Obsession

by Treasure Hernandez

  “Tonight,” Sosa answered. He wasn’t sure how shit was going to turn out, but he’d be damned if he just sat around and left his life in the hands of twelve muthafuckas that looked at him like he was an animal. Because that’s just what the DA was going to try to make him look like in the jury’s eyes.

  “Where we heading, baby?” Erica asked.

  “Somewhere quiet,” Sosa told her, not wanting to reveal where they were going with a car full of people.

  The truck pulled up in front of Sosa’s mansion, and Erica hopped out and went inside so she could begin packing up their things.

  “I’m counting on you to hold me down while I’m gone,” Sosa said, looking Lucky in his eyes. “Don’t let me down.”

  “I got you,” Lucky said, as him and Sosa slapped hands.

  “Do your thing, my nigga. I’ll be in touch.” Sosa hopped out the truck and jogged up to the front of his mansion.

  Quick and Major Pain stepped on the hospital elevator and repeatedly pressed for their floor. Both men were silent. Neither could believe that Turf had been shot and was now looking at spending the rest of his life in jail.

  Quick stepped off the elevator and headed to the room that had what looked like about a hundred police standing out front.

  “Excuse me, officers,” Quick said with mock politeness, and him and Major Pain entered the room.

  Once inside the room, Quick saw Goliath sitting by Turf’s bed. “You a’ight?” Quick asked as him and Major Pain stood over Turf.

  “It’s not looking too good for me,” Turf said, taking a hard swallow. “These muthafuckas trying to throw me under the jail.” He nodded to his wrist that was handcuffed to the bed.

  “Damn!” Major Pain shook his head. “Why you ain’t just let that shit slide and call me or Quick so we could’ve handled that shit later for you?”

  “Shit happened too fast.” A tear strolled down Turf’s cheek as he thought back on what had happened. He shed another tear when he thought about his future and the rest of his life behind bars.

  Before he could say another word, Detective Davis entered the room. “Well, well, well,” he said with a smile. “I see we got the whole gang here today.”

  “Now ain’t the time!” Goliath barked as he shot to his feet.

  Detective Davis looked at Goliath and chuckled. “Better sit your big ass down before you get yourself hurt,” he said in a serious tone. “Y’all got five minutes to say your good-byes.” He then exited the room.

  “Fuck him!” Turf looked down at the shit bag attached to his stomach. “Fuck it! Just because I’m out of the game, shit don’t stop,” he said, looking at Quick. “I want you to take over the operation while I’m down.”

  “Me?” Quick asked, a surprised look on his face.

  “Yeah, you. I know you can do it. Goliath has all the information you need.” Turf turned to face Major Pain. “Whatever Quick needs, I want you to back him up.”

  Major Pain nodded his head, but deep down he wanted to be the one in control. Not only was he on the team longer than Quick, but he had also put in way more work than him as well. But since he wasn’t the boss, he decided to bite his tongue.

  “You cool with that?” Turf asked, looking in Major Pain’s eyes.

  “I’m cool with that,” Major Pain replied, especially since he didn’t have much of a choice.

  “Come see me every two weeks, and keep me updated,” Turf said, holding out his fist.

  “I got you.” Quick tapped Turf’s fist with his.

  Before another word could be said, Detective Davis busted in the room with several other officers on his heels. “Okay, everybody out!” he said.

  “Damn! That’s fucked up,” Major Pain said, once the crew was outside. “They trying to throw my man under the jail.”

  “The show must go on,” Goliath said, looking at the two men.

  “We having a meeting tomorrow night. Make sure everybody is there.” Quick thought about how he was going to handle things now, since Turf was no longer in the picture.

  “You need me to do anything tonight?” Major Pain asked.

  “Nah, take the night off. See you at the meeting tomorrow,” Quick told him as him and Goliath walked off.

  “Here.” Goliath handed Quick a set of keys, and the two hopped in the Escalade.

  Quick looked at the keys in the palm of his hand. “What are these for?”

  “Those are the keys to Turf’s mansion,” Goliath said with a smile. “They yours now.”

