by AP Jermaine
“Hell, motherfuckin yeah! Ay yo, the way she rockin that hairstyle reminds me of Beyonce in Cadillac Record. At laaaaast…. My lovvve has come along.” Azar sang off key while blowing her a kiss from behind his tinted windows.
“Damn right! Umph! And you know can’t nothing but a bad bitch, pull off the Beyonce!” Miko gave Azar dap.
“You already know! Oh shit, look like she mad. I think she cussing old buddy out. Roll yo window down so I can hear what she saying.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker! Nah yall aint got to leave, yall can have his ass! I’m sick of this shit!”
“Leah quit tripping and get yo ass in this car so we can go!”
“Fuck you K.O.! I’m catching a cab to the airport and catching a plane back! You not gone keep disrespecting me like I’m one of these lil broke tricks from down here!”
“Girl quit tripping, they were just speaking.”
“Yeah, speaking while you were squeezing her fucking titties! Fuck you! Go ahead back to your fan club! I’m out!”
“Knock… Knock… Knock…. Azar and Miko both turned at the same time to see Tonya and Toya, two local chics, that although weren’t at the top of the food chain, weren’t far away from it; standing outside Azar’s window.
“Yo what’s good yall?” Azar rolled down his window and asked the two females.
“Nothing. What’s good wit you?” Tonya smiled and leaned in the window, damn near spilling her plump titties outta her red tube top.
“We just chillin. What, yall trying to get into something?” Miko looked past Tonya at Toya’s wide hips.
“You already know.” Tonya reached out rubbing the front of Azar’s pants, although he was still preoccupied with watching the argument between Ms. Beyonce and iced out Bentley man. Dude stepped in front of her, pleading for her to get in the car. She gave him the finger, pulled out her phone, turned and walked away. Seemingly fed up, dude threw his hands up, jumped back in his coupe, and spun tires pulling off. Azar watched as a few hustlers drove up and tried to holla. Ms. Beyonce quickly shooed them away as she talked on her cell, clearly pissed off. “Shit let me try my motherfuckin luck.” Azar thought to himself as he tapped Miko on the arm.
“Ay yo bru. Step out and holla at them for one second.” Azar winked his eye and nodded towards the exclusive piece standing in front of the store.
“Oh yeah, for sure bru. Miko smiled as he stepped out of the car.”
“Yo Tonya I’ll be right back baby. Let me check on something right quick.” Azar yelled out the window.
“Yeah whatever nigga.” Tonya backed away and rolled her eyes. Clearly not stupid enough, not to see Azar’s intentions. “Can’t yall lames see she outta yall league!” Tonya yelled, shooting a stab at Azar. Ignoring her, he pulled over to where old girl stood, still obviously enraged as she dialed numbers on her cell.
“Yo what’s good ma? You aight? You need some help?” Azar leaned over and yelled out the passenger window.
“Look brother, I’m not one of these, little sack chasing tricks from around her aight! So, you might as well take your lil car, and keep it pushin. I just want a cab, so I can get to the airport and then fly back home. You know the cab number? You can help me with that. Otherwise, play like this is a class, and consider yourself dismissed.” She waved her hand like he was a bothersome gnat.
“Baby girl. Anybody with two eyes can see that it aint a chic in this city that’s fit to carry your bags. I been around and I know exclusive when I see it. I’m a gentleman and a man of honor, and it would be not only disrespectful, but out of character for me not to make sure a Nubian queen like you was alright. A cab out here on a Saturday is gonna take at least 45 minutes, and it’s much too hot for a woman of your stature, to have to wait out here in the sun. I can drop you off at the airport. It’s on my way home and it’s not a problem.” Her features seemed to soften a little, and Azar felt like he might be in the game.
“Um excuse me but I don’t know you. You might be a damn psycho, rapist, serial killer or something.”
Azar laughed. “Do I look like a serial killer to you sweetheart?”
“First of all, guy; I’m not your sweetheart. Don’t play yourself. Secondly, hell Jeffrey Dahmer didn’t look like a serial killer either. Not until he started killing people and eating em!”
