A Gangsters Melody (8 page)

When we got to the park it was just as the girls had described it. There were people everywhere. It looked just like the club parking lot the first night we went out but this was even bigger and better, because of the size of the park. I saw all sorts of cars from Benzes, to Bentleys. There were Range Rovers and motorcycles on deck, and thousands of people mingling and waiting for the games to start. Monica had managed to get us a Range Rover for the day as well. When we pulled up, all eyes were on us as usual. The niggas was loving us and the bitches were either hating or wanted to be down with us. In any event I was loving the attention I was getting in the Gucci coochie cutters and matching bra top with the heels to match. I had to ever so often re-arrange my 38 double D’s so that they wouldn’t come flying out of the bra top that was supposed to hold them snug.

“Okay bitches, this is it. I smell at least a couple hundred stacks up in here today so a good percentage of that should come home with us. Ya dig?” Monica said to the rest of us.

I already seen a few prospects.” Lashawn responded. “Yeah me too.” Terri joined in.
“And what about my prized pupil, you spot anything yet?” Monica asked me.

“Yeah I seen a couple candidates.” I lied, not wanting anyone but Travon.
“Alright then, let’s spread out and get this money. Keep ya’ll phones on.” Monica instructed, as we all went our separate ways.
I hadn’t got a good six steps away when I was approached by this tall chocolate athletic guy that kind of resembled Morris Chestnut.
“Hey Shawty. What’s ya name?” He asked, smiling showing his diamond encrusted teeth.
“My name is Tiffany.” I replied, hoping he would just keep it moving.
“What’s good? My name is Breeze.” He said, extending his hand.
“Nice to meet you.” I responded, shaking his hand.
“I aint never seen you round here before, I would remember a dime like you trust me.”
“Yeah well I aint been here that long. I’m new in town.”
“Oh okay. That’s what’s up. Are you new enough to still be single?” He asked, making his move.
“Um something like that.” I responded, subconsciously looking him up and down checking out his attire.
“Oh baby don’t let the basketball shorts and t-shirt fool you. I’m only wearing this because I got a game in a few minutes. And after I win that game I’m gonna pick you up in that Bentley right over there and we are gonna go shopping and out to dinner. Put my number in your phone. “He instructed, as I pulled my phone out.
“210-555-6969 as soon as the game is over just hit me. We’ll go back to my condo, I’ll take a shower, get changed and then we’ll be out.”
“Okay slow down. One thing at a time. Let’s see if I call you first.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” He said arrogantly, flashing his diamond teeth again. Which I now saw spelled out his name.
“Anyway. Maybe I’ll holler at you later. Then again maybe I won’t.” I teased.
“Yeah okay. We’ll see youngin.” He replied, in his Baltimore drawl as I sashayed away.
I had wandered around for about 30 minutes or so accepting and rejecting phone numbers from niggas lobbying for a piece of my pie. I had only taken the numbers for show and tell with the girls. Travon was proving to be all I ever wanted and needed. But to hear the girls tell it, all niggas was the same and they would never change so their motto was “do it to them first and do it to them worst.” And that’s the creed they lived by. But unlike them I knew a great man who was the total opposite of everything they claimed that men stood for. My daddy was nothing like the sex craved monsters they made all men out to be.
“Hey girl, how you lookin?” Monica said, sneaking up behind me.
“I’m doin pretty good I guess. I bagged a nigga with a Bentley.”
“Who? The only nigga in this park with a Bentley is that nigga Breeze. You bagged him?”
“Yup. I sure did.” I responded, now feeling myself.
“Damn girl that’s what’s up. That nigga there got his shit together. I don’t even know why he out here getting all sweaty and shit. He is way too smooth for that.”
“He talkin about taking me shopping and out to eat right after the game.”
“Yeah he about to spend a grip on you, damn you are one lucky bitch. Yo, call that nigga and have him get us some seats right near the bench so we can watch the game. The game he playin in is gonna be good. Them niggas is playin for like $250,000.”
“Damn, that much for some basketball?”
“Yeah, it ain’t trickin if you got it.”
I pulled my cell phone out and called Breeze like Monica asked me to do. And as if he knew I would call, he already had a seat waiting for me. I just had to get him to clear a space for Monica and the girls. We had all gathered and attempted to watch the game amidst all of the niggas trying to hit on us in between plays. I watched as Breeze made his way up and down the court scoring points at will as if he played in the NBA. He was phenomenally good; it kind of made me wonder why he chose the streets over going pro. The other team couldn’t keep up. Either he was shooting a jump shot, or slam dunking the ball. When they tried to double team him, he did some type of fancy pass. Each move excited the crowd to the tune of oooo’s and ahhhh’s. During half time, Breeze came and talked with me for a while before rejoining his team in the huddle. The second half proved to be no different from the first. There was Breeze, B-More’s very own Michael Jordan scoring at will, rendering his opponents defenseless. When the final buzzer rang it was a massacre. Breeze’s team 128 the losers 88. The winners congregated at center court holding up trophies and celebrating their victory, as a man in a suit and tie grabbed the microphone and quieted the crowd. He gave a quick speech about everyone coming out and showing unity and then presented Breeze with a giant MVP trophy. Breeze then gave his quick acceptance speech and walked towards me with the trophy winking and smiling. I’m sure he was thinking about what he was going to do to me, or what he thought he was going to do to me. Just as I was thinking about spending his money. But neither thought would come to fruition, when Breeze was about twenty steps away from me I saw someone coming up behind him, who I assumed was just another fan, but nothing could be farther from the truth. My eyes got bigger as I saw the guy pull a large black gun from his waistband. It was as if everything and everyone was moving in slow motion and nobody saw what was happening but me. My mouth was moving but the words were stuck in my throat. Breeze continued to smile as he walked towards me thinking it was him that was making me speechless, I tried to scream as the gunman raised his weapon to the back of Breeze’s head but my warning never got the chance to be heard as the shot split his head in half and sent blood and brain fragments flying everywhere and everyone running and screaming. I never even felt Monica dragging me out of the park, it seemed as if I was still standing there watching Breeze’s lifeless body take an eternity to hit the ground. But I wasn’t standing there. I was back in the truck with Monica and the girls and we were on the highway. How we got there I don’t know, but somebody had to shake me vigorously to snap me out of my trance.
“Girl snap out of it, pull yourself together are you okay?” I think it was Terri who asked.
“I saw the whole thing. I watched it happen, I saw who did it.” I managed to mutter out.
Monica slapped me viciously across the face to snap me out of it.
“Hey, hey , hey. You aint see shit. Do you hear me? You aint see a motherfuckin’ thing so get that thought out ya’ head right the fuck now!”

