by Styles, T.
“Plus I gotta watch my cousin’s back.”
“No doubt.” Cray responded as he spotted Nyzon and Angel walking in his direction. He wanted to have the conversation Devon was trying to have at another time. “Speakin’ of DC cats, this my nigga, Ny.”
Nyzon walked up to Cray with his winning smile.
What’s up, nigga?! You wasn’t lyin’. You went all out!”
“Fuck you think I was playin’?” Cray joked.
Devon studied them and could tell they had a genuine respect for one another and that bothered him.
“Angel, go get us somethin’ to drink,” he told her.
He didn’t bother introducing her because she wasn’t relevant.
“Ny, this my cousin, Devon.”
Ny shook Devon’s hand and felt instant tension.
“My cousin tellin’ me you cool peoples. So if you are, you can understand me when I say I’ma have his back, so if you down wit him, I got yours too.”
Nyzon looked at Jason, Cray and Devon and laughed.
“Main man, I see where you comin’ from because my family got me too, but I’m good on the back watchin’ tip. I ain’t locked up.” Devon was shocked that Nyzon wasn’t going for his shit. And the three of them looked at one another. “On another note, I’m glad to see you home, young. Cray been talkin’ bout you since I’ve known him. That’s real talk. But this is a celebration! Lada, for this business talk shit! You home, nigga! Let’s make it a party.”
“Oh…yeah. We’ll rap lada,” Devon responded.
“Indeed,” Nyzon said before walking away.
“I told you he’s cool,” Cray said. “I ain’t use to fuck wit’ him but he’s aight.”
“We’ll see about that. We’ll see.”
Nyzon Peat
Martin’s West
There’s No Denyin’
Nyzon kept Tiara in his peripheral vision as she walked around the ballroom.
She was a queen and stood out like a one hundred dollar bill on a black marble floor. Everyone couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, and eventually Angel picked up on his stares.
“Nyzon, I’m leaving.” She grabbed her purse and stood up from the table they sat at.
“Not this bullshit again.” He shook his head. “Sit the fuck down and stop trippin.”
“Look how you talk to me. You don’t have any respect for me and for us.”
“Now what’s wrong? You makin’ a fuckin’ scene.”
“I’m makin’ a scene? You been eyeing’ Cray’s girl all night and you sasy I’m makin’ a scene? Plus I see her keep lookin’ over here. If you want her so bad go get her, but don’t use me as an excuse.”
“It’s not even like that.” He stood up. “Sit down and stop trippin’.”
“I’m serious. When you ready to be for real about me, you got the key to my heart and the key to my house. Use them.” With that she stood up. “And don’t worry, I’ll catch a cab home.”
She passed Tiara who looked at Nyzon with concern. Angel was halfway out the door when she decided to say something in Tiara’s ear. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on between ya’ll, but he’s feelin’ you too. But be careful, he breaks hearts on a regular. Good luck.” She continued as she strolled out the door.
Tiara smiled lightly as she turned around to see Nyzon staring in her direction. She looked around the party, spotted Cray with two girls on each arm and mouthed, “Meet me outside.”
It was done.
Out Back
Tiara stood with her back faced the back door when Nyzon came out. It screeched a little alerting her that he was there.
He didn’t approach her right away. Instead he spent a few seconds admiring her physique under the night sky and wondered who wouldn’t want to be with her all the time. He thought Cray had lost his fucking mind by not wifing her immediately. He never wanted a woman more than he wanted her, and he knew she was the woman for him. I know this woman’s made for me. He thought again.
“Damn you look good.” He said behind her.
“And you look good too, Nyzon.” her back still toward him. “Or is it Shelton?”
“I’m sorry. And you’re not gonna believe me, but Shelton is my birth name. So I didn’t lie to you. And the real story is too long to tell you right now. I just wanted you to know, that this shit is killin’ me. I can’t see you wit that nigga.”
“It’s hard for me too.” She finally turned toward him and he could tell she had been crying. “Nyzon, I don’t know what this is between us, but I hated seeing you with that girl. Do you love her?”
“Fuck that bitch!” Nyzon wanted her to know off the back that Angel was not a problem.
“Good…cause I can’t not talk to you. I can’t not see you. You’re the only thing in my life that’s consistent. And…I’m not ready to let you go.” Her eyes looked at the ground before meeting his again. “So what do we do?”
“You follow my lead. And be with me tonight.”
“But what about Cray? He may look for me.”
Nyzon could’ve been a grimy ass nigga and told her he knew Cray had already arranged to fuck the twins he was running around with but instead he said, “Do you trust me?”
She smiled and said, “You don’t have to ask.”
What they didn’t know was that Jason was on the side of the building, fucking Felecia and overhearing everything.
At The Hyatt Hotel, Baltimore Inner Harbor
The music played softly in the hotel room. And this would be the first time they made love. Tiara relatively experienced in the bedroom, took two steps back from Nyzon, unzippened her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was completely nude. Her sexy and perfect body caused Nyzon an immediate hard on. Afterwards she unfastened his pants, removed his shirt, and looked at his rock hard chest and fit body. His dick stood at full attention.
