Honor Thy Thug (13 page)

“I will. Just give me a few minutes, please.” She stood there looking at me as if she didn’t believe me. “A few minutes, Tasha.”

“All right, I’ll let Trae know. But don’t play yourself for that nigga. And please don’t throw anything out of the window, including yourself.”

I stood there and watched for another, I don’t know, it seemed like eternity. Finally, her truck began to ease out of the driveway. My competition screamed some obscenities as she backed up, crashing Angel’s or Jaz’s rental, jerked the van forward, and then pulled onto the street. Rick stood there watching her. I pulled myself away from the window and ran downstairs. When I got outside, he was in his truck, lighting up a blunt. When I came up to the car, he asked, “Are you all right?” He had this somber look on his face.

“Get out, Rick, we need to go inside and talk.” I needed to know who had won. Me or her? I grabbed the car door and pulled it open.

“I need a minute,” he said as he released a cloud of thick smoke. “You all right?” he asked me again.

“What do you think? Get out of the car. We need to go inside and talk.”

Rick took another deep pull on his blunt and stared into my eyes. I stood there staring back, with one hand on my hip, the other on the car door handle.

Angel and Jaz were now outside, cursing and checking out the damage on Jaz’s rental, while talking shit to Rick about Nina. Rick didn’t bother to respond to either of them. I grabbed his hand and began pulling him out of his ride. I led him into the house and up the stairs. We went into my bedroom. I shut the door, locked it, and turned around to face him.

“Rick, you need to de—”

“Shhhh.” He gently placed his finger against my lips. “Let’s
argue and fight later, but not now, all right? You wanted your moment. I gave it to you. Now I want mine.”

He reached forward and began unbuttoning my blouse. I was jumping up and down for joy inside as he began to undress me, one item at a time.
I won! I won!

“I never stopped loving you, Kyra. And I never will,” he said in a whisper as he laid me down on the bed. He began to kiss me and caress me all over. As I held him tight, nothing else mattered. At that moment, the only thing that existed for me was Rick.

He made love to me until I was satisfied. I was in heaven. Secure and full of peace. I rolled off of him, snuggled up under his arm, and hugged him around his waist.

“I don’t want this to end, Rick,” I admitted.

He kissed me on the forehead. “Me, neither.” Those words caused a smile to form on my lips.
I won.
I closed my eyes and found myself basking in the glow of love after sex.

When I opened them again, the right side of my bed was empty and cold. I sat up, and my eyes darted around the bedroom looking for Rick’s things. They weren’t there. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the window. His truck was gone.

There had been enough drama in my house the last few days to last for the next few years. Angel went back to New York, and Jaz went back to Atlanta. Rick was gone, and Kyra had been moping around the house for a week. Rick and Kyra? Of course I wanted my girl to have the man she wanted but what about Rick and his relationship with Nina?

That was a situation that I honestly didn’t want any part of.

Trae and I, knock on wood, had been chillin’. No fights, no arguments, trying to stay on course of getting back to what we knew we were. It had been quiet and peaceful for the most part. The last time my stress level rose was when I spoke to Jaz. She sounded as if she was about to be on some ignorant shit. I was hoping that she was just running her mouth.

I had just fed the kids their lunch and was cleaning the kitchen when Trina called me. So much for being stress-free. I hadn’t heard from her since she came over with that bullshit message from Kyron. Despite the fact that Trina didn’t want me to, I had been calling my brother, but he never would answer his phone. I didn’t want to answer her call, but with all of the shit going on, I decided to pick up.

“Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me. Can you talk?” she asked me.

“What’s up?”

“Hold on.” She clicked over. “Tasha, you there?”

“Yeah, what’s up, Trina?” I asked her.

“You are.” Hearing his whispery voice caused my stomach to flip and my knees to buckle. “What’s up? I got your little letter. I need to see you.”

I had to regain my composure. “You have to be the dumbest nigga in America. I don’t want to see you or speak to you. I am done fucking with you. Period. It shouldn’t be that hard to comprehend. And like I said in my letter, don’t call me anymore, don’t say shit to me. No letters, no messages, just leave me the fuck alone, Kyron. Damn.”

