A Gangsters Melody (12 page)

I was at the shop doing Terry’s hair for Monica’s Birthday party later on that night. While doing Terry’s hair she decided to fill Lashawn, Monica and myself in on her latest male victim.

“Yo. Did I tell ya’ll that the nigga Gerard is trippin because he just got his credit card bill back?” Terry asked, nonchalantly as I flat ironed her hair.

“Well bitch he should spaz on you. You spent like $7500 dollars. You lucky he ain’t two piece ya ass.” Lashawn responded, matter of factly.

“Spaz for what? He gave me the credit card in the first place.” Terry responded.
“Yeah but he told you to pay your cable bill. Bitch you re-decorated your entire living room.” Monica jumped in.
“Damn, you are playing a dangerous game Terry.” I chimed in.
“Look, it ain’t my fault that his nose is wide open and he neglects his wife and kids just so I can get whatever I want. And the crazy thing is we ain’t even fuck yet. All I let him do is eat the pussy. And for that, I get all my bills paid and his wallet is open whenever I want it.” Terry replied.
“Oh shit, I forgot that nigga Gerard was married. Bitch you’re a fucking home wrecker.” Lashawn answered back.
“Look. The way I see it is, if a nigga ends up in my bed his home is already wrecked. I didn’t put a gun to his head and ask him to trick all of his bread on me. Besides, as long as I’m taken care of what the fuck do I care about his wife and kids? Shit. That bitch better charge it to the game. Fuck around and I’ll be the next Mrs. Gerard McMillan.” Terry stated, a little bit more hype this time.
It was just then that the woman under the hair dryer directly across from Terry sprung into action.
“Bitch is you fucking my husband?” She screamed, as she ran across the floor in Terry’s direction in a fit of rage.
Unfortunate for her, that she never reached her destination. Monica had stepped in front of her, snatched her by her quick weave and initiated the assault that would ruin this poor girls night.
“Bitch is you trying to run up on my girl? Have you lost ya fucking mind?” Monica asked, before slapping the girl repeatedly across the face.
But the woman never had a chance to respond because Lashawn was next to spring into action. She grabbed the woman by the shirt and continuously began punching her in the face. Terry jumped out of the chair next.
“Hold that bitch still.” She instructed, as Monica and Lashawn each grabbed an arm.
Terry rummaged through my top drawer until she found a stra’ight razor. She then headed over to where Monica and Lashawn had the girl held captive.
“Now bitch, you should have known better than to try and do some dumb shit like running up on me. If you had done your homework, you would have known right away that I am the wrong bitch to fuck with. Now I’m going to give you a constant reminder of who the fuck I am.” Terry said, before grabbing the girl by her face and slowly but painfully carving a letter “T” in her cheek.
The girl screamed to the top of her lungs as I, along with my other customers just watched in horror and shock.
The way the girl grabbed her face and the blood squirted through her fingers, reminded me of a scene

out of the worst horror movie you could imagine. Terry spat in the girls face, punched her in it, and then ordered her to leave the shop. Now it was my turn to spaz out as the rest of the girls celebrated their victory.

“A ‘yo what the fuck is wrong with ya’ll? This is my shop and my place of business. Look at all of this blood; look at all of this mess. The police are going to come and shut my shit down. I can’t believe ya’ll.” I screamed hysterically.

“Yo Tiffany, calm that shit down. That bitch needed to get dealt with. She was out of pocket and you fucking know it. Now I’m sorry that shit had to get funky in your place of business. But when shit like that hits the fan, there ain’t no right or wrong time to deal with it. You just deal with it. Now I told you from the gate how we got down and now you have had a chance to see for yourself. So quit ya fucking crying and finish twisting our wigs up so we can tear the club up tonight.” Monica stated, calling herself checking me.

Ladies and gentlemen we are now arriving in beautiful Miami Florida. The time now is 9:48am and the temperature is a warm 78 degrees. Please re-adjust your tray tables and bring your seats back to the upright position. We hope you enjoyed the flight and we thank you for flying American Airlines.

As a surprise to me Travon had flown me to Miami for a few days. After all the bullshit that went down at the shop, he knew that I desperately needed to get away. I looked over at him as he slept quietly on my shoulder. Poor thing was tired as a dog, he had been out all night doing his producing and promoting thing and didn’t get home until around 4am, and we had to be at the airport at 6am.I almost felt bad waking him up but the plane was landing. He could rest once we got to the hotel.

