“Mane I thought my day was wild y’all, but your day tops all of ours. We need to find Breland and figure out what the fuck happened to them keys.” Kortez stated.
We all shook our heads in agreement. Shit had just got real and I didn't know if the police were still looking for a nigga, so I knew that I was going to have to lay low for a little while. I despised not telling Legacy before I told my crew, but sometimes she got too turned up; we needed to keep level heads about this. I had to constantly remind her that I wore the pants in our marriage. Plus, she was quick to make assumptions and honestly my story didn’t sound all that believable. She was going to be pissed off with me when she finally found out.
Right now was mind over matter. My mind was on this come up I was about to plan because I refuse to struggle from a loss. Any work lost was money gone. Thank God my wife was the plug and none of my boys knew it because Legacy taught me that money was the root of all evil and she was all about them dollar signs. If they only knew who her father was, they would be able to understand just how crucial this shit was. Legacy was probably going to be talking reckless when I told her what went down.
After our meeting Javon left my house to go check on the trap house. Kortez mentioned that he and Alisha was having issues, so he left to go home; he probably wasn’t really going home, but that was none of my business. Davion and Makayla were beefing as usual, but I couldn’t worry about that either. I needed to come up with some answers for my own problems. The streets were about to be talking pretty soon and if it was made known that I took a lost at the hands of a dope fiend, then my credibility and marriage was shot.
CHAPTER FOUR
Makayla’s Rage
MAKAYLA
I woke up and rolled over to the other side of the bed. It was cold and empty so I realized that this nigga had left me in the bed by myself. I walked to the closet to fetch my silky bath robe. After tying my robe up tight, I lit the remainder of the blunt that he had sitting on the nightstand.
“Davion!” I yelled with the blunt hanging from my lip.
After calling his name and walking room to room, the realization set in that he had fucked me over. He really killed my vibe and I was going to have to show him that he was beginning to make my heart grow cold. One thing you don't do is fuck with a woman's heart. I had been nothing but loyal and good to this man, but I see now that he was taking my kindness for weakness. Rage coursed throughout my body. Davion was about to feel the wrath of a real scorned woman. He was full of shit.
I felt used and abused. How could he fuck me then wait until I was sleeping to up and disappear like I was some common hoe? A light bulb popped on inside my mind and I instantly ran to our bedroom closet grabbing as much shit as I could and quickly filled two suitcases. I grabbed Armani suits, G Shock watches, Gucci ties, and whatever else I could get my hands on. I dragged the heavy suitcases outside to the freshly cut front lawn; all while still smoking my blunt.
I walked to the back of the house to grab the gasoline can and lighter fluid. After pouring gasoline onto the suitcases, I took one last pull before I tossed the lit blunt on top of it; keeping an eye on it until the shit started to blaze. To help it out a little bit, I ran back inside to grab the matches I kept for my scented candles. I lit the entire thing of matches and tossed them into the fire.
I headed back inside the house to fix me a tasty breakfast. I wasn't sorry for burning Davion’s belongings like I was Bernadine on Waiting to Exhale. I always knew that loving a hustler was hard work, but I was done with Davion putting the streets before me.
I walked in the house and started on my breakfast. I was in the middle of stirring my eggs and flipping my blueberry pancakes when someone knocked on the door. I already knew who it was. Adjusting my robe, I opened up the door to two fat black officers. They both were looking me up and down like I was a double stack from Wendy’s.
“Hello officers,” I greeted them with a slight smile.
“Hello Miss. Do you know that you have something burning on your front lawn? I couldn’t tell what it was.”
“Yes I know officer. I'm the one who set it!” I boldly declared.
“Well, do you know that it is illegal to burn anything in your yard in a residential neighborhood? This isn’t the country and that is definitely not trash,” he asserted folding his fat arms across each other.
