Me and My Hittas 4

by Tranay Adams

  Beth had called the police and gave them her husband’s whereabouts. She’d rather see him alive behind glass then in the ground below a tombstone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Vayda’s wrists were handcuffed above her head around a pipe in the ceiling. Her head was hung and she was standing on her toes to keep from hanging. The house was in ruin and not inhabitable. There were tears in the hardwood floors and large holes in every wall. A rodent scampered across the floor so fast that it was nothing more than a blur in motion. It had almost made it into the gaping hole in the wall until a size ten, navy blue Cortez stomped on it. The attack killed it instantly and caused it to ooze with blood. The Cortez kicked the rodent across the room. It smacked into the wall and hit the floor.

  “All of these mothafucking rats around here, cuz. Goddamn!” Domino scowled and twisted his lips. He continued walking around the room sharpening his bowie knife on a sharpening block. The metal clashing with the block made a reoccurring clinging sound. Once he was done, he sat the block on the mantle of what used to be a fireplace. He poked his index finger with the tip of the knife and drew a dot of blood. He sucked the blood from his finger and looked to Vayda. He walked over to her and grabbed a lock of her hair. He pulled her head back and stared into her eyes. Although her face was slick with tears, her eyes were burning with rage. She gritted her teeth as she locked into a stare with Domino. He traced her face with the knife and allowed the blade to travel over her breasts and onto her round belly.

  “The boy Booby has taste, you’re a bad bitch; pregnant and all.” Domino complimented as his eyes took her in from head to toe, with a sadistic smile stretching his lips. Suddenly, Vayda lunged forth and bit his nose causing him to scream out in pain. He staggered back and touched his nose, coming away with bloody finger tips. He looked up at Vayda and snarled. He hauled off and punched her in the chin, knocking her out cold. The blow left her head hanging and her knees bent as she snored asleep.“Red ass bitch,” He used his shirt to wipe his bleeding nose.

  Paybacc laughed. “That’s what cho ass get, nigga, all in that broad’s face.” He said from the kitchen counter where he sat loading slugs into his Tec-9. Once he finished loading up his tool, he sat it aside and picked up Vayda’s cell phone. “Be quiet, cuz, I’ma ‘bout to call these fools.” He told Domino as he scrolled through the cell looking for Booby’s number. He figured he was the one stored under “Hubby” so he pressed call and held the phone to his ear.

  $$$

  Pavielle, Gouch and Killa Dre sat around the dining room while Gangsta paced the floor back and forth with his hands behind his back. Locked and loaded automatic weapons lay scattered on the table. They all impatiently waited for a very important phone call. Suddenly, a cell phone rang at the center of the dining room table. Its screen lit up and it danced around on the red oak wood table. Everyone froze in place and exchanged glances. Pavielle placed a finger to his lips, signaling them to be quiet while he answered the call. He picked up the cellular and pressed talk. He placed the cell to his ear and said “hello” into it. He listened intently as he scribbled down what he was being told on a Los Angeles Times news paper. Once he was done, he dropped the ink pen and sat back in his chair. He listened to the last of what the caller was telling him before pressing end and sitting the cell phone down on the table. He looked around and noticed that all eyes were on him in anticipation of what he had to say.

  “He wants me at this address.” Pavielle told Gangsta and Gouch, pointing to the address on the news paper he’d written down. “He wants me to come alone. I’ll give him me in exchange for Vayda.”

  “That’s it? That’s the deal?” Gangsta asked. Pavielle nodded.

  “Going wherever this fool wants you to go is like suicide. There is no doubt in my mind that he’s going to kill you.” Gouch stated as he massaged his chin. “Nah, we’ve gotta come up with a plan to get Vayda back.”

  “Gouch is right, Blood. We’ve gotta cook something up, we’re not finna let chu be led into a slaughter like cattle.” Killa Dre chimed in.

  “It’s all on me.” Gangsta said, sitting on the edge of the table with his leg slightly propped upon it.

  “What chu mean?” Gouch asked,frowning and sitting up in his chair.

  “It’s because of me that this cock sucka is alive to wreak havoc on our lives. If I would have pushed this nigga back in the day we wouldn’t have this problem.” Gangsta admitted what he believed was true.

