We talked about my fashion designs. We just talked about me. Chuey seems to really care about me. So for two hours I didn’t think about Janyca being Lorenzo’s fiancée or the fact that I murdered her and her baby. I just laid in Chuey’s arms and allowed him to love me, with his words, with the interest in his eyes, with the way he held me close. Then Chuey was wiping down the house, and said he’d go find somebody to pin Janyca’s death on. That would be a problem tho. Damn, just figured that. Anyway even though we didn’t take it too far, I told Lorenzo, just to see what he would think about his hoe being dead.
A little while ago, me and Chuey had went upstairs and changed the sheets, he had said to make sure Lorenzo’s DNA was no longer in the house.
Come to think of it, I don’t know how Chuey got into motion so quickly. And the nigga used all those technical terms… I remember back to when he said he went to school for political science. But figuring that shouldn’t matter right now, I decide to send Chuey a quick text as Lorenzo continues from the living room. I know Chuey’s car is gone, but we had decided not to hide Janyca’s body. He said he’d go find someone to pin this on. If he’s out getting DNA from another dude to tie to Janyca’s death, he needs to stay gone a while longer.
“Aye!” Lorenzo yells.
I'm uncomfortable standing in the living room where it seemed like Chuey made love to my mind.
“Aye,” Lorenzo yells again, “Rocky, this bitch got two slugs in the head!”
“What?” I snap as Lorenzo comes from down the hall.
“You said you shot her in the stomach.”
“I… I did!” First, I'm confused. I had only shot this hoe in the tummy.
“Aye Rocky?” Lorenzo steps up to me, for the first time looking as if he cares, but still serious asking, “What happened, baby?”
“I killed her. I was scared,” I stutter. “Bae, I love you so much that I vow to put down any bitch that fucks with you!”
He just stares at me. At this very moment I know how much Lorenzo loved Janyca. The look in Lorenzo’s dark stormy eyes is as if he would… damn, would he miss Janyca? That has me proud she’s dead. So I snap, “Lorenzo, you can hoe around all you want nigga. But just like you said I'm yours. Well, yo’ ass belongs to me too, Lorenzo!” I want to cry, break down on the floor, stop breathing, as I shout, “Any bitch that touch you is dead!”
Lorenzo just stares at me.
God, he did love her!
When I get home, I turn on the shower in our large master bathroom and call Chuey. “Um…” I begin, leaning against the marble countertop. I wonder how to tell him that Janyca had two more shots in the forehead.
“Don’t worry, Rocky. I saw you and Lorenzo coming. After y’all left, I made sure you both didn’t have any signs of being there. Everything is dealt with.”
“But… she was shot a …”
“The bitch died execution style, Rocky. That shot to the stomach ain’t mean shit,” he tells me. Chuey sounds so mechanical that my body begins to shake even more.
“But I only shot her once in the tummy. So I didn’t…” My eyes tear up. Mind you, at this point, I’m so into my fucking emotions that I don’t even realize Chuey was chatting me up while Janyca lay dying. Soon as I shot the bitch I ran straight outside, never did check to see if she was dead. Now all I can think is this woman suffered... For hours as me and Chuey held each other on that fur bear rug, Janyca lay in a puddle of blood.
The weirdness of it all fazes away as I reminisce on how Lorenzo had forced me back over to Janyca’s house a little while ago like she was his everything. I’m pissed, and snap, “So you wasn't gon’ tell me that I didn't murk that bitch?”
“Maybe I wanted you to simmer in that guilt. Just for a little while, Rocky. So yes, I would have told you eventually. You’re trying to make moves that ain't you, ma.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nah, I love you. So I always keep it real.”
“Whateva.”
“You love me too. Just admit it,” Chuey begins to remind me of how my lips taste, my breast my skin. He says my pussy had the aroma of papayas but will patiently wait till he can get a taste of that too.
“Like I said,” I start whispering even though the shower is loud. “You have me feeling some type of way. But not as much as you want me too.”
“I can live with that.” He sounds as if he’s smiling.
“Man, you think I’ma come around one day?” I shake my head, remembering that was in our intimate conversation as we lay on Janyca’s fur rug in the middle of the living room. Chuey’s fingers entwined with mine as he let me know one day would be about me and him. “You think I’ma be all about you?”
