by Styles, T.
“Nyzon, please! I was such a fuckin’ fool! I know it now and I’m willin’ to ride with you no matter where we go. Don’t do this to me! Don’t do this to us!”
“Do this to us? You did this shit! I was ready to take a bullet for you! And you made me realize you ain’t worth it.”
He stopped and she ran up to him, dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his legs. The rain soaking them both didn’t stop the emotions from running heavy. All he wanted to do was lift her up and tell her everything was okay. But the games. The hurt. He wasn’t willing to deal with it. In his book, it wasn’t worth it anymore.
“Nyzon…what’s going on?” Angel asked witnessing the entire thing as she stood behind them, umbrella in hand.
“Nothing…go to the car.” He told her as she walked passed them both, without a rebuttal. She knew Nyzon would rip into her if she didn’t obey him.
Tiara stood up and kept her eyes on Angel until she got into the car and closed the door.
“Nyzon, I know you don’t love her. She’s not the woman for you. It’s me. It’s been me all along. Let’s start our family. She can’t love you like me. She can’t make you call out her name like you call out mine when we make love. Your body needs me and mines needs you.”
“It don’t matter cause it’s over, Tiara.” He was saying all of this without looking into her eyes.
“I was afraid, baby.” She continued ignoring his comment. “Afraid to let you love me. I thought Cray was what I deserved because he was there for me when my father died. But I was wrong. So wrong. I deserve better. I deserve a man with the honor my father had. But if you leave me, I’ll die.” She was crying heavily.
“You shoulda thought about that before you chose. I’m out of here.”
Nyzon walked to his Benz and pulled off. Tiara held her stomach as she cried so hard that it felt as if she’d been doing sit ups. Her life was officially over and she needed God himself to come down and give her direction. The headlights going completely out of view symbolized the end. She dropped to her knees and prayed for an answer.
“God, do You want me to die? Do You want me to kill myself? Because if that man leaves me, I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to live!”
And then she saw him, running back toward her as if he’d forgotten something. He’d sent Angel on her way, without him and his ride. Just the sight of him eased the ache in Tiara’s heart.
Standing before her, Nyzon reached down and extended his hand. She rose. Wiping the wet hair from her face he said, “If you’re down wit me then be down wit’ me. Don’t fuck wit my head, Tiara. It’s all or nothin’.”
“I am down with you, Nyzon, and I don’t care what happens.”
“All hell is getting’ ready to break lose if we stay together.” He said calmly. “Are you ready?”
“I’ll go through the fire with you.”
“Good.” He said seriously. “Cause that’s what you gonna have to do.”
With that, they engaged in a heavy kiss, and she gave her heart to him, and he vowed his life to her.
Nyzon Peate
Calm Before The Storm
Nyzon and Tiara had been staying at his aunt Jackie’s for two weeks. All he told his aunt was that he was in love with her, and that they had to get away. Pouring the love she had for her sister onto Nyzon, she willingly allowed them too.
Cray still didn’t know that Tiara had run off with Nyzon but everyone saw the visible effects of Cray missing her on his face, not to mention business was suffering greatly in Bmore. He didn’t shower and he became meaner than ever before. And as if matters couldn’t get any worse, the DC cops had made it known that anybody who was willing to give them solid information about the Kings of 295 would be rewarded….greatly. All Nyzon wanted to do was stack his chips and leave the state. And after talking to his boxing coach, he knew exactly where he’d go.
“What’s wrong?” Nyzon asked after hearing Tiara sniffling next to him as they lay in the bed together.
“Did you have a good relationship with your mother?”
Nyzon moved uncomfortably never fully telling her about his past.
“Not really.”
“I…I never understood why my mother didn’t love me.”
“How you know she didn’t?”
“It never felt like it. It felt like she hated me for some reason.”
“You said she was on drugs baby. If that’s the case, you never got a chance to know your real mother. That shit gets your mind fucked up.”
“I’d really like to see her before we leave. I got to know why she did me the way that she did. But I don’t know where she is.”
Tiara was going through a mental breakdown worrying about everything. Just like her mother, when the heat was on, she lost all reason. And she wanted loose ends tied before they left.
“I’ll find out where she lives. DC too small to hide. I’ll take you to her before we roll. I promise.”
“I love you Nyzon.”
“I love you more.”
Cray Bailor
My Man, A Hundred Grand
Three weeks had passed and still no word on Tiara’s whereabouts. Cray was at his wits ends. He wasn’t handling business, he didn’t bathe and he drunk Hennessey like it was water. He was sitting in his living room with Devon, Jinx and Blunt when his phone rang. An insignificant female he picked up earlier sat by his side as he pressed the button to the speakerphone.
“Who’s this?”
“Somebody who knows where Tiara is going next.”
“What’s your name?”
“Monesha.”
They all looked at one anther.
“How you know her?”
“I don’t know her but I do know Nyzon. And she’s with him.”
“With Nyzon?” he asked looking at the phone like it was a science project. “Fuck you mean she wit Nyzon?” He’d just seen Nyzon yesterday and he acted as if all was good. I guess it was, he was fucking his girl.
