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by Jerry Jackson


  “Yes, her name is on there. We haven’t been yet though,” replied Nene.

  Terry stayed over a few more hours and at six o’clock she left to go get her daughter from daycare. After she got Keshana, she dropped her friends off, then made it home just in time to help Zay bathe. Terry she sat on the edge of the tub, carefully washing his leg. She was getting bigger by the day and Zay was loving it.

  “Bae, are you gonna tell me what’s really going on?” Terry couldn’t help but to ask.

  Word had travelled that it was a hit on his head, but she didn’t believe it at all. She just wanted to know what was going on with her family. She wanted to better support him. Rather right or wrong, she wanted to be there.

  “Real talk, baby, ain’t no real pressure. Ion know who did what but when and if I find out, best believe you will know first before anybody else, I promise,” Zay assured her.

  “Okay, Zarack, I hear you.” She gave him one of them looks. Then she went into the bathroom to shower before returning to the room to find no Zay. Terry ended up in Keshana’s room, making sure she was good. Then she eased into the den where she heard Zay talking to someone low on the phone. Terry made sure she wasn’t seen but she eased closer so she could hear what was being said.

  “You think Kash had OG knocked off?” Terry heard Zay ask someone. “Man, that nigga tripping.”

  Terry crept off back into her room. She had heard enough to figure out something was going on, with Kash in the middle of it. Terry knew OG well, too. He was one of the west side favorites. Everyone loved OG. So to have him killed was a blow to his family. She wondered what any of this had to do with her man. Why was Zay being so secretive? Terry wanted answers and vowed to get them. As soon as Zay got in bed, she attacked him with question after question.

  “What do you got going on?”

  “What you mean?” Zay got comfortable in bed and looked at his girl who also was sitting up.

  “You heard me, Zarack, don’t continue to lie to me.”

  “Ain’t nun going on, bae, real…”

  “Okay.” Terry she turned to get out of the bed, mad at the answer he gave. She knew he was lying. She knew Zay well. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

  “Baby, where you going? Look, okay, listen, I just don’t want you stressing, that’s all. I got this shit handled,” Zay said.

  “What Kash and OG got to do with you being stabbed or a hit on your head?” she asked.

  “Look, Kash just on some jealous shit ‘cause me and Eric not trying to work for him. So he call himself wanna throw up Gangsta and demand we pay him and Gangsta for being on the streets.”

  “His ass need to pay Gangsta, if anything, for how that boy put him on. Kash ass needs to sit down somewhere.”

  “Exactly,” Zay replied.

  Zay went ahead and opened up to Terry about everything that had happened. She was happy they had that talk and, to her surprise, she wasn’t worried. If anything, she felt like she could talk to Kash. So that night they fell asleep in each other arms, unworried about the wrath of Kash.

  Chapter 15

  When he pulled up to the warehouse, there were two shooters standing out front smoking a blunt in the cool of the night. Monkey and his uncle went inside and strolled further into the area until they found Poonie, his brother, and a tied up Veedo. When Veedo and Monkey made eye contact, Veedo started moving wildly, trying to speak, trying to say something.

  “Take that tape off his mouth,” Monkey ordered.

  “What the fuck this about, my nigga?” Veedo said once the tape was off his mouth.

  “You tell me, V. All I know is Poonie say he saw you having dinner with the Feds, and when you sitting with the police, that tells me you working with them, and that we don’t tolerate at all, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes,” Monkey replied.

  “Talking about Trish? Man, I just met the lady a couple days ago. She told me she was a lawyer, my nigga,” Veedo said confused.

  “She the Feds, nigga, how can you not know?” Poonie cut in. Veedo gave him a death look and then fixed his eyes on Monkey, who in return looked at him. Everybody was trying to read everybody.

  “I guess this hoe lied, my nigga, but I ain’t no rat, no sucka, no none of that. I’ll never sell out, my nigga,” Veedo pleaded.

  “Veedo, my nigga, this some fishy shit,” Monkey spoke back, pacing back and forth, trying to figure his best step. He stopped, turned, and pointed at Veedo. “So you didn’t know the hoe was the cops?” he asked.