  “That’s bullshit. If it wasn’t Paybacc then it would have been Domino, or one of Nightmare’s other homeboys.” Pavielle told him.

  “Maybe so, but it’s Paybacc that has claimed the throne, so this makes him my responsibility by default.” Gangsta reasoned. He took a deep breath and folded his large arms across his chest. “Y’all fallback and let me handle this. I’ll take care of it.”

  “By yourself?” Gouch shot to his feet with a frown plastered on his face. “No fucking way, unc. Unh unh, I’m not having it. I’m rolling out witchu, and these are accompanying us.” He held up his twin Berettas and rubbed them against one another, causing th guns metal to make their own music.

  “I’m going too; y’all are all of the family that I have, besides moms. It’s ride or die with me.” Killa Dre rose to his feet, picking up one of the automatic weapons from the table.

  “We’re all riding then.” Pavielle grabbed one of the automatic weapons as he stood to his feet.

  Gangsta looked over everyone and grinned. The collective were the spawns of his gangster, and that made him proud. “Alright then.” He nodded and stood to his feet picking up one of the automatic weapons. He approached Pavielle still grinning. Pavielle looked at him like What the fuck are you staring at? Suddenly, Gangsta cracked him in the chin and knocked him out cold. Pavielle lay on the floor snoring like an obese man with a heart problem. Next, Gangsta turned to Gouch and said, “Gucci, drag him into momma’s bedroom and lock the door. I can’t let Booby ride with us. He’s gotta be alive to raise his son.” Gouch nodded. He grabbed Booby under his arms and dragged him into G-momma’s bedroom. He laid him in the bed. While he was getting him situated, Gangsta cracked him across the back of the skull with his weapon, knocking him out cold. He then closed the bedroom door and locked it behind him.

  “I guess it’s just me and you on this mission, huh?” Killa Dre asked, gripping the automatic weapon with both hands.

  “Nah, I need you to babysit.” Gangsta gripped his shoulder. “Watch over my nephews and make sure they’re ok. This nigga Paybacc play the game dirtier than most, so there’s no telling what he has baking in the oven for’em.”

  “But chu are gonna need somebody out there to watch your back.” Killa Dre reasoned. He desperately wanted to tag along to make sure that his big homie was ok.

  “God’s got my back, lil’ homie, God and this four fever.” Gangsta patted the bulge of his waistline where his chrome .45 automatic rested. “This is a O.G call. I don’t need no talk back. Just do like I say. You claim you’re a soldier, right? Well, that’s what soldier’s do, they follow orders. You got me?” Killa Dre nodded. “Alright,” He patted his shoulder.

  $$$

  A gold GT Bentley pulled up alongside the curb outside a condemned house. Gangsta hopped out and grabbed a black briefcase from out of the trunk. He slammed the trunk closed and stepped upon the porch of the condemned house. He knocked on the door. He could hear someone shuffling around before the door was unlocked and pulled open. Paybacc shoved his Tec-9 into his face and peered around both corners of the doorway.

  “Fuck is Booby?” he asked Gangsta, mad dogging his mothafucking ass.

  “He couldn’t make it, but I figured you and I can work something out.”

  Paybacc yanked Gangsta inside and slammed the door behind him. He shoved him against the wall and kicked his legs apart roughly with his foot. He placed the barrel of his Tec-9 to the back of his dome while he gave him a pat down that produced a chrome .45 automatic handgun. Paybacc turne
d Gangsta around and held the .45 automatic in his face with his index and thumb. “What’s up with this?” he asked him of the gun.

  “Did you think I was going to waltz in here butt ass naked? You know how Gs move, be serious now.” Gangsta straighten out his suit and adjusted his tie.

  Paybacc nodded in understanding and tucked Gangsta’s .45 automatic at his back. He looked down at the black briefcase then back up at Gangsta. “What’s in the briefcase?”

  “My proposition, I’ma businesss man,” Gangsta smirked. “There’s one million dollars in cash inside there, notta penny less. All I want you to do is leave me and my family alone and it’s all yours. You go on living your life and we’ll go on living ours.”

  “There’s one million dollars in this briefcase?” Paybacc asked with disbelief, pointing his Tec-9 down at the briefcase. Gangsta nodded. The mountain of muscle narrowed his eyes into slits as he stared at his old enemy. “Bullshit, I open that briefcase and something’s going to explode in my face. You must think I’m stupid. You open that mothafucka up.” He pointed the Tec-9 in the O.G’s face.