“Baby wake up. We’re here.” I said, nudging him slightly. He was so tired he didn’t even budge.
“Come on Tray, the plane is landing.” I said, nudging him a bit harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up baby.” He finally responded.
His eyes stayed closed but at least he wasn’t in a dead sleep. Me on the other hand, I was excited as hell. I had never really been anywhere before. And as the plane descended and I saw the beautiful scenery with the ocean and palm trees I knew I was in for a good vacation. When we got outside of the airport, there was a chauffeur holding up a sign with Travon’s name on it. But he wasn’t standing in front of a limousine; it was a large exotic looking car. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but it was black with dark tint, the back seat windows had curtains and the emblem on the hood looked like two letter M’s going through each other.
“Your chariot awaits.” Travon said, pointing towards the luxury vehicle in front of us. Bu as we attempted to enter, the chauffer (who just happened to be white) stepped in front of us.
“Excuse me but this vehicle is reserved.” He said, as he rolled his eyes, turned up his nose and stopped me by lightly grabbing my arm. Before I could react, Travon sprung into action.
“First of all motherfucker, take your hands off of my wife before I slap the dog shit out of you. Second of all, this car is reserved for me. Now put the luggage in the trunk before I call your boss Scott right now and have you driving yellow taxi’s in New York by tomorrow.” Travon said, through clenched teeth, now almost chest to chest with the chauffer. His voice was monotone yet firm and the words cut through the chauffer like a hot knife through butter.
“I-I apologize Mr. Outlaw. I h-h-had no idea sir.” The chauffer said, stuttering and fumbling with the bags.
“Yeah, I know you didn’t you racist motherfucker.” Travon replied his voice still firm and his stare was as cold as a gangster’s soul.
In all the time I had known him I had never saw Travon angry. I mean like I said, he wasn’t flipping out, but his demeanor during this ordeal was a side of him that I had never seen. But even so, I decided to just write it off. After all, the man did put his hands on his wife. I melted like butter when I heard that. He had never addressed me as his wife before. God I love this man.
When we reached the Hotel it looked like it was never ending. I damn near got a crook in my neck from looking up.

“Damn baby. What floor are we staying on?” I asked, excitedly.
“We are all the way at the top. We are staying in the Penthouse suite baby.” He replied, giving me a hug and a short but sensual kiss.
“Will that be all Mr. Outlaw sir?” The Chauffer said, now with a total change of attitude.
“That’s all for now. But I paid to have this car on call 24 hours a day during my stay in Miami and I plan on tipping my driver very well.” Travon responded, digging into his pockets while the chauffer’s mouth started to water.
“Too bad the driver ain’t you. Here, give Scott my card and tell him to send me a new driver.” Travon said as he passed his card to the now infuriated driver.
“Mr. Outlaw that won’t be necessary. I assure you that what happened at the airport was a horrible mistake and it won’t happen again sir.” The chauffer pleaded.
“You’re damn right it won’t happen again. Now beat it. Kick rocks motherfucker, before I lose my temper.” Travon demanded, as the now beet red chauffer handed the bags to the bellboy who was beet red himself trying not to double over with laughter.
“Very well sir.” The chauffer said, finally giving up. The Hotel lobby was just as big and beautiful as the outside. It was decorated with a gold and cream décor, and there were very big chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. There was a large ivory piano in the center of the floor and a man in a tuxedo taking request from any guest that had one.
“I bet you don’t know any Jay-Z.” Travon said, ignorantly as he placed a crisp 100 dollar bill inside the man’s tip cup.
The man pretended to find it funny as he accepted the money and gave a fake smile. Once we registered at the front desk we were instructed to head over to the golden elevator to the left that was separate from the rest of the elevators in the hotel. When the elevator opened up there was a man inside with a red suit on sitting on a stool, it became apparent that his job was to operate the elevator. The only thing is the elevator had no buttons; it only had a key slot that was marked PH. I’m guessing that it stood for Penthouse. When the doors closed the attendant inserted the key and the elevator began to rise. It seemed like we were headed upward forever and a day before the elevator finally came to a stop. When the doors opened we were in the living room of the biggest hotel room I had ever seen in my life. The suite was the size of three apartments. It had two floors that you accessed by climbing a winding staircase. There was a large plasma television that hung over the fireplace. There was a balcony that overlooked the whole Miami skyline as well as the beach. On the balcony there was a Jacuzzi and a wet bar. The first floor also had its own private kitchen. Upstairs there was a king size bed along with a bathroom that had another Jacuzzi as well as two stand up showers that had multiple shower heads that came out of the walls. I would find out later that it was for water massage purposes.
“So do you like it baby?” Travon asked, wrapping his arms around me and placing a nice soft kiss on my neck.
“Oh, I love it Tray, I responded.
“Well that’s good because I want you to really enjoy this weekend.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure I will. There is no doubt in my mind about that.” I replied, closing my eyes and praying that I wasn’t dreaming.

It was day three of our vacation; I had just finished dicking Tiffany down and decided to handle a little business while she was asleep. D-Boy had a line on a new connect out here in Miami where I could get my shit 100% better and 20% cheaper. So besides the fact that I wanted to do something nice for Tiffany, I was also out here for business purposes. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to hide who I was or what I did, but she wasn’t built for this lifestyle and would never be able to handle it. I grabbed my cell phone and called D-Boy so I could find out exactly where to meet this connect.

