Crooked G's (27 page)

“You don't understand, nigga. I got a lot to lose fucking around with those faggots.”

“If you got so much to lose, then why do it? You're getting out tomorrow, man. You still can call this whole thing off.”

“Make sure everything work out,” Bay said, walking away, not giving Officer Stevens' suggestion a second thought. Officer Stevens understood that Bay was serious about what he wanted to do, so he didn't try to hold him back any further. He looked around before he walked away from Bay's cell. The coast was clear, so he walked back to his duty post and waited for everything to later unfold.

The shower room was filled to the max and Timbo had managed to bully a young white boy for his shower slot. Timbo turned around and laughed at how he handled the kid while he adjusted the water pressure. He didn't even notice that Bay was at the opposite side of the shower wall watching his every move. Bay started to shower again until Pam and Glow started arguing with each other about who cheated on whom first. Everyone watched as the two men's words turned physical and they started pushing and grabbing each other. Fists started to fly and the two lovers were going at it with everyone in the shower room observing. They then took their scuffle all the way near the doorway as they chased each other around the room, and then finally wrestled each other
out of the inmates' view. A lot of the inmates who were showering wanted to continue to see a fight, so they followed the two gay men to see how long they were going to go at it.

Timbo saw enough of the altercation and didn't want to run and see no gay men fighting ass-naked like some bitches. He grabbed his bar of soap and started to build up a thick lather all over himself. Bay lifted up a loose floor tile that was under his foot. Underneath was a long flat razor that was left for him by Officer Stevens. He gripped the razor tightly in his hand and then crept up behind Timbo. Timbo couldn't hear Bay approaching over the loud water and continued to lather himself up.

“This might sting a little,” Bay grimly whispered to Timbo, as he put him in a one-armed headlock, and pressed the razor down in his throat. Timbo was struggling to free himself as his feet dangled off the ground. He was losing consciousness from the amount of blood that poured from his carotid artery.

Timbo's fight came to an end when his pulse faded as blood-mixed soap foam dripped off his feet. Bay didn't feel Timbo putting up a struggle, so he let his body slump to the wet shower room floor. Bay dropped the dirty blade down the drain as the remaining inmates stood and watched the tragic incident take place. Bay looked at all the inmates and smiled, showing them exactly how crazy he was. The inmates didn't want to be a witness to the murder, so they turned around and finished their showers. A few of the inmates were scared to turn their back to Bay fearing they would be attacked next. Bay didn't think any of them would snitch on him, so he turned around and washed all the blood off his body.

After Bay was fully clean, he grabbed a towel off the rack and walked out of the shower room laughing hysterically. Bay left a cold and uncanny presence amongst the other inmates, as water from the showerhead continued to pour onto Timbo's lifeless body.

W
ord got around quickly throughout the jailhouse that Timbo had committed suicide in the shower room. There was no witness that saw what had happened, so Officer Stevens didn't have anything to go on when he filled out his report. Bay acted like he couldn't believe what had taken place and was thankful he was getting released. He believed you could easily lose your mind in jail and suicide was sometimes the best option. He was glad his time was minimal in there, and now he could focus on all that was waiting for him on the outside.

“Hey, Bay. It's time to go,” Officer Stevens said, standing in front of his cell waiting to process him out. Bay couldn't do anything but smile as he jumped off his cot and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Hey, dirty-ass mirror. This is the last time you're going to see this pretty face.”

Love Boat Brad got off his bed, so he could say goodbye to his short-term celly. “Make sure you write a nigga, young. We got to make sure we stay up, so I can see what you're doing.”

“Don't worry, big homey. You a true-ass nigga, so I got to fuck witchu. I don't trust too many niggas, but I can say me and you cool. I'm about to be a star and I want you to shine with me,” Bay said, extending his hand to give Love Boat Brad some dap.

“Take care of yourself out there, boy,” Love Boat Brad said, giving Bay a hug.

“Nah, nigga. Don't worry about me. I'm going to be all right. You're the one still behind the wall.”