“Like I said, Rockwell, I can wait.”
I laugh him off, saying, “I have kids and a man that I will not live without.” I pause at that, remembering the way I told Renzo that I will not let him go. He’s been saying that shit to me for years, and I finally let that nigga know there’d be murder to pay for any hoe trying to take him. I will burn a bitch. All these tricks. Dang, it’s actually true that I would kill for Lorenzo, even if Janyca didn’t die by one shot. “Listen, we could never be together.”
“I can wait.”
“For forever?” I ask, stripping down for the shower and taking a quick glance at the bathroom door.
“Yeah ma. Sometimes forever ain't that far away...”
Maybe I shoulda listened to this nigga’s tone when he said it. Like he meant it. This muthafucka knew the future, no doubt. Nah, I cleared all our recent convos.
After a hot steamy shower, I got in bed. Lorenzo fucked me like he loved me. Then the dreams came. Really bad ones. I haven't had them for a while, but this time instead of my mommy its Janyca and I don't care. It scares me that I don't give a fuck. Because no matter what, if I had to do it again, I’d shoot the bitch in the stomach just like before, and then empty the clip on her ass. Any hoe step to my man can get it.
My body springs up, and I take a deep breath.
“Ya moms?” Lorenzo asks, groggily.
“Yeah. I lie.”
Lorenzo begins to kiss me. His lips travel down my neck and to my breast so he can love me so much more.
I sleep so good in our lovemaking and wake up the next morning with Lorenzo by my side. Silently, I thank God for this moment with him and that Chuey handled the whole Janyca fiasco without Lorenzo ever knowing. It’s been a week since I’ve woken in his arms and I missed him badly.
“What?” I smile noticing this nigga staring at me. “How long you been acting like a creeper?”
“Creeper? Boujie baby,” he shakes his head. “I'm just in love with you ma. So you on? Killing muthafuckas and shit? You my right hand now.”
“Boy, what you talking about?” I turn on my pillow.
“You'll murk a bitch for me?” Lorenzo asks, as if he’s pleased with himself.
“Damn right. Lorenzo you mine,” is my reply. My nigga actually is in good spirits today. Not all torn up like he was after seeing Janyca’s body. I think he likes the fact that I murdered that bitch.
“That's what I'm talking about.” Lorenzo grabs something from the side stand table, and gives me that cocky smile that had me from day one. “Remember this?”
Smiling from ear to ear I sit up in bed as he hands me an apple ring pop. I start working at the package. “Hey, nigga, that’s not fair. I distinctively remember, you always used to open them for me.”
“Scary Kid, you would always lick ya lips like you was ready to suck my dick so...” Lorenzo starts to get up from the bed, and my eyes go straight to his sexy abs making me lick my lips.
“Rocky, like I said from jump. I was thirteen. You was twelve. I said you would always be mine.”
“Yes baby,” I'm still working at the wrapper. Haven't had candy in a cool minute.
“Look at me, fatso.”
“Mutha... Mutha...” I stop trying to open the ring pop wrapper, and my mouth won’t even form to cuss my nigga out
for calling me ‘fatso.’ My hand goes out as I stare at my ring finger. This dude had me pushing weight in my sleep! The engagement ring is huge and sparkles like Las Vegas on a warm summer night.
“Lorenzo!” I look back over and this dude is on his knee.
“Mommi, you already mine so say it.”
“Nigga ask!”
“Marry m–”
I jump on him, kissing and hugging. For a second I stare at the ring. Is this what he was gon’ give Janyca? The ring box that trick had been walking too. Nah, can't be. At least my heart hopes so…
Chapter 91
CHUEY
One day my big cuzzo is doing Rockwell dirty as fuck then the next day, there are white folding chairs overlooking the cliff of his mansion. It’s only been a few weeks since they laid Antonietta to rest. Am I the only muthafucka still in mourning? Exotic peach flowers are all around the back terrace, and I’m standing in a fucking tux as one of Lorenzo’s groomsmen. He made Popeye his best man. Good choice.