  “I promise, I didn’t,” Veedo replied.

  “And you,” Monkey turned and pointed at Poonie, “know for sure she the cops?” he asked Poonie.

  “I’m positive.”

  “Get his phone,” Mario added.

  “You got pics of the hoe?” Monkey wanted to know.

  “Yeah, it’s a few pictures of her in there,” replied Veedo.

  Poonie pulled the phone from Veedo’s pocket and was given the code. He went straight to the photo gallery. He showed the pictures to Monkey, who grabbed the phone, looked, and then pushed the phone towards Veedo, asking, “Is this her?”

  Veedo took one look. “Yeah, she said she was a lawyer and I fucked around and believed that hoe. No lie, my nigga, I don’t fuck with the police,” Veedo stressed.

  “I sho hope not. So look, since you didn’t know, and I can go for that ‘cause that hoe is tough,” Monkey said and looked at the picture. He looked back to Veedo and continued, “Since you don’t fuck with the police, you gotta take her out the game,” Monkey said.

  “Shid, bet,” Veedo replied fast.

  “Call that bitch, get her to come to you,” added Monkey.

  “Nawl, call that bitch and tell her to come here. We bet not let that nigga out our sight,” Mario cut in.

  “You right,” Poonie agreed.

  Then Monkey spoke again. “Okay, call the hoe to meet you here, and kill the bitch. That’s how I’ll know you true to yo shit.”

  Veedo agreed to the terms and made the call to Trish. She was happy to hear from him, like always, and they could hear it in her voice. They talked about five minutes before he asked to see her and said that he had a surprise for her. Trish agreed and took down the address. They hung up with promises to see each other in the next couple hours. Monkey pocketed Veedo’s phone when the call ended.

  “I’m starting to believe you, boy, I ain’t lying.” Monkey shook his head, walking off. His uncle followed him. They walked down the range of the warehouse.

  Poonie and his brother, Mario, stood guard over Veedo, along with another dude who still held his gun down by his side.

  “So what you think nephew?” Monkey’s uncle asked when they were far enough out of ear shot.

  “Ion know, unc. For real, the nigga seem like he really don’t know what’s up with that bitch,” Monkey said. His uncle nodded.

  “Go read their text messages,” his uncle advised.

  Monkey felt that was a good idea so he went through the phone. He checked the date on the first message and saw that they indeed just started talking. He even saw one message where Veedo had asked her where it was she worked, but she never sent a reply.

  “Yeah, you right, unc, look,” Monkey showed him the message.

  “See, I told you. So now what’s the game plan? What you wanna do when this bitch will be here any minute now?”

  As soon as his uncle said those words, something clicked in his head. Monkey headed back to Veedo.

  “Untie him, he good,” Monkey told Poonie, who had a disappointed look on his face.

  “How you know?” Poonie asked.

  “Untie him. Don’t question me,” Monkey shot back. He looked at Veedo and knew that the Fed bitch shouldn’t see his face like this. It wouldn’t be a good idea killing the bitch at the warehouse. She might’ve been wired or anything.

  “Call that hoe and cancel tell her something came up.”

  Veedo couldn’t remember a time when he was ever madder than he was right
then. He wanted to kill every nigga in the room. He felt like he’d beat the shit out of every nigga there. At the same time, Veedo was shocked at the news of Trish being a federal agent. It totally took him for a spin. He couldn’t believe it. But his lips and head had been busted by niggas he rocked with so it had to be some truth somewhere. He was just fucked up because he ran right into his own problem.

  He was the one that stopped her and persuaded her. He was the one caught up in lust and near love with this woman. It was his own fault and he knew that, but he still wanted to choke Monkey the fuck out, and most definitely wanted to watch Poonie and his pussy ass brother Mario die by his hands. The other nigga could get spared. Veedo grabbed his phone.

  He felt violated. He wanted blood for blood, but damn Trish was the Feds. The same type of people he was trying to not get caught up with, he was intertwined with and had feelings for. He dialed her number and let it ring a couple times before she picked up.

