Confessions of a Trap Queen 2

by Ciarra

  I was sitting outside posted, which was something I normally didn’t do, but I wanted to make my presence known. I wanted to let the streets know I was back to claim my crown. I was single and definitely looking. But I needed a real woman not a bitch, or thot. I needed a woman that can take care of home the way I need her to, without telling her to. Dayja was almost that women until she robbed me. I hate she had to do me like but oh well, I guess when you grow up from the bottom and money is your only motive, that’s the only choice she had to make. Damn, why she had to do me like me that.

  I sat up posted on Broadway Avenue, when I spotted a light-skinned chick coming out of the laundromat. She picked up a tub of clothes, sat in them in her car, turned around and walked back in the place. I walked over to where she was and when she bought out another tub, I decided to take it out her arms. She smiled at me.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “No problem beautiful,” I replied. She went back inside, grabbed another little tub and put it on the other side of the car door.

  She walked over to me and looked at me. I had to admit she was very beautiful up close. She was a Chinese looking girl, mixed chick.

  “What you mixed with?” I asked her.

  “Asian and African America, my dad was black and my mom is Asian,” she replied. I shook my head up and down.

  “Well alright, be good out shorty,” I told her. She looked taken aback like she was shocked I didn’t ask her for her number, but I knew I was to going to see her again.

  I walked back and sat on the hood of my whip. First thing I need is some raw cut dope. I needed some hard shell tacos and some soft shell taco, and I needed that ASAP. I called Slim and he called Loco on three way. It was time for me to get back in the action. Killa was back in full effect. I told them we needed to round up our cash and call the connect. Me, Loco and Slim were a three-man crew. We didn’t have nobody pushing our dope but two other guys, but mainly it was just us. We didn’t have guys standing on the corner for us. We pinched our dope and gave it to certain people. We had trap phones, so if they needed something all they had to do was call us and we will definitely delivered it to you for the right price. I was ready.

  I had just called Loco and he was on his way to pull up on me. Loco was going to ride out to Chicago to pick up our work. I was happy that Loco was going to do the driving, which is something I always used to do. It was always good to have team players in your circle. Slim would have went too, if I would have asked him, but I needed Slim here with me. I needed to know all the details and what’s been going on since I left town. Slim always kept his ear to his streets. He knew everything. He was a laid-back dude but the nigga never missed a beat. I was sitting in Lake Calhoun parking lot when I saw headlights approaching. I assumed it was Loco but it wasn’t. I watched the car park two cars in front of me. It was something about this car or the person who was driving it, that had me so intrigued by it. I knew I never saw the car before but I knew whoever was going to step out of it, was going to be someone I knew. As soon the person stepped out the car, my heart dropped. It was Dayja in the flesh! I wanted to hop out the car and speak to her but I didn’t know where it would lead to. Deep down inside I loved Dayja, but I knew I should have killed her. I know I should have did that bitch the same way she did me, which was dirty. Loco begged me to kill her, her brother and her friend then dump them in the river, but I didn’t. I let her and her brother live and now Loco and Brook was going to dinner and shit. I should have known not to come to this lake. This is the same lake people died at and the same lake everybody and their mama came to. I was too busy staring at Dayja that I didn’t even notice Loco at my car door knocking.

  “What’s up my brother?” I asked him when he climbed into the car.

  “Shit, nothing major, what you staring at?” he asked me, which I already knew he was going to do.

  “Man, look at her,” I said to him. He looked at Dayja and started laughing.

  “Ain’t this crazy man, and brah, her friend dumb as hell. She don’t even know who I am,” he said to me. Loco and I laughed a little more and watched Dayja walk away from the car. I could tell she had her music playing by the way she had a little jig to her walk. I got out the truck and gave Loco the money for my work from the trunk of the car.

  “My nigga, I need you to do what you got to do and come right on back,” I told Loco. Loco would go to Chicago and turn it into a party time.

  “Man okay, I’m coming right back. I might even bring little ole Brook with me,” Loco said to me. I looked at him and laughed.

  “Man, her and Dayja robbed me, what makes you think she won’t be on that with me again?” I turned to Loco and said. He shrugged his shoulders before getting out the car.

  “Maybe I’ll threaten her a few times, cut her nipples and let her know I’m not to be played with.” I laughed at my brother and put my head in my hands. Although Loco was laughing, I knew he was serious. That nigga didn’t play any games, that’s why his name was Loco. It didn’t take him nothing but ten seconds to shoot a mothafucka and leave them floating in the river, or sitting in a car like no one did it.

  Loco and I sat around in the car for another hour chopping it up, getting things figured out and putting our plans in motion. Loco was on his way out my car when I spotted Dayja running up to hers Loco looked at me and smiled. “Man, just talk to her. Mom always said you need to forgive and forget. She’s just a girl like us, chasing a dollar,” Loco said, and closed the door to my car and got in his car. Dayja climbed on the hood of her car and just sat up there. She was still the same person. When she used to bring me up here, she would sit on the hood of her car. I decided to get out my car and talk to her.