“And you’re sure about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“All right, then! I guess your brother don’t mean shit to you. But I got something that will give me your undivided attention.”

“Whatever, Kyron. I’m calling Kaylin and telling him what you did to my brother and that you are harassing and threatening me.”

“I’ll catch up with you sooner or later. Give my regards to Trae.” He hung up.

“Whatever, nigga! And Trina, stop with the three-way phone calls and messages! Stop letting this nigga intimidate you! Call the cops on his ass! Call Kaylin right now, and tell him what he has you doing!” I spazzed out on her.

“Tasha, I—”

I hung up, not realizing how badly I was shaking. I needed to tell Trae about Kyron, but I was scared to death to do so. Maybe I would tell Kaylin and let him be the one to tell Trae. I went to dial Kaylin, but then I heard Trae calling me. He came into the family room.

“What, Trae?” I snapped.

He looked at me sideways. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.” I tried to play it off.

“Tasha? What’s up?” He came toward me. “You’re trembling.”

“I just spoke to Trina, and she’s trippin’, that’s all.”

“Trippin’ about what?” He came and stood in front of me, staring into my eyes as if he could read my mind. “She got you trembling like that?” He took my cell and looked at it confirming that it was her who just called me.

“Why I won’t come over to see her, why she can’t come over here to see me, same ol’ shit. I’m just mad at her, that’s all.” I struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Don’t accept her calls. I don’t want you talking to her.”

“See what I mean? You’re pulling me one way, she’s pulling me the other.”

“So what are you saying? You gonna do like I said or not, Tasha?”

“You already stopped her from coming over. Now you don’t want me to talk to her?”

“That’s what I said.” He raised his voice. “The girl is trouble, and when she gets you hemmed up into some bullshit, then what? So fuck it, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Cut off communications as of now! Do we understand each other?”

“I heard you, Trae.”

“I didn’t ask if you heard me. I said do we have an understanding?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes, we do.”

“Good. Get the boys ready. I gotta run to Home Depot.”

I rolled my eyes at him and left him standing there. I regretted every second I spent with Kyron, and now that nigga was bold enough to call me and ask to see me? I definitely chose the wrong nigga to use as a revenge fuck. I went and got the boys ready to go with their father. Home Depot was one of the spots that Aisha wasn’t trying to go to, but the boys loved it.

“You want me to stay here and keep an eye on Mommy, Dad?” Kareem had the nerve to ask his father. I didn’t know what the hell Trae was filling their heads with.

“Nah!” Trae looked at me with that damn smirk on his face. “Aisha can keep an eye on her.”

“Whatever!” I pushed Trae from in front of me, and he grabbed me. “Stop, Trae. And what are you telling my sons?”

He laughed. “I haven’t told them anything but to keep an eye on their momma. You know my lil’ soldiers are very attentive
and smart. They don’t miss
anything
so you better stay on your p’s and q’s,” he joked.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Just then, there were knocks at the door, and the doorbell was ringing. We both turned and headed for the door.

“Who the fuck is it?” Trae barked.

Trae went to the screen door and I shot the officers a dirty look.

“Police. I’m Detective Ramos, and this is my partner, Moss. We are looking for Trae Macklin.”

“I’m Trae Macklin. What can I do for you?” We both stood at the screen door.

“We have a warrant for your arrest.”

I was at the hospital waiting for them to discharge Faheem. I was over there looking out the window, purposely keeping my back to him and Oni, at the same time ear-hustling on their conversation.
I swear, if I turn around and look at that bitch, I will smash kill her. That is, if Faheem doesn’t get to her first.

“Bitch, every time I think you have outdone yourself, you do one even better,” Faheem hissed. I almost wished that the police was still here. The room was that intense. At any moment, I was thinking that her ass was going to get knocked the fuck out. Her once smooth, silky skin looked ashen and gray. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes were damn near swollen shut. She had a blank stare on her face as Faheem struggled to control his anger.

“It has to be something seriously wrong with me to have ever fucked with you or fucked you! Bitch, do you hear yourself?” He gritted.

