by Kelly, Marie
“Did he say anything else?”
“KeKe, sit down and stop jumping on my couch,” Brittany said away from the phone before saying to me, “no, nothing else.”
“Alright, cool. Don’t worry about that nigga.”
“Alvaro—”
“What did I say?”
She sighed and then said, “Not to worry.”
I told her I would check up on them both tomorrow and ended the call.
“That motherfucking detective has to go!” I snapped as soon as I walked into the room where my brothers were. “He approached Brittany,” I let them know, and both of their faces twisted in anger.
“He has a son and daughter, Wrath. My boys can find out who they are and bring them to us,” Guns offered, and I shook my head.
“Nah, I got something better for that motherfucker.”
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
The next night
“Surge, all you do is come over, fuck me, and leave!” Lolita whined as I fixed back my clothes after spending the best part of two hours fucking the shit outta this thick ass Latino that I had recently met.
For a minute, I had lost interest in fucking with chicks because they all asked for the dick, but when it came down to it, they just played with my shit and annoyed the fuck outta me. I thought Lolita was going to be on the same bullshit when we met—until she climbed into my car and swallowed my whole dick without gagging—and my shit wasn’t small.
So, I thought if her mouth could handle it, her pussy could too, and I was right. Little mama was a freak for real, and whenever my balls started to feel heavy, I made sure to pay her a visit.
After zipping up my pants, I turned to look at her.
“Don’t you work in a daycare?” I asked, and she raised an eyebrow at my question.
“Yes, why?”
“Because you don’t complain when other people drop their kids off to you.”
Her mouth dropped, giving me my cue to leave.
I winked at her, picked up my cell, and walked out of her house as she sat there with her mouth still wide.
I ain’t shit, I thought and chuckled to myself.
Seeing that it was almost ten at night, I decided to hit the niggas up to see what they were doing, since my family was out of town. Wrath was away for the night in Philly meeting with some people, Legion took a job in Delaware with Guns, and my parents were having a romantic few days away in Miami.
Everyone was doing shit but me.
I took my phone out to call Popeye.
“Yuuuurrrrr!” he answered immediately.
“Yo, stupid ass. Where y’all at?”
“We about to get something to eat and go check out some bitches,” he explained, and I quickly made arrangements to meet him.
They were at Sylvia’s Soul Food in Harlem.
We kicked it for a few hours getting food, and then we left to go and meet with these chicks he was talking about. I wasn’t interested in fucking with one of them, since my balls were already emptied thanks to Lolita, but I wasn’t ready to go home yet, so I decided to go too.
“Y’all good?” I asked about ten minutes into the drive. Usually, I couldn’t get Popeye or Sly to shut the fuck up, but they hadn’t said a word since we left the restaurant.
“Yeah. We good,” Sly answered for them both, and I nodded.
While driving through the streets, something felt off as I looked around. It was quiet—too quiet.
Shrugging it off as it being due to the cold weather, I continued on my way. I looked around when I pulled up outside and cut my car off.
Sly opened his door first and stepped out with me following.
My head moved back and forth as I took in my surroundings.
“Why they have you meeting them out here? Ain’t shit out here,” I asked, finally noticing that there were no houses, apartments, or anything around but a damn warehouse and some trees.
Click!
I heard behind me, and then I felt the cold steel of a gun pressed against my head. Turning slowly, I looked behind me and saw that it was Sly.
“Bro, what the fuck you doing?” I laughed, but he didn’t.
I then noticed that Popeye was looking at me with a disgusted expression on his face. Both of them looked at me with so much hate.
“What you doing?” I asked, looking Sly in his eyes.
This was my boy and had been since high school!
“Move.” He pushed me with his gun and nodded toward the warehouse.
Fuck, my gun is in the car!
I turned back around and moved like I was going to walk inside, but I knew that if I did, whatever they had planned for me, they would do.
Taking my chances, I quickly turned and charged Sly, making him drop the gun. When I landed on top of him, I started punching his face.
“Arghh!” I yelped when I felt something jab me in the side.
I looked up and saw that Popeye had a knife plunged into me. Leaving Sly, I jumped to my feet and hit Popeye with two fierce punches, making him fall on his ass and drop the knife.
Grabbing my side, I ran toward my Range, but a gun fired and hit me in the shoulder. Knowing that they could easily shoot me before I could get my door open, I decided to make a run for it despite my body feeling weak from the blood that I was rapidly losing.
“Fuck,” I grunted and stumbled as I ran for my life.
Shit was bad, very bad. I could feel myself losing consciousness, but I had to keep going. Dying out here in the streets wasn’t an option. I needed to get to my parents’ house, and then I would have a chance.
I couldn’t tell you how long I had been running, but my legs started to give up on me. Thankfully, they didn’t run after me. Noticing a bush next to a gas station, I climbed into it and dropped to the ground.
“Arrgghhh,” I grunted and pulled my coat open to look at the wound that was slowly draining me.
