by Shan
"Fuck is you doing? Have you lost your mind and think that I won’t shoot your ass?" Starr questioned looking through the rear view mirror at me.
"Baby..."
"Baby? Quad, get the hell outta the car!"
"Nah, I really need your help with something. On a business type level. Just hear me out and if you ain't feeling it then I promise I'll get out and leave you alone," I said reaching in my pocket and pulling out a wad of money.
"Quad, you really doing the most right now. I'm not fucking with you on any type of level whether it be business or pleasure."
"Ba---Starr please man I'll do anything. Please, please, please. If I could call somebody else I would but they wouldn't get here in time enough. I got three stacks on me right now but I promise I'll bring you six more later," I begged. Yea I knew money would get her attention. No matter what I did to her, she was gonna get her paper.
"What is it Quad?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"It's a cat named Croy in the VIP section and I need that dude to come out like now. I need you to get him some-where alone and me and the fellas will take care of it from there," I said laying out my plan as it came up in my head.
In the beginning, I really just wanted her to lure him out the club, but hell getting him alone where I can murk him with no witnesses would be even better.
She looked over at Brian waiting for him to say something like she didn't already have her mind made up. I knew Starr well enough to know that money could make her cum if nothing else could.
"Is it anything that's gonna get her hurt? Wait a minute, who the hell is Croy?" Brian asked looking back at me.
"Nah, dude is a pimp and he like pussy. Just do what you do and get that nigga to take you to a room or something," I said.
"What you mean do what I do? Like I'm a prostitute or some shit," Starr turned to look at me.
"You know what I'm saying Starr, do whatever you gotta do to get this dude to take you to a room. This cat fucked Keisha up and had her in a hospital for weeks. He turned her out, got her out there smoking dope and shit. I gotta get him," I sighed getting frustrated just thinking about it.
"What does he look like? What is he wearing?" Starr asked making me feel a little less tense.
"Wait a minute...." Brian started but Starr cut him off.
"Brian, I'll meet you back at the house," Starr opened the car door and got out. I took one last look at Brian and got out the car too.
"Starr, what the fuck? We are not that pressed for money!"
"Brian go home!" Starr yelled and walked back onto the sidewalk in front of the club. I nodded for Neek and the fellas to follow me to the parking lot as Starr and I chopped it up and got clear on what I needed her to do.
Ol' Croy going down tonight. I laughed to myself.
Starr
Damn I can't believe I was actually doing this right now. Quad knew I wouldn't turn down any damn money. Shit, who would turn down nine stacks? Brian's ass should be happy because rent would be paid in full for a few months and I could finally get some things around the house I’ve been trying to get for a few months. Brian was right, we wasn't pressed for cash at all but that's because whenever he wasn't looking I was out doing whatever I could to keep the money flowing in.
I could always go to my daddy if I ever needed anything but then that would come with a four hour speech. He was all about investing and put my money in all the right places, no unnecessary shopping, blasé, blasé. No one would ever know that he was one of the biggest dealers around. He never spent his money any damn where, there were no fancy houses or fancy cars. Where I got my fascination for money from is a mystery to me. I knew it didn't come from my dope fiend ass mama though.
"Didn't I say don't touch?" I asked slapping Croy's hand away. He was getting a little too touchy feely for me. It was so damn simple to get him out of that club. A little booty shaking in his face, touching myself, and promising him that I would suck his dick until he passed out from excitement; got him to come right on out.
"You just got me and my lil friend excited. Damn I can't wait to taste that pussy," he clapped his hands together and winked his eye at me. Eww this nigga breath is foul as hell.
The liquor was seeping through the damn pores in his body. The one little gold tooth he had in front of his mouth is just wrong right along with the S-curl he’s trying to pull off. When Quad gave me his description it took everything in me not to laugh when I actually saw him face to face. The yaper had to be long in order for them birds to be gawking at him the way they were tonight.
"Where we going big daddy?" I asked looking around. I checked behind me to see if Quad and Neek were still in view but didn't see them.
Shit. I thought.
"Why you all nervous and shit?" he looked in the rear view mirror then over at me with a frown on his face.
"I'm not. I just was trying to see how long before we get there. Seeing that bulge in your pants got my pussy wet as fuck right now," I grabbed a hold of Croy's right hand and brought it beneath my skirt. I would be sure to let Quad know that he was paying extra for this shit.
Where the fuck are they? I thought trying not to be obvious as I looked through the mirror. Croy had his finger all the way up in my stuff and I was beginning to get really uncomfortable.
"Oooh shit, let me hurry and pull this muthafucka over. I know your shit is juicy and tight with your lil chocolate ass," Croy looked around before pulling down a dark dirt road.
Oh fuck! Where is this fool taking me?
I licked the inside of my mouth for my blade and gave Croy a nervous smile when he killed the engine and lights on the car.
"Girl get over here and suck this dick," Croy said and the only thing I could see in the dark was his gold tooth.
"In the car? You want me to do this shit in the car? I thought you were gonna take me to a nice hotel room," I whined trying to give myself a lil’ more time.
