by Sa'id Salaam
“I better get your mom a double order,” Christi figured hoping it would make amends. It’s hard to chew someone out when you’re chewing on crispy wings.
Mistake number two came when Christi pulled out a roll of money from in her purse. The dope boy/robbers had discounted the designer bag as worthless since most of the chics around their way rocked fake ones. They did, however, zero in on the real cash though. Sun eyed them both suspiciously but was too young to make any sense of his sense of impending danger.
“Thank you,” Christi smiled, stunning the confused clerk. The elderly Chinese lady had never heard not one customer utter those words before.
“Um…” she stammered trying to recall the proper reply. She was use to customers coming in and making fun of her and her speech. They would make orders for cat lo-mien or shr fri ri in robster sauce. “You relcome.”
Sun got confirmation to his feelings of danger as soon as they stepped outside. He was first to see the two thugs with their faces covered rushing towards them.
“Give up them keys, cash, and that phone!” Blade demanded from behind a cheap little pistol.
“Quit playing,” Christi ordered back. She just knew he was joking since she knew who he was. He’d just introduced himself as she walked into the store so pulling his shirt up over his face didn’t do much to disguise his identity.
“Ain’t nobody playing, bitch!” Chicken shouted. He ran up and snatched the purse from her shoulder. After digging out the cash, keys, and phone he tossed it on the concrete. “Knock off shit.”
Christi was in a daze as she watched her car pull out of the parking lot. These fools just carjacked Yolo’s adopted daughter and son. Definitely two of the wrong people to fuck with.
Chapter 17
“Mommy, the police are at the door!” Shyne called out when she saw the squad car pull to a stop in front of the house.
“The who?” Yolo frowned even though she’d heard her clearly. That’s why she pulled a pistol from the pasta container and got ready for whatever. “Earthquake!”
“Okay,” Shyne replied to the code word, before rushing upstairs and climbing into the bathtub as trained.
Yolo peeked out the window and shook her head at what she saw. She knew that it was only a matter of time until the police brought her son home, but she didn’t think he would be this young. She tucked the gun into the small of her back and went to answer the door.
“What’s going on? Where is your car? Did you have an accident? Are you okay?” Yolo asked Christi as if the cops were invisible.
“She was carjacked down on straight path,’ the older of the two cops replied as she let them in.
“That’s not possible because she’s not allowed on straight path!” Yolo said staring at Christi, who stared at the ground.
“I’ll let you two work that out,” the younger cop said curtly, coming close to getting shot. “Here’s the police report.”
Next, it was the older cop’s turn to almost get shot as he looked around the front room of the house. It had been completely flipped and updated, but his eyes flashed in recollection. He snapped his thick fingers when it came to him.
“This is the old Brown residence!” he nodded in agreement with himself. “There used to be a hole in the wall over there. We would stick our… um… She-ra. She-ra Brown! She had the twins, Larry and Harry!”
Yolo visibly flinched upon hearing Harry’s name. Her mind flashed back to being dragged inside a bathroom and molested. The thought made her spit on the hardwood.
“What’s wrong?” Christi asked seeing the sudden and drastic change in her.
“Nothin’,” Yolo blurted and turned to the cop. “Whatever happened to them?”
“Beats me. She-ra and Larry disappeared, and Harry’s on death row. He’s ‘posed to get the needle next month,” he said nodding again, this time in approval.
“Don’t expect the car to be found. More than likely it’s at the chop shop being parted up as we speak,” the young cop announced.
“That’s what insurance is for,” Yolo said with a stoic shrug and let the cops out. Christi braced herself for the ass chewing to come.
“I’m sorry. I…” she said, but got cut short by a wave of Yolo’s hand.
“Don’t worry about it. Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson. Now you see why I don’t want you over there,” she responded eerily calm.
“Yes, yes, and yes!” Christi said sincerely. She was on the verge of tears from letting her mentor down.
“Oh yeah, and the next time you get in trouble don’t call the cops, call me.”