“Honey it is most definitely trash and y’all making me burn my food.” The mention of food made him smile, but he wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily
“Well ma'am, I'm going to have to give you a citation.” He reached behind him to the equally fat officer that was writing it up. I snatched it from him replying with a smirk on my face, “A citation huh? I'll take a new nigga if you got that to give also.”
“Like I said this is a citation. Don’t make us have to come back out here. Oh, and you may wanna check those pancakes. Blueberry right?” I slammed the door in his face before running back to my kitchen. My food was beyond burnt so I had to start all over again. Once I was done I sat down at the table and ate in silence. Once I was finished I put everything up and washed the dishes.
Today wasn't going to be filled with me moping around irritated. Today I was going to show Davion who he was fucking with. I went upstairs and ran me a nice hot bubble bath to relax in. Today was my last day inside the house I shared with Davion’s unappreciative ass.
After relaxing in the tub for about thirty minutes, I got out and put on some clothes. While packing up some of my belongings, I texted my girls Legacy and Alisha telling them to meet me at the spot. The spot was our code word for a condo in downtown Memphis that we all purchased two years ago. We all pitched in and purchased the three story condo as a mini getaway from our men, and when one of us needed time and space, this was the spot. Alisha and Legacy texted my phone back letting me know that they were both on their way to meet me there. Alisha knew to bring the liquor. I always brought food and of course Legacy brought the guns.
We all became best friends when we met at Jacori’s 21st birthday party three years ago. We have been close as sisters ever since. Instead of stopping and grabbing some food, I decided to order a cheese and pepperoni pizza with a two liter of Pepsi. Before leaving out of the house I wrote Davion a letter and placed my keys and my phone beside it.
I hopped in my pearl white Audi that Davion bought for me. I did think about burning it along with his clothes, but I loved my baby. I named her Cocaine. Her buttery leather seats cooled me in the summer and warmed me in the winter. It took me another twenty minutes to make it to the condo. I pulled into the parking lot just in time to see the pizza delivery man pulling up. I intercepted his chocolate ass before he headed to the building. I wanted to give him more than the twenty I owed him, but my girls pulled up.
ALISHA
Legacy and I walked into the condo followed by Makayla, who was outside flirting with the delivery boy. He was sexy with his young ass. Pizza aroma scented the entire condo as Makayla walked in and turned on R Kelly’s When A Woman's Fed Up. Legacy placed a huge bag down on the table, then grabbed her a slice of pizza. The atmosphere was slightly depressing. I couldn't take hearing that damn R. Kelly right now; especially when there was trouble in paradise in my own house.
Makayla fixed all of our plates and I mixed us up a famous batch of my sex on the beach. We all sat down at the cherry wood dining room table. We all brought our own little décor skills to the condo and my contribution was animal prints. Our leopard place mats and napkins matched the floor-to-ceiling picture of leopards in the wild that I paid damn near a rack for. The all-white living room had a zebra rug in front of the fire place and was the only color in that room. Makayla turned the music down.
“So Makayla what's going on? Spill the tea,” I said.
Makayla was about to respond but was promptly cut off by Legacy. “I just need to know who I'm killing today. I came prepared.”
“It’s nothing like that y’all. It’s just that….”
> “I just need to know why we were called because if Davion put his hands on you, then you know what the fuck it is. Matter of fact, pass me that bag Alisha,” Legacy said.
I could barely lift the bag, causing Legacy to roll her long lashes. She slid it effortlessly across the table. She drained the rest of her drink and placed her cup on the table before opening up the bag. She pulled out a chopper and both Makayla and I ducked.
“Legacy please put that shit up somewhere before you accidently pull the trigger with your trigger-happy ass,” Makayla stated gripping her chest.
“First tell us who we are killing tonight! I’m ready and I never make any mistakes when it comes to shooting.”
“We are not killing anyone. Davion and I got into a big fight this morning, so me being the big bad wolf that I am, I burned up most of his shit,” Makayla said.
“Makayla tell me that you didn't do that?” I spoke up. “I get mad myself, but that’s crossing the line. What all did you burn up?”