  “No problem.” Gangsta said, kneeling down to the briefcase and popping its locks. Paybacc stepped back holding his Tec-9 to his forehead. If he tried anything funny he was going to send some hot shit through his face. Gangsta opened the briefcase and pulled out four bands, holding two in each hand. “See.” He said, laying the bands on the floor. With the hand he used to hold the Tec-9 in, Paybacc motioned for him to back up against the wall. Once the O.G followed orders, Paybacc turned the briefcase around with his foot so it would be facing him. He kept his Tec-9 trained on Gangsta as he went through the bands stacked up inside the briefcase. He’d gotten half way to the bottom before stopping and stacking the bands back inside. A smile emerged on his face having seen he’d come up on an easy million bucks. He locked the briefcase and picked it up by the handle.

  “Alright, you gotta deal, but I want chu to take that bounty off of my head.” Paybacc told him.

  “It’s done.” Gangsta replied, grinning harder now that he’d struck a deal.

  “Get redbone and you can bounce.” He motioned over to Vayda with his Tec-9. He then tossed Gangsta the key to the handcuffs that bounded Vayda.

  When Gangsta saw Vayda hanging from the pipe unconscious, he frowned. “Fuck did you do to her?” he asked.

  “She wouldn’t behave so thehomie knocked her out cold, besides that she’s straight.” Paybacc assured him.

  When Gangsta stood on his toes to unlock Vayda’s handcuffs, he was grabbed by the front of his shirt. Vayda’s mop of curly hair turned up and he met the devious eyes of Domino. Domino grunted as he plunged something into Gangsta’s belly, causing his eyes to bug. Gangsta’s jaw dropped and he felt a seering pain shoot through his belly. He howled in pain as Domino continued to work his bowie knife in and out of his belly, while walking him backwards. Domino yanked his bowie knife out of his victim’s belly, spilling droplets of blood at his feet. Still holding Gangsta by the front of his shirt, he kissed him on the cheek. It was ‘The Kiss of Death’. Gangsta fell flat on his back holding his stomach. He kicked his right-leg as he bawled in excruciation. Domino pulled off the curly wig and tossed it aside. Using the back of his hand, he wiped the lip-stick from his mouth and dropped the bowie knife. He was draped in the clothes that Vayda was wearing when he and Paybacc had abducted her.

  “Life’s a bitch, and then you die.” Paybacc shook his head. He pulled Gangsta’s .45 automatic from around his back and handed it over to Domino. “I’m finna bounce up outta here. Clap old girl and meet me back at the crib so we can divide the spoils.” He said to his homeboy and held up the briefcase.

  Domino took the chrome .45 into his blood stained hands. Once Paybacc had left the house, he walked through the doorway of the master bedroom and opened the closet. Vayda was in the corner of the closet. She was in her bra and panties. Her mouth was gagged and her wrists were bound. Her eyes traveled up from Domino’s Nike Cortez to his cold eyes, they didn’t display any remorse. He wore a solemn expression as he lifted the .45 automatic and aimed it at her skull. Suddenly, his body jerked and his eyes bugged. His lips parted and blood spilled over his chin. He looked down and a long rusted pipe was sticking out of his belly, dripping blood from its sharp end. Domino made to turn around and he was lifted off of his feet, legs dangling in the air. He hollered out as he began to slide back further on the rusty pipe, coating it with his own blood.

  “Rahhhhhh,” Domino threw his face back screaming bloody murder with a wincing face. Reactively, he fired off his .45 automatic into the air, but eventually dropped it.

  Gangsta slung the rusted pipe aside with Domino still impaled on it. He lay on the floor bawling in agony and trying to pull the pipe out of his belly, hands becoming slippery. Gangsta watched as he kicked and squirmed around, trying to pull the pipe from out of his torso. Domino’s movements began to grow slower until they stopped all together. Gangsta pulled the knife that Domino used to stab him with from his waistline and cut Vayda free from her restraints and gag. Once he was done, he sat down on the floor of the closet and laid his head back in the corner, holding his stomach as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

  “Oh, my God, you’re hurt! You’re hurt bad!” Vayda’s forehead creased with worry lines. She’d just moved Gangsta’s hands aside and examining his wounds. “We’ve gotta get chu outta here.” She told him and tried to help him to his feet.

