All I Want is that Hood Love 3 (16 page)

              Dammit man, I can’t even believe that I’m sitting here contemplating about bringing Taysia’s ass along with me. Shit was funny watching her get dressed and I liked how she tried to wear the all black to match my attire. I honestly didn’t think she was advanced enough for this life that I lived, which is why I chose to keep her out of it.

              The more I thought about it, the more what she said to me was right. I had niggas looking for Wesley going on a week now and nobody had the slightest clue of where the nigga was resting his head. I thought early on about asking Taysia to set that nigga up, but like I said, I didn’t think she was advanced for this type of shit. I wouldn’t even say that she was intermediate, but she kept insisting. I watched her put DJ back in his swing and drop his baby bag on the floor. She was pissed the fuck off, and it was all over her face.

              Thinking long and hard about what she was saying, I felt it was only right for me to give her a chance, especially since she could pretty much take me straight to the nigga.

              “Brang ya ass on!” I told her and walked out.

             
Damn I hope I don’t regret this shit!

*****

             
After dropping DJ off with Kira, Taysia and I rode around for about an hour before we got a location on Wesley. She and he were going back and forth via text until he finally decided to meet up with her. I don’t know what Taysia was saying in those messages but that shit was easy for her to get his location.

              “He’s in Edison, at one of his spots. He told me to call him when I get in Edison and he will meet me at the corner so I can follow him back to the house.”

              Wesley wasn’t stupid. He could’ve easily given her the address so that she could put it in her GPS, but he wanted to make sure shit was safe first before he took her back to his spot. That’s why he wanted to meet her at the corner store.

              “Okay cool. We gotta hop in your whip though. That nigga want you to meet him at the store so that he can check out the scene and shit,” I advised.

              I saw Taysia wipe her palms on her pants. I assumed that they were sweating from nervousness.

              “Okay,” was all she said.

              “You good, Mrs. Lady? It ain’t too late to change your mind.”

              “Yeah, I’m good,” she looked at me with an attitude.

              We went back to the house and switched cars. This time Taysia was on the driver’s side. Edison was only about twenty minutes away from Cuthbert. It was a ducked off town for niggas who were on the run or who had gotten themselves in deep shit, such as Wesley. It was a perfect spot to hide out. We were about ten minutes from entering Edison’s city limit.

              “Here’s the deal Mrs. Lady, when you get inside I need you to find a way to unlock the back door. Can you handle that?”

              “Yeah, I got it.”

              “Cool. When you unlocked the door, text me. I’ll come in through the back and handle shit from there. As a matter of fact, when I come in the muthafucka you can leave and wait for me in the car.”

              “Okay.”

              I knew she was somewhat nervous but we had come too far now for her to back out on me. I tried to get her ass to stay at the house in the first place, but she insisted on showing me that she was rocking with a nigga, so I’ma see if she can stay in the kitchen and take the heat.

              “Pull over right here,” I told Taysia pointing over to the right side of the road. The road was dark as fuck and we were surrounded by nothing but dark woods. She looked at me as if I was crazy.

              “Pull over for what?” she asked.

              “I gotta get in the trunk.”

              “How the hell you gonna fit in that small ass trunk Mega?!?!”

              “Shit I’on know, I’ll figure it out. Just pull over.”

              She pulled over and popped the trunk. We both got out and walked around to the back of the car. Fortunately, Taysia never used the trunk so it was completely empty, but that muthafucka was small as hell. Looking inside of the trunk I found the emergency release button. That way I’ll know where it’s at once I got inside.

              “Here, hold my phone.” I pulled my pants up and put one leg in the trunk. Ducking my head, I miraculously managed to get the other leg in and positioned myself in a fetal position. Taysia snickered.

              “Fuck you laughin’ at ma?”

              “You! That shit look uncomfortable as hell.”

              “Shit, it is! Hope my fuckin’ burner don’t go off!” Her eyes bucked and I laughed.             

              “It ain’t gonna go off ma. The safety is on. Give me a kiss.”

              She bent down in the trunk, gave me a kiss and closed it. I heard the driver side door shut and felt the car pull off.

              Two miles to Edison, the sign that was standing on the side of the road read. The closer we got to Edison the more nervous I became. I knew I was going to have to shake this shit off fast because you fuck up when you nervous and I wasn’t trying to fuck up.

              When I entered Edison, I pulled over at the corner store and called Wesley to let him know that I had made it. Ten minutes later, I saw his car pull up. I thought maybe he would just turn around so that I could follow him, but he parked right beside me and got out. I rolled my window down.

              “What’s up beautiful? It’s been a while,” he smirked while observing the inside of my car. I watched him look from the passenger’s side to the backseat.

              “Yeah, it has. We never got a chance to talk after that incident that took place at your house that night, and honestly I thought that you were mad with me,” I lied but I had to make that shit sound real.

              “Why would I be mad with you?” he asked.

              “I don’t know. I thought maybe you felt like I had something to do with it, and I didn’t.”

              “I know you didn’t sweet lady. You good… come on, follow me to my spot. It’s only a couple of minutes from here.”

              “Okay cool.” I rolled up my window and watched Wesley walk back to his car.

              Once he pulled off, I followed.

              Wesley’s spot looked just as it was, a damn spot! On the outside it looked like an abandoned house, but on the inside you could tell it had been remodeled. It looked totally different. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Chino. He was sitting down on the couch in the living room playing an XBOX 360. He was so into that shit that he paid me and Wesley no mind, as we made our way into the kitchen. In the kitchen is where I spotted the backdoor. The only thing about the back door is the muthafucka was boarded shut!
Aint this a bitch!
My only option now was to improvise.