“I feel you. My turn coming soon.”

Bay was ready to roll out, so he had to say his last words. “I'll make sure to get at you as soon as I can, big homey. I gotta make sure I send you pictures of all the groupie love you can expect to get when you come home.”

“Do that, young, for real.”

Bay walked out of his cell with Officer Stevens, and soon as the cell door was slammed shut, Bay gave Love Boat Brad a head nod, and then started to make his way out of the facility.

“You're still going to get me on as your bodyguard whenever you get started, right?” Officer Stevens whispered in Bay's ear as they walked side by side.

“Yeah, you good. Don't worry; I got you,” Bay whispered back.

Bay and Officer Stevens were almost to the area where he would get processed out as Officer Hoke was walking toward them. Officer Hoke was looking straight at Bay. Bay's jaw clenched as the officer steadily approached. Officer Hoke was the same one who'd broken up the quarrel between him and Timbo. Bay and Officer Stevens suspected he knew something odd about Timbo's alleged suicide. They had to play it cool as they attempted to walk past him.

“Hold on one fuckin' minute, Stevens. I have to ask this piece of shit here a question or two,” the white officer said as he folded his arms, trying to intimidate Bay.

“Make it quick, Hoke. I got to get his ass down to processing.”

Officer Hoke stared at Bay before he spoke. “Listen here, you
little low-life fuck. I was there that day you and that dead inmate got into it, and I'm willing to bet part of my own ass that you killed him.”

“I'm sorry, officer, but if you can recall, that inmate tried to attack me first. I heard he committed suicide anyway. You can't put that on me. I'm innocent.”

Officer Hoke stared into Bay's dark eyes trying to find one reason to believe that he was lying. He didn't have any concrete evidence that placed Bay in the shower room at that time, so he had to let him go for now.

“Hoke. Are you finished yet, man? We got to keep moving,” Officer Stevens said, trying to get Officer Hoke to end his pointless interrogation.

“Yeah, I'm done.” Officer Hoke still looked at Bay. “But let me tell you this, you stupid fuck. When that autopsy comes back and shit don't add up right, I'm going to have your ass back in here faster than you can pull your fuckin' dick out to get some pussy. This ain't over.” Officer Hoke turned and stormed off.

“Don't worry about his ass. He ain't going to find out shit,” Officer Stevens assured.

“I hope you right. That mothafucka sound like he trying to put my ass under the jail. You just make sure he doesn't.”

Bay couldn't afford to go to prison for murder and needed Officer Stevens to keep the heat off of him. Officer Stevens was going to do everything he could to keep his golden ticket to a better life out of prison. He hoped he wouldn't have to go to that extent.

Bay was processed out and given back all his belongings. He checked to make sure all his items were there before he left. Everything was in his pack except for his money clip, but he wasn't
going to trip or make a scene that would end up with him back in jail for disorderly conduct. With all the money he was about to touch in the music biz, he wouldn't have much use for a money clip anyway. “All y'all good people of the law have a nice day,” Bay said, laughing his way out the door, hoping to get under the skin of the officers that were within earshot.

Bay got outside and took a deep breath of all the city air that was waiting for him. He was glad to be free and even happier when he saw Latrice sitting on the hood of her car waiting for him.

“What up, baby girl? Your favorite nigga's out of that bitch. Come here and show me some love,” Bay said as he walked toward Latrice with open arms.

“Hey, Bay.” Latrice gave him a tight hug and felt that his arms and chest had gotten bigger since the last time she'd seen him. Bay took a step back and noticed that Latrice seemed to be a little thicker than he remembered.

“Damn, you got some ass n' titties I ain't never seen before.”

“You really think so? I ain't been doing nothing but eating. You like this, huh?” she said, doing a little pose for him.

“I see you stopped rocking that short hair, huh?” Bay noticed she was wearing her long black weave.

“I decided to try something different. You like it?” She smiled as she played with her hair. All Bay could do was stare and lick his lips at her. He couldn't tell if Latrice was that damn sexy to him or the fact that he hadn't had any pussy in a long time. His dick started to bulge out of his pants and he had to have her soon.