  I walked up on Dayja and she seemed very distant. She heard me get closer to her, she turned around and her eyes got big.

  “Killa, what are you doing here? You said you weren’t going to kill me,” she said to me as she slid down the hood of her car.

  “Man, ain’t nobody doing or going to do nothing to you, my word is bond and you know that,” I told her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her off her car.

  “What’s your name shorty?” I asked her. She looked at me and turned up her face at me.

  “Umm. Umm. Dayja.” She looked at me and I smiled back at her.

  “Is there anything I need to know about you Dayja? A bad past or anything,” I said to her.

  She rolled her eyes. “Well yes, I do have a bad past, but I got a second chance at life and I have left that mess alone.”

  I took her by the hand and kissed it. “Man, can we just be friends Dayja?” I asked her. She shook her head up and down. I kissed Dayja on the forehead.

  “How have you been holding up Dayja?” I asked her. She looked at me and started to cry.

  “Man Killa, my life ain’t the same no more, I miss it. I don’t even talk to Brook anymore. It’s just me by myself. I just don’t know where I need to be in my life, I’m just so confused,” she cried. I wrapped my arms around her and she embraced me. I wasn’t blaming myself, but I knew it was partially her fault and mine too. Everywhere she went she probably turned her head around twice, thinking I was coming back to kill her. I looked at Dayja and informed her everything was going to be okay. I reassured her that I was here for her.

  “Damn Day, you got to understand what you did to people was wrong. You reap what you sow. You gotta pay for that. I ain’t mad at you but you need to get on your knees and ask the Lord to forgive you,” I told her. I kissed her on the forehead again and walked off to my car. She had my number and when she was ready to talk to me, she was gone call me.

  “I apologize, Killa, I’m woman enough to admit to mistakes,” Dayja yelled out.

  “I’m not mad at you little mama, call me in the morning, I’ll take you to breakfast.” I stepped in my car, cut it on and pulled out the parking lot, no hard feelings and no grudges being held.

  Dayja

  I woke the next morning with Killa on my mind. Seeing h
im last night almost had me at a standstill. The whole time when I pulled up to the lake, I knew I was going to see someone I knew and sure enough, I saw him. I had been trying not to call him, but I knew he was going to be there for me. Killa was that type of person. I also felt bad because I knew Brook was worried about me, or so I thought she was. My brother, Jay told me she was supposedly pregnant by him, but she was still seeing Bee. I wanted to be there for her pregnancy, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that she was still sleeping with the enemy, Bee. But oh well, it was her life and I was not going to judge her. Especially, since I was still in love with Killa. I shocked myself last night when I told him that I apologized and that I was woman enough to admit my mistakes. Yes, I did rob that man and yes, I did leave that man for dead. I did all that with no remorse and now I’m here suffering the consequences.

  I was lying down in my brother’s while he was doing something and not bothering me. Being around my brother, Jay and his girlfriend Tiff, had me feeling some type of way. I had grown to like Tiffany, she was pretty cool chick, and to see her actually doing something with her life was an automatic bonus. She was in school for her medical assistant degree and doing something with her life. This was my big bro’s first time fucking with someone who is decent and actually planned on doing something with her life. I knew Jay still loved Brook. Deep down inside, I wish Killa should have treated her like he did me. I was still upset how Brook was quick to throw me under the bus.

  I climbed out of my brother’s bed and went to his bathroom to take care of my daily hygiene. I still had some money over here and I wanted to treat my brother and his girlfriend, Tiffany to dinner. I was still shocked that I ran into Killa but still haven’t run into Brook yet. All types of thoughts were running through my mind. I was getting frustrated. I needed to get some more money and getting a 9-5 was not an option at the moment. Instead of robbing niggas, maybe I could just sleep with them and work them for they money, stack all I can, and then leave their ass. Something had to give man, but I know time was ticking. August was approaching and I needed my own crib soon before September.

  After I got myself together, I walked out the room. “What’s up bro?” I said to Jay while he had his feet propped up on his couch.

  “Shit, cooling it. You got a letter from bro on the counter,” he said to me. I looked towards the kitchen counter and there was a letter addressed to me from my oldest brother. I wanted to pick it up and read it, but I was scared to. I did not know what this letter was going to consist of. People always say that the people in jail find out things first before the streets, and I wondered if he knew what went down with Killa and me. I took a deep breath and started reading the letter:

  Dear my lil lady bug, big headed sister,

  I heard about what happened to you and I’m glad to know that you’re fine. I have prayed and prayed for you and did all the things I could do for you. You don’t understand how many people your big brother knows and the things that I know. I would have been devastated if something would have happened to you. I’m sorry that my last letter was probably being tough on you, but I need you to understand that you need to cut it out. What you and your brother fail to realize is that streets don’t love you. They will eat you up and spit you clean out. How is your brother doing? Word on the street is that he is having a baby. See what I mean? I know everything that you and he do. I’m just like a step ahead of y’all. I’m excited to be getting out of here soon and when I come home, the streets is going to be mad because I’m taking over the town with no remorse. And I know I don’t need you or your brother to follow behind me. When I get home I’mma show you guys the right way to get money, feel me sis? I think you should go to school go to take some college classes. You’re about to be twenty-one, where are you really going with your life? Have you thought about traveling, seeing the country, getting your passport, finding a good guy to take care of you? Something, anything, what are you doing with your life? You and your brother need to get it together. Whelp, I’m over telling you kids what to do. Get your life together before it spits you out.

