by Tranay Adams
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He snickered with a balled up face and a wicked smile.
Boom! Went the first door. Boom! Went the second. Boom! Sounded the third and fourth.
“Ah, the fifth and final door, I wonder if you’re behind it. We shall see.” He said with his hands planted firmly against the door. The side of his face pressed against it as he listened closely. He licked his lips and found his dick nudging his zipper. He was so excited his member grew hard.
Chevy sat propped upon the commode with a weakened Faison in her arms, their feet up on the wall. She took a good hold of his chain, the one that was passed down to him from his great grandfather. She looked from the chain to the stall’s door. Making up her mind on what she had to do, she kissed her man on the side of the head.
“Lil’ pig, lil’ pig, let me in.” He stepped back, placing one hand firmly against the wall and coiling his leg about to kick in the stall’s door.
Boom!
The end stall flew open and Chevy slid out twirling Faison’s chain around in circles, the end of it was a blur. It whistled loudly and spun like a helicopter propeller. Her head was tilted and she was staring up at Tiaz wickedly, jaws so tight that they pulsated. Her teeth were clenched and her chin was wrinkled, she was ready to get it in. Tiaz took a step back, but kept his blade extended. If that chain was to hit his head, it would crack his skull open, maybe even kill his ass. He had to be careful, quick and calculated if he wanted to body her and get to Faison.
“You wanna play with me, bitch? Come on then, I’m game.” He maneuvered the scalpel between his fingers like it was a coin.
“Let’s get it on then, bitch-boy.” She countered, moving counterclockwise with her rival. They were locked into a very intense stare. Neither one of them blinking or flinching. The wrong move could put either one of them in a bad way.
Whook! Whook!
Tiaz swung the scalpel back and forth causing Chevy to jump back, but she kept the chain spinning. When he pulled back she swung it at his head, he bobbed, weaved and leaned all of the way back. His spine bent like he was playing Limbo. His eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open seeing the chain miss the tip of his nose by a half an inch. When the chain drew back he came up and staggered back, quickly regaining his equilibrium. He touched his nose and looked at it, thinking he’d see blood, but he didn’t. He flipped the surgical blade over in his palm and gripped it firmly.
“Yeeaahh, come on.” His forehead deepened with lines and his nose wrinkled, while his tongue pierced his lips and he slid it across his top row of teeth. Adrenaline pumping, like it always did when he was in the face of danger, his blood was rushing furiously, his pulse was thumping rapidly, and fat veins were on his temples and forehead.
They circled each another counterclockwise, weapons brandished and ready to go. They were locked into the other’s gaze, intensity at its all time high. The combatants were ready to lock ass and draw blood. Chevy swung the chain fast and sharply, he moved swiftly barely managing to dodge the lethal weapon. “Arghhh!” His face tightened with pain, feeling the sting of the chain strike his elbow. It hurt like hell.
“Uh huh.” Chevy smiled triumphantly and licked her lips, feeling herself having injured her enemy. From there she went at him swinging the chain wildly trying to tear his fucking head off of his shoulders.
Chevy was enraged from all of the shit Tiaz had put her through. The lies, the cheating, the deceit, the broken promises, he’d hurt her to the core of her being. His selfishness pierced her heart and soul like a harpoon. She wanted to hurt, maim, and kill him, right here and right now.
Whook! Whook! Whook! Whook!
Tiaz wore a face of concentration as he dodged the chain, with it barely missing him. When she brought the chain back, he made his move, jabbing at her chest and torso. Her face tightened feeling the scalpel poking up her middle, small red spots quickly expanded. She staggered back and almost fell. Righting herself, she found the thug about to swipe her jugular with the blade. Refocusing, she swung the chain and knocked the weapon from his hand, sending it flying across the restroom.
Tiaz looked to his naked palm then back at his enemy. She was about to attack him again, but before she could bring the chain around, he kicked her in the chest. The impact sent her slamming up against the tiled wall, wincing when she bumped her head. Chevy dropped the chain to the floor and slid down the wall, leaving a red streak. She moaned, barely conscious, and felt the stinging at the back of her skull. The blonde bombshell lay slumped up against the wall with her legs separated in a V.
