by Natavia
She lifted her helmet. “Didn’t I tell you bitches I was sending y’all on a trip to the morgue?” she asked pointing the gun at my head and pulling the trigger.
Corey
I got a call this morning saying that Myla and Quayla were killed leaving the club. I felt bad in a way because of how I treated her. She was a pest but she didn’t deserve to be murdered. But that bitch Quayla I could care less about.
I walked into Royal’s and Cam’s spot and they had a few people over there going over their wedding plans. They said Jamie was supposed to be planning it but she was put on bed rest because of her accident. That’s what she told me but Jamie lied so damn much I didn’t believe anything that came out of her mouth. That was real fucked up what she did to my nigga, Killa. That nigga was a good dude to her and she pulled the hoe card on him.
Tee-Tee was tasting some cake and slipped a small piece inside of Coren’s mouth.
“Yo, Tee-Tee what the fuck I tell you about that? She already chubby! What you want her to become a diabetic before she hits one?” I asked, whispering so my mother wouldn’t hear me.
“Corey, don’t start this shit with me right now! We are in here doing a cake tasting for the wedding and you over here tripping and ready to scare these people off!” she whispered back. I grilled her then walked off.
“Cam, where my brother at?” I asked her.
“He was in the basement lifting weights. He says it’s too much women up here for him,” she laughed.
The doorbell rang. “Corey, honey, can you get that for us?” my mother asked.
“Y’all tripping!” I said walking to the door. They knew I hated answering the door over other people’s crib.
I opened the door and it was Gary and Raja standing there. I grilled the both of them because they got on my fucking nerve. Gary was cool, though, I wasn’t a homophobic or no shit like that. As long as he kept his eyes to himself then he was okay with me. Now, Kimmy’s bitch ass, I would fuck up because she knows she is a nigga while she be staring and trying to feel on someone on the low. My stomach started getting queasy thinking about that nasty shit.
“What’s up Sweet and Low?” I asked them laughing.
“Nigga, move the fuck out of my way! Don’t let the tracks fool you, nigga! I can still fight like a man!” Gary said, making me laugh.
“Yes, ma’am!” I told him, letting them walk in.
“Raja, why you doing my little nigga, Rico, dirty?” I asked her and she grilled me. Raja was actually a pretty chick but she was hella of short. She could probably suck a dick standing up that’s just how short she was.
“Because he has a girlfriend that he lied about! So, tell that fuck nigga to stay the hell away from me with his bitch ass!” she said. Her mouth was also terrible and she could give Tee-Tee a run for her money. They both were some straight-up hood chicks.
“He knocked you up so what you mad for? You got to deal with your baby daddy eventually!” I laughed making her mad.
“Damn, he runs his mouth! That shit is not funny!” she said, getting mad.
I pinched her cheek and she slapped my hand away. I always liked fucking with Raja because she would get mad and start cussing a nigga out in her squeaky voice.
“Tee-Tee, come and get this Looney Tune before I bite his damn knees!” she said, walking into the living room, making everyone laugh.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. Pam, I didn’t mean to curse. Your son is not right and he ready to make me catch a case,” she said.
Royal came up the steps wiping his forehead off with his towel. This nigga stayed working out.
“About time, nigga! You got me over here with all these females!” I told him and he laughed. He kissed mama on her cheek then he kissed Cam.
“Come down in the basement and lift some weights with me. You looking a little fat!” he joked poking my stomach.
“Man, that’s a six-pack, I know you better chill the fuck out!” I laughed.
“The language! Don’t you see we have guests!” our mother snapped at me.
“I’m sorry, Ma,” I told her.
“Yeah, watch your mouth, Corey!” Tee-Tee said.
“I don’t tell you that when you be having my d—” I stopped talking when my mother grilled the hell out of me. I just laughed and walked downstairs behind Royal.
“Yo, you stay fucking the peace up! But no lie, I wanted to laugh for what you was ready to tell Tee-Tee. If you had said that shit in front of Mama, she would’ve whipped your ass!” he said laughing.
“Man, whatever! But you got some shit to deal with, though. That nigga, Fitz, is out of hand and since he works for you, I think its best you deal with it. I’m not trying to step on your toes or anything like that,” I told him.
“Okay, what’s up?” he asked doing sit-ups.
I told him everything that Killa told me and he just gave me a blank stare. I guess he couldn’t believe that Fitz was a gay nigga, neither.
“You lying! Nigga, is something wrong with you?” Royal asked me.
“Fuck I need to lie for? The nigga put a hit out on Killa and I’m salty about that shit! What if Kang Li didn’t hit me up and gave it to someone else? What if they would’ve ran up on Jamie while she was with him? Hitmen don’t give a fuck about nobody! You know how many I people I had to murk for just being in the presence of my target? They have no feelings! Killa could’ve even been around one of y’all! This shit is serious, nigga! Those motherfuckers don’t know who I’m related to, and do you think they would care? They are getting paid! I knew Kang Li was trying to look out for me in a crazy-ass way. He was trying to warn me! A few of the pictures we were in, so that means we were being stalked! That’s what hitmen do! We stalk you and feel out your moves to determine when we can take you out! So, I’m telling you, handle it because if I do, there will be no mercy!” I told Royal.