“I overheard Lazarick talking to Royala about it and me and him together. I think there over my stepmom Jackie’s house. They’re planning to run away together.”
“You heard all this shit?”
“Yes.”
Cray wanted to dismember Nyzon for embarrassing him. And to think, he’d killed his best friend right before he tried to put him on to Nyzon’s deceit. If Jason knew, he wondered who else did. The alcohol made him believe everyone was in on it.
“Ya’ll knew about this shit?” he questioned his boys.
“Why you gotta ask me some bullshit like that?” Devon asked. “I told you not to trust them DC niggas.”
Cray cracked his knuckles and for no reason, hit the female with him in the face so hard, her jaw automatically readjusted itself and she passed out cold.
He rubbed his knuckles carless about whom he just hurt. He was beyond furious. He had this nigga in his house and here he was fucking his girl. His boys shook their heads in disgust after hearing the news and witnessing the victim on the floor. The same nigga who saved his life wanted his wife. The Kings of 295 were no more after this shit.
“You betta not be fuckin’ wit me.” Cray told her. “Cause I’m the wrong dude.”
She paused sensing his evil. “Uh…uh…I’m not lyin! I heard about you.” She assured him.
“What do you want?”
“I got the address and all I’m askin’ for is some money and for you to leave my aunt Jackie out of it.”
“Stop lyin’. This ain’t about money. What is this about?”
“I got my reasons.”
“What’s the address?”
She gave it to him.
“You’re not going to bother my aunt right?”
“I’ma pay ya ass,” he said ignoring her question. “but let me know if they go somewhere else. I gotta find this nigga like yesterday.”
“I will. But what about my aunt...”
He hung up. When he got off the phone he looked at his boys
angrily.
“I want this mothafucka found and brought to me! And if anybody get in the way, murder them too!”
“I told you not to trust them DC niggas.” Devon said not helping the matter one bit.
“It don’t even matter no more. Bring his bitch ass to me, I don’t care if you have to launch a thousand bullets to find him.”
“What about the connect info?” Blunt asked.
“If you keep Tiara alive, he’ll tell us everything we need to know.” Devon reminded him.
“Cool, and when we’re done,” Cray said sipping the last of his drink. “I want them both buried!”
Nyzon Peate
Tiara of DC
Cooks and Simon couldn’t believe their eyes. Tiara although beautiful was forbidden and standing in the Jackie’s kitchen. All were relieved that Jackie wasn’t home.
“You remember Tiara right?” Nyzon asked as he held her hand.
Royala already knowing the deal dropped her head.
“Tiara of Bmore?” Cooks asked hoping she had a twin out there somewhere. In his heart he knew the obvious, she was Cray’s girl.
“No…Tiara of DC.” Nyzon said calmly.
“What you doin’, man?! This niggas gonna flip when he find out you wit her. You know he been searching’ high and low for this bitch.”
“You family and I love you. But don’t disrespect her again.” Nyzon told her.
“Well what you want me to say?! You’re about to start a war over this….girl,” he said exchanging his original words for less harsh ones.
“It’s too late now,” Royala added. “We got to deal with the situation as it is.”
“And what about The Kings?” Simon asked. “What about the money?”
Tiara held her head down feeling as if all the violence that was to come, was all her fault.
“Tiara, go to the guestroom.” Nyzon advised. She walked away sadly.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to ya’ll about. The cops have been comin’ around the blocks more anyway. Ya’ll know that. I don’t know what’s going on, but I think somebody tipped them off. I got enough dough saved up for all of us to be a’ight, but we have to get out now before things get out of hand. This shit ain’t got nothin’ to do with Tiara. It was war anyway.”
“But look how you doin’ it, man?” Simon insisted. “You broke bread wit that man. You ain’t got no business bein’ wit’ his girl.”
“It may have been his girl but she’s gonna be my wife. And we in it too deep to turn back now.”
The kitchen was silent.
“Fuck, Nyzon! I can’t believe this shit.” Simon said shaking her head. “This nigga gonna kill you man! You have to let her go.”
“I can’t.” Nyzon said slowly. “Cause if I could, I would’ve done it by now.”
Just when he started to explain, bullets rang through Jackie’s house crashing the windows. Based on the angles, they could tell it was more than one gun. They hit the floor reaching for their pieces when they remembered that Jackie didn’t allow guns in her house so they were all outside in Cook’s car.
“What’s going on?” Tiara screamed running toward them from the back room.
“Get down, baby!” Nyzon called out pulling her to the cold porcelain floor.
With no weapons to defend themselves, they were defenseless.
“Move toward the basement!” Simon advised. “The backyard has a high fence so they can’t get in or see us. We can jump in Cook’s car.”
“Cooks, your car still runnin’ right?” Simon asked. Cooks didn’t answer. When they looked at him he was hunched over on his knees in the corner. “Cooks your car still runnin’ right?”
When Simon moved him, his body slumped backward and onto the floor. He’d been shot in the chest and blood was pouring everywhere.