"Bitch, I don't spend money on hoes. They spend money on me. Now get your ass over here and suck this dick like you promised," Croy reached over and grabbed the back of my head roughly forcing me towards his lap. This here was not a part of the plan when I agreed to do this shit for Quad.
"Okay, okay. Just let my head go. I hate it when niggas be pushing on my shit," I tried pushing his hand away.
"Well bitch hurry up and suck my shit then. Nigga ready to feel that pretty monkey," Croy ignored everything I said and pushed my head down anyway. I brought my hand up to remove his hand away when he punched me in the back of my head.
"Bitch stop trying to touch me and suck this dick! You talked all that shit in the club and had me leave a gang of pretty bitches to be with your scary ass!" he punched me once again. That last blow was paralyzing, I felt as if I was about to lose consciousness being I could barely hold my head up. Everything became weak.
Damn, where the hell is Quad and Neek?
I wrapped my lips around his musty dick and did my best to suck it. He was pushing down on my head so hard that I started gagging each time it touched the back of my throat.
Croy reached over to the side of his seat and reclined backwards. Moving my tongue around in my mouth I eased the blade from my cheek hoping that he wouldn't feel it.
"What you doing? Don't stop! Shit don't stop!" Croy moved his hand down my back until his hand was underneath my skirt. I purposely moved a couple inches to the side just to keep him from touching my pussy.
"Bring that ass here girl," he groaned. "Hell yea, hell yes!"
He began to rotate his hips and pound his dick into my mouth. Even though I had the blade from my cheek he was making it impossible for me to grab it. He was pushing down on the back of my head so bad I was sure that I would pass out at any moment. Hell I was surprised the nigga didn't feel the fucking blade.
"Aghhhh shitttt! You bitch!" Croy yelled out. He hit me over and over again, grabbing me by the back of my head and slamming it against the steering wheel. I took my hand and grabbed a hold of his dick, dig
ging my finger nails into it, twisting and turning it. I finally was able to grab my blade when the fool reached for his dick to protect it. The first strike went across his face.
"Muthafucka’!" I screamed out trying to slice his ass again but he backhanded me and it sent me flying across the car; making me lose the blade. I brought my foot up kicking his ass square in the chin with it. He fell back against the door and I moved as quickly as possible, grabbing the handle of the door, and trying to get out of the car.
"Bitch come here!" he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back. I jerked forward knowing that it was mostly tracks in my head anyway. I had to fight, there was no way I would die in this car and not get a chance to fuck Quad up.
He was supposed to be right behind me.
Croy and I were going blow for blow. Every time he hit me I could literally feel my face swelling each time. Blood was beginning to drip into my eyes, stinging them, and further messing with my vision.
"Come here bitch!" he tried to grab me but I dodged him this time, throwing a punch to his face as hard as I could. I grabbed my heel off my foot and brought it up, clocking him over the head with it.
Over and over again I knocked him in the head. His arms finally dropped and I knew then the muthafucka’ was either dead or unconscious. Finally I pushed the door open and jumped out the car. My body was so worn down but I had to get to the main road. I was feeling like Quad had set me up or some shit. He sent me out here to set Croy up but it seemed as if the joke was on me.
ERRRRCHHH!
A car passing by damn near clipped me; if I had moved one foot forward there was no doubt they would've hit me and most likely killed me as fast as they were going.
"Are you okay?" a lady asked as she approached me frantically. I had so much blood in my eyes I couldn't even tell what she looked like. I reached out for her but fell to the ground at her feet.
"Did we hit her? Shit we gotta get her to the hospital."
It was the last thing I heard before I was carried away and tucked in the backseat of their car.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I could hear the sounds of machines beeping and faint voices of people talking but when I tried to open my eyes; I couldn't. It took a moment for me to realize that I was in a hospital. Took a lil' longer to remember why I was here.
Croy. I thought. Damn, I killed him didn't I?
"She's awake," I heard a deep, burly voice say.
I blinked my eyes profusely trying to open them but it was hard. They were obviously swollen shut. I attempted to bring my hands up to my face but was stopped by the sounds of clinking metal.
What the fuck? Do they have me cuffed?
I began jerking the cuffs trying to get free, kicking and screaming for them to let me go. Why the hell was I cuffed? Couldn't they look at me and tell that I was the victim? I know that I was on a mission to set Croy up to be killed but they didn't know that; or did they?
"Ma'am calm down! I'm Dr. Randal and I'm just going to check you out. The cuffs are just for your safety. Can we get these cuffs removed please?" Dr. Randal yelled out. I felt his hands pressing on various parts of my body.
"I can't open my eyes! What's wrong with my eyes?" I cried out.
"They're swollen. It's going to take a little while for the swelling to subside. What's your name? You were dropped off in emergency with no ID," the doctor said pressing on my stomach.
"Starr---Starr Conners," I answered hesitantly.
"Do you have family? Is there anyone that you would like for us to call for you?" he asked.
"Umm...my daddy....Herman Conners."
"Do you know the number to reach him?"
I called out the number to reach my daddy and asked if they could please remove the handcuffs. I couldn't help but wonder where the hell was Quad at while I was fighting for my life and even more so while I was laying in the hospital cuffed.