I was awakened by a soft kiss on my lips. I thought I was dreaming so I didn’t hop up right away. I was still trying to enjoy the dream of Travon and me making love again. But I was forced to open my eyes when I felt the kiss on my lips again.

“Rise and shine pretty.” Travon said, as he stood over me.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked; glad to see him but still half asleep.
“I heard there was a damsel in distress so I came running.” He said, showing off his million-dollar smile.
“Captain Outlaw to the rescue huh?” I said, laughing.
“Well you know. I just make it do what it do.” He replied, chuckling with me.
“Mmm Hmm. So what are you really doing here?” I asked, really wanting to know.
“Well I heard a little about what happened to you this morning, and I feel somewhat responsible. So I’m here to help.” He responded, with the most sincere look on his face.
“Really? And just how do you plan on doing that?” I asked, sitting up.
“You just be ready by the time I get back, and I’ll explain everything.” He said, and then he kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the room. Monica quickly stuck her head in the room.
“You can thank me later.” She said, grinning from ear to ear and dipping her head back out of the room. I just exhaled and flung myself back on the bed and thought to myself. “
What is going on
?”

I had received a text message from D-Boy, he spoke in our normal code and let me know that something was wrong. But I didn’t know exactly what it was. So I proceeded to the meeting place with caution. When I got to the abandoned warehouse I scoured the area looking for anything that might have been out of place. Strange or suspicious people standing around, cars in the parking lot that I hadn’t seen before or anything that was out of the ordinary. I checked, and double checked and everything seemed all good. So I proceeded to the front door, and gave the secret knock. After a few seconds D-Boy cautiously came to the door with his Glock 9mm in his hand.

“Okay Dee, what’s the big emergency?” I asked, looking around once more before I walked into the building.