“Yo what’s good lover boy?” D-Boy answered, knowing it was me.
“Yeah whatever nigga, what’s poppin?”
“Ain’t shit son, just maintaining keepin’ shit in order for you while you’re gone.”
“That’s what’s up, a’ight so listen. How do I contact this nigga out here?”
“Look man, I wanted to talk to you about that. I ain’t really feelin’ you handling this out there by yourself, with no muscle or nothing. Do you even got a hammer with you?” D-boy asked, concerned.
“Nah not yet, but I’ll handle that. You know I don’t go into a situation with blinders on nigga,” I responded.
“Yeah Tray, I know but I still don’t see why you ain’t let me and L.V. come with you to hold you down.”
“Because fam, me and Tiffany are on vacation. And if she found out that ya’ll were out here she would definitely know something was up. And we both know that can’t happen.”
“Yo. I still don’t see what the big secret is. Why don’t you just tell her everything?”
“Because I keep telling you, she’s different. She’s not like the rest of the chicks out there.”
“Yeah whatever nigga. When are you going to learn? They are all the same. As long as the money is flowing they could care less about where it comes from.” D-Boy stated.
“Yeah well, I ain’t gonna knock your opinion, but back to business where do I meet this nigga at?”
“Okay. His name is Rodrigo. And you can meet him at his bar on Collins Ave. it’s called the Oasis. Go to the back and spit your name. They expecting you.”
“A’ight that’s what’s up. I will call you when everything is done. I’m on my way to Tracy’s hotel room to pick her and the buy money up.”
“One last question. How did you manage to keep Tracy a secret if ya’ll was on the same flight?”
“Easy. Me and Tiffany were in first class and Tracy was in coach.”
“Damn you are one smooth nigga Tray. I know you gonna tear that up while you’re out there.”
“Nah son I’m good. I’m out here with Tiffany. And that’s what it is. I ain’t even gonna play her like that.”
“Yo. You kill me. I really don’t understand your logic and way of thinking sometimes. Anyway, be careful nigga. And hit me as soon as that shit is done.”
“You already know.”
“A’ight 100.”
After I hung up the phone I headed downstairs to the Maybach that I had rented for the week. After that bullshit with the first driver Scott sent me over a driver that was more to my liking. He was a young black cat named Terrence. He knew Miami like the back of his hand, both the good and the bad. He had driven for me when I came out here, and I actually requested him originally but it was his day off. I called and let him know I was in town and what I needed and it was on. I definitely needed him around. When I got to the car he was reading the latest Don Diva magazine. When he saw me coming he put the book away and immediately got out to open my door.
“Good morning Mr. Outlaw.” He greeted me.
“Hey what’s up Terrence?” I asked, giving him dap.
Nothing much sir just ready to get the day started.” He responded.
“Well let’s do it then and oh yeah. You seem like a pretty cool dude. So from now on just call me Tray.”
“Ok that’s what’s up Tray. And that package you requested is waiting for you. Just hit 3393# on the arm console in the back.”
“Good looking Terrence.” I said, before handing him $200
I got in the back of the car as Terrence closed the door. I immediately hit the code on the middle console and recovered the black .380 with the silencer attached that Terrance had stashed for me. And just as I had ordered there was no visible serial number.
“Where to Tray?” Terrence asked, through the intercom.
“First stop is the Sheraton, and then to the Oasis on Collins.” I responded.
“Okay no problem.” He responded, as we pulled away from the curb.
I called Tracy to tell her I was on my way and to be ready, so that we could get this business over with as soon as possible. When I arrived at the hotel I noticed that she was not standing outside as I directed her to, which was odd because Tracy always followed my orders to the letter. I was going to call her and spaz on her but when I did I was sent to the voice mail. After three re-dials I decided to go upstairs. I took the elevator to the 15
^th
floor and proceeded to room 1527. As I approached the room I could hear slow music playing which was probably the reason she didn’t hear the phone. I knocked on the door and she answered from the other side.
“Who is it?”
“It ain’t fuckin’ room service Tracy. Open the fucin’ door.” I said, upset that she wasn’t ready.
When she opened the door she had absolutely nothing on. I was mesmerized for a split second as her naked body and her perfectly shaped ass sashayed over to the bed where her clothes were laid out.
“I’m sorry daddy. I know I should have been ready. But you know how us women are.” She said, trying to smooth me over.
“Yeah well fuck that. You ain’t getting ready for no date. You about to go and handle business. Now hurry the fuck up. Time is money. And right now you don’t have either.” I said, firmly letting her know that this was not a game.
“Come on baby don’t be mad. You know I would never do anything to fuck your business up. You know I’m gonna always hold you down.” She replied, seductively while grabbing my face with one hand and fingering herself slightly with the other.
