A Gangsters Melody (13 page)

His last comment automatically set the alarms off in my head. Because while it was evident that I was that nigga in NY. Nobody knew about my Baltimore moves. Nobody at all. I knew D- Boy was smart enough not to say anything. So how the fuck did this guala, guala motherfucker know?

“Well you’re right. I am at the top of the food chain in NY. But as far as Baltimore I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, lying but still clawing my mind for clues to how he knew.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Outlaw, lying to me is no way for us to start off our business relationship.” He said, with an intense look on his face that immediately threw me into defense mode.

“Look, are we going to do business motherfucker or are we going to play Trivial Pursuit’s Gangsters Edition?” I stated, a little more vocal than usual.

“Well, we have a slight problem Mr. Outlaw. You see, your movement into the Baltimore/D.C. area has caused great concern for some of my business associates. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t give two shits, but I have to intervene this time. You see, your nemesis Horse is Godfather to my son Hector and also my sister’s fiancé and they are expecting a little bambino. So you see my dilemma. I cannot do business with you.” He said, now standing up from his desk.

I made eye contact with Tracy and the look in her eyes said let me kill this nigga now, but the look in my eyes said chill baby not yet.

“Yo motherfucker, two things I hate wasting is money and time. And you got me wasting both. So with that being said, I’m taking my business elsewhere.” I stated, furiously as I gave Tracy the head nod towards the door.

“Not so fast Mr. Outlaw. I think you have something that belongs to me. I’ll be taking that buy money as a wedding present to my sister and her husband. I’m sure they will put it to good use.” He said, snapping his fingers and extending his hand.

“Nigga you been smoking too much of ya’ own shit. Now it’s in your best interest to let me and my lady go on about our business and maybe just maybe I’ll forget this whole thing happened.” I said. It was then that he pulled a chrome .45 from his waistline.

“Look puto. That wasn’t a request, now let’s go. Give up the dinero and maybe just maybe I’ll let you live.” He said, pointing towards the Louis bag I had in my hand.

“A very wise decision Mr. Outlaw.” He said, bending down to get the bag, but never taking his eyes or gun off of me. He quickly inspected the contents of the bag and sat it on the desk.

“Okay. Now for one more treat before this meeting is adjourned. Come here chica.” He said, motioning for Tracy to come towards him. She looked at me for approval and I nodded in agreement. When she reached him he grabbed her from behind with the gun still pointing at me.

“Baby I been mesmerized by you since you first walked in. what do you say I get a taste of this chocolate in exchange for your life?” he said, kissing her neck and groping her with his free hand.

“Well I can’t give it to you unless my daddy says I can give it to you.” Tracy replied, seductively.
“Go ahead and give it to him, but make it fast so we can get the fuck out of here.” I instructed.
“Now that’s what I call good sportsmanship.” Rodrigo stated, as he kept his gun on me and ran his tongue over Tracy’s neck.
Tracy leaned her neck back and took it. She then leaned over and snorted a line of coke off of the desk. That only further excited Rodrigo as his eyes rolled back into his head and he took his eyes off of me for a split second. He then began to raise Tracy’s dress up and bend her over the table as she moaned as if she were enjoying herself. As he unzipped his linen pants she stopped him.
“Hold on baby, let me do this right.” Tracy said, as she turned around and dropped to her knees.
She continued to unzip his pants and pulled his dick out of his briefs. His eyes rolled back into his head one more time and Tracy made her move. She spit a razor blade out from under her tongue and cut his dick down the middle but the screams never left his mouth as she simultaneously pulled the .380 and fired a shot into his mouth, blowing his brains all over the Van Gogh pain’ting that hung on the wall behind him. As his lifeless body hit the floor Tracy leaned over him and spit in his face.
“Okay baby, that’s enough. Grab the money and let’s get the fuck out of here.” I instructed.
“What about the nigga outside the door?” she asked.
“Pass me your pistol.” I advised her, as she tossed it to me.
I then eased towards the door and looked through the peep hole. I was in luck, the massive body guard stood right in front of it. I put the barrel of the gun to the peephole and fired two shots through the door. Lucky for us his big ass body didn’t drop to the floor. He slid down the door, not making any noise. I motioned for Tracy to grab Rodrigo’s .45 and to follow close behind me. I carefully stuck my head out of the door to see if this ambush gone wrong had been figured out. With no problems in sight, I grabbed Tracy around the waste and walked through the crowded bar as fast as I could without looking too conspicuous. Once outside, I hurried her into the car and gave Terrence the signal to get the fuck out of there. It was time to cut my vacation short and head back to get some get back.