  “Hey, I’m right around the corner,” Trish answered.

  “Ah I’m not even at that spot no more, baby girl. I had something that came up with my grandmother, a very important matter. Can we just do breakfast? I’ll explain everything,” Veedo said as calmly as possible in a deadly situation.

  For a moment, Trish said nothing. Then she asked in a concerned tone, “Is everything alright?”

  “Yeah, everything is good, I promise,” Veedo replied.

  “Okay, that’s fine, just call me, I guess,” Trish replied and then ended the call.

  Chapter 16

  When she first pulled into the warehouse, she felt strange. At first she was elated to follow her GPS, but when she got there, things changed. Something didn’t feel right, and then the phone call. Veedo called her as soon as she turned the corner into the warehouse and saw two armed men standing guard at the door. She was confused and quickly agreed.

  Something wasn’t right. Something was going on and it made her a bit fearful being that she could’ve been shot when she rounded that corner at the warehouse. She was lucky the dudes didn’t shoot. She was blessed they didn’t. Trish drove and opened up her laptop. She wanted to pull up the location of the warehouse. She sent the information to personnel to pull up answers. All Trish wanted to see was what was going on.

  Why was it two men standing outside at the address she was given to meet him at? It was a question she wanted answers to, point blank. She ended up at her office, mind in overdrive, when she got the phone call from personnel. The warehouse belonged to a white woman who probably had no idea what was going on at her work place. None of the information was helpful, nothing she could figure out. All Trish could do at this moment was wait on Veedo to make the first move. Shortly after she left her office, she got a call from Veedo. He sounded better than before, but those vibes were still there.

  “Are you okay?” Trish decided to ask him.

  “Yeah.”

  “I was just wondering,” she replied.

  “Oh yeah, shit had happened, but nothing to worry about. What’s up with you?”

  “Nothing much, just leaving the office. So what happened to you?” she pressed for an answer, and wanted it.

  Veedo was hesitant to answer though. He didn’t know what to say but he knew it had to be something said. How would he explain a busted lip and swollen head? He took a deep breath then spoke.

  “I got robbed a few hours ago, beautiful. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to panic in fear and I definitely didn’t want you to think I’m into the wrong shit and stop fucking with me,” Veedo replied with pure intention in his words.

  “Oh my,” was the only thing she could say at the moment. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that. Did they hurt you? Are you okay? What did they take?” she kept asking question after question.

  “Yeah, I’m good, just got roughed up a little bit. But overall, I’m blessed to come out alive. Some young fool judging me off my past and thought I was a come up, I guess,” Veedo told her. And for some reason, she believed him and things started making sense to her why the guys were outside with guns. Now the big question was why did Veedo call her to the warehouse? What did she have to do with it?

  “Okay, that’s good. I’m happy you are safe,” Trish said.

  “So are we still on for breakfast?”

  “How bout dinner tomorrow night?” she shot back. She started to say more but didn’t.

  They continued talking for the next twenty minutes, and then hung up the phone. When she made it home, Trish’s mind was in limbo. She was confused. She didn’t know what to do. So much was happening so fast, it was becoming harder and harder. She had to think her way slowly through this ordeal.

  First things first, she jumped inside the shower. To wash off her actions of today, a shower was needed at that moment. Veedo wouldn’t leave her mind. It was something going on and it worried her because Trish knew deep down she was falling for Veedo and his passion.

  It was always the bad boys that caught her eyes, but what truly captivated her about him was his effort at staying out of the street. Or was he a big lie? She was straight captivated, she couldn’t lie. She was determined to get down to the bottom of this because now her feelings were involved.

  Thirty minutes after the shower, she was propped up on her sofa, on her laptop, looking at still pictures of surveillance on Veedo the past week. Trish saw faces she’d never seen but also recognized one or two of the guys in the photos. Trish faxed the photos to face recognition and waited on the reply. She decided to call her best friend Brit and share the news of what was going on with Veedo just to hear her take on the situation. Brit always was the ear to Trish’s voice and for that she loved her friend. Not even two rings, and her voice embraced he speakers.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, girl, what you doing?” Trish asked, while getting more comfortable on the sofa. She had a quilt tossed over her legs.

