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by Ms. Michel Moore


  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Sheika

  After being in the house for a week nursing my wounds and using cocoa butter on my scars, it was finally time to get out and do some much needed shopping. I was on my way to the bus stop when a car pulled up on me. I was scared because I didn’t know who the fuck it was. “Miss Jones,” a woman in the passenger seat yelled at me.

  “Hello. Do I know you?” I asked suspiciously because I’d never seen this bitch before.

  “No, but my name is Federal Agent Rodriguez. Get in the car.”

  “Lady, I don’t know no federal agent and I damn sure ain’t going anywhere with you right now.”

  “I said get in the car, or I will step out of this car and lock your ass up for money laundering and conspiracy to distribute crack cocaine.”

  “Say what? I ain’t distribute no crack and I ain’t got no damn money.”

  “Get in the car,” she yelled.

  I looked over at the driver and then back at the bitch who was yelling. I swear I had no idea what was going on and I needed to know. Shit, I ain’t never been locked up and I had no intention of going to jail.

  I opened the door and got into the car. I was nervous as hell and I felt like I wanted to piss on myself. I hoped this was a joke.

  “Pull off,” she told the driver.

  “Where are we going, lady? This is kidnapping. I ain’t tell you I was going nowhere with you.”

  “Miss, like I said before, I am a U.S. federal agent, and this is my partner, Agent Smith. We want to talk to you, so we are taking you to our office on Broad Street. Here are my credentials so you know we are not kidnappers, but federal agents.”

  She shoved her badge in my face. I read her name. I was sweating bullets. What could the feds want to talk to me about? I didn’t break no law or anything like that. This shit sounded serious as hell. I started praying to God because I felt so alone right now.

  They pulled into a garage and we walked into what seemed like an office. “Sit down,” she said as she shoved a seat to me.

  “Listen, lady, I don’t know what you talking about. If I’m under arrest, I think I need a lawyer.” I didn’t know shit about the law, but I’ve watched enough Law & Order to know that I do have rights.

  “No, you’re not under arrest, but you can talk to us now or you can get indicted and slapped with several federal charges along with your drug-dealing boyfriend.”

  She threw some pictures on the table in front of me. I thought about touching them, then quickly dismissed that idea.

  “Go ahead and take a look.”

  I looked at her, then at her partner. I then looked down at the bundle of Polaroid pictures that were in front of me. I swallowed hard and picked up the pictures. One by one, I looked through them. What the fuck is this?

  There were several pictures with Tony coming in and out of his trap house, and pictures of him with several dudes in his clique. The last four pics, I noticed, were of me and him. Oh, my freaking God! What kind of stunt were they trying to pull off? I mean, just because they had a few picture of me going in this nigga’s place didn’t mean anything.

  I shoved the pictures back to the other side of the table. “This don’t prove anything other than I visited a friend a few times.”

  “Listen, Miss Jones. I don’t think you understand what is going on here. Mr. Branch and his crew are some of the biggest dope suppliers in the Northeast. We’ve had them under surveillance for quite some time now. We do know that you provide him with information and you’re also his ear in the streets, which make you a conspirator. With the amount of drugs and guns he’s moved, you will be slapped with several charges on an indictment.”

  I looked at this bitch like she was crazy. Indictment? Conspirator? What was this bitch saying? I knew her ass was just bluffing. I wasn’t wrapped up in any of his illegal activity. I was only fucking the nigga and I supplied his ass with a few details now and then.

  “Listen, lady, no disrespect. But I know you ain’t got shit on me, so you need to go holla at the nigga you really after.” I got up. I was ready to go.

  “Sit down! I promise you that we’re going to arrest him, and you will be arrested too. This ain’t no joke, so if I were you I would consider my options before you get buried for a street thug who has a woman, and who watched you get beaten down and didn’t do a damn thing to help you. You need to consider fast, because I have no problem slapping you with several charges. This is the federal government, and it’s as serious as it’s going to get.” She then moved away from my face.