“Girl ain’t nobody got time for that shit.” I barked pushing her and away.
“Okay daddy damn. Well how about when we get back?” She responded.
“Nah, it ain’t even goin down like that. You’re here for one purpose and one purpose only. So don’t get it twisted.” I reminded her. As I unzipped the secret compartment in her Louis Vitton suitcase and removed $50,000.00 in cash, and placed it in a smaller Louis bag that I already had waiting.
“Is it because of that square bitch you got back at the hotel? Don’t tell me you’re actually digging that green bitch.” She antagonized, as she got dressed.
“Bitch just get dressed.” I barked, through clenched teeth.
She continued to mumble under her breath but I didn’t give a fuck, just as long as she was getting dressed. Then I heard the comment that I had to address swiftly.
“This nigga trippin’. He gonna turn me down for that bitch? I look ten times better than her. She probably can’t even fuck.
I personally think he’s going faggot, wait till I tell niggas in the hood.
”
That last comment was what landed her on the floor from a vicious slap to the face.
“Would a faggot do that? Now get ya’ hoe ass up and let’s go.” I ordered, as she complied holding her face. Tracy and I had history so she knew how I felt about the disrespect. And she let it be known as she picked herself up off the floor and grabbed her purse.
“I’m sorry daddy. I know I was way out of pocket. Trust me it won’t happen again.” She said, as she kissed me softly on my cheek and headed for the door.
When we got downstairs Terrance was standing outside of the car so he could let us in. when we got in I asked him to roll up the privacy glass and then I disconnected the intercom so that he could not hear what I was about to tell Tracy.
“Okay look ma. When we get in there just hold tight while I do all the talking. Don’t say a fuckin’ word. Just stand there and look sexy as usual. If all goes according to plan we will be in and out in no time.” I instructed her.
“And if all doesn’t go well Tray?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Then it’s business as usual,” I said, handing her the .380.
“Not a problem daddy. You know I got you.” She said as she placed the gun in her Hermes purse.
Tracy was thorough as fuck. She was by far one of the prettiest bitches I had ever come across. She was about 5’8, dark chocolate skin. About a size 7 in the waist and a 38d in the breast. Her eyes were a natural shade of green and her hair came to the middle of her back and that too was natural. So to the human eye she looked like your normal flawless model type of chick. But looks can be deceiving and that’s why I stopped fucking her and put her on the team. Quiet as it is kept Tracy was the true meaning of a gangster bitch she was surgical with a stra’ight razor and definitely had no problems busting her gun. And because she was so fucking beautiful, none of the marks ever saw it coming. Her beauty always caught them off guard. Next thing they knew they were hanging with Biggie and Pac. I turned the intercom back on and instructed Terrance to head over to The Oasis.
When we arrived at the bar I instructed Terrance to keep the car running because we would be right back. Once we got inside we headed stra’ight to the back just like D-Boy said. There was an office near the bathroom and a huge bodyguard stood watch outside. As we approached, naturally he stopped us and asked us our business. I informed the dude of who I was and who I wanted to see. Rodrigo was expecting me so he just proceeded to pat us down. Finding nothing on me he then turned his attention to Tracy. And just like many times before, this so called bodyguard was stuck. It’s like she had him in a trance as she stood there in her form fitting Vera Wang dress that accentuated her perfect shape, and her 5 inch stilettos. He was so worried about patting her down that he never even checked her purse. As usual he fell victim to the beauty. Maybe if he didn’t spend so much time grabbing her ass and titties he would have been on point enough to search her purse. After the extended search, he opened the door and let us in.
“Welcome Mr. Outlaw.” Rodrigo said, as he stood up from behind his marble desk.
He was small in stature; maybe about 5’5 with a medium build. He had a full goatee and his eyes were a glazed shade of blue. I’m guessing blue was his natural color and the glaze came from his personal stash of coke that was spread out on his desk.
“Please sit down have a drink or do a few lines.” He insisted, all geeked up.
“No thanks. I’ve got a busy schedule. Let’s just get down to business.” I responded.
“Well Mr. Outlaw. In my country we take it as a sign of disrespect when our hospitality is brushed off.” He replied, flicking the ashes of his Cuban cigar into the ashtray.
“Well in my country we don’t socialize when we come to handle business. We get in and get out.” I responded, staring him square in the eye.
“Okay, okay papi. Let’s get down to business. Chu got the money?”
“You got the shit?”
Si, si. I’ve got just what you want. But first let me commend you on your reputation. It definitely precedes you. My sources tell me that you are the top dog in New York. And now you are rapidly expanding into the D.C. and Baltimore areas.” He said, staring me right back in the eye from behind his desk.