Makayla used her fingers to start counting shit off as Legacy poured herself another drink. I drained my glass and held it up for seconds as well because Makayla had lost her damn mind. I knew this wouldn’t end well. After refilling our drinks, Legacy placed the chopper back inside of the brown bag.
“I think we need to take this talk into the living room so I can get comfortable,” Legacy remarked grabbing her plate.
“I am so damn tired of Davion’s shit,” Makayla said.
Legacy and I rolled our eyes to the ceiling. Legacy patted the seat next to her. Makayla sat down, placing her plate onto the coffee table.
“Okay, I swear you got it twisted,” I remarked, no longer able to hold it in. Both Makayla and Legacy looked at me with eyebrows raised.
“What exactly do I have twisted, Alisha?” Makayla was serving me major attitude, but I wasn’t one to bite my tongue and she knew that.
“You have the game twisted. I swear it's no use crying over spoiled milk. You have to play the game the same way it plays you. Do you feel where I’m going with this?” A blank expression crossed Makayla’s face. Legacy took note and shook her head.
“So the simple fact that I want my love to come first instead of second to the streets means I have the game twisted?” Makayla asked. “No ma'am you are wrong and I know I have the right to feel this way!”
“Kay, put your big girl panties on. You’re over here acting brand new to the game. Open your eyes, wipe the crust away. This is what happens when you fall in love with a dope boy. The hustle comes first and you should know that out of all people.”
“Can I get an amen,” Legacy chimed in.
“Amen!” I replied.
“I'm tired of this life style,” Makayla remarked, taking a bite of her pizza. “I know it doesn't have to end the way it started. This is not the life I want for my future children. Tell me that y’all want this shit forever and I will kindly shut up.”
“Kay, we all get tired of this lifestyle, but it's a lifestyle we chose to live. Tell me the real reason that you are you trying to back out of it now?” Legacy questioned.
“Well now I'm choosing to un-choose. Is that so crazy? The late nights and early mornings just ain’t my shit no more. I un-choose this shit!”
“Aw hell naw! She bout to start bein’ a cry baby,” I teased. “I don’t understand the problem. You like what the fuck this lifestyle can bring you so you gotta sacrifice something.” Makayla was starting to irk me with the whining.
“No one sees the struggle, they only see the reward,” Makayla whined. “I'm tired of the struggle between me and his precious beloved streets. I don't know what to do, which is why I burnt up his shit.”
I was about to take that but Legacy beat me to it. “Let me tell you what you do, because evidently you need a little more direction before you self-destruct. Cuz bitch if you do self-destruct then me and Alisha can't help you. Davion will probably leave your ass then and I'm not making plans on getting close to another bitch if he does decides to find a woman more down for the cause. You need to stop tripping. You think you the only bitch with a problem?”
“You really ain’t,” I replied high-fiving Legacy.
Legacy took another sip before going on. “Honey, we are all tired of their shit. Jacori put me in a real bad head space this morning. Coming creeping up in the house washing his balls and shit. Fuck was that all about? I don’t trip about another bitch because I am me, but we agreed he would keep it one hundred and not lie to me. I could leave him alone and be good by myself because I ….” She hesitated. “Put it like this. A bitch like me is high maintenance. I may rock a taper in the morning and a 28 inch at night. He needs to understand that I’m not letting no one take what I got. If I gotta miss out on some quality time every now and then, I will take that.”
“I’m hearing you loud and clear, Legacy,” Makayla assured. “And I’m down for the cause. I’m just fed up.”
I dramatically slapped my forehead because she was still missing the point. “I got stuck being the ride-or-die once again with Kortez.”
Makayla and Legacy exchanged glances before turning back to me. I continued. “How ‘bout Alonzo broke in while I was off some pills? Of course the whole shit got blamed on me and come to find out Kortez had a surveillance system he didn’t even think enough of me to tell me about. Ain’t that some shit? Thank goodness we can chill out here without being up under their watch.” We had to all clink glasses on that one.
