Me and My Hittas 4

by Tranay Adams

  “Leave me the fuck alone!” Vayda screamed with tears rolling down her face. She swung her shotgun around and pulled the trigger, blowing out what was left of the broken glass. She swung back around to the bedroom door, hearing it rattle as some one kicked on it. The door broke loose from its hinges and with each kick after, the nightstand was being forced back into the bedroom. Vayda let her shotgun bark twice more, hoping to kill or seriously injure whoever was on the other side of the door. Unbeknownst to her, the barrel of a sniper rifle slid in at the corner of the broken bedroom window.

  “Bitch, drop the gun!” Domino barked. “Drop the gun now!”

  “Fuck you!” Vayda barked back, and gave her shotgun the freedom to reply once again. Still holding onto the sniper rifle, Domino leaned against the house avoiding the buck shots of the 12 gauge.

  Bloom! Bloom!

  The bedroom door rattled again as it was being kicked by a force to be reckoned with. Vayda braced the shotgun against her shoulder and waited for the intruder to come inside, so she could blow his fucking head off. Hearing the crunching of glass at her rear, she swung the shotgun back around to it.

  “Drop the fucking shotgun, before I shoot your stupid ass!” Domino yelled angrily. His face was twisted into a mask of aggravation.

  Vayda wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and sniffled, gripping the shotgun tighter. If she was going to die then she was going to die defending her life and the one growing inside of her.

  “Not a fucking chance, nigga!” she blasted on the window once again.

  Bloom!

  Vayda swung back around with her shotgun ready to stop someone’s heart beat. The bedroom door was almost all of the way open now. She couldn’t see Paybacc, but she could see his shadow on the hallway wall.

  “Redbone, I suggest you give it up. You got about one more round left in that shotty. If you force us to drag this out any longer, when I finally do get my hands on you, we’re going to play doctor. I’m gonna carve that baby outta your belly, then I’m gonna use its umbilical cord to choke you to death with it. You feel me? Don’t be stupid!” his eyebrows arched and his nose scrunched up.

  Vayda sobbed uncontrollably with green snot threatening to drip out of her nose. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She was confused and didn’t know what to do. Both she and her baby’s lives were in jeopardy. The decisions she had to make could forever alter their lives, or make it so that they wouldn’t have one. Vayda didn’t know Paybacc, but from what Gangsta had told her he was one despicable human being. Some of the stories she heard about him could have a person waking up in the middle of the night in cold sweats. One in particular was a recent one where he’d chopped off some kid’s feet and threw them over a powerline like they were a couple of old sneakers. She thought that if he could do that to a kid then he wasn’t past butchering a pregnant woman, especially one that was his enemy’s fiancé.

  Vayda figured that it would be better for her to surrender and take her chances as a hostage. She would willingly go with Paybacc and Domino in hopes of finding a way to escape their clutches later. At least that way she and her baby would have a fighting chance. With one shell left and two guns on her there was no way that she could fight Domino and Paybacc off for much longer. With the threat of losing her baby hovering over her crown of curly hair, Vayda decided to throw in the towel.

  “All right, I give up!” Vayda threw down the shotgun and slowly got to her feet, raising her hands into the air. Paybacc stepped into the bedroom with his banger trained on her, instructing her to get down on her knees with her back to him. She did as he said, and he tucked his banger on his waistline. Paybacc produced a roll of silver duct-tape. He taped up Vayda’s mouth and bounded her wrists. He then pulled a black pillow case from within his duster and pulled it down over her head.

  A few minutes later

  Gangsta, Gouch and Pavielle ran up the steps and entered the house like a hit squad, waving their weapons around. Pavielle called out Vayda’s name as he went from room to room in search of her. He never received a reply. He tactifully entered their bedroom and found the window wide open; a cool breeze blew in and disturbed the curtains. Pavielle ran over to the window and stuck his head out of it. Looking from left to right, he saw that there was no one in sight, so he pulled his head back in and shut the window. He headed back into the living room where he’d left Gangsta and Gouch.

  “They took her, she’s gone.” Pavielle reported to his brother and uncle, regretfully.