  I’ll be home soon!

  I sat the letter down and shook my head back and forth. My big brother, Chris was actually going to be coming home sooner than I thought. I passed Jay the letter and sat down on the couch. I knew Jay was going to get upset reading the letter. Of course, Jay always tried to be the bigger person when Chris was not around and to read that Chris is coming home talking about he’s taking over things, was not going to excite Jay. I studied Jay’s movement as I watched him huff and puff.

  “Aye sis, let’s hit this lick, we need some money my nigga,” Jay blurted out and said. As soon as the words left his mouth, I instantly had a flash back.

  I knocked on the door and waited for fat boy to answer. “Damn, what’s up sex-” Crash! I stood back in a daze for a complete second as I watched my brother hit the dude with a gun over his head and blood started leaking everywhere. I snapped back to reality when I felt my brother grab me and shove a gun in my hand. “Stay with him while I go search the house,” He yelled at me. I looked at fat dude. He was moving around and groaning in pain. “Is there anybody else in the house?” I asked him.

  “Please don’t kill me, I got kids to feed,” he groaned out in pain. “Is there anybody else here?” I repeated myself to him. “No just me.” My brother then came flying down the stairs and heading straight for the fat man.

  “Nigga, where is the muthafuckin’ money you be pump faking about. I just seen you on Instagram and Facebook talking about you had money for days nigga, what’s up,” my brother yelled at him while pointing the gun to his forehead.

  “I don’t know what you talking about,” Fat boy yelled out to my bro.

  “Man bro, I just seen you with hundreds of bills on Facebook, what’s up!” CLACK my brother hit him in the head with the butt of the gun again. “Iiitts inn the sppeeakker behind you,” he stuttered to get out. I looked behind me and noticed the speakers he was referring to. I walked over to one speaker and hit the back of it and boom, nothing but big face hundreds falling out. My brother walked to the other speaker and knocked on it. He pulled the tape off that was taped on the side and we found tons of weeds packed into the speaker. My brother grabbed both speakers and placed them in the car. My brother ran back in the house. “I’m finna go make sure I ain’t touch nothing and we out,” he said and ran back upstairs. He came back down and told me we can dip. I shot at fat boy’s legs and dipped out behind my brother. My brother and I drove home in complete silence. I was furious. I just didn’t understand how the fuck he knew this nigga had money, through a social network. What if one of us died behind a dude pump faking on the internet?

  I looked at my brother and turned my head. I will never go to work with this nigga again and if I did, I would want to plan part of it myself. Damn I wish I had Brook here to help me. She had some little guys that we could have been robbed for a few thousands. I just needed enough money to get a nice apartment and figure out my next situation. I didn’t even want to rob a nigga but if I met a nigga who wanted to trick and finesse me, that was all fine and dandy with me. Maybe I could go strip at the club for a little bit. I don’t know but something had to give. I was getting ready to get up off Jay’s couch when I heard Tiffany coming through the door.

  “Hey hunny!” I yelled out to her.

  “What’s up girl? Hey bae,” she said as she kissed my brother and flopped down on the couch.

  “I’m hungry, I want to go eat,” she said to me. My stomach growled as soon as the words came out her mouth.

  “Well come on, let’s go to Osaka’s. I’m hungry as hell,” I said to her.

  She shook her head up and down and grabbed her purse and said, “Let’s go.” I was thankful for having a rental car because I hate when people offer to go places but they couldn’t even drive where they wanted to go. I hop in the car and cut on my music I was still bumping Yo Gotti’s I am album. That album was the truth to me and it was foreve
r my favorite. I bumped the whole album all the way to restaurant in Roseville. Even though Tiffany and I were cool, we barely talked. We chatted but we were not the best of friends. I shrugged my shoulders at the thought of it and let it go.

  I pulled up into the restaurant and noticed the parking lot was actually jumping. I see four dudes sitting outside and talking. I noticed they were all standing by foreign cars, Audis and there were two Range Rovers.

  “Uh oh bitch, I see some good eye candy,” I said to Tiffany. She looked at me and smiled.

  “Okay girl, don’t have me out here getting beat up, you know these girls go crazy over dick,” she said to me.

  “Girl boo, I’ll kill a bitch before I let somebody touch me or you,” I told her and I was being honest. I was not going to let anybody touch her, or me, straight up. I parked the car and fixed my makeup real quick. I didn’t know if this was going to be a come up or a come down. I opened up the door and bent over to grab my purse. I knew the guys were looking at me but that was okay, I knew what I was doing. I heard Tiff say, “Go girl, work it.” I chuckled and threw on my shades and did my walk. I was almost to the door when I felt a hand turn me around and it was Loco. My heart instantly fell to the ground.