"Mrs. Conners, my name is Detective Newsome and my partner Detective Samson is standing here as well. We have a few questions for you," the detective said.
"I didn't do anything wrong. Can you please un-cuff me?" I jerked at the cuffs once more.
"Mrs. Conners we found a dead body in those woods where the couple said they found you at. The scene was a pretty gruesome one. All we need to know is what happened out there?"
I sighed trying to come up with a suitable story in my head. They couldn't ask him if it was true or not so I had to tell them something that would make them get off my back.
"I left the club with him. He was supposed to take me home. Everything was cool until he drove down that dirt road. I asked him where we were going and he told me he had to take a pee and that's when he started attacking me. He tried to make me have sex with him and when I wouldn't he tried to kill me," I let tears fall from my eyes hoping to seem sympathetic for Croy's bitch ass. I didn't feel bad at all; I was more grateful and ecstatic if anything. Shit the way I see it the better WOman won.
"This guy had cuts from a razor blade we found across his face, he was beat in the head numerously with the heel of your shoe. There was a quarter sized hole in his cheek from your heel," one of the detectives said.
"Who gives a fuck? He tried to rape me and in turn he got his ass beat. Look I may be small but I'm not a punk. Croy thought that he was going to take advantage of me and do to me what he's probably done to other women but he failed. I damn near lost my life out there and you wanna tell me how bad he's fucked up. Fuck him!"
I lost it. I did my best to play like an innocent victim but hell they were trying to make like I was in the fight alone in that car. It didn't matter what my intentions were in the beginning. Croy attacked me first and because of that he is laying up in the morgue some damn where.
"Mrs. Conners, do you realize how serious things are right now? You are most likely going to be charged with murder," one of the detectives mentioned.
I laughed, "Get me a lawyer. I have nothing further to say to you. It's obvious you all take the sides of perverts. If I’m not under arrest now then un-cuff me and get the fuck outta my room," I dismissed them.
How the hell was I going to be charged with murder? They wasn't scaring any damn body. They wanted something to investigate although it was an open and shut case. I've been up and through the police headquarters several times and knew well how they worked.
"We will talk soon," I could now feel one of the detectives closer to me. Keys jingled and suddenly my hand dropped to my side as they released the barrier of the cuffs.
"Yea whatever," I sighed.
I roamed my hand around trying to find the remote to call a nurse. I needed to get my daddy in here as soon as possible so that he could get me outta this mess that I allowed Quad to get me into.
"May I help you?" a soft voice said through the speakers.
"Did someone call my daddy? Can I please use the phone?" I asked.
I tried once again to open my eyes but nothing; I knew I wasn't blind because I could see the brightness of the lights behind my eyelids. They just felt so heavy and boggled down.
"Mrs. Conners, the doctor informed me that he called your father already and that he is on his way," that same soft voice said but this time she was in my room. She came closer to me and patted my hand.
"Are the police still here?" I asked.
"No ma’am there is police officers outside your room but the detectives are gone. I think they're there for your protection," she said.
"Yea right," I scoffed.
"Can I get you anything? Water, another blanket? Pain medication?"
"No, I just want to open my eyes. I can't stand not being able to see."
"The swelling will go down more in a few hours. Just try and get some rest."
I nodded my head deciding I wouldn't take my frustrations out on her. She was being nice and had nothing to do with the predicament I was in. I took her up on her advice and decided I would try to rest until my daddy came.
Quad
I hit the freeway
going about ninety-five, switching lane to lane trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Neek found out through his girlfriend Charlene that Starr was in the hospital after being attacked by Croy. He also found out that Croy was dead and the story had been in heavy rotation on the news this morning.
I know it seemed like I set Starr up but it wasn't even like that. Me and Neek were following the two of them up until we got rolled by the laws. As bad as I didn't want to pull over I really didn't have a choice. Taking them to the scene of a crime that was for sure to happen wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world.
"Yo!" I answered the phone after I'd missed the last six calls.
"Bruh, damn I been trying to call you," Neek said into the phone sounding out of breath.
"I'm on my way to the hospital to see Starr. What's up?"
“Man we just took a loss. The spot was hit and the laws got this bitch sewed the hell up."
I dropped the phone into my lap, grabbed the wheels with both hands, and caught my breath. Hearing that shit damn near made me wreck out. I'd just gotten my biggest package ever and was sure to make some big paper in the end. Now finding out that my spot got hit had me sick to my damn stomach. I picked the phone back up and placed it back to my ear.
"Aye, I'm a holla at you in a few," I pressed the end button and tossed the phone in the passenger seat.
I parked my car on the fourth floor of the garage, got out, and headed into the hospital. Starr's room was on the fifth floor and when I made it I noticed the two guards sitting outside of it. I approached cautiously, unsure if it was cool for me to enter or not. They didn't even pay me any mind when I got closer so I walked in apprehensively not knowing what to expect.
To say the least Starr was fucked up, her face was swollen beyond recognition. Her eyes were shut and scarred badly. Looking at her caused a rain of guilt to run through my body. I was supposed to be there to handle that nigga Croy but as luck would have it the fuck boys had to have their day with me.