This nigga could be in denial all he wanted because Fitz was like a brother to him. But Killa was like a brother to me and when it all boils down, I would murk the nigga myself and say fuck his feelings.
“Let’s go!” he said, putting a shirt and hoody on.
“Nigga, you not going to wash your ass?” I asked him.
“Yo, shut the fuck up and bring your ass on! Before I knock your bitch ass the fuck out!” he said flexing on me. This nigga was definitely in his feelings. I didn’t say shit else because I knew if I did, he and I would be going toe-to-toe with each other.
He sped to Fitz’s house and got there in twelve minutes. It was really a twenty-minute drive from his house doing the speed limit.
We got out and he banged on the door and Kimmy opened it, looking just like a woman. There was no way in hell I would have ever guessed that she was a man.
“Where your bitch at? Royal asked Kimmy.
“Don’t be coming in here with that fucking attitude! You can get the fuck out!” he said.
Royal pulled a gun out and pointed it at his face. “Bitch, I’m not fucking with you! Where is he at?” he gritted.
“I don’t know!” he said.
“Pull down your pants!” Royal said.
“Nigga, is you serious?” I asked him not really wanting to know if Kimmy was really a man.
“You damn right because this shit is not adding up!” Royal said.
“What is wrong with you?” Kimmy cried.
“Do what the fuck I tell you! You have ten seconds and you if you don’t, I will fucking shoot you! Drop them now!” Royal yelled. This nigga was really in his feelings because Fitz was gay. But then again, if I had known a nigga for years and he was gay and I didn’t know, I might feel some type of way, too. Kimmy was like Family. This was just too much.
Kimmy pulled her stretch pants down along with her underwear and there it was. This bitch had a dick! My stomach started getting queasy. I felt like I had to throw up.
“Are y’all happy now!” he cried. I kind of felt bad for him.
“What the fuck y’all got going on in here?” Fitz asked
, walking into the house finding Kimmy’s dick hanging out with Royal pointing a gun at him.
“Nigga, we should be asking you that!” I told him.
“I just knew that nigga was going to run his mouth!” Fitz said, plopping down on the couch sweating; he was nervous.
“After you put a hit out on him! Yo, that was fucked up! My sister could’ve gotten killed too!” I told him.
“Yo, I didn’t put a hit out on anyone!” Fitz said. There was just too much shit going and it was making my head spin.
“What the fuck is y’all doing?” Ashaun asked, walking in. He must have been with Fitz.
“We trying to figure out what the fuck is going on!” Royal said.
Ashaun laughed and sat down on the couch. This was a fucking crazy-ass nigga. He had been distant lately and he barely came around. I didn’t even know what was up with this nigga anymore. For all I knew, him and Fitz could be on some fuck shit together.
“I guess y’all found out about Killa?” he asked.
“Fuck you talking about?” I asked.
“I put the one hundred thousand dollars on his head! I guess y’all thought I was going to let him fuck me up and let it slide! Then he parading around here with my ex-wife and y’all niggas think that shit is cool? Fuck that nigga! I been around longer than he has! Y’all been putting that nigga over me! I’m like a fucking brother to y’all and this what y’all do!” Ashaun yelled.
“Man, I didn’t have nothing to do with this! I told Ashaun it was fucked up but the nigga never listens! Now, look at this shit! Y’all in my fucking business!” Fitz said, wiping his forehead.
Royals lowered his gun. “You knew about this shit and didn’t tell no damn body! Do y’all niggas not know how serious this shit is? Killa is fucking FAMILY! Y’all just going to play with his life like that?” Royal asked Fitz.
“I been trying to call the nigga but he never answers the phone!” Fitz said. I knew the real reason why Fitz was calling, and it wasn’t to tell Killa about Ashaun. Fitz’s big ass was lying. He and Ashaun were closer than he and Killa. Fitz wasn’t going to tell anybody nothing. He just wanted to know what Killa saw when he walked in on Kimmy.
I stole Fitz in his mouth because he stayed on Ashaun’s dick. Both of these niggas are dead to me!
“You fucking with that nigga can get you killed? What, y’all sucking each other’s, dicks now?” I asked.
“It’s not even that serious! The nigga still breathing, isn’t he?” Ashaun stated nonchalantly. I hated this fuck nigga!
“I want one hundred g’s by tonight or I’m busting in your crib and killing anybody in there!” I told Ashaun.
“You going to let this nigga call the shots?” Ashaun asked Royal.
“Kim, or Ken, whatever the hell your name is, go upstairs until we’re done down here!” Royal said, and Kimmy took off running up the steps.