Tiaz’ head whipped all around the restroom looking for the scalpel. Seeing a twinkle at the far corner, he smiled and stalked over. He picked up the surgical tool then turned around to a discombobulated Chevy, gripping the blade so tight that his hands turned white at the knuckles. Reaching her, he outstretched his hand to grab her by the hair and slice her fucking throat open. He’d just pulled her head back to open her up when a shrill came from his left. Faison tackled him and he slammed up against the restroom mirror. His head bumped into the glass, cracking it into a spider’s web. The roughneck’s face balled up and he dropped his weapon in the neighboring sink.
“Bitch ass nigga, put cho hands on mine!”
Wap! Wop! Wamp! Bwhack! Crack!
Tiaz’ head whipped from left to right while he staggered back. That nigga Faison was throwing haymakers on his big, buff ass. He was weakened from his wounds, but seeing his lady in trouble ignited a fire inside of him.
The husky man went to throw another right and it was blocked by Tiaz’ arm. Faison came back with a right cross and followed up, with several bone rattling blows to the thug’s face backing him up. Once he kicked his adversary in the chest and he stumbled backwards, he tackled him hard. They slammed up against the tiled wall, denting it and cracking it into what appeared to be a million pieces. Faison squeezed his eyes shut and squared his jaws from the excruciation in his back and head. He quickly shook off his lingering pain and tackled Tiaz to the floor.
They rolled over on the linoleum, hands wrapped around each other’s necks, trying to choke the life out of each other. Faison ended up on top squeezing his foe’s neck as hard as he could with a face masked by hatred.
Cock sucka, put me in the hospital! Stole my woman, had my son slinging crack, murdered my family, and blinded my sister for life! I’mma kill you, you mothafucka!
Veins rolled up Faison’s forehead as well as his opponents. These big ass niggaz struggled for power and Faison seemed to be holding his own even with his injuries. That was until Tiaz snatched his hands from his neck and stabbed his fingers into his bandaged wounds.
“Aaarrr!” The coke peddler threw his head back and his eyelids snapped open. His mouth stretched wide enough to see his uvula when he screamed. Tiaz’ fingers sunk into the holes of his gunshots, expanding the blood in the bandages wrapped around his torso.
“Shit hurt, don’t it?” He gritted with arched eyebrows. “Uhhunh.” He then grabbed the collar of his gown and pulled him down while throwing his forehead upward. Bwhrack! Faison’s eyes rolled to their whites and a reddened line encircled his nose, as it was broken, running red streams. He released the grip on his foe’s neck and fell off to the side, moaning in pain as his eyes flickered whiteness.
Tiaz scrambled to his feet breathing hard and looking at a defeated Faison. Turning around to the row of sinks, his eyes searched them until he found his scalpel. He recovered it and straddled the husky man. He wrapped both of his hands around the surgical tool and raised it above his head, staring down at his opponent with madness in his pupils. His head shook slightly as he clenched his jaws, the bone structure in them shown.
Chevy’s head bobbled and her eyes fluttered open. Her vision came into place and she saw Tiaz about to murder her man. She was stiff at that moment, but seemed to come alive seeing her son’s father in danger.
“Noooo!” She outstretched her hand, making to get up, but it was too late.
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“Lights out, big man!” The scalpel gleamed at its razor sharp tip under the restroom’s light. Tiaz moved swiftly to stab it into Faison’s heart.
Boom!
Tiaz’ head snapped up as the restroom door swung open and two police officers poured inside, dispatcher rattling off on the radio transceivers on their shoulders. They had their guns drawn on him, fingers settled on their triggers ready to leave him holier than a weak alibi.
“Drop the weapon and put your hands behind your head!” One of the Caucasian cops yelled, veins visible on his temples as he turned red in the face from yelling. Hands still held above his head clutching the scalpel, Tiaz looked down at Faison to the cops trying to make up his mind on whether to force their hands or not.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, you know that?” he told Faison and dropped the blade, placing his hands behind his head.