  “Can I go now?” I turned to her partner and asked.

  “Sure, but here is our card. Please consider what she just said.” He shoved a card on the table in front of me.

  I took up the card without thinking and walked out. Once I was out of their office and into the corridor, I let out a long sigh. While I was there, I felt like I was going to suffocate, and that federal bitch sure didn’t make it any easier. I knew she had a job to do but, damn, did she really have to be that cold? I was happy to step outside the building.

  I leaned on the building for a few minutes before I walked across the street to jump on a bus. I was in no mood to go shopping after what I just went through. This was some crazy shit.

  * * *

  I hadn’t been out of the house since the fucking feds scared the hell out of me. I would hear noises outside and I would peep through the curtains to see what was going on. I also thought about leaving, but I had nowhere to go and they were the feds. I was pretty sure that if they wanted to find little old me, they had the resources to do so.

  I’d tried calling Tony since the day I got home, but instead of answering the phone he kept pressing ignore. I dialed his number again. This time I was going to leave his ass a message. I just hoped the feds didn’t have his phone tapped, also.

  The phone rang and rang until his voicemail picked up. “Hey, this Sheika. I need to talk to you. It’s very important. I swear it really is.”

  I hung the phone up, and went back to browsing Facebook. My phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID. I guess he got my message. “Hello, nigga. I been calling you.”

  “Surprise, bitch, this is Lashia, his woman. I see that ass whupping didn’t do no justice ’cause here you are blowing up my man’s phone.”

  “Listen, bitch, you ain’t whup my ass. I bet you the next time I see you, it won’t be like that. But like I said, if you was fucking him right, he wouldn’t want to be sucking and fucking my pussy.”

  “You’re a fucking joke.” Then she yelled in the background, “Honey, come tell this little stupid-ass bitch not to call your phone no mo’.”

  This bitch was silly. Big Tony knew how much I’d done for him, and there was no way he was going to fuck that up over no pussy that could be easily replaced. I waited on the phone, rolling my eyes.

  “Ay, yo, what’s good?”

  “Man, I been calling you—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off. “No disrespect, shawty, but stop calling my fucking phone. My woman ain’t feeling us being friends so just lose my number.”

  “Wha—” Before I could get another word in, I heard a click in my ear.

  I sat up on my bed, irritated as fuck. How did I just get disrespected by this nigga I was trying to help? I was furious as hell. I kept trying to call his number back to back, but I got his voicemail. Man, I was hurt as hell, but that was quickly replaced by anger.

  I looked over at the card the feds gave me the other day. I swear, I was tired of people using and abusing me. Let’s see how the fuck he likes it when his ass is locked away for good. I was done playing nice with this fuck nigga and his bitch. I grabbed the card and dialed the number.

  “Miss Jones, I have been expecting your call,” this arrogant-ass bitch said. I was also curious how the bitch knew it was me. I never gave her my phone number.

  “Listen, lady, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been thinking about what you said the
other day and there’s no way I am going to get locked up behind Tony and his illegal activity. I don’t know what you need me to do, but I’m ready.”

  “I’m happy you finally see things our way. I will pick you up tomorrow at ten a.m. near the store we picked you up last time.”

  “All right.” Even though I was motivated to show Tony not to fuck with me, I was also scared for my life. I knew the feds played dirty and couldn’t be trusted. I couldn’t afford to let anyone find out about this because I already knew my ass was going to be killed.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  London

  The days following Keon’s funeral were extra sad for me. I went over to my mama’s house for a few days just to get away and clear my mind a little bit. Mama was very understanding and didn’t ask a lot of questions. I had a lot of decisions to make concerning this baby. I wanted to keep it because it was a part of Keon and me but, then again, I had no idea how I was going to take care of my child financially. I never had to work a day in my life because Keon made sure I had every- and anything that I needed. Now that he was gone, I was clueless how to survive on my own. My bills were paid up for three months, but after that I was doomed. As much as I loved Mama, going back home was not an option.