  Quick looked down at the keys and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only was he the boss now, but he would also be living like one. Never in a million years did he think this day would come—All decisions made would come from him.

  It may have looked like an easy job, but the truth was, Quick didn’t even know what he was getting himself into.

  “Yo, I need to stop by my crib real quick so we can pick up my girl,” Quick said with a smile on his face. He knew Tiffany was going to flip out when she saw the mansion. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he surprised her with the good news.

  Tommy Gunz and Kat sat parked across the street from Quick’s apartment. The two of them had been watching the place for the past four hours.

  “Fuck this shit!” Tommy Gunz huffed. “I’m tired of waiting.” He reached in the backseat, grabbed his shotgun, and cocked a round into the chamber.

  “What you about to do?” Kat asked, a scared look on her face.

  When the two came up with the plan, it had sounded simple, but now when it was time to put in the work, Kat began to get nervous.

  “I think we should wait a little while longer,” she said.

  “Fuck a wait!” Tommy Gunz slid out the car and tossed his hood over his head. “Get in the driver seat and keep this muthafucka running. I’ll be right back,” he said. Then he jogged toward the front door holding the shotgun with two hands.

  Tiffany sat in the crib watching Bad Girls Club, when she thought she heard something tap against the front door.

  “What the fuck was that?” she said out loud as she eased her way over to the window and peeked out. She looked out the window for a few seconds and sucked her teeth when she didn’t see anything. “Must’ve been some stupid kids.”

  She walked back over to the air mattress and sat back down. Before her ass could hit the seat, the front door got blown off the hinges.

  Boooom!

  Someone busted in the apartment. “On the floor now!” he yelled, aiming the shotgun at her face.

  Tiffany heard what the gunman said, but her body was frozen. Her brain was telling her to do what she was told, but her body just wouldn’t cooperate.

  Tommy Gunz roughly tossed her down to the floor. He then squatted down, so she could see his face. “Where it at?” he asked, his breath smelling of tobacco.

  “All the money is in my purse.” Tiffany pointed to her purse that sat over on the counter.

  Tommy Gunz walked over to the counter and snatched up the purse. He emptied everything out onto the floor. He looked down and saw what looked like about five hundred dollars. He smiled. “Oh, you think it’s a game?” he said with a smirk on his face as he walked back over to her.

  Tiffany knew she was about to get her ass beat, but she refused to just tell the gunman where all Quick’s money was. She knew how hard Quick had worked to make that money and she’d be damned if she just gave it up without a fight.

  Tommy Gunz snatched Tiffany by her shirt and brought her to her feet, but she quickly turned and punched him in his face.

  Tommy Gunz’s face didn’t budge as a smirk danced on his lips. He threw his head forward with force and head-butted Tiffany, breaking her nose, and blood ran from her nose like a faucet.

  Tommy Gunz then grabbed his shotgun with two hands and jabbed her in the stomach, causing her to grab her stomach as she doubled over in pain. “Where it at?” he asked again.

  Tiffany looked up at the gunman with a blank expr
ession on her face. The barrel of the shotgun had knocked her out cold.

  “Stupid bitch!” Tommy Gunz walked in the back room and opened the closet and found two duffel bags filled with money. “Jackpot!” He tossed both bags over his shoulder.

  When Tommy Gunz made his way back into living room, he saw Tiffany trying to crawl over to her cell phone that was laid over in the pile where all her other belongings were after he had dumped them on the floor.

  Tommy Gunz smiled as he headed for the door. As he reached for the door, he heard a car horn beeping repeatedly. He snatched the door open and saw Quick heading toward the front door with a seven-foot giant on his heels.

  Kat sat in the getaway car nervously looking over both shoulders, hoping that Tommy Gunz would hurry up before someone came and blew up their spot. As she continued to wait, she saw an all black Escalade pull up in front of the apartment Tommy Gunz had entered.

  “Awww shit!” she said when she saw Quick hop out the truck along with a seven-foot monster. Immediately she began beeping the horn to give Tommy Gunz the heads-up.