“Yo. Me and L.V. went to drop that package off and them B-More niggas tried to jack us.” D-Boy explained, excited and angry.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about? I thought you said those B-More niggas was cool?” I asked, frustrated and unable to believe what I was hearing.

“Look man, they was cool. We been dealing with them for a minute now with no problem and then all of a sudden they flipped on us.”

“We got something even better than that. Follow me.” D-Boy said, smiling and leading me through the hallways of the abandoned building.

“What can possibly be better than that?” I asked, really wanting to know.
“Take a look at this shit.” He said, pulling a duffle bag from behind an old furnace and throwing it to me.
“Got damn. How much is in here?” I asked, shocked to see all the money that was in the bag.
“150 thousand nigga. A hundred and fifty fucking thousand.” He answered, excitedly.
“Oh so you got away with the merchandise and them faggot niggas money? That’s what’s up.” I said, congratulating him.
“But wait. There’s more. Come on.” He instructed. I followed him throughout the winding hallways of this building until we reached the bathroom where I was shocked to see L.V. standing over the bathtub with blood all over his shirt and a gun in his hand.
“Oh shit nigga are you hit?” I asked, rushing over to him.
“Nah. Never that. This blood belongs to this pussy right here.” L.V. said, pointing into the tub. When I looked into the bathtub there was one of the stick up kids, tied up and badly beaten with duct tape over his mouth. He was really badly beaten. His face was bloody and looked like a piece of raw meat. And his eyes were damn near swollen shut. He kind of looked like Rocky at the end of part one.
“Is that nigga dead?” I asked.
“No but he wishes he was, he’s just taking a little nap.” L.V. said, jokingly.
“Wake that bitch up.” I instructed.
“Okay boss, my pleasure.” L.V. said. And in one swift motion, he pulled his gun from the shoulder holster and smacked the stick up kid across the face, sending blood splattering against the bathtub wall.

“Wake up motherfucker.” I said, kneeling down whispering in his ear, and pulling my Desert Eagle. 40. Caliber from my waistband as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Now I’m going to ask your bitch ass some questions, and you’re going to respond by shaking your head yes or no. If there is a question that requires explaining, I will remove the tape and let you answer. However, if you scream, I will shoot you, if you try and call for help, I will shoot you, and last but not least, if you lie about anything, then we will all shoot you. Do you understand me motherfucker?” I asked him, as he nodded his head weakly and I cocked my gun.

I shattered his jaw.” L.V. said, with a chuckle. “Yeah. I only kept him alive because I knew you
would want to have a few words with him.” D-Boy
said.
“Okay motherfucker. Do you know who I am?” I
asked. He slowly shook his head no. “Of course you
don’t because nobody in their right mind would try
and take anything from Travon Outlaw. How many of
them was it?” I said, turning to D-Boy and L.V. “It was him and two more, but them faggots
bounced once we started letting off them shots, ya
heard?” D-Boy stated, proudly.
“Yeah. I popped this bitch in the leg so he didn’t get
too far, but his boys left him.” L.V. added.
“Okay. Today is your lucky day. I’m going to let
your bitch ass live.” I said, removing the duct tape. “Oh my God. Thank you man. I swear I didn’t
know. And I still don’t know who you are.” The stick
up kid said, weak yet excited about his new chance at
life.
“Yeah I feel you. And that’s why I’m going to let
you live. But I need you to deliver a message to your
people.” I informed him.
“Okay dog anything. I’ll do anything. What’s the
message?” He asked, happy about being set free. “Let your boss know that fucking with Travon Outlaw just cost you an arm and a leg.” I said, with a sinister smile on my face.
“I don’t get it?” He replied, looking stupid. “You’re about to?” I said standing and raising my
gun. I fired a shot into his arm, and then another into
his leg. The 40. caliber bullets ripped through his flesh
like a pellet gun through loose leaf paper. As I alternated between hitting the arm and the leg D-Boy and
L.V. followed suit. We fired and mangled his limbs until there was almost nothing left. But I need him alive
so I ordered a cease-fire.
“Drop this bitch ass nigga off on the main strip in
his hood, and meet me back at the suite.Be careful.
And if anybody out there even looks at you wrong you
light they ass up. It’s time to let these motherfuckers
know how we get down.” I stated coldly.