I guess the fat woman has sung, huh? A nigga got snatched up by One Time right before I could finish these bastards. Damn. He shook his head regretfully, hating having been caught. I had three more niggaz to take out before Threat could finally rest in peace. Fuck it though. It’s alright, my name still good in the streets. I can call in a couple of favors and have these bitches whacked out from behind the wall.
One of the cops kept his gun trained on Tiaz, while the other ordered him in a position so that he could handcuff him. Chevy scrambled over to Faison lifting his head off of the floor and peeling back his eyelids to see if he was still alive. His moans of pain were confirmation enough for her. She kissed his cheek and pressed the side of her face up against his, mashing them together.
“Thank God you’re alive, baby.” She sighed with relief and looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you, Lord, for having mercy.” She kissed him again and held her face up against his lovingly. Tears pooled in her eyes and came pouring down her cheeks in buckets. The moment before was so intense that she didn’t know what would have happened if the police hadn’t shown up. For the first time in her life she was actually happy to see The Boys in Blue.
Tiaz stared down at the couple with murderous thoughts running through his mental as he was pulled to his feet and read his Miranda rights. Chevy’s eyes darkened and she stood up holding his angered gaze. Intensity passed between them for a time before she hauled off and cracked him in the mouth, whipping his head around.
I can’t believe I ever loved his ass!
When Tiaz turned back around to her, he had a mouth pooled with blood and his lips were partially red. He cracked a smile and swallowed, licking his lips. “Taste almost as sweet as your pussy.” He laughed as he was ushered away by one of the officers. The other stayed behind to attend to Faison and ask Chevy questions.
Finally the mad man’s reign of terror was over.
***
Ta’shauna stood completely still as Herby slipped a white bulletproof Kevlar vest over her head.
“Hold your arms up for me, Doll Face.” She did like he ordered and he strapped the vest down under her arms. He kneeled down and strapped it down around her waist. “There we go.” He stood erect, adjusting the vest making sure that it would hold up against her frame. “Yep, nice and snug like a bug in a rug.” He passed her a gray hoodie and she slipped it on over her head.
“Alright, ya ready to go?” Herby asked, sticking his gun into the holster underneath his arm.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” She took his hand and he snapped a handcuff on her wrist, her brows wrinkled, turning her head in his direction, her expression reading ‘What the fuck are you doing?’
“Relax.” He threw up a hand to put her at ease. “This is just in case someone tries to snatch you up. I’ll be coming right along with you, and giving them hell all the way.” He patted his holstered firearm. “Now, come on, I’ve gotta get you to the safe house.” He smacked a hat on his head and grabbed his overcoat, heading for the door.
Herby hopped on the freeway taking the 105 going East. Once he adjusted his rearview mirror, he glanced up at it to make sure that there was no one following them. Next, he turned off the radio. His eyes were open and he wanted his ears to be, as well. He needed to be well aware if some shit was going to pop off.
“Sooooo.” He looked from the windshield to Ta’shauna. “Who’s this cat you left Tiaz for?”
“My son’s father, Orlando. What about him?”
“Hmmm.” He wondered. “How’d that happen? Weren’t you two broken up?”
“Nah, we weren’t broken up, but I let Tiaz think that,” she shamelessly admitted. “Honestly, my baby daddy put me up on the dude. He was a lick. He used to see ‘em at gambling spots and strip clubs. My nigga had grips. I mean he rocked heavy jewels, drove the latest foreign whips, dressed in the flyest of clothes, the whole nine. My nigga was holding a big bag and all these hoes out here were tryna dip their hands into it. But the nigga had on his choosing shoes and chose me. Not that I’m surprised, ‘cause you know.” She shrugged, turned her head his way and smiled. “A bitch is all of that, a bag of chips and a free soda.”
“How long were y’all together?”
“Three years.”
“You got away with playing him for three fucking years?” He raised his eyebrows, surprised with what she’d relayed. “Impossible. You’re lying, you’ve got to be.” He shook his head, believing wholeheartedly that she wasn’t telling the truth. “No way.”
She smiled bigger, then said, “What reason do I have to lie?”
He froze the image of her smile inside of his mind. She looked so pretty and angelic at that moment in the passenger seat beside him. He’d heard before that looks were deceiving and it had been proven in that instant. The woman sitting beside him was as scandalous as they came.