  Quick and Goliath hopped out the Escalade and headed for the apartment, until they heard someone beeping their horn like they was crazy.

  “What the fuck!” Quick’s hand automatically went to his hip as he went to go see who was beeping the horn like they was crazy.

  When he got close enough to the car, he saw Kat sitting behind the wheel. He was getting ready to curse Kat out, until he heard Goliath call his name. When he turned around, he saw a hooded man coming from his apartment with what looked like the duffel bags that held all of his money inside.

  But that didn’t bother him. What bothered him was, the gunman held Tiffany in a choke hold and at the side of her head rested the man’s shotgun as the two walked swiftly past them toward the getaway car.

  Quick held his gun down at his side as he watched the love of his life walk by him. He made sure he got a good look at the gunman’s face as he stopped Goliath from firing his weapon.

  “Quick!” Tiffany yelled as the gunman tossed her in the trunk and slammed it shut.

  Tommy Gunz quickly hopped in the passenger seat of the car, and Kat peeled off, leaving the nasty smell of burnt rubber behind.

  “Fuck!” Quick watched the tail lights of the vehicle disappear into the night. It seemed like every time things appeared to be getting better, they were really getting worse.

  “Did you recognize the gunman?” Goliath asked.

  “No. But I damn sure recognized the driver,” Quick told him.

  “What the fuck happened back there?” Kat yelled as she drove through the streets like a madwoman.

  “Slow this muthafucka down before you get us knocked,” Tommy Gunz growled. He unzipped one of the duffel bags.

  When he looked inside, a huge smile appeared across his face. He didn’t think taking Quick’s money would be this easy, though he knew for sure the end result would be shots fired and, most definitely, a man down. “Easy money.”

  “I don’t know why you smiling,” Kat huffed. “He saw both of our faces, genius.”

  “Look like I give a fuck about that?” Tommy Gunz said seriously. “If you scared, then leave town. With your share of the money, you won’t never have to come back.” He chuckled.

  Kat sucked her teeth. “It’s easy for you to say that. Quick’s not going to be coming for you, he’ll be coming for me. He knows everything about me.”

  Tommy Gunz ignored Kat as he thought about how he would spend his share of the money. Never in his life had he ever had this much money at one time, so a million thoughts about how he would spend the money swirled around in his brain.

  The sound of banging coming from the back of the car interrupted Tommy’s thoughts. “Feisty-ass bitch,” he mumbled.

  Kat continued to drive with a nervous look on her face. She pulled into the garage of Tommy Gunz’s grandmother’s house, where Tommy Gunz lived in the basement.

  Tommy Gunz popped the trunk and aimed his shotgun at Tiffany’s head. “Make a peep and you’re dead,” he said in a calm tone.

  “Where the fuck am I?” Tiffany asked, frantically looking around.

  “Bitch, didn’t he just tell you to shut the fuck up?” Kat barked. She smacked the shit out of Tiffany then placed a strip of duct tape over her mouth, hands, and feet.

  Once she was all taped up, Tommy Gunz picked her up and carried her down to the basement while Kat grabbed the two duffel bags and followed him down the steps. Tommy Gunz dropped Tiffany’s body onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, and him and Kat sat down at the table and began to count up the money they had just stolen.

  The sum total came up to $150,000.

  “Fuck that!” Tommy Gunz said. “Me and you both going to take sixty-five grand apiece and give that bitch-ass nigga Lucky the leftover twenty thousand.”

  “But we told him forty percent,” Kat said, not wanting to cross Lucky. It was because of his info that they were able to pull off the lick.

  “I don’t give a fuck what we told him,” Tommy Gunz said. “How the fuck he gon’ know how much was really in the house anyway? That nigga better be glad he’s even getting that much.”

  Kat didn’t agree with what Tommy Gunz wanted to do, but her greed forced her to go along with the plan.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m leaving town immediately,” she said, dumping her share of the money in a book bag, and Lucky’s share in a shopping bag.

