When You Know It's Real 2: Siah & Nonie

by K. C. Mills

  “That’s not me, Jahari. I know you might—”

  “Man, fuck her. I know that’s your mom, but I mean that. Fuck her, and I know that ain't you, baby girl. If it was, I wouldn't be rocking with you on the real, Kiz. She on some fucked up shit, and I needed to know what was holding you back. I had to see that shit for myself, but I’m good on that now. Here’s what I need you to understand. All that shit she raised you to believe is bullshit. I got you, Kiz and not cause of what’s between your legs. Only thing I need from you is what’s right there.” I reached across the seat and pressed my finger into her chest. “You hold me down, and I’ll hold you down. It’s that simple.”

  Her pretty ass face turned up into a stupid ass smile. “I can do that.”

  I laughed at her goofy ass. “Good, ’cause you didn't have a choice, shorty, but I’m ’bout to drop you off and go handle some things with Siah. After that, I’m coming home and putting a baby in your pretty ass, ’cause on some real shit, I’m not with you because of what’s between your legs, but that shit ain't pushing me away either. Now say some slick shit and your ass might be having twins. Nah, fuck that, triplets.”

  I laughed at myself and Kizzie rolled her eyes. We were gon’ be alright, she just needed time and she could get that. Long as she was under my roof, her pretty ass could have whatever she wanted, and I put my life on that.

  *****

  “Yo, I’m pulling up now. Where you at?” I asked Siah as soon as he answered his line.

  “I should be right behind you cause I’m pulling up too,” he responded, prompting me to look into my rearview mirror.

  Sure enough, he was coming down the long gravel road that led to the abandoned spot we had out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. It housed a crematorium, or rather what we used as one, which was basically an old furnace that was used to power the factory that used to be here. It was the perfect way to get rid of bodies without leaving any evidence, and we took full advantage of it.

  Siah pulled up next to me and I noticed he was talking, so I got out my ride locked up my shit, and then walked to the passenger side of his truck. He hit the locks to let me in and I heard Nonie’s voice.

  “I’m not playing, Siah. I’m already sore, so you can save all that shit you talking.”

  “Damn, Nonie, it's like that. You holding out on my boy?”

  Siah’s dumb ass laughed and Nonie started going in. “Hell yeah, I am. He ain't about to have me all up in the emergency room trying to explain why my organs all up in my chest. I need a break, man.” Nonie fussed, sounding serious as hell. All I could do was laugh.

  “Man, gon’ with that whiny shit. I told your stingy ass if this was all you, then you had better be ready to handle it, ’cause a nigga got needs, Pretty.”

  “You don't have needs, Siah. Your ass got a damn addiction, and I promise I’m on Google right now trying to find your ass a support group.”

  I burst out laughing. “The fuck, Nonie? You tripping, sis, how you gon’ call my man out like that?”

  “No, I’m not. I’m serious as hell.” I could see her face in my head all balled up and serious, and that made me laugh again.

  “Look, I need to go handle something. I’ll deal with you when I got home, man, with your cry baby ass,” Siah said, waving her off like she could actually see him.

  “Whatever, Siah, don't bring your ass home trying to get between my legs ’cause that shit ain't happening.”

  “Man, get off my damn phone before I hang up on your crybaby ass. I wish you would tell me no,” Siah said and then laughed.

  “Bye, Siah. Jock, keep my baby safe, nigga.”

  “Shit, you ain't said nothing but a word. You know I got this nigga. You just be ready for him with he gets home. We ’bout to put some work in, so he gon’ need to unwind when he get there,” I said just to fuck with her.

  “Man, both of y'all tripping.” She hung up and we both laughed.

  “Yo, you must be wearing her ass out. Got her running from the dick.”

  Siah chuckled. “Shit, she wanted this, so now she better figure out how to deal with it.”

  “I feel you, my nigga.” I raised my hand to dap him and he met mine with his.

  “We ready to take a life?” Siah asked, blazing up a fat one and then looking my way.

  “Yo, I been ready. Your ass been the one playing around with it.” I reached for the blunt and he handed it over.