  “Was there anything left behind? Like a note or something?” Gangsta asked.

  “No. Nothing like…” the words died in Pavielle throat once he saw Damu strewn out dead; his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. He pulled the stocking cap from off of his head as he approached Damu. He sat down on the floor and laid his sawed-off beside him. Pavielle pulled his dog over into his lap. His eyes became glassy as he gently stroked the beast’s shiny black coat. Damu had been like family to him. The blood that coursed through him may as well have been the blood that coursed through Pavielle, Gouch and Gangsta. Pavielle kissed Damu on top of the head and tears trickled down, raining droplets on the Rottweiler. Gangsta and Gouch stood by with their heads hung; they knew how Pavielle felt about the dog.

  Gangsta looked to the kitchen and saw Nasheed sitting on the floor slumped, marinating in his own blood as red droplets fell from the gaping hole in his forehead. Gangsta shook his head and crossed his heart in the sign of he crucifix.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Beth, Detective Arsenegger’s wife, sat up in bed under the covers with the telephone cradled to her ear. A late night infomercial played on the flat-screen, but the TV was on mute, so she could hear everything that was being said to her over the telephone.

  “We’re fine, everything is OK.” Beth said into the telephone. “What about you?”

  “I’m all right.” Arsenegger told her. “Has anybody come over there to ask you any questions?”

  “A few reporters and journalists, and some detectives.”

  “What did the detectives ask?”

  “A bunch of questions about you, but I denied knowing anything.”

  “Well, listen, I got to go, this call could be being traced. I give you a call sometime tomorrow.”

  “OK. I love you.” Her voice cracked with emotion and she wiped the tears that ran down her pale white cheeks.

  “I love you, too. Tell my little princess the same and give her a kiss for me.”

  They both hung up.

  Beth threw he covers off of her person and hopped out of bed. She journeyed out of her bedroom and down the hallway, still wiping the tears from her eyes. Nearing her daughter’s bedroom, she saw a small light illuminating from it out into the hallway wall. Then there was a gentle voice humming a lullaby. Hearing this caused her forehead to indent and she sped walked toward’s her daughter’s bedroom. She turned the corner into the doorway and her heart dropped. A young Mexican man in a trench coat was sitting on the side of Tonai as she slept, gently sweeping the strands of hair from out of her face. A jovial expression was on his face as he continued to hum the tune as if she wasn’t even there.

  “Who the fuck are you? What’re you doing in my house?” Beth asked with her hand over heart, she thought she was about to have a heart attack.

  “Shhh,” Creeper hushed her with his gun to his lips. “You’ll wake her up. She’s beautiful. She reminds me of my kid sister, Arlene.” He looked back to Tonai and smiled.

  “What do you want from us?” Beth’s voice cracked with emotion and a new set of tears spilled down her face.

  Creeper pulled the covers over Tonai and rose to his feet. He stood facing Beth with his Colt .45 held at his side. “All I want to know is the whereabouts of your husband and we’ll be on our marry way.”

  Beth narrowed her eyes into slits and tilted her head to the side. “We’ll be on our marry way?”

  “Yes, we,” Creeper repeated.

 
; “Oh, my God,” her eyes bugged and she ran out of Tonai’s bedroom, nearly falling. For all she knew the house was crawling with Creeper’s minions. She had to get to the .380 that her husband kept at the back of the closet in a shoebox if she was going to have a chance. She turned the corner through the doorway of her bedroom and ran dead smack into Bullet. He looked down at her with his hazel green eyes and smiled fiendishly, licking his top lip. Beth ran from out of the bedroom and he tripped her up, causing her to hit the floor. Bullet whipped out his Glock .40. He grabbed a lock of Beth’s hair and pulled her to her feet violently, nearly yanking strands of hair from her scalp. She hollered out in pain and he forced her back into Tonai’s bedroom, telling her to shut the fuck up.

  “White bread, if I have to tell you one more time about your mouth, I’m going to let my friend there give you a reason to holler, you hear?” Creeper said with a stern look. His eyebrows were arched and his lips were peeled back in a sneer.

  “Oh, Vanilla,” Bullet said excitedly licking the side of Beth’s face with his long tongue, leaving a wet streak behind.