How can you smile? Tell me how in Jesus’ name you can sit there and smile like that after what you did to that poor bastard? Trifling whore, you deserved that bullet in the top of your fucking head. My piece of shit wife did the same thing to me, sucked me dry, the fucking vampire. Took everything I had worth having. I swear if I wasn’t hired to protect this broad I’d let her foul ass out right here and right now on the fucking freeway, so help me God.
“None whatsoever.” He managed a halfhearted smile. “I’m not mad at you, get yours.”
“Not to worry, ‘cause I did, every nickel of it and then some.”
“How’d you managed to keep both relationships going though? I mean, three years, he had to catch on to something. Excuse me, I’m not one to be nosey, but I’m curious.” Not being in the know was eating him alive.
“Please, Tiaz was a street dude. He wasn’t home most of the time, no way.” She let him know how it was back then. “I got my chances to sneak away with Orlando often. The only real problem I had was getting Jaden to keep his mouth shut. That water head boy of mine almost got me caught up twice. Luckily, a bitch is quick up on her feet. I played that shit off cold, if I do say so myself.” She laughed, but stopped once she realized he wasn’t laughing along with her. “I bet chu think I’m some kind of monster, don’t chu?”
Ta’shauna didn’t feel any kind of way about how she’d played Tiaz. The only thing she regretted was getting shot and having to be blind for the rest of her days. Still, that wasn’t going to stop her from hustling her pussy. Just as soon as this thing blew over she was going to be right back out there courting herself another baller for sponsorship.
“Naahh.” He shook his head. “Just a young lady doing whatever she can to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
“I’m glad you see it for what it is.”
“I’m glad you tell it like it is, Sweets.” He narrowed his eyes and peered closely out of the windshield. “Alright, this is it.”
Herby pulled into the driveway of an old, white modest house with a neatly trimmed lawn and bushes. He parked his car in the garage and closed it shut. He was discreet as he led her to the backdoor of the house, keeping his gun in his free hand while the other unlocked the door. Once he opened the door, he ushered her ins
ide and quickly closed it shut. He took a gander through the back porch window then hastily moved from it with Ta’shauna by his side. He maneuvered through the dark, carefully, until he discovered the picture window. He peeked out through the curtain. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
“Alright, safe and sound.” He removed the handcuff. “Now, let me put a text in to your brother to let him know that we’re alright.”
Herby shot the text to his employer, removed his overcoat, and made himself a drink. He watched Ta’shauna attentively, mesmerized by how much of a low life that she really was. He really hated being in the same space as her. The bitch made his skin crawl. He would be relieved once this job was over so he could get paid and move on.
Chapter Eleven
Juvie had been sending The Eme brothers on a wild goose chase for the past couple of days. He took them to several traps of competing drug dealers, promising that Don Juan would show, but he never did. He was trying to stall the brothers for as long as he could, so he could find a way to escape their clutches, but so far he hadn’t come up with a plan that would spring him free of them. He and Uduka played the station wagon, while Uche kicked in the trap in search of their younger sibling’s executioner. Not even five minutes later, Timon and Uma’s first born came strolling out tucking his banger at the front of his pants, looking over his surroundings, an angered expression fixed on his face. He’d kicked in the door of the trap, shooting niggaz in their legs and shouting threats if they didn’t tell him where Don Juan was, but no one knew who the hell he was.
As soon as his brother hopped into the backseat and slammed the door shut, Uduka pulled off in a hurry.
“Dese is fuckin’ bullshit,” Uche fumed, slamming his fist on the backdoor panel, frustrated. His head snapped in Juvie’s direction and he was looking scared as shit. “Dese cock sucka is sending us on a wild goose chase.”
“I’m telling you where the fuck he is, man! Ain’t ma fault the nigga ain’t here!”
“Ya play games, huh? Do ya?” he asked with madness in his eyes. He looked insane and like he was up for the challenge of making him talk. “You think we not serious? I’ma show yo’ punk ass.” He whipped out his .45 and pressed it into his kneecap. Before he moved his leg, he was pulling the trigger. The gun was so close it sounded like a cap gun was being fired.