by De'Kari
As Agent Tieka Greer walked through the doors of the downtown federal building, she couldn’t help but to notice how gloomy the weather was. For days now, the Bay Area skies were dark and gloomy. Signs that it was going to be a very ugly winter. A reflection of her mood. To make matters worse, a construction crew prevented parking anywhere near the building, so she was forced to park inside of a high-priced parking garage a few blocks over. Lost in her thoughts the tears fell effortlessly.
About fifteen minutes later Special Agent Tieka Greer finally made it to her car. Inside she finally lost all resolve and cried like a baby. All of her emotions; pain, heartache, frustration, despair, they all came rushing to the surface at once. So, lost in her sorrow, she didn’t see the lone dark figure arise from her back seat.
“What’s up Tieka?” The sound of the voice startled her. She looked in the rearview mirror just as the piano wire was pulled around her throat.
It couldn’t be! Tieka opened her mouth to scream but the piano wire biting into her throat was preventing it.
“You’s a mothafuck’n Fed! Fucking D.E.A.” He growled into her ear as he pulled the wire tighter slicing into her skin.
Tieka fought desperately to get free. Panic and fear seized her little body. Her lungs burned and smoldered as they screamed for oxygen. She looked back into the face of her assailant. How could it be possible. She thought maybe the fright had her seeing things, but that wasn’t the case. She knew those devilish eyes intimately; eyes she once loved and adored. He knew the thoughts going on in her mind, but he refused to give her the pleasure of answering any of the questions. Instead, he continued to squeeze and pull the wire with all his might. Her struggles became more frantic and more desperate as life began to leave her. Her hands clawed at the wire urgently trying to free herself; her nails tearing her skin. All to no avail. The vein on the side of her forehead popped out. Tieka knew that it was over. She knew that her fears were becoming reality. She would die at his hands. “Love was a mothafucka!” Her last thought before death snatched her.
Even after she stopped fighting and her body went limp, he continued to hold the wire tightly wrapped around her neck.
“Fucking cockroach tried to fuck him over.” He thought.
After he was satisfied that she was truly dead, he stepped out of the car and walked off’ blending into the murky day.
**** N. D. ****
(A Week later)
Voorheeze sat in his car reflecting on everything. The past year had been one hell of a year. Jr., Sauce, J. Spitz, Drew and T’Rida, had all been taken. That was way too many losses. While he was away he did a lot of thinking. He believed he figured out what was going on. There was unfinished business and there was a score to settle.
No-one had seen Voorheeze since that night at his mother’s. But they knew he would show up, that’s why everyone sat in the church waiting for him.
Voorheeze zeroed-in on Scoot’s verse:
/ This morning the judge gave my nigga 20 / and yesterday we buried my little nigga a few months before he turned 20 / I could cry but I done see plenty / I lost my mama and grandma in less than sixty days / Thangs shity /
He opened his bottle of Remy to take another gulp out of the bottle. It was time to get shit over with. He had a score to settle. While he was away, he did a lot of thinking. He believed he figured out what was going on. No one double-checked, there was still unfinished business.
BOCCA! As he bent own to pick up the top to the bottle of Remy Martin the passenger window exploded.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! He let his Dragon speak.
He quickly opened the door and dove out of the car. He didn’t want to be boxed in the fuck’n car! As he made his way around the car, he didn’t see anyone. All of a sudden…
BOC! BOC!
A bullet flew by his head!
BOOM! BOOM!
Guaranteed he’s dead.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Voorheeze let both Dragons breathe.
“You can’t kill me Bitch! Bitch I knock shit down! I don’t get knocked down!” Voorheeze was fuming. He was ready to kill the devil. Mothafuckas tried to steal him on the day he was burying his brother! Fuck that!
Everything happened so fast. Both bodies were laying on the ground. Voorheeze was panting heavy like a rabid dog as he stood over the bodies. His senses were on high alert as the blood and adrenaline raced through his veins.
Suddenly he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He’d been in the game too long to ignore his instincts. Even as he turned around he could sense that it was too late; this time he had got caught slipping. Time stood still. Even the wind had ceased blowing. The image in front of him made him laugh. Unfortunately, his hunch about unfinished business was correct, Sutton wasn’t dead!
All of the shots Sutton took from Keak that night in Oakland, he took in the chest all except one that grazed his cheek. The blood that Keak saw wasn’t from a shot to the face like he had thought, all the shots went to his chest. Or at least into the vest he was wearing. As a result of the gunshots, Sutton suffered a cracked sternum and four broken ribs, but he was alive.
Taata! Taaat! Taaat! Taaat! Taaat! Taaat!
The force of the bullets slamming into Voorheeze, knocked him off of his feet!
The door to the Church flew open! Batman came storming out of the Church just as Sutton let the Mack II sing. Rage engulfed him as he saw the bullets drill their way into his brother.
BOOM! BOOM!
The first missile ripped through Sutton’s shoulder causing him to stumble sideways. The second found its mark in his upper torso.
Batman wasn’t done, he continued squeezing without remorse. Batman stood over Sutton’s bullet riddled body.
Sutton coughed up some blood and spit. He looked up at Batman, “Young Nigga Mafia Bitch!”
BOOM! Batman shot one straight to the head.
Batman looked over at his brother. He was coughing on the ground. Blood coming out of his mouth. Batman couldn’t believe it. His brother had needed him, but he was too late. Mama B was screaming her head off. French Tip had made her way over and was on the ground holding her brother’s head in her lap. Tears cascading down her face and falling onto him.
“Ssh! Ssh! It’s okay brother.” She was telling him, but she knew it wasn’t. Her words were only words of comfort.
“I.. I… I…” Voorheeze kept trying to tell her something but every time he tried, he coughed up blood.
The onlookers thought to themselves, “Such a tragedy for a mother to lose both sons in one week.” Those who had the courage mumbled words about the expectations of Street Life. Something about living by the gun and dying by the gun. They wouldn’t dare say it loud enough for Mama B to hear it.
The distant ambulance sirens were getting closer now. French Tip was singing a soft song to her brother trying to soothe his pain. Hoping, against all, that God wouldn’t take her brother away from her. She thought about the revelations she just discovered at her brother’s house.
“He needed help, Father he didn’t need this!” She cried with her head to the sky.
His whole body felt hot, like fire. He didn’t know how many times he had been shot but this time was different from the first time. It burned, and it was hard for him to breathe. It felt like his lungs were full of water. He kept coughing and choking. Voorheeze could hear his mom’s cries and screams. He could hear his sister singing to him. Damn he loved his little sister! He was gonna miss her.
Then she appeared! She was looking so heavenly, smiling with her angelic face. He wanted to tell her how he felt and how much he loved her, but he couldn’t. He tried to say her name. He needed his last words to be her name. The name of his one and only true love…
“Lisa!”
But he didn’t have to, she knew. She has always known. She assured him that she loved him too. Now he could let go. He was tired anyway, so tired. Jason Voorheeze needed to rest so he closed his eyes.
The Saga Continues…
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