Azar laughed again. “Damn ma you cold. I’m just telling you that I’m about to bounce out, and the airport is on the way if you wanna get out this heat.” Azar held his breath when she looked around as if contemplating.
“Well, alright shit. Cause it is hot.” She walked towards the Maserati as Azar reached over and opened the passenger door for her. “But I’m giving you fair warning! I’m from do or die Bed Stuy, I got mace and a box cutter in this Hermes bag, and if you try “ANYTHING,” other than dropping me off at the airport, you can bet yo mama’s last dollar, you gone look like a fuckin broken mirror by the time I finish wit yo ass! Comprende?”
“I got you ma. You good. Damn you cold.” Azar said as she shut the door and they pulled outta the parking lot.
“Damn I hate that motherfucker!” Ms. Sexy slammed her fist against the dash!
“You aight ma?” Azar faked concern.
“Yeah I’m straight” she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.
“So, what’s your name ice lady?” Azar smiled.
“Leah,” she answered after looking at him like he was crazy.
“Not trying to get in your business or nothing, but was that your man you were beefing with?”
“I can’t tell you aint trying to get in my business,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But yeah. That’s my dude. But not for fucking long though. I’m sick of his shit! I told his ass that was the last straw, two straws ago. So, he can consider himself officially done! He doesn’t appreciate me. He’s always disrespecting me and fucking me over. And I always take him back. I got to be the craziest bitch alive.”
Azar saw his opening. “So why you keep taking him back if he doesn’tt appreciate somebody like you?”
“Because I love him.” Leah threw her hands up shaking her head. “Aint you ever been in love? You know it’s just like the song says. It takes a fool to learn that love don’t love nobody.” She stared out the window and wiped her eye.
“Here you need some tissue?”
“Nah I’m good. What I need is a fucking blunt! You got some tree?”
Yes! Azar thought to himself. “Yeah I got a lil Kush. You wanna burn something?”
Leah turned to look at him with that coldness in her eyes. “Look. I’m going through some shit, and yeah, I need to smoke a blunt and get something to eat. But please don’t get it in your feeble mind that it’s gonna be no more than that. I got my own money and I’m not easily impressed. Most of the niggas I know are millionaires. So, don’t get all hyped up, thinking you about to hit, cause it aint happening. But I do wanna get some food, smoke a blunt and chill for a minute before I go to the airport. If you can handle that, then let’s do it.”
“Damn ma You cold as a motherfucker. But I got you though. I just wanna show you that anytime you come through Charlotte, you can holla at Azar and shit is all love.”
“Azar? That’s your real name?”
“Yeah why?”
“Nothing it’s just different. Kinda ill. But don’t be thinking nothing.”
“Ha. Ha. I won’t ma, I won’t. So, where you wanna eat at?”
“I don’t know. Oh, go right there to Miami Subs. I feel like a Gyro platter.”
“I gotcha. You wanna go through the drive thru?” Leah looked at him sideways.
“Do I look like a drive thru kind of girl to you?”
“I gotcha ma. Don’t cut me.” Azar laughed. Leaning back, Azar watched Leah as she walked into Miami Subs while licking his lips. As soon as she was out of sight he called Miko.
“Yo what’s good bru?”
“Ay yo I got her bru! She in Miami Subs now getting some food. She says she wanna smoke some tree befo
re I drop her at the airport. You know I’m about to sprinkle a little bit of this Molly on this Kush.” Azar said as he split the Backwood and dumped the guts out on the ground.
“Damn bru you wild!” Mike laughed like hell.
“Yeah, I can tell she feeling a nigga, she just trying to play hard. She’s mad at old buddy and
wanna give up that pussy, she just doesn’t know it. This Molly gone help her see the light my nigga. Yo, if she gets real wild, I’ll call you and you can hit too.”
“Hell yeah, that’s what’s up nigga! Damn you a lucky motherfucker!”
“Aint no luck baby. It’s skill. I’ll hit you back.”
“Aight bru one.”
“One.” The passenger door opened just as Azar was licking the blunt “Damn ma that was quic…. What the…!”
“Just take it easy playboy.” I told Azar as I slid in the passenger seat and shut the door holding my .44 caliber Bulldog next to his head.