  “Nothing much. What’s up? How was work flow? Or did you go?” Brit asked like she always did.

  “No work today. So listen, you remember the dude Veedo right? Of course you do, he’s the one I’m always talking about. Anyways, he called me tonight and asked me to meet him. I agreed and then when I made it to town, he calls and say he’s not there anymore.”

  “Wow.”

  “Brit, but I’m at the given address, right?” Trish paused.

  “Okay,” Brit urged.

  “And it’s two motherfuckers standing outside holding semi-automatic shit. Later, Veedo admitted to bring robbed and what not. All I’m trying to do is figure out what’s going on, girl. Should I believe him or not?”

  “Where was the place?” Brit asked.

  “The fucking warehouse,” Trish told her best friend who laughed before responding.

  “Yeah, that’s a drug deal.”

  “You think? But why would he wanna bring me into what they had going on? Does that make sense to you at all? Not to me, I’m just saying.”

  “Yeah, you might be right. But didn’t you say he didn’t know you was the federal agent?”

  “Yeah, he didn’t know,” Trish added.

  “Well then, he probably thinks you’re some street chick…”

  “He thinks I’m a lawyer,” she cut her friend off before she got started.

  “Oh, okay, well yeah.” Brit paused. “Girl, ion know.”

  Both girls were stuck trying to figure out what was really going on. Trish’s fax machine roared to life and sent a copy to her. She got up with the phone glued to her ear and took the paper. She saw the name and spoke it out loud, “Charles McCants aka Kash.” He was a face she’d never seen.

  Records showed that he was a bad ass growing up. He was twenty-seven years old, standing five feet ten inches, and at least two hundred pounds. His record was full of assault and murder. He’d just recently gotten a reversal deal on a life sentence charge. Trish folded the paper, deciding to dig deeper into this matter later on.

  “I’m confused, Brit,” Tr
ish said, taking her seat again on the sofa. She ran her free hand through her hair, shaking her head side to side.

  “You want company? I’m not doing anything,” Brit asked.

  “I need some sleep. And when I wake up, I hope it’s all a dream ‘cause I can’t deal with this. It’s too much,” replied Trish, They talked a couple more minutes and then got off the phone.

  “We gotta come up with a plan, V. What’s up with this federal bitch? You think she on to us?” Monkey asked. They all were still at the warehouse. Veedo was still heated by their actions and it showed on his face. He really didn’t care to be around them niggas at the given moment. He cared not to speak one word. but he knew he needed to get right before he went to acting up and shit.

  “Ion know. We’ll figure something out. But right now I gotta go clean up and shit,” Veedo said, looking Monkey square in the eyes. He couldn’t hide how pissed he was at these niggas and Monkey saw that.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry ‘bout the situation, but you gotta understand where I’m coming from. With so much fake shit around us, I just…”

  “Bruh, you could’ve stepped to me, my nigga. You tripped out, bruh, real talk though. You let some suckas snatch me up and do me bad, my nigga. Nawl, ion feel that at all, shawty. But like I said, we’ll deal with the fed bitch how it go. I’ve never been a rat, no flaw, my nigga, real Bankhead shit. So yeah, nawl, ion feel you, bruh,” Veedo spoke and walked away from all of them niggas.

  He was past just leaving out of the warehouse. He called his lawyer instantly to ask about him dealing with the feds. Then he called Trish just to butter her up. They spoke briefly, then ended the call while he waited on his baby’s mother to pick him up. It took another fifteen minutes for April to pull up. Monkey took that time to apologize again and again, trying to explain why he made the call. Poonie and his brother didn’t say one word to him as they left the warehouse, jumping into their ride.

  Veedo saw two dead men walking, and one standing before him. He wanted to kill Monkey just because he pulled a hoe call on him. Veedo couldn’t wait till Kash returned. He couldn’t wait to see how he would play about this situation.

 

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