I step back toward the mansion as staff members start decorating on the white linen tables at the side of the house. Slip into one of the doors, and make my way up to the master suite. I can hear laughter and chatter amongst the ladies.
Lorenzo Junior and Phillip are in white penguin suits, running around the top of the stairs.
“Sup Chuey,” they say running down the hall. I nod their way. When Lorenza comes out of a room, in a puffy flower girl dress, I stop my younger cousin.
“I need a favor, mi bonita.”
“Yes,” she nods.
I whisper in her ear and give her a few gold chocolate. Then go into one of the guest bedrooms in the farthest corner to wait.
“Go in here Lorenza…?” Rockwell asks, entering the room. Her face is flawless, was before the makeup, and even now with dramatic shimmery eye stuff. She’s in a fluffy robe looking pampered. Golden skin all glowing, but her smile is even brighter. Then she closes the door and looks at me. “Chuey, what are you doing? Why did you have Lorenza sneak me in here?”
“Why you marrying that nigga?” I ask. “It wasn’t even a month ago since that ring belonged to Janyca.”
Rocky gives this sad look and shakes her head. “Okay, I see you wanna take it there. It’s evident how much I love Lorenzo, Chuey. Just go find yourself another chick to fuck with.”
I step closer to her, Rocky turns her head. “Ain’t kissing you on my wedding day, Chuey. And you’re never going to get the cookie. Got that?”
“Nah, I don’t fucking got that. This shit ain’t about the pussy, ma. But I want you so bad, believe that. Rocky, I know you love me and you want to be with me,” I whisper harshly.
“Rockwell,” Elisha calls from down the hall. We can hear doors opening and closing. As she continues to call out and look for what I was hoping would be a runaway bride.
“We’ve had fun, Chuey. You’ve been a good friend to me. And I could never thank you for getting Janyca off my hands.” She kisses my cheek. I reach over and lock the door, pinning Rockwell in the middle with nowhere to go.
“Rockwell, I love you more than anything,” I begin, at a loss for words.
Rocky sighs, being so close, her soft minty breath tickles my neck. I reach over to kiss her again, just how I did when we were at Janyca’s house. Touching her body, going as far as I could. Even though in Rockwell’s mind since we didn’t smash, it wasn’t too much. But I’m so fucking gone off this girl.
“Chuey please,” she turns her head away from me. “We’ve been toeing the line, Chuey. Almost to the point of no return. But I can’t hurt Lorenzo anymore than what we’ve done. No more.”
“If Lorenzo was...” Damn can’t say dead, and Rockwell would cry if I said left her, so I just stop.
Rockwell jumps as Elisha jiggles on the door.
“Chuey, I love you, just lemme go,” she murmurs. I don’t believe the words, but just hearing them means everything to me. I step back.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then turns to slip out the room.
“Coming,” I hear Rockwell say as she walks back down the hall, talking about misplacing something.
I’ve been through set ups and fail downs all my life. Always been the good dude. Now I can’t wait till my associates, Hernandez and Emerald, are ready.
Chapter 92
BLU.
The wedding was gorgeous. People were talking about it for weeks. Even when we laid Toi down to rest. My baby sister’s funeral wasn’t the dark day that I expected since Lorenzo and Rocky had been engaged. It seemed their proposal even got through to my moms while going over the last minute details of Toi’s death. Which is a good thing. We Colombianas like to pay respects to the dead as if they were living. The funeral was elaborate, the following wedding was a dream. There couldn’t be enough photos. Each picture captured how much my big bro loved Rocky. How much she loved him. That’s the type of hood love I’m so proud to have with my nigga.
So Popeye and me even went on a sort of “honeymoon.” Not with my brah and bestie, hell nah. But the wedding had put hundreds of people in attendance in some type of love trance.
Moms and Miguel watched all the kids tho, while we were away.
“Popeye, I could live here forever,” I say as we chill at a beach villa in south Colombia. I’m in a purple string bikini, sipping on a margarita, and Popeye has on swim shorts, drinking gin and juice. It’s been just the two of us for days. I was so proud of my bro and my bestie that I am 100% that I haven’t been talking smack for the past week. Then Lorenzo and Popeye drop this bomb about one last run.
