Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs)
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The shooter obviously had pressed the emergency stop button. So hotel security got on with them, hitting the emergency start button.
“We’re coming down to the basement level now.” He said as he hit the B2 button. “The ambulance is waiting m’am,” he said to a crying Tasha who had Trae’s head resting in her lap. He had never seen a live and up-close gun shot victim before.
“Okay,” she mumbled.
“Please baby, don’t die on me,” she whispered.
When the elevator doors opened, the paramedics rushed inside the elevator. “M’am we need you to step outside please.” The older paramedic helped her up. “Is this your husband?” She shook her head yes. “We need to get him stabilized. You said he was shot?” He noticed the tourniquets that she had made and was impressed.
“I think three times.” She watched as they ripped his clothes off and set up an IV line all with tremendous speed. She heard them say “1 ... 2 ... 3 ...” and he was on the gurney being loaded into the back of the ambulance. When Tasha tried to climb up into the back with them the older paramedic shook his head no.
“What are you shaking your head no for? This is my husband and you best to believe that I will be riding with him.” Tasha was about to lose it.
“This is a high trauma case m’am. We need to be alone with the victim,” the older paramedic told her.
The two other paramedics were working on Trae as the female paramedic tried to calm Tasha down. But she was holding on tight to the back of the ambulance door.
“You’re wasting precious time m’am.”
“Fuck you! That is my husband and I’m not leaving him!”
“Ma, what the hell happened? Omar, Trae’s cousin apparently had been running. So were Kevin and two other guests because they were right behind him.
“They shot him Omar, and these mother fuckers are tryna tell me I can’t ride with him. They got me fucked up! I’m riding!” She climbed up into the back of the ambulance. She screamed, “Don’t you touch me! Don’t fuckin’ touch me! I am going with my husband!” She was spookin’ the older paramedic who was trying to grab her arm.
“That’s right baby.” Trae was saying.
“Kevin I need my purse. Meet us at the hospital.”
“Which one?” Omar looked at the older paramedic.
“Right down the street.” And he closed the ambulance doors. Omar took off to get his car. Kevin went to get Tasha’s purse. “Oh God please.” She closed her eyes and prayed as they went
to work on Trae. Hoping that when she opened her eyes this
would have all been a nightmare.
“C’mon people, we’re losing him!” The older paramedic yelled, snapping Tasha out of her trance.
“Damn you Trae, don’t you do this! Don’t you die on me!” She cried.
“Fight baby!”
“I’m trying baby. It burns. It feels so good when I don’t fight. It feels like I’m floating.”
“Fight for me and the boys. Don’t forget we have another one on the way. I need you baby. We all need you. You are my world,” she said back as if she could hear his thoughts.
“I love y’all more than anything. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Y’all are what I live for baby. But I did a lot of bad shit in the past so now I gotta reap all the bad shit that I’ve sown. I want you to stop crying. You know I don’t like it when you cry. I love you forever.”
“Trae, don’t you do this! I need you to stay with me.”
The heart monitor was getting slower. His vitals were dropping. She didn’t want to believe that he was going downhill.
“This is too much of a blood loss!” The female paramedic said.
“Is he gonna make it? He’s gonna make it right?” Tasha was grasping for any ounce of hope.
“I can’t promise you anything m’am. We’re losing him fast.”
Kay looked over at Angel. “What the fuck is going on Red?”
Angel looked as if she was hyperventilating. But Kay didn’t give a fuck. Angel was looking straight ahead; no words would come out of her mouth. This ain’t real. This can’t be real. Kay was talking to her, at least his lips were moving but her ears felt like she was under water. She heard nothing.
Kay grabbed one of her shoulders than yelled, “Everybody get the fuck out! Now goddammit!” Everyone scattered as the photo¬grapher grabbed up all of his equipment just like the piano player in the Color Purple did when Squeak slapped Sofia.
“Yo Nigga, what’s up?” Faheem asked Kay. “We gonna do this or what?”
“Oh fo’ sho’!”
“Aiight then.” That’s all Faheem needed to hear.
After everyone left, Kay turned to Angel. “Red, what the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know baby.” She was holding her chest as tears began streaming down. “I thought he was dead.”
“What the fuck you crying for? Don’t tell me you still got feelings for this nigga.”
“I’m just as shocked as you are.”
“You still got feelings for this nigga or what?” Kaylin pressed. Angel was still holding her chest as she sat down.
“Answer me Angel!” He yelled causing Trina and Kyra to jump away from the door. They had an ear pressed hard against it.
“Why are you screaming Kay?”
Kay obviously had snapped because before you knew it, he had one hand around Angel’s neck and he was holding her up in the air. “Do you still have feelings for him? Answer me god dammit!” She wanted to but she couldn’t because she couldn’t breathe. He threw her back down onto the couch. “Ain’t this a bitch?” He began kicking stuff around. Angel was crying harder and trying to catch her breath. “Ain’t this a mutherfuckin’ bitch!” He went storming into the bedroom. As mad as he was she knew exactly where he was going, and what he was going to get, and what he was going to do with it. She ran behind him, kicking herself for not making him leave those guns at the house.
“Baby don’t do nothing irrational. He ain’t worth it.”
“Do you want to be with him?”
“No, I don’t. And you know that. Kaylin I need you to listen to me.”
“It sure took you long enough to answer. Obviously it’s something still there being that you had to think about the shit.” He was making sure that both of his gats were loaded.
Angel panicked even more. “Kaylin baby don’t do this please.” “Why not? ’Cause you wanna be with this nigga?”
Angel hauled off and smacked the shit outta Kaylin. His lip began bleeding. “Nigga will you listen to me. If you accuse me of wanting to be with that nigga one more time, I swear I’m walking outta your life forever.”
He just glared at her. Kind of shocked from the slap while feelings of jealousy, anger that was off the meter, disappointment at the thought of her not wanting him anymore and at the thought of him losing her. Damn so she want to be with this nigga? Picturing him showing up at their wedding and asking to speak to Angel enraged him even more. “That’s what you want to do anyway! Go ahead and say it, so I can kill your ass too! ’Cause I’m definitely taking this nigga out today!”
She smacked him again. “Stop it Kaylin. Listen to me. Why can’t you understand that I was caught off guard? Here the nigga I use to be in love with for years and was gonna marry disappears.
I wrote him off as being dead. Now all of a sudden he shows up and asks for me? Consider what I’m feeling for a minute Kaylin. Come on now. Why the fuck you acting so damn insecure? This ain’t you!”
“Oh I’m getting ready to kill my insecurities right now.” He tried to brush past her but she ran to the door, locked it and threw her back up against it.
“Don’t do this baby. He’s not worth it. Listen to me Kaylin.”
“He’s worth it. How a nigga gonna show up at another nigga’s wedding and ask to get with the bride? What kinda shit is that? Sounds like disrespect to me.” He was foaming at the mouth. Angel had never, ever, seen him this mad before.
“Do you hear yourself Kay? You catching a murder charge is more important than me and the baby I’m carrying?”
“Move out the way Angel.”
“No!” She pushed him. “Now it’s your turn to answer me!” she screamed. “Answer me!”
He grabbed her by her throat again and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could get herself together he was gone outta the room.
When he opened the door, Faheem and the crew was right there. Faheem already had the game plan mapped out.