“I would have, but they stole my phone,” Christi whined. She then broke down crying at the loss of the pictures and videos of her and her family.
“They did? Great!” Yolo cheered and rushed over to the computer.
“It is?” Christi asked with a frown as she followed her.
“Sure is. I put a tracking device on your phone,” she explained as she pulled up the software.
“You bugged my phone?” Christi asked indignantly.
“Girl, yes. Your phone, car, and your bedroom,” Yolo laughed. She then smiled broadly at the flashing red light that indicated where the phone was. She jotted down the address, so she could go pay the thief a visit.
“Oh okay. Oh yeah, the guy’s name is Blade!” she remembered.
“You know him?”
“No. He told me his name before he robbed me,” she recalled.
“How exactly does that work? ‘Sup Ma, I’m Blade. Break yo self!” Yolo chuckled. “These kids today are fuckin retards!”
“Pretty much,” she agreed. Being smart made it hard to find real friends and she was too smart to settle for fake ones.
“Who’s Harry Brown? You got pale when the officer said the name.”
“Nobody! Go to bed!” Yolo spat.
“Bed? It’s not even late! Plus we didn’t eat,” Christi pouted.
“Well, fine. Cook something and then go to bed,” Yolo shot back and rushed into her bedroom.
Yolo made sure to lock the door so no one could walk in and see her crying. And cry she did as her fucked up life ran through her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder who or where she would be if not for She-ra and her sons. Who was her mother and where was her father were questions that squeezed more angst from her soul. Yolo had a good cry from all the bad memories.
It took a while, but Yolo finally ran out of tears. Now all that was left was anger. A rage that could only be quenched by lots and lots of blood. Somebody was about to get fucked up.
Yolo got out of the bed and got dressed to kill.
“Welp, y’all wanted a monster and now y’all got one!” Yolo told She-ra’s memory. She accepted it and went out in the night to do what monsters do.
Everyone was in their rooms as Yolo passed through the house. The kids now had separate rooms; both were awake behind their closed doors. Sun could be heard rapping while Shyne was in the mirror as usual. Sounds of keyboard strokes could be heard coming from Christi’s room.
Tonight was special so Yolo retreated to the seldom used basement. In it were enough guns, ammo, knives, and bombs to kill the entire town. Her first choice was a sawed off shot gun along with huge hollow point slugs to go in it. A glance at the wall caused a spread a smile to spread on her face.
“Well, it is a chop shop,” Yolo reasoned and took the two machetes off the wall. They were already sharp, but she still took them to the grinding wheel. Once she was done with them, they were honed to a razor sharp edge.
*****
Yolo drove over to the train station and parked in the short term parking lot. She grabbed her gear and walked over to the long term parking where she kept a car for occasions such as this. The non-descript vehicle flashed its lights in response to its remote control. The GPS gave turn by turn direction to the address she had typed in. The flashing light on the tracking app said the phone was now elsewhere but that didn’t matter.
“It’s a cho
p shop alright,” Yolo confirmed from the criminal activity she witnessed. A couple of goons whipped in and hit their horn. A man came out and then opened the roll up door. A few minutes later, the two goons walked out counting money.
“You, Blade?” Yolo asked as she drove slowly passed the two men. The thieves checked out her car before answering. They decided that Chico wouldn’t pay much for it and declined.
“Nah, he probably on The Block,” one replied in passing.
She repeated what she had seen them do as she pulled up to the garage’s door. Again, a man came out to answer the car’s horn. He squinted at the vehicle, scrutinizing it to decide on whether or not he would take it. It was worth a couple of thousand in parts so he decided to offer her a few hundred for it. He stepped back in and once again rolled the door up.
Yolo was pleased to see the door roll down behind her. That meant no one would get away. Chico did a double take when she jumped out of the car.
“Yo you’re a girl!” he declared. He was certain of it since he had locked his eyes on her breast.
“Uh… yeah,” she replied like ‘duh’. “Who else is here?”