“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “He was my son too. I wanted his soul to rest. Do you think I should have left him here in this hospital until you got out?”

“If it took years for me to get out of this muthafucka, damn right you should have waited! You didn’t let me get any closure. So later for me and my family wanting to say our last goodbyes. Fuck is wrong with you? Then I know you was being your little grimy-ass self because you could have called and asked me. But no, instead you sneak off and have a funeral without me. Well guess what? There is going to be another one. I swear by the time my discharge papers are signed you better have talked to somebody about digging him up!”

I heard her footsteps stomp out of the room. I turned around, and Faheem was so mad he had tears welling up in his eyes. I stepped out of the room to give him a few moments to himself. I went down to the cafeteria, bought a banana, and stopped at the nurses’ station.

“What’s taking Dr. Ravi so long to discharge my husband? We’ve been waiting all morning,” I reminded the head nurse.

“I’m not sure. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll look into it for you.”

“Thank you.”

I had to get my husband out of that gloomy-ass room. The walls were caving in on me, and I wasn’t in there 24/7, so I knew they had to be crushing him. I walked straight over to Faheem and gave him a hug.

“I can’t believe she did some bullshit like that,” he mumbled.

“I do. She’s grimy like that.”

“Well, I know she better allow me to bury my son.”

“Baby, let me take her out.” I whispered in his ear to be sure
that he heard me. But he didn’t respond. “Faheem, I’m serious. Let me dead that bitch.”

“Jaz, this whole situation has got you trippin’. Why are you even talking like this? Look, stop it. Stop the shit right now. And I don’t want you bringing it up again. Got the nerve to be asking me if you can kill somebody and in the same tone that you would ask me to take you shopping. What the fuck is the matter with you? Go tell them to get the doctor so I can get you the fuck outta here. You talkin’ about me? I think this room is fuckin’ with your head. Go! Get out of here!”

“Faheem, I already told them. And I’m serious. I can do it. She needs to be dealt with, and you can’t do it.”

“What?” He looked at me as if he was insulted. “You forgot who I am?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I can’t fuckin’ tell.”

“Faheem, you know I would never forget who you are. It’s just that I’m not having this bitch breathing or being able to bring anymore bullshit to my door. Don’t you know I’ll ride for you and die for you? I’ll even kill for you?” I looked at him intensely. And what does he do? The nigga laughs.

“Jaz, just because I’ve been awarded husband and daddy of the year, don’t get it twisted. I have been inducted into the Gangsta’s Hall of Fame. All I gotta do is make a phone call, and Oni and her whole family tree can disappear. So what would it look like if you out there killing people?” Again he laughed. “Stay in your place. I got this. You talkin’ crazy, and we are not having this conversation again.”

“You know what? Fuck you and that broad. I’ma do me! Then you can laugh at that!” I walked out and left his ass in that
hospital bed. I could hear him yelling out my name, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was becoming obsessed with killing that ho. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about doing the deed, and it was both scary and exciting at the same time. I wanted to feel those same feelings he felt when he killed someone. I wanted to feel it at least once. I didn’t care what Hall of Fame he was a part of.

“Call Benny, Tasha.” Trae said to me as they put him in handcuffs and read him his rights.

“What are you charging him with?”

“Attempted murder, ma’am.” Detective Moss answered my question.

“Attempted murder?” I repeated out loud. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Where are y’all taking him?”

“Here you go, ma’am.” Detective Ramos, who was sweating profusely, handed me a card. “There’s all the information right there. We’ll take good care of him. And if you don’t mind me saying, this is a lovely piece of property you have here.”

I wasn’t up for all of the niceties. I snatched the card and called Benny as they were walking Trae to the squad car. His voicemail clicked on, and I dialed the office phone to get his secretary, Jillian.

“Law offices of Buns and Pratt, how may I direct your call?”

“This is Tasha Macklin. Is Benny available?”

“He’s gone for the day.”

“What about Jillian?”

“Please hold.”

“Mommy, where are they taking my dad?” Shaheem asked.

“This is Jillian.”