“Oh no!” Nyzon yelled going toward him. “Get up, Cooks. We gotta go, man! We gotta leave!”
More bullets loomed over their heads and shortened the time for grieving. Nyzon was still tugging at him when Royala pulled his arms. Simon was right beside him speechless. His brother had just been murdered and Tiara sat by the sidelines crying. He looked at her once wandering if her death would put him at ease.
“This not her fault, Simon.” Royala said reading her mind. “This not her fault. We gotta go.”
“Cooks! Come on!” Nyzon continued in shock and not knowing how to deal with the situation.
“We got to bounce, Ny! Come on Simon we got to move!” Royala yelled. She was in charge.
Bullets still ripped through the house as they ran toward the basement. It was obvious they were trying to kill everybody inside, innocent or not.
“My brother!” Simon yelled swinging into the air. “My fuckin’ brother is dead!”
“I’m sorry, man. This is all my fault. I fucked up. I shoulda neva came here.” Nyzon yelled.
“Lada for that shit, we got to get out of here.” Simon grew stronger in the minute.
Out the back door they dipped and into Cooks awaiting car. All of their weapons were tucked inside on the floor. Cray, Blunt, Devon and Jinx saw the car rushing from the back knocking Jackie’s wooden fence down. Cray’s car pursued them in a high speed chase shooting bullets out the window. They wanted blood.
In Cray’s car
“I want that nigga’s heart!” Cray reloaded his weapon as Devon drove.
“But what about the connect info?” Devon reminded him. “If we kill him it’s a wrap. We can forget about findin’ out we been dealin’ wit’.”
“He’s right,” Jinx added. “We need him alive.”
“Shit!” Cray yelled remembering. If he told them to shoot him anyway, it would be obvious that the only thing he cared about was getting revenge on Nyzon for stealing Tiara from him.
He knew they couldn’t understand. He was the one who molded her pussy. He was the one who fucked with her young mind until it was just right. He was the one who made her a queen by forcing her to be willing, wanting and able. And at the end of the day, he didn’t know what he had until it was gone. Still he had to regroup.
Coming to his senses he said, “Slow down Jinx. Let’s let them think he got away.” Cray said softly. “I’ll catch up wit his ass later.
No sooner than he said that, he saw a saw a Maryland tag he thought he’d seen earlier. But with everything going on, he thought he lost his mind. I’m just trippin’.
In Cook’s Car
“Looks like we lost him.” Royala said as Simon continued to speed off down the road.
“Yeah…for now.” Nyzon said knowing he’d never give up until he had them. “For now.”
Monesha Heart
Southeast D.C
Suckers
“That feels so good baby.” Monesha moaned as she lie face up on the couch while Lazarick sucked her toes. “Make it real wet.” She loved when he put extra spit on them and twirled his tongue around her toes. It turned her on.
She was wearing a pink mini t-shirt and her thong panties. Lazarick had always been wanting Monesha since middle school and now that Nyzon made it clear that he wasn’t entertaining her, despite her, she settled for a flunkie ass nigga.
“Like this, baby?” he asked putting four of her toes in his mouth at a time.
She was just about to play with her pussy when she heard a slight knock at the front door of the apartment they shared together. Lazarick jumped up to open it without seeing who was behind the door first. They ordered some pizza and thought it was there.
When he opened the door, Cray unleashed four bullets into his body. Once he dropped to the floor, Cray, Devon, Blunt and Jinx moved behind him and inside the apartment.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Monesha screamed.
Cray walked up to her and wrapped his hand around her throat silencing her.
“Shut the fuck up!” he warned. He had the eyes of a killer. “Now you got my cash so tell me where I can find Nyzon.”
When he released her, she rubbed her throat
and said, “I told you where he was when you gave me the money. That’s all I know.”
“Yeah well he ain’t there no more.”
“But I don’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, he shoved the barrel of his gun inside her pussy and jabbed upward. The heat from him just shooting Lazarick burned her skin.
“I promise.” She cried harder, shaking her head from left to right, careful not to move too much for fear of the gun going off. “I don’t know where he is. Please don’t kill me. I wouldn’t lie to you. I know you don’t play that shit.”
Cray not up for the games cocked his gun back.
“Okay…Okay…I might have something else.”
“Start talkin’.”
“A few days ago I think Nyzon called Lazarick to find Tiara’s mother.”
“Tiara’s mother?” he said. He had forgot she was even alive.
“Yeah. He said he seemed upset. He didn’t tell him why.”
“Go head.”
“I think…I think the number may be in his cell phone. Lazarick stored it in there for Nyzon when he got it from work. Maybe he’s going there.” Lazarick worked for Verizon, the telephone company, so he was able to get any information he needed. “His phone is in his pocket.”
“Get it.” He told Blunt.
Blunt rummaged through the men’s jeans on the floor releasing a cell phone. Cray sat impatiently.
“You see it?”
“I don’t know what I’m looking for.” He said scanning through the numbers.
“I think her name is Tara.”
When Blunt saw the name he nodded that he had it.
“See…I told you.” She said hoping he’d leave her alone. “I wouldn’t fuck wit you.”