Bay hadn't had anything to eat since he was released, so he wanted to go to his favorite food spot, The Diner in Adams Morgan, to get something in his stomach that was anything but some nasty-ass jail food. At the restaurant, Bay wanted to tell Latrice about
what had happened to Timbo while they were at the table, but he decided to wait until another time. Bay didn't want to tell her the truth, feeling that she wouldn't be able to handle it. He didn't want to make her aware of anything she didn't need to necessarily know about, so he was going to keep that secret from her as long as he could.

Latrice was getting along with Bay so much that she wanted to spend the entire day with him. Bay wanted to be with her too but didn't want to do no walk-in-the-park-type shit. He wanted to take Latrice to a room somewhere and give her dick all night long. He also wanted to find out what was up with his money and company that she was taking care of for him. He was going to get down to business after he first took care of his pleasures. After they left the restaurant, Bay's quest for lust seemed to be ending when Latrice unexpectedly pulled into the Bottom Dollar Inn's parking lot, which was right off New York Avenue. Bay was eager to get his fuck on, but didn't think they were going to end up at a fleabag motel that was locally known as the “hoe hostel.” He didn't want to go to a motel where prostitutes could be seen parading in and out any time of the day. He wanted something better.

“Aye, young. What the fuck are we doing here?”

“I got a surprise for you.”

“You couldn't surprise me at the damn Radisson or Hilton or some shit? What the fuck is this?”

“Bay, calm down. I got you. I need you to trust me so I can do something nice for you, okay? If you don't like what I'm doing for you, we can leave. Please give it a chance first.”

Bay didn't know what she had in mind, but whatever it was, he hoped it would be worth him lying his ass on some funky sheets. Bay began to think she had another woman coming for him to
have a threesome. He was willing to give it a chance to see what was going to go down. He told Latrice before he got out the car that the whole thing better not be some bullshit or he was going to fuck her up. She promised him that he wouldn't be disappointed.

Latrice had Bay open up the door so he could go in the room first. He suspected the reason she wanted him to go in the room first was that she had thrown him a welcome-home surprise party. He realized it couldn't be that. He didn't have any friends that she could invite, and the only ones that would be more than willing to show up were his enemies. Bay wanted his curiosity to cease on what was behind the door, so he opened it up slowly and found nothing but a well-decorated room. There were “Welcome Home, Bay” posters that covered the room from wall to wall and flower arrangements placed neatly about the room. Bay didn't think that the rooms at the motel could be hooked up and never imagined Latrice surprising him like that.

“Damn, girl. You did this for me?” Bay felt overjoyed.

“Yeah. Do you like it?” Latrice asked, smiling bashfully.

“Damn, girl. I wasn't expecting nothing like this. You really came through for a nigga on his first day out.”

“You sit down right here and relax 'cause I ain't did nothing yet,” she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed.

“I need you to get yourself right for me. I got some weed and D'Ussé to help ease your mind,” she said, pointing at the bag of weed and bottle of cognac sitting in a half-melted bucket of ice on the nightstand.

“I'm going to go take a shower and put something sexy on for you. You're still going to be here when I get out, right?”

“Hell yeah. Everything I need is right here. You just make sure you hurry up.”

“I will. Take a shot for me,” she said, smiling before walking into the bathroom. Bay watched her strut across the room and was getting excited.

“Fuck this. I'm 'bout to get bushed,” he said as he took off his button-down Akoo shirt, so he could feel more comfortable in his wife beater. Bay removed the bottle of cognac from the bucket and scooped out some ice and put the cubes in a plastic cup. He filled the cup up to the brim and took a long swig. “Woo! I needed that shit. This shit here is going to have me feeling right in a minute. I'mma be doing some rhinoceros-type fucking when I go through the rest of this bottle.” Bay hadn't drunk alcohol in so long and felt a slight buzz coming on already. He was really trying to get fucked up, so he picked up the bag of weed and took a whiff of the contents.