It had been a while since I cut that bitch up in Tiffany’s shop. I can tell she was still pissed behind that shit but she’ll get over it eventually. And besides if that stupid ass nigga Gerard can forgive me I know my girl can. Don’t get me wrong, Gerard was pissed, for all of about three days until I met with him, let him taste me and convinced him that his crazy ass wife attacked me with the razor and that I was just defending myself. His dumb ass was like putty in my hands. I was just going to dead him all together after that incident, but I figured if he fell for that story then he would fall for anything so why not go for the gusto? I had decided to jump out the window one last time and ask Gerard to buy me the new BMW X6 truck. He was really hesitant for a while. So I had to promise to give him the full package and then agree to cut my other “special friends” off and see him exclusively. I lied about both. I mean come on. What type of square bitch did he take me for? This lame ass nigga goes home to his wife and kids every night and I’m supposed to not see anyone else? What the fuck ever. But I played the game to get what I wanted.

I had received a text from him telling me to book a suite at the Sheraton and text him back with the room number. He requested that I wear this ugly ass lingerie outfit that he bought me while we were in St. Bart’s last summer. He also requested that I leave the door unlocked because he would be arriving really late because he had to put the wife and kids to bed before he snuck out. But fuck it, I didn’t care. I knew no matter what went down with us tonight; we were going down to the BMW dealer first thing in the morning whether he wanted to or not. I could just see my fine ass stuntin’ on everybody with my new truck. I really wanted it bad because nobody in the hood had one yet. Not even the biggest of the ballers. My thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone ringing.

“Wassup girl?” I asked, seeing that it was Monica calling.
“Ain’t shit, what you doin bitch?”
“I’m just chillin’, layin’ back. What’s good?”
“Get dressed, we going out with some of the dudes that play for the Ravens. You know I got most of them on my Facebook page.”
“Damn girl, I can’t make it. I’m already tied up with my new shorty I met at the car wash.” I lied, not wanting to hear her mouth about still seeing Gerard.
“Car wash? Bitch you don’t drive.” She joked.
“Yeah I know. I was walking passed while he was getting his Benz detailed.” I continued, with the lie.
“A’ight trick. Well you learned from the best. Hit me up if you ditch him early. We gonna be at the harbor.”
“Okay. Will do. Talk to you later.”
“Dueces.” She responded, before hanging up.
I really hated lying to my girl, but if I told her that I was waiting to meet Gerard, she would have talked my ear off. Shit. She might have come down here and dragged me out of this damn hotel. Monica was a hustler but she was also the concerned mother hen. She took care of all of us. And that’s why we all gravitated towards her. She held us down by any means necessary. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. I then looked over at the clock and realized it was 1:58am. What was taking this loser so long to get here? Shit, if I laid my game down right, I might be able to sneak away and go hang with Monica and them NFL niggas. A few minutes later I heard someone get off the elevator and I could hear that they were headed towards my suite. I quickly turned off the lights and the television and turned over so that I could pretend to be asleep when he came in. Maybe him getting here so late would work to my advantage. I could and would simply be too tired to perform any sexual favors for him. But as always, he could eat away all night. Besides having A1 credit and a shitload of money that’s all he was good at. I heard him turn the knob and come in. I could hear him tip toeing towards the bed. It made my skin crawl to think that in a few seconds he would be all over me kissing my body and feeling me up. I just wanted it to be over. But he never made it to the bed, and I never heard the gunshot. I just felt my body on fire before I blacked out.

I woke up to my cell phone ringing off the hook. When I answered it Monica was crying and screaming hysterically. She told me that Terry had been shot and was in serious but stable condition at Baltimore Memorial Hospital. I started crying as well and immediately started packing my things. I had no idea where Travon was. He was gone when I woke up and he had not been answering his cell phone. I’m sure he would be upset about me wanting to cut the trip short, but hopefully we would understand that with one of my best friends clinging to dear life there was no way I could enjoy myself.