  “Nah, shit just needed to be right. We needed to know what he was up to, so that we could really clean house. Since we know he’s partnered up with Laken, we can take care of shit the right way. We bout to make this nigga suffer, though.

  “You be on some shit with that. Why the fuck you don’t ever want to just fire one and call it a day. You be wanting muthafuckers crying and begging and shit. If I didn't know any better, I’d say your twisted ass was on some shit.”

  Siah chuckled. “Why the fuck you complaining? Your pussy ass can't handle it or something? Let me find you getting soft on me, nigga.”

  “I know you didn't just say that shit. You gon’ fuck around and make me rock the shit out your ass. Ain't shit soft about me right now, but my dick, and that’s only cause Kizzie’s fine ass ain't sitting on it right now. The fuck outta here with that bullshit, nigga.”

  I inhaled and then passed him the blunt I was holding. We had a few before it was time for Royce to show up, so we chilled and let that Kush take us there. Knowing Siah, he was about to be on some crazy ass shit, so I needed my mind to be at ease.

  Siah

  I looked at Royce, who was antsy and nervous as hell. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this nigga was high. His eyes were glossy, and he kept fidgeting, which was starting to annoy the fuck outta me.

  “So what’s this about?” he asked after pulling his phone out of his pocket and checking it for what seemed like the tenth time.

  “Yo, muthafucker, you got somewhere to be? I mean, shit, you keep checking your phone like my time ain't valuable.” I moved my eyes across his face to check his reaction. This nigga was up to something, and whatever it was had him on edge.

  “Nah, man, I’m cool. I know how you are about money, and I’m just waiting for a message from my people to make sure shit is good,” Royce said with a half ass smile.

  I didn't believe that shit because A, this muthafucker didn't have a clue what was going on in his so called territory, we made sure of that, and B, my people knew better than to communicate shit over the phone. Ignorant ass must think I’m stupid.

  “Yeah, aight. We cool then,” I said.

  Jock’s dumb ass laughed, making it hard for me to keep a straight face. “Let’s go,” I said, walking behind Royce as he turned and followed Jock.

  “We need to get rid of somebody and it's someone on your team, so I figured we’d let you in on that shit. You know I can't stand a snake ass muthafucker, so it needs to be handled.”

  Again, Jock’s goofy ass laughed, and I was ready to shoot him for fucking up my vibe. I was trying to stay cool, but he wanted to play and shit.

  “Word, who the fuck is that? I mean, I been keeping close tabs on my people, and I swear I don't think any of them on any bullshit. You sure ’bout that?” Royce asked nervously.

  You’d think it was because he knew that I held my lieutenants responsible for their soldiers’ fuck ups, but a part of me guessed that he knew it was about him and what was about to go down. I noticed him mindlessly reach for his piece that was no longer there because Jock took that shit from him when he arrived.

  He wouldn't have thought much about that because he knew our rules. When we had meetings with our people, Jock and I were the only ones allowed to have heat. I never wanted to be caught in the position where I said some shit that they didn't like and they tried me. I was a bit reckless with my mouth, so anything was possible.

  Jock noticed him reach for it too, so he spoke up. “You good, Royce? You seem a little antsy, nigga.”

  “Nah, I’m stra
ight. Just ready to see who the fuck don't understand the meaning of loyalty.” He laughed a little and then looked over his shoulder, but this time he looked past me like he was expecting someone else to be there.

  When we reached the basement, Jock pushed the door open. “Let's do this shit,” he said with a grin before stepping inside the room, followed my Royce and then me.

  Royce’s whole mood changed when he realized the room was empty. This nigga started sweating on the spot.

  “Where he at?” His voice was nervous and shaky, and I was loving that shit. His fear had me amped.

  “The fuck you mean where he at? You right here, nigga,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest and staring him down.

  Royce backed away from me and held his hands out in front of him before he started rambling. “Come on, Siah. I know you don't think I’m on some disloyal type shit. I mean, I could see how after I blew up about the whole Nonie thing, but we good, Siah. I moved on, and I’m over that shit. She wasn't for a me and I know that, which is why I let it go. We good, Siah. Jock, tell this nigga we good.”

