Justify My Thug (15 page)

“No, I am not opening the door. What for? So you can strangle me to death?”

“Oh, you'll get out.” He walked away and disappeared behind the Navigator.

“What the fuck is he doing?” I asked my sister.

She frantically reached into the glove compartment and threw me the documents. “Put them in your purse.” Right after I said it, I saw Trae coming back and carrying a lug wrench.

The next thing you know he had raised it up in the air,
brought it down and smashed the passenger side view mirror. “Get out … the. Fucking. Car. Tasha.”

Oh shit
. I knew it was about to get ugly. My sister was speechless and the bitch was shaking.

He raised it again and it came smashing down on the front window.

“Stop it Trae!” my sister screamed.

“Get out the fuckin' car, Tasha, and bring the papers with you,” Trae yelled as he moved to the back and brought the lug wrench down on the back window.

“My fuckin' car. He's ruining my fuckin' car.” Tasha jumped out of the car and went after him. “Trae, what the fuck is the matter with you?”

“Whose car is this?” He came at her like a pitbull.

“I told you, it's Trina's,” she said as she was backing up. “I'm not sure if she rented it or not. You know you are going to have to pay for all of this shit.”

“Why are you worrying about it, if it ain't your car?”

This nigga was now opening the door and rummaging through the glove compartment.

“This
is
my car. You know I'm filing a police report if you don't pay for it?” I said.

Frustrated that he couldn't find the registration papers he got out, not even bothering to close the door. “Fuck a police report. Show me the insurance and registration or rental papers and I'll pay for the shit right now.”

I couldn't say or do anything but look stupid.

“That's what the fuck I thought,” his smart ass had the nerve to say with a smirk plastered on his face. He then grabbed Tasha by the arm. “Come on. We are going to the doctors.”

Tasha yanked away from him. “For what?”

“To take a DNA test. I need to know if you are carrying my seed.”

“No, Trae. I am not taking a DNA test.”

“Why not?”

“Because it is too early and they will have to stick that needle up in my uterus.”

“I don't give a fuck.”

“Trae, that is dangerous. The baby isn't even developed and it is very risky. So, no. I am not going to the doctor's with you.”

He now had Tasha pinned up against the car and she was trying to push him away. He was saying something but I couldn't hear him. I'm sure it was nothing pleasant. The next thing I knew Pop Pop was jumping off of the porch. He had grabbed Trae and yanked him off of Tasha and threw him over the hood of the car.

“Boy, what is the matter with you? Don't be carrying on like this in front of my house. Have you lost your damned mind? You take shit inside of the house. You ain't ever saw me and your mother carry on like this outside.” He had grabbed Trae and was pushing him. “What is the matter with you?”

Thank God for Pop Pop. Trae was just threatening to kill me. I yanked open the car door and grabbed my purse. “Let's go, Trina. Fuck this car.” She grabbed her bag and came around to where I was. We rushed off of my in-law's property and went looking for a taxi. They now lived in Rockland County, a rural area called Nanuet. It was close to Lake Nanuet Park. I was praying that we didn't have to walk damn near two miles to get to a main street.

“Call a cab,” my sister yelled. “My feet are hurting.”

“I don't know no fuckin' cab number. You call one.” We were walking so damn fast my feet were starting to burn. It felt as if we had already put in a good mile. Then we heard tires screech around the corner and we both looked back and Trae was turning the corner on two wheels. We took off, haul assing down the street when the heel of my stiletto got caught in the crack of the sidewalk. I twisted my ankle and went down. I fell flat on my chest. My sister came down with me and it was a good thing that she did because Trae slowed down as if he could smell us. Trina had her hand over my mouth because my ankle was on fire and I was screaming.

“Shhh … Shut up bitch.”

We were hiding behind somebody's Cadillac. We waited until it got quiet and Trina got on her knees and peeked over the hood of the ride. “He's gone.” She let out a sigh of relief. “Can you walk?” Trina asked me.

“I don't know. Ahhhhh fuck.” I gritted as I tried to stand up. I swear I wanted to cry. The heel to my $900 stiletto was ruined and my ankle felt as if pins were sticking in it. Trina saw that I was in pain so she helped me up. But as soon as we stood up, Trae had circled around the block and was flying back down the street.