Royal smacked Ashaun across the face with the butt of his gun. “I done fucking had it with your bitch ass! Don’t you ever question me about how I run shit, nigga! I been meaning to stick my foot up your ass for the way you did my fucking sister! You ain’t shit but a fronting-ass nigga! You had a problem with Killa, you should’ve handled that shit like a real nigga with your bitch ass,” Royals said to him. He put his gun away then hit Ashaun in his face again, knocking him on the floor.
“Tonight, nigga, I want my fucking money! Meet me at the pier, 11 p.m. sharp, or I’m gunning for your bitch ass! Let you try some slick shit, nigga, and watch how I have your mother and father on the news getting carried out in those black bags!” I told Ashaun. This fuck nigga was giving me my money back.
Ashaun grilled me with anger in his eyes, but he knew what time it was. You never plotted a death or killed someone within the Fam because, once you did, there were consequences. If Killa would’ve gotten murked for that shit then Ashaun would be dead right about now. We took this Fam shit to heart!
“Fitz, if I was you, I would have skipped town because you knew what the fuck he was doing! I don’t trust niggas like y’all! Bunch of fucking snakes. You should’ve said something! Your loyalty to me is before that fuck nigga! I’m the one that feeds you, nigga! Your whole lifestyle is because I made that shit happen! Be gone by tonight and take that thing upstairs with you! You wanted Killa dead, too, because you thought he was going to tell everybody that your big ass is gay! It’s all cool, though, in this life niggas like y’all can be replaced!” Royal said, walking out of the door.
“Tonight, Fitz! If you are not gone, I’m busting up in here, airing everything out!” I told him walking out.
Ashaun
I have something for these fuck niggas! Royal’s bitch ass was supposed to be riding with me! We been niggas since Elementary school and he straight made me look like a bitch. I wanted to bust on him earlier at Fitz’s crib but I wouldn’t had made it out alive. That crazy motherfucker, Corey, would’ve chopped me up.
I want to know how they found out I put a hit out on that nigga. But anything is possible with Corey—the nigga is a pain in the ass. It was all good, though, because one hundred g’s wasn’t shit. I got something for all of those motherfuckers! He threatened my family and I knew he would make good on it. I understood why my cousin, Man-Man, wanted him to go out first. Man-Man tried telling me that those niggas were foul but I didn’t want to see it.
I was the one who cut the brake line on Jamie’s car. That bitch fucked my reputation up. I do love my shorty, Cali, but she had a past that makes a nigga like me look bad. Killa and Jamie just had to go and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure they did. I knew I needed to leave town for a bit but this shit was far from over! I knew where everyone laid their heads at! They got the game fucked up.
I parked by the pier when a black Yukon Denali pulled up. The headlights shut off and I got out.
The figure walked closer to me but I couldn’t see their face. I wasn’t sure who this was because this person appeared to be taller and bigger than Corey. It had to be Royal.
I tossed the bag. “It’s all there!” I said and they chuckled.
“You sound just like a bitch!” the familiar voice said. I tried pulling my gun out but it was too late; a bullet pierced through my chest then exited out of my back. I fell to the ground. “You know why they call me Killa, don’t you?” he said, standing over me as I struggled to breathe.
He kneeled down beside me. “I’m about to murder your bitch ass just like I murdered my shorty’s pussy!” he said, standing up.
“Fuck you!” I spat.
“See you in hell, nigga!” he said, pointing his gun to my head, letting off a couple of rounds…
Cam
Three months later…
It was my wedding day and I was nervous and sweaty.
“Stop panicking, Cam, you look beautiful!” Pam said to me while my mom fixed my make-up.
I started crying because I was nervous. Royal and I were ready to spend the rest of our lives together.
“It’s okay, baby. Once you say ‘I do’ the nervousness goes away with happiness,” Pam said rubbing my back.
I had on a vintage-styled Jenny Packham, sheer-sleeved, fanned, beaded gown. I had a pair of Jimmy Choo, pewter-colored, glitter, strappy sandals on my feet. My hair was cut into a deep-wave bob with a red rose behind my ear. My deep-red lipstick made me look like one of those mob wives from the 50s.
I called Jamie because she couldn’t make it. She had to stay on bed rest for her entire pregnancy. I was sad because she wasn’t here.
“Hey, Cam,” she cried into the phone.
“Stop, girl, before you make me cry again and ruin my make-up! This baby is more important than a ceremony that only takes twenty minutes, if that!” I told her.
“I know, but I was supposed to help you plan the wedding and I can’t even be there! I’m pissed the hell off!” Jamie said.
“Our moms took care of the planning so don’t trip off that! You know they got style, but anyways, I’m just h
appy that you are finally ready to have a baby,” I told her.
“That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you, Killa and I are having twins!” she said. I felt like jumping for joy because that was God’s doing. He was blessing her with two to make up for lost times.
“A blessing, hunttyyy!” I said mocking Tataliscious.
“Well I’m going to let you go. Make sure y’all save me some cake and tell Killa, don’t forget my plate. Oh, and I want extra potato salad!” she said cracking up.