“Just me, Manny, Flaco, and Paco,” he answered pointing to each man busy stripping someone’s stolen car. Paco was finishing up on Christi’s charger so he would be last.
“Excuse me,” Yolo said politely as she reached back into the car. The request was polite but what she was after was rude as a mother fucker. Chico moved closer to get a good look at her good looking ass. Good thing he enjoyed the sight because it would be his last.
“Argh!” Yolo grunted as she pulled out a machete and swung it with all her might. The blade caught Chico right under his Adam’s apple and passed clean through his neck. His head did a back flip as it came off and landed on the ground behind him. The headless body crumpled to the ground after it with a loud thud causing Manny to look up.
“What the fuck?” he demanded trying to make sense of what he was seeing. However, there was no time for contemplation with Yolo running at full speed towards him with a machete in each hand.
He lifted an arm to ward her off while blocking himself and got turned into a one armed bandit for his efforts. Manny let out a scream so loud that it alerted the other men in the chop shop. It was cut short along with his body. He tried to run but that required two longs and Yolo’s last swing subtracted one. Manny was in so much pain that he was relieved when she killed him.
Yolo chopped into the top of Manny’s head killing him instantly. The blade got stuck in his thick skull. As she stood with one foot on his head she attempted to pull it out, she heard the unmistakable sound of a round being chambered into a gun. She spun around just in time to see Flaco aiming at her face.
“Shit!” she said dropping down a split second before getting shot. She then rolled and dodged as he fired wildly at her again. He probably would’ve had better luck had he aimed.
“Uh oh!” Yolo laughed when she heard the gun click harmlessly, signaling that it was empty. Hearing the sound she popped back up and rushed him before he could even think about reloading. She swung both blades simultaneously, turning him into Puerto Rican confetti.
Paco had seen more than enough and decided that he would flee, but not before he ran the intruder over. He turned a stolen SUV in her direction and stomped on the gas pedal. The tires squealed and spun giving Yolo just enough time to get out of its way. The truck slammed into another vehicle leaving the driver shaken like a martini.
“Missed me, bitch!” Yolo growled as she ran over to the truck. She thrust a blade into his neck so hard that it came out on the other side. She decided not to behead him and let him die a slow death instead.
Paco made a gurgling noise as he choked on his own blood. He wrapped his hands around his throat in a futile attempt to keep his blood inside of his body. It certainly wouldn’t do him any good in his lap. Losing the battle he stared off into space at whatever it is that dead people stared at.
Yolo looked around and smiled proudly at the carnage and said, “Now this is a chop shop!”
Chapter 18
“And in National News, police report a violent night in the Long Island town of Wyandanch. The mutilated bodies of four or five men were found in a garage suspected to have been used as a chop shop. Body parts along with car parts tied to multiple recent car jackings were found strewn all over inside.
“And… just how is that funny?” Sincerity wondered as Killa giggled at the gruesome news cast. “Whoever did that must be a complete lunatic!”
“I bet,” Killa agreed, knowing exactly who the lovely little lunatic in question was. He was due for a visit, but the sudden report of violence made him decide to move it up a little.
“Turn,” Killa said as he positioned Sincerity on her side and lifted one of her legs towards the ceiling fan. He then slid inside of her like a baseball player sliding safely into home plate.
Knowing that Sincerity would protest his sudden departure he used his patented side winder stroke. He laid some serious pipe causing her to cum over and over again.
“I gotta go up top in the morning,” he announced while she was still in throes of her orgasm.
“Okaaaay!” she sang just like he knew she would. His motto was fuck first and divulge information last. Works like a charm. “H-h-have a safe trip.”
*****
The next afternoon Killa landed in Newark, New Jersey. A short train ride later, he was in New York City. A cab ride later, he was dropped off at one of his cars parked up in The Bronx. He crossed the Throgs Neck Bridge and headed to the Island.