Their lips met as their bare skin touched. For ten minutes they stood on the floor and danced quietly to the music, holding each other closely. When Nyzon couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted her up and put her softly in the bed. For a second, they held each other and looked into each other’s eyes.
“You’re made for me.” They said at the same time. “I feel like my world was rocked when you came into my life.” He said.
She laughed.
“What’s funny?” He asked.
“My father told me that would happen once I met the right one. I feel the same.”
It was eerie, but real, that Nyzon Peate and Tiara Cartier had fallen in love. He eased into her as his eyes remained open the entire time. Her wetness told him she was feeling him.
“Damn, Tiara…why do you feel so good?”
“Cause my body is happy to see you. To be with you.”
“That nigga’s a fool.” He said.
“I’m glad that he is. Because if he wasn’t, I would’ve never met you.”
“You’re right, baby.”
“Make love to me. Make love to me slow, Nyzon. Please.”
With those encouraging words she whined her hips onto him.
Nothing was rush.
Everything was right.
They made love ten times that night, back to back. For the first time, she reached and orgasm and she had Nyzon to thank. And in the morning she went home, like nothing happened.
And Cray didn’t even know she was gone.
Crayland Bailor
West Baltimore
Poppin’
Cray, Jinx, Vic and Jason were in Mondawmin mall flossing. Each of them had over ten thousand dollars on them a piece as they hit the stores.
“Cray…let me holla at you for a sec.” Jinx said.
“What’s up?” he asked as they walked away from the Bmore crew while they walked into a store.
“Yo Jason is gettin’ reckless wit his mouth game. He stay tellin’ mothafuckas what blocks we got. How we gettin’ our money and all this otha bullshit. Yo be braggin’ like shit, Cray. So if niggas wanted to, no doubt they
could hit our heads. He dangerous, man.”
Cray was quiet because he also noticed he had a mouth-piece on him. And the only reason he didn’t deal with it earlier was that he was hoping it would go away. And Jason was his man, and he couldn’t push off on him like he normally would somebody else.
“Oh…and I heard when you put him on Swizz’s broad, he started fuckin’ wit her home girl and almost fucked everything up. The chick was runnin’ around tellin’ everybody that he was a bum nigga. It almost fucked us up.”
Now that he didn’t know. Something was going to have to give. Cray just needed time to think.
“I’m on it. Thanks for lettin’ me know.”
“No doubt,” he said giving him a pound. “I been tryin’ to tell you all day, but Jason be on you like a leech.”
Cray grinned, still fucked up about what was said.
They walked slowly back into the store and tried to pretend as if nothing happened. But Cray was going to pull Jason up before shit got out of control.
“Yo…give me six boxes of them timbs in all colors…size 13.” Cray told the sales person in Foot Action as he pulled out his cash and flung a grand on the counter. “And throw in a couple of the plain white-t’s, size double X.”
There were a bunch of females inside of the store hoping to be seen by Cray and his crew. Although they would’ve settled for either one of them, they really wanted Cray because he had money, power and respect.
“Ya, ass buyin’ up everything.” Jason said as he brought ten pairs of sneakers to the counter his self. “Aye, let me get that New York Yankees fitted size 7 and a quarter.”
Jinx and Vic had four bags full of clothes from Changes and grabbed a few timbs for themselves too. By the time they left Foot Action, the manager had to place an order just to restock her store.
“Yo…I hope ya asses don’t fake on me tomorrow night.” Jason said as they walked down the mall. “Cause club Choices gonna be off da chain!”
“I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ no club Choices.” Vic told him. “I’m goin’ to New York.”
“Well I’m wit it.” Jinx said trying to handle his bags.
“Good. But I think that bitch Nesha gonna be there. I don’t feel like dealin’ wit her dumb ass.” Jason said. “She always runnin’ her mouth tellin’ niggas we fuckin’.”
Jinx and Cray looked at each other. This was the best example of the pot calling the kettle black that they’d ever seen.
“She run her mouth, huh?” Cray said sarcastically. “Maybe you should put somethin’ in it.”
“Like my dick?” Jason laughed.
“Like your gun. That’ll stop the shit for good.”
All of the men stopped walking and looked at Cray trying to determine if he was serious.
Cray laughed making them think he wasn’t.
“Anyway, nigga, the other day you were hollerin’ about her givin’ you the crucial ass head job! Now you actin’ like you don’t know the skeezer.” Vic laughed.
“Make up ya mind, yo,” Jinx chimed in.
“Fuck that, bitch.” Cray added walking to the doors leading to the parking lot.
“I just fuck her. She got some good pussy.”
“My man said she got that shit. You betta get checked.” Vic said. “Or that lil mothafucka gonna fall off” he joked.
“What shit?” Jason asked walking toward Cray’s car. “She got the AIDS?”
Whooooom. Crash. Whooooom. Whoooom.
“What the fuck?!” Jason yelled hitting the ground.
“Awwwww shit!” Vic screamed holding his arm, blood spurting from all angles to the concrete. “I been shot.”