“I just can’t believe Alonzo crossed Tez like that,” Legacy stated as she walked into the dining room grabbing the pizza box. She opened it on her lap as I dug in my purse for my weed.
“Honey him and his nasty ass girlfriend Plum got they ass whooped. He had TV’s, jewelry, and all kinds of other shit in his closet. Like who hits they next door neighbor and keeps the shit in their house?” I questioned rhetorically.
“A dope fiend,” Makayla and Legacy answered at the same time. We sat there laughing for a second but I had to make sure to drive my point home to my girl.
“Okay, Mrs. I’m-Down-for-the-Cause. Here's what you have to do; ignore him.”
“Ignore him?” Makayla repeated. “That's your golden plan for me Alisha? Really?”
“Yes. See, silence will kill him more than you burning up his stuff. Not saying that he won't be mad with you because he will be furious. And he’ll probably flip out on you, but thinking he has lost you will destroy his pride, hurt his heart and fuck with his ego. He will be devastated like he lost his best friend; watch…you'll see, and if that doesn't work then leave him like you want to do now!”
“I guess it won’t hurt to try it,” Legacy winked agreeing with me.
“I’m serious bitch,” I urged. “Chill here for a few days then go try it out and watch what I said. It will work and you will be calling me letting me know that you owe me some money. Bitch so you might as well give me $100 now.”
“I gotta go with Alisha on this one, Makayla,” Legacy said. “You’re the most sensitive out of all of us. If he starts screaming on you then you liable to break-down. You gotta make that nigga miss you and know that you mean business.”
Makayla dabbed at the corner of her eye with a tissue before extending her arms. “I love y’all bitches,” she replied, as we lean in for a group hug.
ALISHA
As I drove home I replayed the day’s events. Laying my hands on Plum when she rightfully deserved to be slaughtered had me on edge, but for now I would grant her some passage. Next time I wouldn't be so nice to the ill-mannered bitch. Sometimes it was difficult for me to not act like a juvenile delinquent when it came down to my husband. I know one thing though…today was my last day popping pills. I promised myself to stop popping because of Alonzo. He could have done anything to me while I was sleeping off those Xanax pills. And although Kortez did do major damage to Alonzo, I'm just glad he didn't kill him because that would have been a case against us and we couldn't afford them boys all in our business. We needed p
eace and prosperity in our life…no drama if we could help it.
I pulled up to my house and stepped out cautiously. I was slightly paranoid not knowing what to expect after what happened earlier. I was relieved when I didn’t see Kortez’s black box Chevy in the driveway. Once I stuck my key in the door I slid inside quickly before locking the door behind me. The smell of weed hit me like a ton of bricks. Kortez was sitting on the couch breaking up some loud. “So you finally decided to come back huh?”
I sat my purse down before settling in next to him. Kortez handed me the weed and cigarillos to roll up. I rolled three blunts then lit one. I took two long pulls of the blunt; it made me feel so alive. As I inhaled the smoke I had the urge to cough, but breathing through it helped me keep it in like the pro that I was.
“Damn Alisha are you going to pass it to me or not?” The weed was so good that I didn't notice that I was hogging the blunt like a true stoner.
“My bad boo. You know that I'm used to smoking by myself because you're always gone.”
“Don’t start that nagging. Just admit you don’t like sharing wit’ ya blunt-hogging ass.” Kortez snatched the blunt from out of my hands.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked as Kortez took a pull of the blunt then put it out in the ashtray.
“I’m good. Mind telling me where you were though?”
“No, obviously something is wrong with you,” I pushed. “You are over here snatching shit from out of my hands like you Debo or somebody.”
“So you ignore my question? Cool. I said that I am good, though, so leave it alone.” Kortez took another pull rudely blowing smoke in my face. I wanted to slap him, but I knew better. He had never hit me but his choke game was brutal.
“No, I'm not leaving anything alone because you are lying to me nigga. I can see right through you. I know you all too well…or have you forgotten that?”
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