“If it keeps me from hearing any lip, then I will grant that wish,” he says, reaching over to kiss me. I pause as my chest begins to feel heavy.
“Sup, boo?” Popeye looks worried.
“Nothing…” I shrug off that feeling and let my hand slip down Popeye’s abs and past his waistband.
~~~
Three days later…
“Right now? I mean my brah just came back from his honeymoon. Me and you are tight,” I start to push Popeye’s duffel bag onto the floor. I want to set it off in this mofo, but everything has been perfect.
Popeye walks back and forth putting shoes and burners in his duffel bag. “Yeah ma. I’ma make enough for us to be good. Won’t be no more going back, Blu.”
I nod. We don't have to be rich. Shit, I was on my phone calculating how much we needed to be straight as we had drove back from our own vacation the other day. Popeye doesn't need to do this work. We both want to stay as far from the drug trade as we can. So this one last move is to fatten our wallets and help Lorenzo. He had said something about his connect starting to have issues, but I think it had something to do with the bitch Rockwell had said she was going to see when she took my burner. Matter fact, don’t even know what became of that.
My chest begins to hurt again, but I push through it by making sure my dude has enough clean socks to go into his duffel bag.
Then we step over to the main house. Moms has been even revitalized by the wedding. Hell, she was the one to suggest us to drive down the coast right after Rocky and Lorenzo left to vacation in Africa. I figured sneaking Miguel over would be easier, especially since all my sisters, my son and Junior like the guy.
Soon as we step into the main kitchen, Moms singing an old Spanish love song, and cooking a breakfast feast before Lorenzo hits the road. And all my little sisters are too.
“Where’s Miguel?” I put her on blast, but the lovebirds are still upstairs.
“Where’s your plate, Blu?” my moms jokes, trying to take the one I just grabbed from the counter. As if I don’t get no food.
All the kids laugh at me as I plead to be fed. Lorenza even looks like she’s about to snatch one of the other kids pancakes. Dang, I know she acting just like my cuzzo, Chuey, does. But he’s been gone since the wedding. Prolly hanging out with Sean, since his brother finally came home with one of his Illinois baby mama’s.
“Since Chuey and Sean are here,
are they going too?” I ask, folding my arms. I know Popeye and Lorenzo won’t be the only muthafuckas stuck with such a large shipment.
“Sean is back in Hoover already,” Rita says.
“And Chuey?” I look back and forth from my moms to Popeye, still waiting for the lovebirds to come downstairs. Maybe I need to bang on Lorenzo too for doing all the active work for Santiago.
“Mayté has been sick, Blu,” Moms gives me that look. Since I want my moms to keep her good mood, my gums stay clamped as Popeye goes to make his plate.
Swoosh, the air goes past my lungs again. At least I think I’m trying to breathe. But each time I take a deep breath, the air doesn’t seem to want to fill up my lungs. It’s just coming less and less.
“Blu, what's wrong?” Popeye comes to ask me.
“I just... I don't want y'all to go–”
Chapter 93
POPEYE.
I'm sitting in the ER mean mugging the nurses. These stupid broads won't tell me anything about Blu's condition.
Lorenzo pats my back, “My baby sister is a muthafuckin’ beast Popeye. Don't bitch up.”
I take a deep breath and rub my hands together. They had wanted Blu to take another HIV test in three months. Damn ,it's been over that time. She had refused so y’all know how that goes.
Finally, Rita comes from the double doors. One of the nurses was going to give her an update but she's been gone so long.
Rockwell comes up to her first and hugs her. Damn, lil’ Rocky make a nigga wanna cry as she holds Rita, looking all dramatic. I get up like there's led in my legs.
“What's up?”
We all huddle together as Rita says that Blu has walking pneumonia.
Chapter 94
ROCKWELL.
It was an unspoken word that the dudes would cancel the shipment... at least us Medina women thought. Even though Lorenzo had already told Popeye how important this was, especially since we just came back from our honeymoon. Janyca’s father had already made the deal for them to leave tomorrow morning some time ago. His mourning her death couldn’t cancel the drop of so much pure cocaine, that it was ridiculous.
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