My Gucci polo sweater was drenched in blood, making the fabric stick to my body. I had been shot in my left shoulder and stabbed in my side.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I managed to pull my phone from my back pocket. My mind raced as I thought about who I could call to come and get me, but no one came to mind. I didn’t know who to trust at this point because I lay here bleeding to death because of two niggas who I thought were my boys!
My family was out of town, so I already knew that they couldn’t come for me, and not in time anyway.
Without any other choice, I booked an Uber to take me to my parents’ house. I knew the staff would be able to help me if I could just get there.
My head dropped as I used the last of my energy to stay awake. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, and at that moment, I thought it was all over for me.
God, please don’t let me die! I thought just as my arms slumped at my side.
Beep! Beep!
I was jolted awake when I heard a car approach and toot its horn. Knowing it was the Uber, I used my right arm to lift me off the ground. More blood flowed out of me and soaked the top of my jeans as I stumbled to my feet.
Coming out of the bushes, I spotted the Uber and made my way over to it. My body fell against the car as I struggled to pull the door open. It took me a moment to grip the handle because, by this time, I was seeing double.
Finally, able to get the door open, I dropped my body on the seat and closed the door. I could still hear my heartbeat in my head as I felt my soul leave my body.
“Um, what the hell are you doing?” the Uber driver asked me, but their voice sounded muffled, and then it all went black.
Dior Alfred
It was late at night when I strolled out of my work party that my boss threw because one of the managers was leaving. At this point, I was dog ass tired and couldn’t wait to get home.
As soon as I got into my car, I loosened my hair that was pulled to the side and replaced my heels with sneakers, so I could drive more comfortably.
About ten minutes into my usual thirty-minute
drive home, I stopped for some gas.
“Hey, baby.” A guy tried to talk to me, but I didn’t even respond.
Thankfully, he just sucked his teeth and let me pass. I wasn’t trying to get into anything late at night with niggas.
Quickly, I paid for my gas and rushed back to my car.
Just as I was driving off the forecourt, an inconsiderate asshole in the car in front of me decided to stop in the middle to have a damn conversation with someone walking past.
Honk! Honk!
I frustratedly blew my horn for them to get the hell out of my way.
“Why the hell couldn’t you just pull over?!” I mumbled my question as if the other person could hear me.
Thump!
“What the fuck!” I yelped when someone or something thumped on the back of my car. I looked in my side mirror and was horrified to see that someone was leaning against my car and trying very hard to open my back door.
“A fucking drunk!”
From the way they were struggling to open my back door, I knew that they were drunk and probably thought I was a taxi or something.
Just as I was about to open my door and step out to let them know they had the wrong car, my door opened, and a body slid inside.
“Um, what the hell are you doing?” I asked, but he didn’t respond. “Get out of my car!”
I was so scared, and I didn’t know what to do. A few cars behind me started blowing their horns at me since I was still in the middle of the forecourt.
With my hands shaking, I pulled to the side and turned my car off.
Snapping my head around to look at him, I was taken aback when I saw that it was the guy from my grandmother’s building. The same one who threatened me after I went to the police. I couldn’t see who it was when I was watching him in the mirror trying to get into my car.
I found myself staring at his perfect chocolate face as he lay back with his eyes closed, but I suddenly became worried when he slumped over in the back seat.
“Oh, my god! Are you okay?” I shrieked, but he didn’t answer. “Shit!”
Now I was sitting there wishing he was drunk!
So many thoughts rushed through my head like a damn wave, and I didn’t know what to do. Looking at him again, I ran a hand down my face.
“Shit, what am I doing?” I questioned myself as I flicked on the light and reached over to my glove compartment.
“Listen, if you’re messing around, please don’t. I have a gun, and I will shoot you!” I warned him as I clutched my paper spray tightly in my hand while wishing it was a gun.
I had watched enough TV to know that people be out here getting robbed and shit, and if this nigga was on that bullshit, he would have a fight on his hands! Plus, he had already threatened me before, so who knew if this was just a set up?
“Do you hear me? I have a gun, and I will light your ass up with it. You better not be playing.”
He didn’t move, so against my better judgement, I opened my car door and climbed out. I walked around to the other side of the car and pulled open the back-passenger door.
He was still slumped over and looked like he was barely breathing. Scared out of my mind and praying he was genuinely out cold, I climbed in next to his head and pushed him up.
A painful groan left his lips, and his eyes remained closed. I put my hand on his stomach, trying to hold him up, and then I felt something wet. When I lifted my hand to look, I saw that it was blood.
“Oh, my god!” I screamed, and as I jumped back, he fell onto the seat again.
What the fuck do I do? My brain was running a mile a minute, and I started to hyperventilate.
There was a semi dead body in the back of my car! My mind told me to call the police, but my heart wouldn’t let me. I knew a thing or two about the streets, so if this nigga was hurt, it probably had something to do with his “profession,” and I wasn’t trying to get this man locked up on top of him being injured.
Yes, I hated that they were dealing in my grandmother’s building, but I wasn’t heartless. I just wanted the police’s presence to make them move on somewhere else!