              “Thirsty?” Wesley asked as he walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed himself a can of Sprite soda.

              “No thank you, I’m okay.” I felt like I had trapped myself inside of this house. Wesley’s phone rung and he excused himself. I used that as my chance to text Mega.

             
ME: THE BACK DOOR IS BOARDED SHUT!!!!!!

             
Come on Mega, message me back!

             
The love of my life: CHECK THE WINDOWS!

              ME: K!

              ME: CHINO IS HERE!!

              “Sorry about that. Come on, let’s go in the living room so that we can talk.” Wesley grabbed my hand and led the way.

              When we got to the living room Chino was no longer there. I’m not sure where he went, but all of this shit had me regretting I ever came. I was in too deep now, plus I had to show Mega that I was down with him through whatever. I looked around the living room and guess what? The fucking windows were boarded shut too. I had to hurry up and text Mega back.

              Wesley and I talked for about twenty minutes. I was giggling and shit as if I was really into our conversation. Hell, I had even went as far as rubbing on him as if we could possibly take this shit to the next level. I’m not sure if Mega was still inside of the trunk or not, but I was ready for this shit to be over and done with.

              “Can I use your bathroom?” I asked. Shit, I had to pee for real.

              “Sure, come on, I’ll show you where it’s at.” He pulled me up from the chair and led me down the dark hall to the bathroom. Once inside I text Mega first.             

             
ME: WINDOWS BOARDED SHUT TOO!!!

             
While waiting for Mega to text me back, I went ahead and used the bathroom. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. My phone lit up alerting me that Mega had texted me back.

              The love of my life: DON’T WORRY MA…I’M ALREADY INSIDE.

             
I smiled feeling more safe now that I wasn’t alone in the house anymore.

POW!! POW!!!...POW!!

              I jumped, stuck the phone back inside of my pocket and eased the door open. I didn’t see anyone. Walking down the hallway I was looking for Mega and I didn’t see him. I began to panic as I made it back to the living room and it was empty. Quickly, I pulled my phone from my back pocket and Mega had sent me another text.

             
The Love of my life: Go to the car Mrs. Lady, I got it from here.

             
Going to the car sounded like the right thing to do, but I’d be damned if I was going to leave Mega in here by himself. I heard a lot of commotion coming from the opposite side of the house. Walking fast towards the noise, I noticed that it was coming from upstairs. I could hear Mega upstairs going crazy.

              “PUSSY NIGGA, YOU KILLED MY FUCKIN GRANDMA!!!!”

              I could only hear what was happening and it sounded like Mega was fucking somebody up. Making my way up the stairs slowly, I could see the light on in the room that the commotion was coming from. I stopped halfway up the stairs when I saw someone approaching the room with a gun. They weren’t able to see me because the stairway was pretty dark.

             
Lord please forgive me for what I’m about to do!

             
I pulled Mega’s gun from my waist, the exact same one that I had used to scared Debra with and eased up a little bit closer to get my aim right. Pointing the gun directly at the enemy, I fired.
POW!! POW!!
I hit him once in the shoulder and then one caught him in the abdomen as he went back against the wall and fell to the floor. I rushed up the stairs.

              By the time I made to the top of the stairs, Mega was already at the door entrance with his gun up. He looked at me and then followed my eyes to the body that laid next to his foot. Looking back up at me, a smirk spread across his face as I walked closer to him.

              “Didn’t I tell yo’ ass to go to the car? Good looking out tho’!” he said and shot Dub in the head to ensure that nigga was dead.

              “Chino is somewhere in here too,” I whispered to him.

              “I know,” he whispered back contemptuously.

              I followed Mega back inside the room where he had Wesley knocked the fuck out on the floor. On the other side of the room was Chino. The gunshots that I had heard earlier were reflected off of him.

              “Wake yo bitch ass up!” Mega pulled out a knife.

              “Since you like to stab people muthafucka, I’ma show you just how that shit feel!”

              With that being said, Mega began digging the knife in and out of Wesley’s abdomen. It was so gruesome that I couldn’t bear to watch. A sense of fear rushed over me as I took glimpses of Mega destroying Wesley. Mega was always a different person when he was angry. I stood back and covered my face. Wesley’s phone that was sitting on the bed rang.

              “Ma, answer that nigga phone and tell whoever it is that this nigga is dead!”

              I picked up Wesley’s phone and there was a picture of Brittany on the screen.
I know damn well he ain’t fucking Brittany!

              “Oh shit babe, look.” I showed Mega Brittany’s picture on the screen as the phone continued to ring.

              “WHAT THE FUCK?” Mega snatched the phone from me and answered it.

              “HELLO!” he yelled into the phone.

              “Daddy…Daddy.”

              “Daddy’s dead bitch, and you next!” He hung up the phone and put it inside of his pocket.

              I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Brittany was Wesley’s daughter. So both of those two grimy muthafuckas were working together. Wesley got what the fuck he deserved, and I felt sorry for what was to come for Brittany.

              Once we left, Mega called his clean-up crew to come and dispose the bodies and all of the evidence. We rode home in silence.

              “You a’ight Mrs. Lady?” Instead of answering that question I just looked at him and chuckled. He shook his head and we headed back home.

*****

              That same night Mega dropped DJ and I off back at home and left to go handle Brittany. However, she was long gone. The next day he went to her job only to learn that she had resigned. I eventually talked Mega into letting her breathe and let’s just move the fuck on with our lives. He and I both knew she wasn’t crazy enough to show her fucking face knowing what he was capable of. He agreed but I knew deep down inside that he still wanted to kill the bitch.