  Beth closed her eyes and calmed herself down. She nodded and said, “I got it.”

  “Good. Now, tell us where your husband is.” Creeper said to her.

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Be…Beth.”

  “Beth, you don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

  “I’m telling you the truth.”

  Creeper nodded and pointed his Colt .45 at Tonai’s head. “If you don’t tell me where your husband is, I’m going to splatter your little girl’s skull all over this headboard. Now, I don’t wanna do it but you’re forcing my hand. So you make the choice, either your husband or your daughter. It’s all on you.”

  “Fuck you!” Beth spat his way.

  “Fuck me? Nah, puto, fuck you,” Creeper picked up a stuffed animal from beside Tonai. He placed it over her head and pressed his .45 into it to muffle the bark of his gun. He stared Beth dead in her eyes as he slowly began to apply pressure to the trigger. Creeper wore a hard face; if Beth was trying to call his bluff she was going to regret it. Seeing the trigger gradually being pulled back, she panicked.

  “OK, ok, ok!” she hollered, causing Tonai to stir in her sleep.

  Creeper took the stuffed animal from the little girl’s head and tucked his .45 on his waistline.

  “Where is he?” he asked terrified Beth.

  “The address is in my bedroom.”

  “OK. My friend will take you to get it.” Creeper sat back down beside Tonai watching her sleep.

  $$$

  Arsenegger was laying low in a four bedroom house out in Glendale. It was one of three homes that he owned thanks to the blood money he and Ortiz had gotten jacking D-boys and making big time hustlers pay taxes. Over time he’d vasted a small fortune and was able to live far more comfortably than he would have been on a homicide detectives salary. The house was under a deceased friend’s name so he didn’t have to worry about the police kicking down the door looking for him. He was free to sit back, relax, and kick his feet up for a time.

  Running away was was the farthest thing from Arsenegger’s mind; he was going to do just the opposite. He was still going to set the bomb under Black Jesus’car at the Hollywood race track. There was no way he wasn’t going to carry out that hit. He reasoned that his life was already going down the shitter, so what did he have to lose with going ahead with the mission? He wasn’t done with Gangsta and his clan either; he had a cake baking for them. He was just waiting for the perfect time to set it off on them. Once he was done exacting his revenge on his enemies, he was going to get his family and disappear to an island somewhere far off of the coast. They’d assume different aliases, dye their hair, and get plastic surgery so they’d go under the radar. Their friends and family would think that they’d just vanished off of the face of the earth, and that’s exactly how he wanted it. To him it was the only way he could see being able to live the rest of his life in peace.

  Arsenegger sat at the dining room table with his head bowed and his hands clasped saying grace over his meal. The plate before him consisted of a whole lobster, a medium rare T-bone steak and mashed potatos. To drink he had a glass of grape wine, and for dessert he planned on having a slice of cheese cake.

  Wrapping up his prayer, Arsenegger stuffed a cloth inside of his collar. He picked up a fork and a knife and dug into his meal. Once he finished his cheese cake, he plopped down on the couch and cracked open a bottle of beer. He propped his feet upon the coffee-table and watched CSI until began to nod off. Arsenegger turned off the TV and headed up stairs. He took of his Hawaiian shirt and hung it on the back of the door. He was just about to remove his shoulder holster when something crashed through his bedroom window, shattering the glass. He looked to the floor and a brick was there with a note rubber-banded around it. He picked up the brick, removed the note and unfolded it. It read: Bring your punk ass outside!

  Arsenegger crept to the broken window and took a peek outside. In the backyard there was a Mexican dude in a trench coat staring up at him. A light bulb came on inside of Arsenegger’s head. He remembered the young man’s face from the sushi restaurant in West Hollywood. He was with Black Jesus and Gangsta. Having remembered this, he knew he had trouble on his hands so he whipped out his banger from his holster and stormed down the steps. He pulled open the glass sliding doors that lead out into the backyard and stepped out. Creeper stood before him empty handed, glaring at him.