“Man, what the…!”
“Just take it easy bru. Don’t try to be no hero. This ain’t television, and these ain’t no rubber bullets. I pull this trigger, and you ain’t gone have no head.” I spoke calmly but seriously. “I don’t wanna kill you, but I will. You already know what this is, so just play it cool, and you’ll live through it, I promise you. You make any country ass breaks, or tell me any lies at any point, then all bets are off. I guarantee, you will not wake up tomorrow morning. Now. I’m gonna ask you this one time and one time only. Do you have a gun in this car?”
“No man I don’t.” Azar’s voice shook visibly.
“Alright now. If I search this car and find a gun in here, I’m gonna murder you on the spot. So, I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you have a gun in here?” I still spoke calmly.
“I swear to god man! I aint got no gun in here!”
“Aight, aight just calm down. Now drop that blunt and put both hands on the wheel. Slowly.” Azar dropped the blunt and slowly grabbed the wheel with both hands. “Okay good. I see you don’t want to die today.”
“No man I don’t!” Azar was shaking so bad the entire car shook.
“That’s good, we’re on the same page then. Now. What we’re gonna do, is you’re gonna leave here and take me to wherever you got the drugs and money. I’m not talking about one of your little chicken heads houses where you keep a few stacks. If you don’t want me to kill you, then take me to where the real stash is. Shell already told me what kind of weight and numbers you dealing with, so if you take me somewhere and I don’t feel satisfied, I’m still going to kill you.”
“Please man I got a family!”
“Yeah, I do too. So, where we going?”
“To my house man. My wife and kids there!” Azar trembled seemingly ready to cry.
“Okay good. If everything goes right, then I won’t have to kill them either. Alright let’s go.”
As we navigated through the Charlotte streets, I didn’t bother to watch where we were going. I kept my eyes, and my pistol trained on Azar. Every so often I’d see him look into the rear - view mirror, obviously watching the woman driving the Bentley that I’d previously been driving, as it tailed closely behind us.
“Oh, don’t worry about her bru. She’s with me,” I smiled. “She bad aint she? Bad news for you though. How much longer. I’m getting impatient.”
“About five more minutes’ man!” Azar answered, voice still trembling. A few minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a decent, middle class residential neighborhood. There was a new gray Lexus parked on the street in front of the house and a Black Range Rover in the driveway that we pulled up behind.
“Whose cars are those?” I asked him. He didn’t answer fast enough, so I smacked him on the side of the head with the gun! “CRACK!” Best to let him know now I wasn’t bullshitting.
“AHHHH!” He screamed liked a bitch and grabbed his head!
“Whose cars are those? And put your hands back on the wheel!”
“That’s my wife Lexus and my Jeep! Please man!” Azar shook like a leaf on a tree.
“Shut the fuck up! Who’s in the house?”
“My wife and my two daughters!”
“How old are the daughters?”
“Four and five man! Please!”
“Aight nigga this is what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna step outta the car real nice and slow. When we get inside the house, I want you to send the kids outside. You got that!”
“Yeah! I got you man! I got you! Please!”
“Shut yo bitch ass up, and get out!” Slowly we stepped out the Maserati and headed towards the front door. I held my gun at waist level, just in case any nosey motherfuckers were looking out any windows. There was an old man, two houses down cutting grass. He looked up and waved, and I waved back just as we stepped up on the porch. Azar’s hand was shaking so bad he couldn’t even get the key in the lock! “You got five seconds to open that door player.” I told him as I pressed my burner into his back. He had to grab his wrist with his free hand to steady it, but the key finally slid in, and the door swung open.
“Daddy!” The two small girls ran outta the kitchen where their mother stepped into the foyer, wiping her hands on an apron, obviously cooking something. Both girls tried to wrap their hands around his waist fighting for his affection.
“Hey baby. I didn’t know you was bringing company. I’m cooking spaghetti. Hey, how are you?” The Spanish American broad smiled and waved as I nodded my head smiling back. “Oh, that’s a nice necklace.” She said admiring my ice from afar.
“Stephanie, you and Latecia go outside and play okay?” Azar told the girls.