Whooooom. Crash! Whoooom. Crash!
Bullets continued to fly, smashing the cars around them. People were running and screaming everywhere.
“Somebody shootin’.” Jinx yelled as they hid behind a white Suburban.
“No shit, nigga!” Cray said grabbing his heat from his pants.
When Jinx looked around the truck, he saw Doles, the nigga he robbed a few months earlier.
“Fuck!” Jinx screamed. “That’s the nigga Doles. How the fuck they knew we were here?” He asked although he already suspected Jason.
Now Cray was enraged. If this was because of Jason he was through with his ass. But first he had to get them out of it.
“Ya’ll got ya’ll lighters on you?” Cray asked.
“Yeah.” Jason and Vic said.
“A’ight…we gotta hit his ass or else he gonna keep coming.” He said looking at them and then at Vic. “You gone be a’ight man. We gonna get you out of here.”
With Jason, Vic and Jinx looking at him for direction, Cray knew he had to step up. If he didn’t get them out of this, he’d never be able to save face. He had to think.
If this nigga got away, he and his crew might as well leave the city because everyone would be coming for their heads. He knew Jinx was a good shot, but the way this nigga was busting off, he’d never get a good view. He had to be the one and he was crazy enough to do it.
To pump himself up he thought about every foul thing that happened to him in his life. And when he was filled with enough anger, hate and greed, he stood up gun in hand, and fired bullets as he walked toward Doles.
“Cray, get down man!” Jason yelled as he saw him facing oncoming bullets.
Whoooom! Whooom! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Cray walked up on Doles firing and hit him right in the arm he was busting off with. Doles tried to pick up his weapon but Cray fired again, hittin him in the shoulder. Cray was maniacal as he approached him. When he was close enough, he saw his body fall on a silver Altima leaving a bloody trail as he leaned on it and slid to the ground. A mother and her child sat nearby watching the entire thing.
“D…Don’t k…kill me, man.” Doles stuttered when Cray walked up on him and held his chest. “Please.”
“I like when my bitches beg.” Cray said standing over him barrel pointing in his face. With that he hit him in the chest again.
Pop!
When his eyes were closed he tucked his weapon in the back of his shirt and saw a woman and her child watching the entire thing.
“Am I gonna have problems from you?” he asked looking at her quizzically.
She shook her head no, holding her child closely.
“Don’t hurt us…please.”
“Give me your wallet.” He demanded.
She did and he removed the driver’s license and tucked it in his pocket throwing the wallet back in her lap.
“Just in case.” He said walking away.
He got three feet ahead of her and figured it was best to take care of loose ends.
She was no longer a woman.
She was a witness.
So he turned back around, pulled out his gun and shot her square in the head leaving her kid alive, screaming.
Cray proved then that he was even more vicious than he realized. But it wasn’t the first time he murdered somebody, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Cray Bailor
My Brother’s Keeper
It was nighttime when Cray sat at a community pool with Jason tied to a chair. Devon, Jinx and Vic stood by his side. This meeting was so secret they didn’t even alert Nyzon and the DC crew.
“Cray, please! You have to listen to me! It wasn’t like that!”
“It wasn’t like what, nigga?”
“It wasn’t me who told somebody where we were. You know I’d never do that.”
His face was wet from crying and that alone enraged Cray. Nobody would vouch to keep his punk ass alive after such an awful display of man-hood.
“It’s nothin’ else to talk about, man. You fucked up. Had it not been for my own quick thinkin’ one of us coulda been killed at the mall. You runnin’ around town tellin’ niggas how we get our money, and where we be it and you askin’ me to spare your life? Why shouldn’t I kill yo ass, J?”
What the members didn’t know was that Cray wanted him to say something
, just one thing to convince him to spare his life. He was the one dude Cray knew would bend over backwards for him, but he had female tendencies, and Cray hated that about him. He let the money rule his thought process and that was a bad trait to have in the drug game.
“’Cause you know me.”
“You ain’t said nothin’ yet, nigga.”
The men cocked their weapons.
“Okay…Okay. Uh…I know somethin’ that you want to know.”
“Start talkin’.” Cray responded.
“I know somethin’ bout Nyzon and Tiara.” He cried. “They ain’t all the way real wit you man.”
“Fuck this nigga talkin’ bout? Put it too his ass Cray.” Jinx interrupted.
“Man I’m givin’ you a chance to tell me why I should spare your life and you rappin’ to me about Ny and Tiara? You betta come wit somethin’ else man.”
“It’s true. I saw them.”
“Cray, don’t listen to this shit. Scared niggas have no heart,” Jinx replied.
Cray looked at his cousin Devon and he shrugged his shoulders. Because even if it were true, would it be enough to save his life? It could be a reason to kill him considering he waited until his death bed to let him know. Cray decided then that he didn’t believe him.
“You got one more chance to convince me.”
Jason was silent before saying, “You should let me live because I love you. And we been boys since we were kids. Don’t nobody got secrets like us, man. Don’t do this. I made a mistake but it won’t happen again. Please.”
