Codeine and Fully Automatics

by Ghost

  Mikey mugged them for a second, and then frowned. “Aw shit Fam!” He opened the back door and took off running down the back steps.

  I looked all around the house. It looked like somebody had been searching for something. But why the fuck would they have been looking for something inside of Mikey’s mother’s crib? She was a Christian woman. A Queen that stayed to herself. I didn’t understand.”

  Mikey came back upstairs with a mug on his face. “The got me bruh! Them bitch ass niggas got me for my scratch!” He snapped.

  “What.” I looked him up and down. “Fuck is you talking about Potna? You just left the crib earlier wit a duffle bag.

  “Behind the washing machine bruh. I had one point six million behind the washing machine, in the wall. Somebody hit me. That was all the bread I had to my name.” My eyes were opened so wide that they hurt. “One point six muthafuckin million. Seriously?”

  Mikey lowered himself down to one knee. His head hung low. “That was me and Alicia’s nest egg for the baby. Now I ain’t got a pot to piss in, and these niggas got my parents, Phoenix. What the fuck am I going to do?”

  “Man, you betta get yo ass up. Fuck you mean what you gon do?” I pulled his ass to his feet. “We about to roll over here to Black Haven and bring that heat bruh. I’m talking shut that bitch down. They got my baby mother, your parents, and your cheese. Nigga ain’t nothing left to be talked about.”

  Mikey looked sick. “Somebody had to know where my stash was. Somebody had to tell them that I kept all my scratch at my mother’s house. That’s the only way they could have known.”

  “Yeah but who. Who did you tell?” I asked looking him over closely.

  He shook his head. “You already know I ain’t that fuckin stupid. Only person knew was my wife, and she’d never get down on me like that.” He rubbed the hairs on his chin, lost in thought. “A muhfucka must have been watching me close. I been too lax, that’s what the problem is. Yeah, but its a wrap for all of that. I’m about to make these niggas feel the noise. Let’s ride out my nigga.”

  I grabbed his wrist before he could brush past me. “Nigga hold the fuck on. You acting like you might know who did this shit? If so let me know what’s good?”

  He stopped and frowned. “Its Bryon’s people, but even more so, it’s that fuck nigga Dragon. That pussy nigga had a thang for Alicia, mane. Ever since we tied that knot, I been feeling the vibes coming from that chump. If a nigga playin the game like dis it’s in my best interest to take a good look at him before he can put my money to use. So, let’s ride out.”

  I stood there a moment, before I followed behind Mikey. I didn’t know who the fuck Dragon was, or what he was to Bryon’s people, but I was about to find out.

  ***

  I slammed the clip into the Mach Ninety, and cocked that bitch and adjusted the black leather gloves on to my hands. Next, I leaned back in my seat, taking a strong swallow from the bottle of syrup. I was high off two Mollies, and a Perk thirty. I was feeling venomous, ready to lay some shit down.

  Mikey pulled into the back alley and threw his Buick Century into park. It was a dump off car. A nineteen ninety, black on black, with rust spots all over the door. He pointed at the house. “That’s where Dragon lay his head. Its him, his baby mother and his two sons. He think because he chill out in the burbs that he ain’t gotta face this music? Man, I’m finna spit so many lyrics at his ass with this Mach that he gon think he on The Voice.”

  I pulled the Donald Trump mask over my head and adjusted it so I could see out of the eye holes. Once my vision was straight, I was ready to go. I was worried about Toya, but at the same time I didn’t know what to think or expect. For all I knew she could’ve been a pulling the strings behind the scenes.

  I hopped out of this Buick and jogged down the alley. It was really storming out by this point. At the same time, it was scorching hot and humid. There were mosquitoes every where. I didn’t know how that was possible, but it was horrible.

  We ran down the alley, and along side the garage that was behind their house. Then we ran through the backyard., along side of their gangway, and I stopped in front of their patio door, nodding at Mikey.

  He stepped forward with a huge brick, that he’d gotten from the alley. After setting his Mach on the ground, Mickey held the huge brick over his head, and with what seemed like all his strength, he tossed it through the glass patio door. The glass shattered, loudly.