  “You know that young Mexican kid and that girl you shot down? Well, that kid was my younger brother.” Creeper glared up at him with trembling lips, looking like a hostile stray dog. This was the Mexican man that he saw from his window that was dressed in a trench coat.

  “You’re about to join’em!” Arsenegger went to point his banger at Creeper, but the sound of a shotgun being racked caused him to freeze. His eyes darted to their corners; Bullet was there with a shotgun trained on his temple ready to blow his skull apart.

  “Not tonight, homes. You and my homeboy gotta get down.” Bullet told him with one eye closed as he braced the stock of the shotgun against his shoulder.

  “That’s right, I’ma kick your ass, then I’m gonna send you to make peace with your Lord and Savior.” Creeper removed his trench coat and tossed it aside. He kissed the gold Virgin Mary medallion of Puppet’s that hung from his neck and tucked it inside of his shirt. He stretched his limbs and bent his back, preparing to brawl with the snake ass detective.

  Arsenegger tucked his banger back into its holster and tossed it aside. He then pulled off his undershirt leaving himself bear chested. He cracked his knuckles and slid into a fighting stance. “I’m gonna beat you into the fucking ground, boy.” He spat to the ground.

  “We’ll see, pig.” Creeper said behind a hard face, in a fighting stance with his fists in front of him.

  Creeper and Arsenegger engaged each other like a couple of heavy weight fighters, sizing one another up. Arsenegger threw a couple jabs, but he easily dodged them. He waited for Arsenegger to attempt to jab him again and unleashed a three punch combination on the center of his face causing his eyes to water and his face to turn red.

  “Unh huh, I hit hard don’t I, bitch?” Creeper said to him, seeing the pain in his face. Angry, Arsenegger went in for a combination of his own and ended with an upper cut that hit nothing but air. Creeper hit him with a gut punch that knocked the wind out of him and made him clutch his stomach.

  “That’s right, Creeper, fuck’em up, homie!” Bullet egged his homeboy on with the shotgun resting over his shoulder.

  Creeper rained blows on Arsenegger’s exposed face, breaking his nose and making his eyes bloodshot. He landed a hard right into his chin that made him hobble on one leg before eventually falling to the ground.

  “Ooof!” he lay their wincing in pain.

  “It’s exactly what I thought; you aren’t shit without a pistola.” Creeper watched
as Arsenegger slowly attempted to get up from the ground.

  The sound of spinning perpellers filled the air causing Creeper and Bullet look up into the sky. There was a police helicopter headed their way.

  “Go ahead, finish this, punk!” Bullet urged his homie, having seen Arsenegger was back on his feet. His face looked like it had been beaten with some sort of blunt object, but it had only been pounded by Creeper’s fists. Creeper wasn’t that big of a man, but his punches were equivalent to those of a muscle bound three-hundred pound man. Arsenegger looked to be in pretty bad shape. He was standing on wobbily legs and his face was swollen.

  “Come on, tortilla dip!” Arsenegger taunted through busted lips.

  “You got balls, I’ll give you that.” Creeper teetered back and forth from foot to foot, bobbing and weaving Arsenegger’s punches. He closed in, slamming his fists into each side of his ribs, breaking them. He closed the deal with an upper cut that threw his ass off his feet and onto his back. Arsenegger lazily looked around as if he didn’t know where he was.

  “Piece of shit,” Creeper spat on his face as he stood over him. The goo slithered over Arsenegger’s swollen shut eye. Bullet threw Creeper his trench coat and he slipped it on. Turning around he saw Arsenegger pull a .38 special from his ankle holster. He was about to point it at Creeper, but he managed to kick the piece from his hand. “Dirty mothafucka,” Creeper spat heatedly. He whipped his Colt .45 from around his back and was about to blow a hole through Arsenegger’s forehead when he heard a loud crash. He looked to the sliding glass doors and saw the police pouring inside armed to the teeth. Creeper tucked his burner into his back and signaled for Bullet to follow him. Together, they hopped the fence into the neighboring yard and fled the scene.

  The police helicopter shined its bright light upon Arsenegger as he lie on the ground groaning in pain. The police stepped outside surrounding him. One of them snapped the handcuffs around his wrists while another read him his rights.