“Daddy!” the twins cheered at the sight of their beloved patriarch as he walked into the house. They dropped their toys and bum-rushed him.
“Hey Sun…ugh… Shyne,” he grunted when the twins jumped into his arms. He smiled at Christi who was smiling back at him.
“Hey Killa!” she cheered sounding just as happy to see him as the kids were.
“Sup lil’ mama. Where’s big mama?” he asked as he looked around.
“Still in bed,” she replied, twisting her mouth at the oddity. Yolo rarely slept during the day, but the bad memories of her childhood had her in a funk.
“She is?” Killa frowned. He tussled with his babies for a few minutes before going up to check on their mother.
“Come in,” Yolo moaned in reply to the knock at her bedroom’s door. She was still feeling down, but put a little extra on it when she saw her part-time man walk in the room. Part-time beat no time, for now.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he plopped down beside her on the bed. Yolo scrambled over into his arms and cuddled up under him. It felt so good to be held that she began to cry once more.
Killa knew all he could do was hold her and let her get it all out. She sobbed so hard that snot was running from her nose. It took almost a full hour for her to get it all out.
“Sooo, I saw you on the news. Chop shop, huh?” he asked.
“It is now!” she laughed and filled him in about the carjacking, police visit, Blade and finally Harry Brown.
“So where’s this Blade at now?” Killa asked ready to do what Killa does.
“Let’s see…” Yolo said reaching for her laptop. She pulled up the program and spotted the flashing light that showed the location of Christi’s phone. “Looks like he went shopping on Jamaica Ave, to the weed spot, to White Castle…”
“Hope he had fun,” Killa growled. Christi was family and you don’t fuck with family. “Got heat?”
“Do I have heat? What’s my name?” Yolo laughed and pulled a pistol from under her pillow. “Bam!”
“Nah, too neat and clean. I’m wanna make a mess of this dude!”
“Follow me,” she said as she bounded out of bed. She pulled on a thick house coat, slipped her feet into some house shoes and led the way. The door to the basement was on the outside of the house. It was a useful inconvenience that kept her bad ass kids from getting a hold of any of her weaponry.
“Oh wow!” Killa said, feeling his knees buckle at the sight of all the guns, knives and other killing accessories.
“I know, right!” Yolo giggled. She made several suggestions for his use, but in the end he found what he was looking for.
“Here we go! This will make a real nice mess,” he said picking up a street sweeper along with some hollow point slugs.
“Excellent choice sir,” Yolo said with a little curtsey.
*****
It was too cold for Daisy Dukes so Yolo squeezed into a skintight pair of jeans instead. A short leather jacket and a pair of matching Tims completed her outfit. She was dressed as bait.
“I’d fuck you!” Killa nodded by way of compliment.
“You say the sweetest stuff,” Yolo spat sarcastically. “Now let’s hurry up and kill these dudes, so we can come back and fuck!”
Killa drove into the heart of town and dropped Yolo off a block before The Block. Cars honked at her switching her ass like how a worm wiggles on a hook. Bait.
“There go one!” Chicken announced when Yolo reached The Block. He got a real kick out of seeing his partner in crime get shot down by the ladies. He was really about to get shot down tonight.
“A-yo! Yo ma! Over here!’ Blade yelled waving his arms to get her attention.
Yolo scrunched her face up scrutinizing the man. He kinda fit the description Christi had given her, but she wasn’t absolutely sure. This is until he told on himself that is.
“I’m Blade, ma, who you?” he asked and assumed a B-boy stance.
“Yolo,” Yolo replied with a genuine smile. She had her man and his side kick. “Who’s your friend?”
“That’s my nigga, Chicken. We call him that cuz he got little skinny legs,” Blade explained, as if she cared.
“Let’s go somewhere and chill. Where’s your car?” she asked, as she dipped her hip. Again, like a worm on a hook; bait. “Let’s go to the park!”
“Let’s bounce!” Blade said leading the way to his hooptie. Chicken was so happy to be included that he could hardly contain himself.