  I kicked the door in the rest of the way and rushed inside ready to wet anything in sight. My eyes zoned in on two little boys that were making a run from the living room. They appeared to be about five and six. They ran yelling for their mother.

  Mikey was on their asses. He snatched them both up and clunked them in the back of the head with his gun. They fell to the floor. Out colder than two bears during hibernation season.

  A female with a bath towel wrapped around her body appeared at the top of the stairs. When she saw the kids on the floor, she screamed. “Don’t hurt my babies. Please don’t hurt my babies!”

  Mikey aimed at her. “Bitch get yo ass down here right now. Get down here or on everythang, shawty I’ma lace yo ass.”

  She held up her hands. “Look Mane. You got me. Just don’t hurt my damn kids. They babies. They ain’t got no beef wit you, Playboy.” She slowly made her way along the banisters and then down the stairs with her hands above her head. She was partway down the steps when her towel fell from around her caramel body, revealing her nudity underneath. She was bad, a bit chubby, but fine.

  Mikey met her half way and grabbed her by the hair. He drug her down the stairs and tossed her on the floor beside her children. He put the gun to the back of her head. “Punk ass bitch! Where the fuck Dragon at?” He forced her face into the carpet.

  “I don’t know, Playboy. I swear God I don’t know. He ain’t been here all day long. Last time I seen him was yesterday. He came home and gave me a knot of cash and left back out without saying a word to me. Said he’d be back in a few days. He was getting some things right. I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t ask him. Very rarely do I question him about the streets. I stay in my lane.”

  Most of her explanation was muffled because of her face being stuck in the carpet by Mikey. She cocked her right leg the rib, and her cleft was exposed. Her cat was trimmed and meaty.

  “Yeah well Bitch you about to come wit us. You and these punk ass kids. That nigga took some things that belong to me, and until I get all of them back you and your kids gon feel the wrath of a nigga. You got that?”

  She sniffled. “We ain’t in dem streets Homeboy. That’s between you and they daddy. You need to leave innocent folks out if dis.” She turned all the way around and looked up at him.

  “Nall bitch.” Mickey pressed the barrel to her forehead. “You bout to call this nigga right now and tell him that we got you and his kids. That if he don’t give me back my parents, and my money, then I’ma smoke each one of you muthafuckas before I come and get him. That’s what you gon tell that nigga, mane. You got me shawty?”

  “Look, I’ll tell him whatever you want me too Just don’t hurt me and my kids.”

  “Fuck yo cellphone at, bitch?” I asked, scanning the living room.

  “Its on the kitchen counter. Right next to my Benz keys.

  I grabbed her Galaxy off the table and handed it to her. She turned to her side and sent him a text. Begging him to pick up the phone. After the text she added the number twenty-three. “Y’all just hold ya horses. He gon get right back go me, trust me. I know my man.”

  Mikey grabbed her up by the hair and drug her across the carpet toward the back door. “Mane grab them kids, bruh. Everybody going in the muthafuckin trunk until we figure this shit out.” He picked her up and tossed her on his shoulder like a rag doll.

  I snatched up both kids. We wound up forcing them into the trunk while we waited for Dragon to respond to the message that his bitch had sent to him. It was crazy because Mikey stayed parked right behind th
eir house with the phone on his lap taking toke after toke of the Loud. “I’m letting you know right now that I’m not accepting this shit, bruh. That nigga gone release my people. And he gon give me my cheese. If he don’t I’ma cut they heads off, and that a be that. I’ma come up with that one point six again. I ain’t worried about that. Its the principle of the whole thang.” He took a long swallow of his drank until he downed the entire bottle.

  I hit Toya’s phone again. It was my eighth time doing it. I was hoping that she picked up just so I could know that she was alive. I cared about Mikey, but I was finding it real hard to go there with him emotionally over his people, and his money. I needed a horse in the race so to speak in order for me to wanna go hard. That’s just how the killer in me worked.

  The phone buzzed on Mikey’s lap. He put it on speaker. “Man, where the fuck is my bitch, and my kids, Mane?” The same voice from earlier snapped.