  “No…no…” Gangsta shook his head, wincing. “It’s too late for me…it’s too late.”

  “No, it’s not.” Vayda told him as tears ran down her face. She pulled his cell phone from out of his suit’s jacket and called 9-1-1. She gave them the address where they were and hung up. Gangsta held up a remote control that was attached to the ring on his car keys. “What? What is this?” she asked taking the remote control.

  “Press the button…press the button now!” Gangsta commanded before hanging his head. Vayda tried to wake him up, but he wouldn’t come to. She pressed her ear to his left-breast and heard his heart beat. “Hold on, Gangsta. You’ve got to hold on, we need you.” She told him as she held up his face with both hands. Gangsta eyes were barely open. He mumbled something that was inaudible to Vayda, so she listened closer.

  “OK.” Gangsta said weakly.

  Vayda stood erect and pressed the button on the remote control. She heard a loud explosion and felt the ground quake. Afterwards, she heard car alarms going off in the distance. She stepped out of the closet and walked out onto the front porch. Looking down the street, she saw smoke rising in the air from a far. Hearing screeching tires come to a stop, she turned around. A black Mercedes Benz was in the middle of the street. Pavielle, Gouch and Killa Dre all hopped out with their fingers settled on the triggers of their weapons. Vayda raced down the steps and into his arms. He held her with his free arm as she sobbed.

  “Are you all right?” Pavielle asked her. His forehead wrinkled with concern.

  Vayda nodded and wiped her eyes. “Gangsta’s badly hurt, I called 911 already.”

  “Where is he?” Gouch asked worried.

  “In the house inside of the closet,” She told him.

  “Y’all put them thangs up, if she called the 911. They should be here any minute now, especially with that explosion.” Pavielle stated. He handed his weapon over to Gouch and he stashed all of their weapons inside of the trunk. He tossed the car keys back to Pavielle before he and Killa Dre ran into the ruined house.

  Ambulances and police cars had just pulled upon Pavielle and Vayda. Pavielle looked beyond them and saw more police cars headed their way. He watched as the police passed them up and headed to where the smoke was rising in the air in the distance. He looked into the sky and saw a news helicopter heading into the same direction.

  “It was me that set off that explosion; I think it blew up whatever car Paybacc left here in.” Vayda stood beside her man staring up at the sky.

  “What kind of
car was he driving in? And what color was it?” Pavielle questioned.

  “One of those new Chrysler, it was black on black.” Vayda answered.

  “I’ll be right back.” Pavielle hopped into his whip and resurrected the engine. He pulled off heading into the direction the fire was coming from. Reaching his destination, he saw that it was surrounded by police cars. An ambulance and a coroners van were also present. By- standers stood behind police barricades watching the coroners at work. Pavielle hopped out of his whip and ran over to one of the barricades. His eyes peered through the smoke trying to see if he saw a Chrysler 300 that had been wrecked by an explosion. He didn’t see one. He saw something under a white sheet. He looked around to see if any of the police officers were watching him and they weren’t. They were all occupied with keeping the bystanders at bay.

  Pavielle hopped the barricade and ran over to whatever was hid under the white sheet. He drew the sheet back and exposed a body burned to a crisp. Upon further inspection, it dawned on him that it wasn’t Paybacc. The person at his feet was much smaller in frame. Pavielle looked beside the body and there was the remains of a bicycle which was also burned back.

  “Fuck!” Pavielle cursed and let the sheet fall back over the burned body.

  “Aye, get your ass back over the barricade! This is police business!” an officer shouted and pointed at Pavielle. The young kingpin hopped back over the barricade and disappeared into the crowd of bystanders.

  Flashback

  Paybacc laughed as he pushed his Chrysler 300 through the streets, guiding it with one hand and using the other to take a band out of the briefcase. He thumbed through the bills, watching the corners of the money move like a stop motion comic book.

  Boof! Sssssssss!

  “Fuck!” Paybacc cursed hating to hear that familiar sound. He’d just blown out his tire. Paybacc pulled over to the curb and hopped out. A man on a bicycle had just stopped on the sidewalk, eyeballing the flat tire which was on the driver side.