“Here he comes again!” Trina yanked me down, damn near breaking my shoulder. “This muthafucka is crazy.” She mumbled as we huddled together like two frightened school girls. An old white lady walking her dog passed by us. She stopped and looked at us but kept on going.

“Dear Lord, thank you for answering my prayers and keeping Brown Doe on this good ole earth just a little while longer. I've grown very fond of her and she is one of your children out here in the wilderness. So Lord, please look after her. Guide her and stay with her. Bless her to get back whole again. Amen.”

Nurse Wright was on her knees inside of the rehabilitation center's chapel. I was kneeling down beside her. She said my name was Brown Doe. She nudged me and told me to ask the Lord for whatever I wanted. I bowed my head and closed my eyes and said, “Lord, help me. Why am I here? I don't know this lady. She said that I've been out of my coma for almost two months now and made excellent progress. They are telling me that tomorrow I have to go home. Where is my home? Will you help me find my way? If I do have a home, who's there waiting for me? Lord, this is so frustrating. Nurse Wright said from the
stretch marks on my body that I had to have given birth before. If so, then where is my baby?” And before I knew it my eyes got wet. I welcomed the emotion and it felt so good to cry. I felt so alive.

Umm hmmm. When I pulled up in this bitch's driveway, I could tell that she almost shit on herself. This ho sittin' up here, weave blowing in the wind, nails all polished up, jewelry around her neck, legs crossed and stilettos on her feet. I got out of my car and went marching up her front steps. “I can see that you thought I was Faheem.” She rolled her eyes at me and looked in the opposite direction. “I don't appreciate you calling my husband starting unnecessary bullshit. We know that Faheem is his son. We all agree that Faheem is going to be a big part of his life, but that is as far as it goes. You need to get that ‘me and my son come as a package' bullshit out of your head. Forget about rekindling your ‘in the past relationship' because it ain't going down like that. Unh unh. Not as long as I'm in the picture. You need to believe and understand what I'm telling you.”

“Are you finished?” This bitch had the nerve to ask me.

“Yes I am.”

“Good, because you need to
believe
and
understand
that we do come as a package. I'm his mother. And if he wants to be a major part of his son's life, he has to come through me. Why? Because we have to have some level of a relationship if we expect to raise
our
son right, whether you like it or not. I figure it might as well be a cordial one instead of one filled with hate.”

I chuckled. “Bitch, try me if you want to but don't say that I
didn't warn you. Because you really don't want to fuck with me. Act like you know and we can handle this in a civilized manner but if we can't, shit is going to get real ugly, real fast.” I turned around marched back down the steps, got back in my car and left.

No she didn't just come on my property and lay down some got damned ground rules as if I was a child. She obviously don't know about me. The bitch was actually calling me out. Talking about, ‘not as long as she's in the picture.' Don't she know that I can get her out of the picture? Shit, I know people in high places.

I heard a television going as I knocked on Isis' door with my free hand. Nobody was answering but I knew she was home. Dope fiends didn't have a lot of places to go when they were high. Finally, I heard footsteps.

“Who is it?”

“Open the door, Isis, damn.” She cracked the door and peeped out, “Blue? Is that you?”

“It's me. Hurry up, I got my daughter in my arms and she heavy as shit.”

The door shut and she took the chain off. “Blue, what are you doing here? And with this baby?” Isis grabbed Aisha and laid her on the couch. It was one in the morning and she was out cold.

“I came to pick up something from Lo. He moved and ain't tell me. Where is he, Isis?”

Her face twisted all up. “Blue, Lo is dead. Somebody killed his
girlfriend Brenda in her bed, and then tortured Lo. They found him tied up, stabbed and Tank said that his throat was cut.”

I was mute in disbelief. Lo being dead was a blow to the gut.

“And he ended up dead right after your brother-in-law came by looking for him. I told you to leave me a way to call you. He—”

“Trae?”

“—asked about you and Kyra. Yeah—that's his name. He told me he was Kyra's brother. I remembered him from being at one of the cookouts you had.”