  “Bitch ass nigga where the fuck is my peoples, and my cheese? I ain’t about to play wit you. You fucking wit a live wire Potna. I’ll wipe yo whole bloodline off this earth from fuckin wit me and mine. This that Duffle Bag shit, boy.”

  “Say Mane, I ain’t fuck wit no kids doe boy. I could a snatched yo pregnant bitch and that fuck nigga Phoenix lil punk ass daughter, but I chose to leave the bitches and kids out of this. You about to make me turn up doe.”

  “Shut yo bitch as up.” I snapped. “Nigga let everybody go and we can shoot this shit out like souljahs. Me and my nigga versus the whole Black Haven for all I care. What you think bout that, Homeboy?”

  “Say Mane, my bitch pregnant. My sons innocent. They ain’t got nothing to do wit none of this shit. You let them go, and I’ll let yo momma, and yo daddy walk scot free. This bitch, Toya owe the mob for getting my cousin beat to death, and my other cousin smoked. We can’t take that shit lying down. Far as that scratch nigga, respect the game. That shit ganked. Its Black Haven’s now.”

  “That’s yo word nigga?” Mikey asked sliding his hand over his Mach.

  “That’s my word.” Dragon returned. “Ain’t no hoes over here. What we gon do about our peoples?”

  “Just wait I’ma sho you.” He opened the driver’s door and got out of the car. “You fucking wit the wrong nigga bruh. I’ma show you real good.”

  Chapter 17

  The rain was pouring like crazy. It pelted the concrete loudly. Mikey popped the trunk of the Buick and snatched Dragon’s baby mother out of it by her hair. He slung her to the ground next to the open driver’s door and straddled her body, then reached into the car and grabbed the phone. “Say nigga, I got yo bitch right here, Mane. I’m giving you five seconds to tell me that you gon hand over my peoples and my cheese. If you neglect to, I’m finna smoke this bitch and both boys. Then if I gotta personally knock on every door in Black Haven until I find your punk ass, I will. These problems you can’t stand my nigga, trust me. Now beg for your life bitch, while I count to five.” He forced the phone to her ear. “Beg bitch. You better think about them lil boys back there.”

  “Dragon, please don’t let him do this to me, baby. Please. We’re innocent. We don’t have nothing to do with what goes on in the streets. Please give him his stuff back.” The rain poured onto the back of Mikey’s head, and Dragon’s baby mother’s face.

  Mikey took the phone from her. “Here we go nigga. One. Two. Three...”

  “Nigga you touch my bitch and you gon start a war. Get off that bitch shit. Face me like a man!”

  “Four. Muthafucka five!”

  “Nooooooo!” She screamed.

  “No mercy, bitch.” He pressed the barrel to her face and squeezed the hair trigger. Taaat. Taaat. Taaat.

  She shook as the bullets entered her forehead. A sea of blood formed under her. Some of it sailed down the alley mixing with the rain water.

  Mikey stood up and grabbed the phone. “Its war nigga. Its muthafuckin war.” He popped the trunk and bucked inside of it. Taaat. Taaat. Taaat. Taaat. Taaat. Taaat. The gunfire illuminated the alley. He took the boys and threw them into the alley and slammed the trunk back. Mickey came and got in the driver’s seat. “Come on bruh, we gotta get rid of this car. Then we gon go holler at them niggas in Black Haven. I’m bout to go door to door about mine.”

  As the car was peeling away, I took one final look into my rearview mirror at the slain bodies in the alley and shook my head. Any hopes that I had of ever seeing Toya again slowly faded away.

  ***

  An hour later we poured gasoline all over the car, and torched it, in the back of the old car place on Normandy. Then we pushed it into the creek, after allowing it to burn for an hour.

  “Lets go holler at these niggas, Boss. On everythang. We can’t give Dragon and his people no breathing room. They working wit a million dollars and some change. In a street war you could do a lot with that. We can’t be on the receiving end right now. There is too much at stake. I’m finna text the Brooklyn Fam and see what it do.” He started to text.

  I pulled away rolling his Ford Expedition. There was a bunch of shit on my mind. I wondered if Toya was dead, or was Dragon waiting to kill her? After what Mikey had done, he had every right to body her and his parents. The homie had taken things too far if you asked me. I needed to get to my daughter to make sure that she was safe and sound. I was even thinking about moving her out of the city for a little while. At least until things died down. I had to protect my baby.

