switchblade open behind her.
"Sh," Cameisha whispered with a finger to her lips. The girl raised her hands and backed away. She took her place and slipped the blade under her neck. Cameisha could feel the flesh, cartilage, and veins give way as she ran the super sharp blade and cut the woman's throat from ear to big ass ear.
Marisol spun around when she realized what had just happened. She practically strangled herself trying in vain to keep her blood in her veins. It was futile and blood skeeted and spewed between her fingers. Cameisha smiled as they locked eyes. She dropped to her knees then fell on her face. Meisha stepped over her like a puddle and left the shop.
El Capitan walked out of the massage parlor happy and relaxed from his happy ending. It was short lived when he saw the commotion at the beauty salon. He just shook his head woefully when he saw Marisol stretched out. He decided to cut to the chase and removed his gun. He crossed himself and then fired a bullet into his own temple.
Chapter 35
Cameisha crossed the first name off her list and knew the clock had started. She had to rush and kill the next one so she could get back to the main event. Aqua’s phone buzzed with a message from Samantha’s phone but she wasn't interested. She looked at the address once more and tossed it into the back of the truck. All it said was that Trigga was still alive and Aqua had a boy. Cameisha decided that she and Trigga were the Romeo and Juliet of the hood. She was in such a hurry she refused to pull over to use the bathroom. Just peed her pants and kept on driving.
"Damn!" Cameisha said as she pulled into the rundown motel. .Actually it was now just a 'mote' since the L fell off and no one was going to fix it.
She looked on in utter disgust at the sad addicts scurrying around like forest creatures. She looked at the small scar between her thumb and forefinger and remembered the baby possum who gave it to her. It played dead and when she relaxed, it bit her.
A car door opened and caught her attention. A skinny addict stuck her skinny head out and spit a mouthful of thick semen on the asphalt. She got out and looked right through Cameisha then scurried away.
"Dasia?" Cameisha said when it registered who it was. She got out and followed her to the room.
Lisa waved her free hand when Dasia walked in. She had a mouth full of dick and couldn't speak. Two humps later, she had a mouthful of cum. She swallowed in a loud gulp and pushed it away. She scrambled over to Dasia so they could fix their next fix.
"Damn, I shoulda got you!" the trick said as he passed Cameisha in the doorway. The two junkies were so busy cooking the dope they didn't even hear their murderer enter the room.
Meisha watched in horror at what had become of her friend. They frantically fixed up shots in dirty needles to get high. It wasn't until Lisa tied her arm off that she looked up and saw Cameisha.
"What are you doing here? She’s mine! Mine you hear!" Lisa shouted and got shot. Cameisha raised the pistol and fired right into her forehead.
"I'm so happy to see you," Dasia said in the utter exhaustion that is an addict’s existence. It’s a hard life; death would be so much easier. She was pregnant, HIV positive, and had an amazing array of STDs co-existing in her beat up vagina.
"You are?" she asked feeling a tear run down her face.
"Yes. I'm ready to go. I love you Meisha-Meisha," Dasia said and dropped her head.
"I love you too," she replied and raised the gun once more.
****
"Fuck the police, I want her found! Find her and bring her to me," Juan growled as he stood over his mother's casket.
"We'll find her," Manny assured him. No sooner did the words leave his mouth did he look up and see her. He wasn't the only one who spotted her. The blonde wig and shades disguised the face but the pink mink coat was a dead giveaway.
"This bitch has balls! Huge, gorilla, King Kong sized balls!" Detective Walton said as he saw her walking towards the gravesite full of angry Colombians. The security cameras in the salon captured that murder too so they knew she was responsible.
"Yo kill her right there on the spot," Manny ordered.
"Here? Now?" the worker questioned looking at all the police around. It was a kill or be killed order so he had no choice.
"Wait, she's coming here. I want to look in her eyes when she dies," Juan said granting her a brief reprieve.
All eyes watched the swaying mink coat as it neared the entire Salazar clan. When she arrived the shades went up, the mouth smiled, and Juan frowned. He opened his mouth to ask a question but ran out of time. His brain gave the command to run when it registered the detonator but it was too late. The 20 pounds of Simtex growled and grumbled for a millisecond before exploding. The blast vaporized everyone within a 10-foot radius. More died as the nuts, bolts, nails, and screws that packed the device spread out a thousand feet per second.
"Damn that bitch had balls!" Walton repeated himself. He actually clapped his hands proudly at how she took her enemies with her. "That was so gangsta!"
That was the end of the Dope Girl.
The end.
Epilogue
Jackie was absolutely inconsolable at Cameisha’s funeral. The rented preacher did his best to speak over her wails and sobs. It really didn't matter what he was saying since he was lying. First of all, he never met the girl and second she was not the sweet little angel he portrayed her to be; despite looking like one in the picture beside the casket.
Self held his Angel under his arm as she cried a river. Bad Ass wore an angry scowl, mad because there was no one to get revenge on. Cameisha took them all out with her.
Samantha had a million things to say but said nothing. She just stared at the closed casket and wept quietly. Everyone was broken up, except Aqua that is.
She stood there rocking her brand new baby boy with a knowing smirk on the corner of her mouth. A 30 something year old lady escorted a small boy to the casket. They stood there quietly talking to the occupant before turning to leave. They stopped to hug and kiss Aqua before they left as quietly as they came.
"Who was that?" Jackie managed through her tears. She had never seen the woman before but it was obvious that Aqua knew her well.
"Saleria," Aqua replied as if just saying her name explained it. Seeing it didn't register, she expounded. "D
asia’s mom and son."
"Dasia’s mom? Why would she...no! Un uh!” she shouted and looked at the casket. A slow smile spread on her face as it came together. "So...who's that?"
"I’on know?" Aqua said looking at the handsome stranger who arrived. She couldn't answer that since she’d never met Cameron Forrest before. She had heard of him though, err body had heard of the Dope Boy.
****
A blind man walked on the marble floors of the international bank of Brazil. On his arm was a gorgeous woman with short curly hair and sun-bronzed skin. She escorted him to a chair and approached the counter.
"English, Spanish, or Portuguese?" the lovely teller requested ready to accommodate the new customer.
"English please," she said as she presented the numbered bankbooks. "Can you please tell me the balance?"
The woman entered the numbers and tapped into a calculator. Once she had the tally, she looked up and announced, "With accrued interest the total is eight million dollars."
The customer nodded approvingly and made a withdrawal of ten thousand US dollars. The blind man smiled when he heard her heels clicking towards him on the marble and got a whiff of her scent.
"Come on, Trigga, let's go shopping."
"Sure my darling, Cameisha," he said taking her elbow and rubbing her protruding belly.
"No, Cameisha is dead. Call me Tywanna."