  I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed it. It was Keon’s brother. “Hello.”

  “Yo, London, just calling to check up you.”

  “I’m just here trying to make it one day at a time. I have something to tell you.”

  “What’s good?”

  “I’m pregnant with yo’ brother’s baby,” I blurted out.

  “Shawty, stop playing like that.”

  “No, I’m dead-ass serious. I found out the other day, but I wanted to wait until after the funeral to tell y’all.”

  “Damn, shawty, that’s what’s up. Maaaaaaa, we having a baby,” he yelled out.

  Oh, Lord, why he got to tell her? I had no idea how she was going to handle this news, especially now that her son was gone.

  “Hello, baby girl? Are you sure? Oh, thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus.”

  It warmed my heart to hear how welcoming they were. It kind of changed my mind 100 percent to have this baby. I didn’t know how I was going to do it on my own, but I had to figure something out fast.

  “And don’t you worry about anything. We got you and the baby. As long as I’m living, my grandbaby ain’t gon’ want for nothing. I’ma make Deon text you my phone number, and you call me if you need anything. You hear me?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “All right, baby girl, here go Deon.”

  “Shawty, you ain’t got shit to worry about for real. We got you, because I know my brother would’ve done the same thing for me.”

  “I so appreciate y’all for real. Do y’all know who killed him yet?”

  “Nah, shawty, that’s what’s bothering me so much. The number that called him was from a burned phone, so that’s no help. I was gon’ ask you to think back on that night, see if there’s anything you can remember. Shawty, I swear I’m not gon’ rest until I kill all parties involved.”

  “Man, I’ve been racking my brain, especially late nights when it’s quiet. All I remember was the street was too dark. I ducked once the shooting started. I wish I had done more to help him out.”

  “Nah, you couldn’t have done anything. My brother was a real soldier and he wouldn’t want you wrapped up in all this shit. But, I promise you and his seed, I’m going to get them niggas.”

  “Thank you, and please be safe out there.”

  “A’ight, shawty. I’ll be in touch.”

  I got off the phone having mixed feelings. I was happy that they accepted me and my baby, but I was sad that I wasn’t no help in identifying Keon’s killer. Tears welled up in my eyes. This shit was fucking sad and I wouldn’t get no closure until his killers were brought to justice or, as I would have preferred, they were gunned down in the streets the same way they gunned my baby down like he was an animal.

  Them motherfuckers were even more disrespectful coming to his funeral like that. I swear, I wished I was in those streets, ’cause I would have handled these niggas my damn self.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Ajanay

  I swear I didn’t really want to hang with this nigga. I knew for a fact that he killed Keon and I knew he had London marked. On my way to his house, all I could think of was trying to come up with a way to get this nigga back. I knew that he was deep into these streets, but I learned that nobody was untouchable. I only hoped Melody didn’t let him know I was on to him.

  I called his phone so he could let me in through the gate. I parked and swallowed hard. I was good at hiding my true feelings and tonight wasn’t no different. I knew I had to be careful because this nigga was a killer, and if he had a hint that I was up to something, I might not make it out.

  “Good evening, babe,” I said as I walked in, switching my ass extra hard.

  “Hey, love,” he said as he locked the door behind us. We walked into the living room together and I kicked off my heels. I was trying to get as comfortable as I could so he wouldn’t see a change in my behavior.

  “I want to talk to you.”

  “Damn, sounds serious. What’s good, shawty?”

  “I need to know, what are you trying to do with me?” I looked at him without blinking.

  “What do you mean?” He giggled.

  “I mean, I fucks with you hard and you fuck with me hard. I think we should make our relationship official. Don’t you think?”

  “Damn, shawty, you’ont think we moving a little too fast? It ain’t even been a month yet.”

  “Nah, I don’t think we’re moving too fast, especially because I’m carrying your seed,” I said without putting much thought into it.

  “Man, you playing. Are you fucking serious?”

