Justify My Thug (29 page)

“Hungry? Nigga we ate. It's time to live now.”

“Let me finish nigga. Never in my whole life would I have thought that some nigga would try to kill me over some ass, and my own brother don't even got my fucking back.”

“Man, what you talking about ass? That was this nigga's wife
who you was fuckin' around with,” Kaylin yelled back.

“So! We ain't in the game to love these hos. You suppose to hit it and pass it to the left. I ain't love that ho, it was just something to do.”

I could see Trae's fist ball up tight, but I wasn't fazed. I laughed in his face before continuing to lay out my cards. “I don't believe this shit. Y'all use to be some killas, robbing niggas, selling more dope than the Pope pray on Sundays. Now these bitches got y'all in robes and house shoes. Y'all use to cook coke on the stove now y'all heating up baby bottles, rushing home at 4:00 to watch soap operas. Y'all done got the game fucked up.”

“I am now convinced, that you are out of your got damn mind,” my brother said to me.

“Man I'm perfectly sane, it's y'all niggas that crazier than a muthafucka. Scary ass, pussy whipped, walking through the mall holding your bitch's purse ass, niggas. Never thought in a million years.”

I had to laugh at the thought. “This is some bullshit, asking me why I fucked his wife. Why the fuck you think? ‘Cause I can. And as far as the Dons, don't worry about me and them. I can handle myself. But after this I ain't ridin' with y'all niggas no more. Get the fuck outta here.”

I know these two niggas wanted to take my head but they ain't crazy they just walked out the room. I know they could hear me laughing harder with every step they took.

Kaylin and Trae stood in dead silence, waiting on the elevator. Kaylin was still trying to wrap his mind around the things his brother had said. He began to question his loyalty to his brother and to the streets, “Damn, am I really getting soft?” he asked himself while trying to justify his recent endeavors to become completely legit and walk away from “the game.”

“Fuck this shit! I'm done; I'm out … I'm cutting all ties to the streets,” Kaylin said to himself.

–Ding–

The sound of the elevator broke the eerie silence that filled the hall, the elevator doors opened and Kaylin stepped inside but Trae did not. He stood there with the smell of revenge seeping through his pores. Kaylin glanced over his shoulder as if he smelled him and his lust for revenge that was obviously seeping out.

With his back still turned to his partner in crime Kaylin said, “The game is over, when you get tired of playing.”

Trae shook his head and said, “You said you wanted out the
game, well this is the best time to bounce because shit just got real.”

The elevator doors closed, leaving Trae behind.

In the dimly lit hallway Trae removed the ski mask from the side pocket of his pants and put it on top of his bald head wearing it as a skully. He then placed a pair of black leather gloves over his hands and turned his reversible blue hoodie inside out revealing the black inside. He had planned for the worst and was glad he came prepared.

Making his way down the hall and not looking anyone directly in the eye, he dipped into a sleeping patient's room, grabbing the bouquet of flowers off of the table. The three on duty nurses were distracted by an elderly patient going into cardiac arrest giving him the window of opportunity that he needed.

He walked into Kyron's room, undetected with flowers in hand, closed the door and placed the flowers on the table.

Kyron's eyes popped open.

Trae pulled out his S30v steel blade pocket knife and pushed the curtains back.

Trae plunged the blade deep into his throat, turned it and pulled it out.

“What you got to say now, nigga? Talk shit now muthafucka!” He held down Kyron with his one hand, watching life slip away from the brother of his best friend.

Kyron reached for his throat with his free hand unable to breathe properly. His silence was golden.

I stood there until this grimy muthafucka took his last breath all the while thinking to myself: out of all the lives I took, and all the shit I did, not until this very moment had any of it felt justified. I knew that now I was no longer a retired hustler. I had just reentered the game.

1. How do you think Kaylin handled the whole Trae/Tasha/Kyron fiasco?

2. How should Jaz have dealt with Oni after her initial contact with Faheem?

3. Should Faheem have made passes at Oni?

4. What were your thoughts when Trae fucked Charli again?

5. Do you think Trae overreacted on the plane? Or was he just passed his boiling point?

6. If you were Tasha, would you have given Trae head after he punched you in the mouth?

7. Did Tasha seem too nonchalant about Stephon's death?

8. Was Tasha wrong for continuing to fuck with Kyron? Should she or could she have quit while she was ahead?

9. Do you think Rick should get back with Kyra or stay with Nina?

10. Did Faheem overreact when he threw Jaz out? If so, why? If not, why?