I pressed my fingers against his neck and felt that he had a weak pulse. My head shot up to look around when I heard a car approach, and I saw that it was a police car.
Looking back down at this injured stranger, the idea of calling the cops over crossed my mind as I stared at his perfect face. Maybe I was wrong for what I was about to do, but all I could do was pray that I wasn’t making a mistake.
“Dior, are you fucking crazy?” I paced the floor and questioned myself as I watched this mystery man who was laid out on my couch.
I don’t know why, but I drove him straight to my apartment and brought him inside. It wasn’t damn easy because this man was big and weighed a ton. We barely made it inside, and I dropped him a few times too! But, now here he was, lying on his back and looking dead. I only knew that he wasn’t because I could see his chest moving up and down as he breathed.
He had lost a lot of blood, and I knew he needed to go to a hospital. However, that wasn’t an option. Police would most definitely arrive just from his injuries. And something in my gut told me the police was the last thing he needed in his life at this moment.
Beeeppppp!
The sound of the buzzer made me jump ten feet in the air and damn near piss on myself. I quickly ran for it and pulled the door open. My best friend, Gia, was standing there looking pissed because I had called her and begged her to come out of her house late at night.
“Bitch, you lucky I love yo’ ass. Now, what the hell was so urgent that you got me missing my damn TV programs?” she snapped.
I pulled her in and slammed the door. “Okay, just don’t freak out,” I told her with pleading eyes, and she looked at me like I had just sprouted twelve heads or something.
Gia folded her arms across her chest and mean mugged me.
“What the hell did you do now?”
“Nothing, I promise. Just come,” I said and led the way to my living room.
“BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!” she screamed when she saw this man lying on my couch.
I quickly covered her mouth and told her to be quiet. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes.
“He’s the guy from my grandmother’s building,” I admitted, and her brows furrowed while my hand still covered her mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, Gia. I didn’t do anything. But he’s hurt, and I didn’t know where else to bring him,” I explained.
She smacked my hand away from her mouth and walked slowly toward him.
“Girl, I don’t know why the fuck you would bring the nigga who threatened you to your fucking crib!” she fussed and then shook her head. “Shit, he fine as fuck, though.” She grinned, and I shook my head at her. “What’s wrong with him?” She got closer and bent down to look at him.
When he moaned, we both screamed and jumped. We were a bunch of damn pussies up in there right.
“Shhhhh,” I said, we grabbed our chests to calm down.
I didn’t need my damn neighbors knocking on my door.
“I think he’s been shot and stabbed. He has two wounds.” I pointed at them. “One to his shoulder and one to his side. Can you fix it?”
She swung her head around so fast to look at me that I felt the wind she made.
“Dior, I’m a damn veterinarian in training!” she panicked.
Shrugging my shoulders at her, I handed her the first aid kit.
“Isn’t it still medicine?”
She gave me a questioning look and grabbed the kit out of my hands.
“Bitch, if he wakes up and his dick doesn’t work, make sure you tell him it was your doing!” She pointed at me and opened the kit.
“Why the hell wouldn’t his dick work? You’re treating his side and shoulder!”
“Girl, I don’t know! Humans are different from animals. You got an injured rabbit, I can fuck with that, but a human,” she tutted and shook her head.
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nbsp; “Just do your best, G. Besides, don’t your ass be watching Grey’s Anatomy?”
She looked at me and rolled her eyes so hard that I was surprised they didn’t get stuck.
I walked over to the other couch and took a seat as I watched this beautiful yet scary man.
Please, don’t die, I prayed as Gia got to work.
It took her a few hours, and she had to go get some more supplies, but she finally finished working on him, and damn did she do a good job. She managed to get the bullet out of his shoulder and stitched that up after pouring alcohol on it. His side was a little harder because he had been stabbed quite deep, but she managed to stitch him up really good.
We both stood to our feet and looked at him. His color was starting to come back, and I was grateful for that. He looked almost gray before.
“Dior, he may still need to go to the hospital. There’s no telling how much blood he lost. He may not wake up,” she explained, and I nodded.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
He suddenly started to cough, and we both held our breath. His eyes opened, and he looked at us for a second before shutting them again.
“Let’s wait it out until morning. If he still doesn’t look good, you have to take him to the hospital, Dior, for real. You don’t want this man dying here,” she schooled me, and I agreed.
“I know I don’t, but I just didn’t think he needed cops in his life.”
“Hmmm, you right about that. This nigga has money. You see those sneakers? Those bitches ain’t even out yet! And look at the ice he’s rocking. All I know is, he’s lucky you found him because anyone else would have robbed him and left him on the street somewhere,” she said, and I looked over at him.
I didn’t really know this man, but I couldn’t help the fact that I felt like I was supposed to find him. Gia was right; if it had been someone else, this man would have been dead by now or in the hospital waiting for the police to arrest him.
He made a little groan again and moved his head.
“He might be in pain. I have some horse tranquillizer.” She smiled at me, and I pushed her.