I knew he was coming, but why come to Isis? “What did you tell him?”

“What could I tell him, Blue? I don't know shit about Kyra. And I damn sure don't know where you rest at. I only knew where he could find Lo. At the time, I didn't know that Lo could get his throat cut.”

“You told him where Lo lived?” I asked in disbelief.

Isis dropped into a La-Z-Boy chair and threw her head back. “Yeah. I told him that Lo was at Brenda's, but I didn't know the address. He said that it was important that he caught up with him.”

“Isis, you talk too much, you shouldn't have said shit. You should've checked with me.”

“Nigga, how could I? You just up and disappeared. Everybody looking for you. I don't even have a number for you. Lo would never give it to me. So how the fuck I'ma check with you?” Her neck rolled as she spoke.

Isis started rambling on about some other shit but I wasn't listening. I could only think about Lo and my money. I still couldn't digest the fact that my cousin Lo was gone. He had
saved my ass on several occasions and when he needed me most, I wasn't there. I am 98% sure that Trae killed Lo. But why? What info did he get out of Lo? I stood there and thought about the possibilities. Shit! I had a stash at Lo's house and I needed my loot. That was the reason I made the trip in the first place. “So who is at Lo and Brenda's now?”

“Fool, ain't you heard a word I just said? I just told you what happened in there. That place was a crime scene with yellow tape everywhere. They had dogs and everything up in there. Whatever you had in there is gone. You should've left something here with me.”

Without another word, I stood up, grabbed my daughter and bounced.

All week I had been trying to set up a meeting with Faheem, but Jaz was on me like white on rice, blocking every damn time. Even when I tried to get him over for my birthday she blocked. It was obvious the bitch wanted war. So you know what? I'll give it to her. Afterall, I did warn her. She didn't know me and she damn sure didn't have a clue as to what I was capable of.

“Oni!” My twenty-four-year-old nephew Ronnie yelled out as he banged on the screen door, before barging into my house. He was so tall he had to bend his neck to come into the living room. He was one of ATL's finest detectives. We all swore that we wouldn't taint him but desperate times often called for desperate measures. And I was desperate.

“Ronnie.” I got up and gave him a hug.

“What's up auntie?”

“You want to help your auntie out while at the same time make a nice piece of cash?”

“All depends, auntie. You know that.”

“Well, I really need this favor. And if you can't do it, hook me up with someone who will.”

“Chill out, auntie. Let me hear what you got to say first.”

“Yeah, baby … yeah. Right there … Keep your head right there. It's so snug, baby right there. You got this big dick in your throat and it feels so good. Okay, baby … go head. That's right … stroke that dick … while you eat it. Uh … Uh … um … mmmh. You a beast, baby! Good gracious! That's right … eat that dick up … eat it! I'ma … I'ma … ‘bout to cum, baby! Aw-w-shit … gotdamn … here it comes … a-a-r-r-g-g-h-h-h!”

I looked down in my lap at the head that was bobbing and stroking me at the same time. She was deep throating my dick and swallowing my seeds. And the crazy part was I didn't even know her name. Finally, the face of the beautiful mixed brown skinned honey with the long, jet black hair and a sexy body lifted up and let my now flaccid dick plop from her mouth.

“You a beast, baby. What's your name again?”

“Mishawnna.” The beautiful lady said and licked her lips and fingers.

“Mishawnna, huh? Well you are hired, Mishawnna. Can you tend the bar?”

“That's what I do best, besides give good head,” she giggled.

“You ain't never lied. Go back downstairs and tell Mick, the guy cleaning the bar, that you're his new bartender.” I put my
dick up and zipped my pants. As Mishawnna stood up and turned around I smacked her ass. “And tell Mick to send me up one of his special Guava Lehuou Twists.”

“Anything for you, bossman.”

“That girl's got a hell of a head on her shoulders. A lot on her mind.” I said to myself and flipped up my laptop. Checking my e-mails, I looked to see if any info had been sent to me about Charli. I found nothing. Where is she? How is she doing? No news is always good news … I guess. So I made a few phone calls and prepared for the club's new grand re-opening.