  Mikey hung up and kept a mug on his face. “They ready to move. Our niggas say its whatever.” He cringed and shook his head. “What the fuck was I thinking, Phoenix? I might’ve just killed my parents.” He clenched his jaw. “This codeine fuckin me up, Bruh. I should’ve thought shit through thoroughly.”

  I shot daggers at him. “What nigga?”

  Mickey rested his hand on his forehead. “Damn, I just fucked up. I might have just killed my parents, Phoenix. That’s my mama. My old man. Aw shit.” He sat all the way up and shook the cob webs from his brain.

  “Say, Mane, it’s too late for all that remorseful shit. You just stanked Dragon’s Bitch and his three kids. Its, war and that’s it.” I assured him.

  “Three? Fuck you getting three from?”

  “You smoked both of his sons, and his unborn child. That’s serious. One hunnit percent that fool bodied your parents, and probably my baby mother, too. We ain’t got no other choice other than to go all out.”

  Mikey’s phone rang. His mother’s picture appeared on the screen requesting to Snapchat. He accepted the message. “Here go my mama right here.”

  I pulled over to the curb. As soon as it came on Dragon had her by the neck. She was buck naked. He held a Machete in his right hand. “This what you want, Mane? Huh? This what you want muthafucka?” He raised the machete in the air.

  “Look away Mikey. Look away.” I tried to grab the phone from him, but he held it out of reach and tilted it so that we could both see the action unfolding on the screen.

  “I gotta see this shit, bruh. Gotta release that beast inside of me.” He said, frowning. Dragon took the big knife and brought it down into Mikey’s mother’s face as hard as he could. I watched long enough for the blade to make contact, and then I looked away as he went into a murderous rampage on the screen hacking away at her.

  “This. What. You. Wanted nigga? Huh? Is. This. What. You. Want?” Harder, faster hacking. It sounded like he was going to town on her.

  I glanced back at the screen. Dragon continued to beat her senseless with the blade. Tears rolled down Mikey’s cheeks. He nodded his head. “That’s all I needed to see nigga. Trust me, that’s all I needed to see.” He turned the phone off. “Bruh, drop me off at the crib so I can get my wife straight. I’ma have you swing back around and snatch me up in a few hours. That sound cool?”

  I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. “Dawg you awright?” I knew it was a stupid question, but it was the only thing I could think to say. I could only imagine that he felt like shit. He and his mother were really
close. I wasn’t really too sure how he felt about his father. We simply never talked about him.

  “Its all in the war, right?” He shrugged his shoulders.

  “Right.” In the back of my mind I was thinking that he’d brought this one on his self. There was no way that he should have done what he had. That had to be all that dope fuckin wit him.

  Mikey wiped the tears away from his face and sighed. He turned on Meek Mill’s Championship album. He nodded his head to it and leaned back. I didn’t know what was going through his head, but I could only imagine.

  ***

  Mikey grabbed a bottle of Patron from f his refrigerator and turned it up with tears rolling down his cheeks. He was guzzling loudly then he stopped and shook his head hard. “I fucked up man. I fucked up. What was I thinking?” Alicia came into the living room and stood beside me. She kept one hand placed on her stomach protectively. What’s the matter with him, Phoenix? What did he do?”

  Mikey took the bottle away from his mouth. “I killed my mama, and probably my daddy. Then I lost our nest egg. I fucked up baby, but I’m finna get our shit back. I’ma make ‘em pay for what they did to my people, baby.” He turned up the bottle again and drank nearly half of it.

  Alicia looked over at me in fear. “What is he talking about Phoenix? How did kill his parents?”

  Mikey staggered into the living room. He was drunk as an alcoholic on payday. “See, Dragon stole my stash, and took my people. So, I killed his whole muthafuckin family. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. All four of them. Them bitches had to go. So, I sent ‘em on their way.” Mikey made his fingers into a gun, then he pulled out his handgun from the small of his back and cocked it. “But it’s cool, I’m ready to go to war.” He slurred his speech.