  I couldn't help but laugh at his begging ass. This nigga was weak as fuck, and it pissed me off just thinking that Nonie even dealt with his bitch ass. The only reason why I wasn't sweating it was because she wasn't really into street niggas before she met me, so Royce was her first. She had to start somewhere, and once she realized he wasn't shit and I was real with mine, that was a wrap.

  “Siah, y'all good. You heard that nigga. He’s over it.” Jocks stupid ass looked at me serious as hell until he couldn’t hold in anymore and then he laughed. “Yo, my bad, Royce. I tried, but you know how Siah is when he gets his mind set on something.”

  “You dumb as fuck for that.” I smiled and pointed at Jock, ignoring that fact that Royce was standing in front of me about to piss on himself.

  “Siah, come on, man. This ain't right. I’m not on no fuck shit, I promise, man.”

  “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You are, and I know you are, but let me be clear. This don't have shit to do with Nonie. Whether you let that go or not is irrelevant. After the first time my dick hit the inside of her walls it was a wrap for you. She might have felt sorry for your ass and protected your feelings, but trust me, my nigga, any time she fucked you after that was a sympathy fuck. Not because you were laying shit down.” I chuckled. “Ain't no way you could satisfy her pussy after she fucked with me, but enough to about that. This is about your snake ass trying to set me up. You been sleeping with the enemy, nigga, and that shit right there is what this is about.”

  “I don't know who’s been talking, but I’m not trying to set you up. I wouldn't do that. Why would I do some dumb shit like that? I know you, man. I know who you are, so that would be stupid, Siah.” Royce's eyes moved from me to Jock before he focused on me again.

  “Exactly, which is why I can't quite figure out why you did that shit, but at this point I don't really give a fuck, so here we are,” I said holding my hands up for a brief moment and then reaching behind my back to retrieve my gun.

  Again Royce’s eyes moved to the door and then back to me. “Siah please man, I’m not trying to set you--”

  I shot his ass in the shoulder, causing him to stop talking and yell like a bitch. He grabbed his shoulder and I shot him in the other one.

  “Fuck, man, please don't do this. I’ll leave. I’ll walk away and never come back. Just don't kill me, man.”

  “Yo, man the fuck up, nigga. You did this shit, now deal with the consequences,” Jock yelled. I could tell he was annoyed, and sure enough, he pulled out his gun and shot Royce’s bitch ass in the leg.

  “My bad, Siah. I know this is your shit, but all that crying was fucking with my mental.” Jock mugged Royce hard as fuck and then lowered his gun.

  Now bleeding from both shoulders and one leg, Royce was doubled over on the floor, yelling and crying like a damn bitch. I inhaled and released it slow before I kicked the shit out of him. He flew back until he was stretched out on his back, peering at me and trying to control his emotions.

  “You fucked up, and you know I don't tolerate that shit. So take this like a man and stop all that damn crying and shit. Damn, nigga, do you even have a set of balls?” I asked, pissed off.

  “Fuck you. I got balls and a big ass dick that Nonie used to suck real good.”

  His words made me laugh.

  “That’s it, talk shit nigga. You are making this too fucking easy. ’Bout time you grew a pair.”

  His words didn't mean shit to me. I didn't like it, but I knew he wasn't shit to Nonie. She had a past, and I was man enough to accept that, but trust me, if a new muthafucker came to me saying the same shit, it would be death for both they asses. Royce saying it only fueled my need to make him suffer and made me laugh. I walked over to the corner and found a pile a wood and metal. Lifting a mental pipe, I examined its rusty surface, turning it in my hands before swinging it in the air like a bat.

  Satisfied with my weapon of choice, I walked back over to Royce and kneeled down beside him. “You’re a snake ass nigga, and because of that, I’m about to beat the shit out of you. I’ll make sure your family can afford to bury you, ’cause I do have a heart. Hell, in fact, I might even help plan that shit and hold your mother’s hand while she cries over your bitch ass. Either way, they good, nigga, so don't sweat it. Rest easy muthafucker.”