  “Scaredy-ass bitch,” Tommy Gunz said to himself. He watched Kat quickly pack her money away.

  “What you plan on doing with her?” Kat nodded toward Tiffany, whose body lay over in the corner like trash.

  “I don’t know yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out,” Tommy Gunz replied, an evil smirk on his face.

  “Hmm. You play with fire if you want to, not me,” Kat said as she walked over to Tommy. “It was nice doing business with you, but I’m out.” And the two shook hands, and Kat made her exit.

  “Surprise, Surprise”

  Major Pain knocked on Nicki’s door and patiently waited for an answer. Seconds later, Nicki came to the door, tears streaming down her face.

  “What’s wrong? Why you in here crying?” Major Pain asked, stepping inside the house.

  “It’s my brother.” She sobbed. “He’s dead. Somebody killed him.”

  “Yo, hold on and slow down for a second.” Major Pain sat Nicki down on the couch. “Calm down and let me know exactly what happened.”

  “This guy that my brother used to run with named Lucky just called me,” Nicki said, talking a mile per second. “And he just told me that my brother was murdered, gunned down in the street like an animal.”

  Major Pain pulled Nicki in close for a hug. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, rubbing her back gently. Once he heard the name Lucky, his brain automatically went back to the night at the strip club and how Lucky and the man he just found out was Nicki’s brother had jumped him.

  “Calm down, baby. Now what I think we should do is go see this Lucky guy and get to the bottom of this. I think he owes you some answers.”

  “Okay, let me go throw something on real quick.” Nicki headed upstairs to the master bedroom.

  Once Nicki disappeared upstairs, Major Pain checked the magazine on his .45. Tonight was the night he was going to kill Lucky. Just as he stuck his gun back in his waistband, he felt his cell phone vibrating. “Yo, what up?” he answered.

  “Yo, it’s me,” Quick said into the phone.

  From the tone of Quick’s voice, Major Pain knew something serious had just happened. “What up?”

  “It’s Tiffany. Somebody kidnapped her,” Quick told him. “I need you to do me a favor.”

  “Anything you need, I got you,” Major Pain told him.

  “Keep your eye out for my old girlfriend, Kat. She was the getaway driver. Spread the word. If anybody runs into Kat, grab that bitch and hold her until I get there,” Quick said before ending the call.

/>   Major Pain placed his phone back in its case just as Nicki was coming back down the steps.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  “Let’s do it,” Major Pain replied, and the two exited the house.

  Lucky stood on the corner talking to a Spanish chick, while beside him, a dice game was going on, and big bucks were being bet. His Benz was parked at the curb, and the sound of Jay-Z was bumping through the speakers. While Lucky got his mack on, he kept looking both ways for any signs of police. Even though he wasn’t dirty, he was still on point.

  He looked at the Spanish woman that stood in front of him. She wore a pair of black spandex, a black shirt, and some flip-flops, and her hair was wrapped in a neat bun.

  “What you doing out here this time of night?” Lucky looked at his watch.

  “I’m out here tryin’a see what’s up. You be frontin,” the Spanish chick said.

  “Yo, you got like five kids, and you never have a baby-sitter,” he said, trying to play her.

  “First of all, I only got four kids,” she said, like that made such a big difference. “And, second of all, my kids are at my mom’s house for the weekend, so you know what that means, right?”

  “No. What does that mean?” Lucky asked, not really paying attention to what the Spanish chick was saying. She was just somebody to talk shit with to kill time. Even if her kids was away for the weekend, Lucky hadn’t planned on spending time with her.

  “That means you got me all to yourself all weekend,” the chick said, posing in front of Lucky.

  “So you think you ready for a shot at the title?” Lucky licked his lips as he palmed one of the woman’s ass cheeks right out in the open.

  “I been ready.”

  Just as Lucky was about to respond, he saw a car pull up a little too close for his liking to the back of his Benz. He was about to go over there, when he saw Kat hop out the car carrying a shopping bag around her wrist.

  Kat stopped directly in front of Lucky. “Yo, I need to talk to you. It’s important.”