I had picked up the phone to call Travon again when I heard the key card being put in the door. As I rushed towards the door, he rushed through it.

“Pack your things baby; we have to head back home.” He said, rushing past me and grabbing his luggage.

“Travon what the hell is going on?” I asked, confused as to why he wanted to leave. I was the one with the friend in the hospital.

“Tiffany, I don’t have time to explain. Now baby please get packed. The plane leaves in thirty minutes.” He said, before noticing my bags were already packed.

“What’s going on?” he asked, now showing concern.
“Like you said baby, no time to explain. Let’s just get to the airport.” I responded.
Once we got on the plane, I explained everything to Travon; however, he had not yet explained anything to me about why he wanted to leave. He just kept saying that something happened with the boys and it required his immediate attention. He promised to make it up to me and I knew he would. When we landed D-boy and L.V. were waiting on the runway in Travon’s Porsche truck. There was also a black stretch Limo waiting. Travon instructed me to take the Limo wherever I needed to go and that he would ride with the boys and meet up with me later. I kissed him good-bye and immediately headed to the hospital.
When I arrived Monica and LaShawn were at Terry’s bedside. She was unconscious and hooked up to all of these machines. Monica and LaShawn looked like pure shit, like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eyes were swollen and their makeup was smeared from all of the constant crying. I tried to gather myself as I approached my girls.
“Hey ya’ll. What’s up?” I asked, sort of chipper. Trying to lighten the mood.
“Yo they fucked her up Tiffany.” LaShawn said, hugging me and crying.
“C’mon girl don’t cry, she’s gonna be just fine.” I said patting her back and trying to sound re-assuring.
“No she ain’t. Doctors say she only got a 20% chance of pulling through.” Monica stated softly, staring straight ahead not really looking at anyone.
“Well Monica 20% is better than nothing. We have got to think positive.” I replied, trying to keep the spirits up in the room.
“Yeah? Well yesterday she had 50% chance. So you tell me. What’s so fuckin’ positive about that? I swear to god, somebody’s going to pay for this. Anybody whoever hated on us or ever looked at her wrong is gonna get it.” Monica said, crying through clenched teeth. Still staring into space.
“C’mon Monica. We don’t even know who did it, and the truth of the matter is everybody hates on us. So are we gonna go crazy on the entire city of Baltimore?” I asked, trying to calm her down and talk some sense into her but she wasn’t buying it.

“Look Tiffany, I’m gonna tell you again that being one of us just don’t mean getting free drinks, shopping sprees and fucking first class vacations. Now if you ain’t built for the total package, I suggest you fall the fuck back and re-evaluate your affiliation. Cuz shit is about to get really funky.” Monica said, now staring me down with a look that could have sliced me to shreds.

“Monica it ain’t even like that, but I can see you are in no mood to rationalize with me so I’m going to head home.” With that being said, I walked over to Terry, said a short silent prayer and kissed her on the forehead. I then did the same to Monica and LaShawn.

“Ya’ll call me and keep me updated. I’ll be back later” I said, before turning and leaving. As I approached the elevator, I wiped a tear from my eye that had been dying to fall since I got there, and thought to myself…”This shit is about to get crazy.”

“Can somebody explain to me what the fuck just happened out there? How did that shit get so fucked up?” I barked at D-boy and L.V. as we pulled away from the airport headed for one of the apartments that I kept down by the Baltimore Harbor.

“Yo Tray, I had no idea that motherfucker was connected to Horse. I checked, and double checked and nothing like that ever came up.” D-boy responded, adamantly.

“I say we squad up and just go find these niggas and tear them out the frame. I’m sick of all this mystery and espionage shit. Let’s just gorilla these motherfuckers, lay ‘em down and get this money.” L.V. said, cocking back his Glock 40.

“Easy big fella, this ain’t nothing but a chess match. All we gotta do is knock off all of his pawns and shit one by one. And once the king exposes himself, check mate game over.” I replied, as I contemplated my next move.