  “Fuck you, Siah. Stay the fuck away from my people, and I mean that shit,” he yelled.

  I chuckled and stood before I walked over to Jock and handed him my gun. After he had it, I pulled my shirt over my head and then moved back over to Royce. It was time to make him feel some pain.

  *****

  I leaned against the wall, waiting for Jock to finish up with Royce’s body. He was currently shutting down the furnace so that we could head out. I was smoking a fat ass blunt, which I needed after what had just gone down. I called and had some of our people pick up Royce's car so could get rid of it, and now it was time to take my ass home and relax.

  I chuckled to myself, thinking about the fact that Nonie thought that I wasn't getting in her guts when I got there. After the day I just had, she could get that shit out of her head. I needed her in the worst way. I knew she was just talking anyway. Nonie would never tell me no, but I did plan on taking it easy on her. Maybe one or two good nuts and I’d be good.

  “Yo, we ready?” Jock asked, walking over to me. I looked up at him and he was dirty as fuck.

  “How the hell you get that shit all over you?” I asked with a grin.

  “I had to carry his ass in there, nigga. How the fuck you think? You think that shit is funny, you can do it next time.”

  “Nah, I’m good on that. That’s your shit,” I said, passing him my blunt.

  He accepted it, took a long pull and then looked around.

  “Yo, you need some anger management classes or some shit like that. Why the fuck you beat that nigga like that? Look at this place.”

  Jock nodded to the spot where Royce had been. It looked insane, like there had been multiple bodies and not just one.

  I laughed. “Shit, he pissed me off. That’s why.”

  Jock shook his head and started moving. “Let's get outta here. I’m tired as hell and ready to go home and get my ass in the shower.”

  I lifted my body from the wall and followed behind him. “Damn, nigga, can I get my shit back?” I asked, referring to my blunt that he had walked off with.

  “Hell no, you owe me this shit,” he said without looking back at me.

  After we locked up, Jock and I said our goodbyes and rolled out. I called Nonie to let her know I was on my way, and then drove in silence to her house. Killing was like a high to me. I needed to come down off of it before I got to her. The drive and the silence would do that for me. I had gone to Nonie plenty of times after shit like this, but once after taking down multiple bodies, I fucked up and got to her before I was mentally ready. I was so hyped from the kills that I almost put
my hands on her about some dumb shit that we were arguing about. After that, I made sure that never happened again. It fucked me up real bad, and that was a line that I promised I would never cross.

  I was in my head the entire drive, so I didn't notice that I was being followed until I was actually in her driveway and about to get out of my truck. A vehicle pulled up right after me, parking across the street from her house. I reached under my seat and lifted my gun before I actually got out and started moving toward it. The door opened and I’ll be damned if Laken’s ass didn't get out, holding his hands to the sides to show me he wasn't armed.

  I didn't really give a fuck, I kept my piece up, aiming it right at his head.

  “The fuck you doing here, nigga? You seem to have a death wish. I swear on God, I’ll help you out with that shit if you want.” I stopped a few feet away from him. My eyes moved to his car to make sure he was alone, and he was.

  “I don't have a death wish. I’m not here to cause problems, I just want to talk.”

  I chuckled. “Talk? You sound dumb as fuck. I don't have shit to say to you, but my baby here does.” I chambered my first round while keeping my gun aimed at his head. He had fucked up if he thought I wouldn't shoot his ass just ’cause he wasn't holding.

  “Yeah, I thought the same thing until I talked to Haas, but he cleared a lot of shit up for me.”

  “Whatever you and Haas got going on is between you and him. That don't have shit to do with me,” I said.

  “You know I could have killed your ass tonight, but I didn't. I was right there with my shit aimed at your head, and I could have pulled the trigger. I chose not to, though, but trust me, it took everything I had to stop me. See, Royce fucked you. He was trying to team up with me, so he told me where you were going to be and I was right there with the gun in my hand and a clear shot, but I passed.”

  Ain't this a bitch? So that’s who that nigga kept checking for. “Yeah, well you should have cause your lapse in judgment just cost you your life,” I said with a slight laugh.