  “I’m a grown-ass woman and I have zero time for games. I am dead-ass serious. I took a pregnancy test at home after I missed my period and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. You the only nigga I’m fucking, so that makes you the daddy.”

  He sat there looking at me, while sipping on a glass of liquor. “Man, you just fucked me up wit’ all that.”

  “I mean, if there is no future for us, I can have an abortion. It ain’t like I’m trying to have your baby anyway,” I said.

  “Nah, nah, nah, it ain’t that. I mean, I just wasn’t expecting that. A nigga in these streets heavy, and having a child will only make me more vulnerable to niggas.”

  “Well, you’re in the streets. Not me. I’ve always dreamed about having children of my own, so if you are ready, then I’m ready.” I scooted closer to him and started rubbing his arm.

  “Damn, boo. Man, I don’t know what to say. You can’t live in no projects with my seed. So you gon’ have to move in wit’ me. Damn, man.” He looked he was in heavy thought.

  “Well, I mean, I’m not trying to rush you into anything. I can always get a different place somewhere else.”

  “Nah, shawty. That’s a waste of money when I got a five-bedroom here. Shawty, I need to talk to you.” He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Listen, shawty, I don’t know if you know what I do for a living. I kill people and sell dope. With that said, I don’t allow everybody ’round me, ’cause these niggas and bitches can’t be trusted. I know you have friends and shit, but under no circumstances can you tell them where I stay at. Also, I’m about to give you the code to the gate. Only two people will have it, and that will be you and I, you dig?”

  “Damn, nigga, you acting like you the CIA and shit. If we got to go through all this, you can keep all that shit and I will stay my happy ass over Whitcomb.”

  “Chill out, man. I’m just telling you, I need you to be loyal to me. Don’t trust nobody but me and we be good.”

  “I mean, I don’t know no other way but loyalty. I am falling deep for you and you gonna be my baby’s father, so of course my loyalty is with you,” I assured him while I rubbed his stomach.

>   I unzipped his pants, releasing his dick. I massaged it a few times and then licked the tip of it. “Damn, shawty, give it to a nigga,” he said as he forced my head down farther.

  I took his dick into my mouth and twirled my tongue around the tip. I made love to his manhood while he groaned and professed how much he wanted to be with me. I sucked it harder so I could speed up the process. Within minutes, he busted in my mouth. I wasn’t tripping. I swallowed every drop of his cum.

  “Yo, Nay, I want you as my main bitch, shawty,” he said as he pulled me down on his dick.

  “I got you, daddy.” I winked at him as I straddled him and started riding his dick. Murder was on my mind, and this nigga was definitely the victim.

  * * *

  I was restless the entire night. His ass was knocked out after I fucked him good for about thirty minutes. I lay there, watching him as he snored. It’s crazy that I came into this with clean hands but this nigga had his own motives. See, he thought because I was from Whitcomb I was a dumb bitch. I was determined to show this nigga that there was nothing dumb about us Whitcomb chicks.

  “Hey, baby.” He rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.

  “Hey, boo.” I smiled at him.

  We got up. I made him a hefty breakfast of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and sausage, served alongside orange juice. “Damn, shawty, you fuck a nigga good and can cook. Shit, I got to cuff yo’ ass.”

  I smiled at him and bit a piece of my pancake. I could see the evil in this nigga’s eyes as he sat there eating. What’s crazy was he really believed he had me fooled.

  “Damn, you ain’t gon’ eat all yo’ food?”

  “I’m not too hungry.”

  “You better start eating properly and make sure you feed my baby. Damn, I love the sound of that. I hope it’s a little dude so I can show him how to be a real nigga.”

  You mean a real killer, I thought, but kept my mouth shut.

  After we finished eating, we took a shower and I got dressed.

  “Here is the code to the gate, and this the code to the safe and the front door. Please guard it with yo’ life, shawty. I don’t mind you taking out cash when you need it, but don’t bleed a nigga dry.”

 

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