“Can we turn the water hose on daddy?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
“Yayyy!” Both girls yelled and dashed out the front door. I reached back and turned the deadbolt behind them as Azar’s wife’s face suddenly took on a look of concern.
“Baby what’s wrong?” She looked confused as the sight of Azar’s worried face suddenly registered on hers.
“Everything’s wrong,” I said pushing Azar forward, as his wife caught sight of the large pistol in my hand for the first time.
“Oh, my god!”
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” I held my finger up to my lip as a sign for her not to yell, as tears suddenly rushed down her face! “Now I’m gonna tell you just like I told him…. What’s your name?”
“Rosa,” she held her hands up to her face as the tears kept gushing from her eyes!
“Rosa. That’s a nice name.” I smiled calmly. “Okay Rosa, here’s the situation. This is what they call a robbery. Okay?”
“Okay,” she shook and cried as Azar pulled her into his arms.
“Now. As long as I get what I came for, I won’t have to kill anybody. But if at any time, I feel like you two are bullshitting me, I’m gonna call those little girls in here, and I’m gonna kill you both; in front of them. They’ll be safe though because I don’t kill kids. It’s against my religion. They will be orphans though, with the sight of their parent’s violent deaths forever sketched into their minds. Not good for children their age.”
“Oh god! Ple…!”
“Ah. Ah. Ah. I’m not gonna tell you again to shut the fuck up.” I raised my ratchet and pointed it at the two of them.
“Look man just take what you’re gonna take and leave aight!” Azar seemed to grow some balls now that he held his wife sobbing into his chest. I cocked my head and stared at him curiously.
“Who the fuck told you to talk nigga? I’m running this. Now open yo faggot ass mouth again without me asking you too, and I’m gonna turn yo head into spaghetti sauce for your wife’s spaghetti. Understood?”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.” The bitch was back instantly. My calmness probably scared them more than anything. Reaching down into the leg of my Champion sweat pants, I retrieved the duct tape that I’d stashed there.
“Alright Rosa. Come and get this tape, and I want you to tape him up. And hurry up I don’t have all day. Start w
ith his ankles.” I told a trembling and crying Rosa as she reached out and grabbed the tape. “Tape his ankles together tight. I don’t want to kill yall but trust me, I will. Azar sit on the floor and bend your knees.” Three minutes later she looked at me for approval. “Alright. Now lay on your side Azar, and put your hands behind you back. Rosa tape his wrists together tightly.” She did as I told her, I quickly checked her work. “Alright. Now Rosa you sit down on the floor and tape your ankles together.” Even though crying and shaking uncontrollably, she finally got the task done. “Alright now put your hands behind your back,” I instructed her as I took the tape, walked around behind her and pressed the cold steel of the .44 to the back of her head, just to let her know shit was real. Two minutes later I had them both taped up securely, with her on the kitchen floor, and him in the hallway. Both facing each other. The whole thing took ten about minutes, tops. “Okay. Now point me in the right direction.”
“In the bedroom man! In the closet! The shoebox!”
The shoebox? What the? How much money could a person fit in a fucking shoebox? That was high school shit. Giving Azar a sideways glance, I slapped a piece of tape across his mouth, then did the same to his wife. Hurrying into the master bedroom, I snatched open the closet door and started slinging out shoeboxes. One thin box, a Nike Cross Trainer one, was filled with currency. Mostly fives, tens, and twenties. It didn’t take long for me to count through it. About six grand, give or take. Furious, I marched back into the hallway and smacked Azar in the face with the money, as the bills fanned out onto the floor! “Nigga you think this is a game don’t you! I told you not to fuck with me! You think I’m stupid motherfucker?” I screamed as I smacked him in the face with my pistol repeatedly; each time opening up new cuts that instantly poured blood as he tried desperately to plead through his taped mouth! Speeding over to where Rosa lay, I snatched the duct tape off of her mouth, drew my foot back as far as it would go, and kicked her in the stomach so hard she vomited! “You motherfuckers think I’m playing!!! I tell you what!” I screamed like a maniac as I unbuckled my pants, took out my dick and told Rosa, “Open yo mouth bitch!”
