hair, and her lips were glossed in a way that made them appear
sensuous. Her forehead was creased with lines of concern. Her
perfume engulfed me, fumigating my nostrils. She loosened my
tie opening my shirt.
“
Oh, no,” I moaned pathetically. Now the entire store gath-
ered to gawk at me. I figured about five minutes had passed of my
impromptu performance. I got off the floor to the hushed drones
of disbelievers as they looked at me in awe, like a dead man walk-
ing. Someone tried to grab my arm, told me I ought to try to wait
until the ambulance arrived. The white lady that was trying to
resuscitate me affectionately touched my arm and told me to wait
for the ambulance. I thanked her and picked up my briefcase and
squeezed through the throngs of shoppers that had gathered with
the number thirty thousand in my mind. I smirked as I rushed
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through the revolving doors walking out into the scorching sum-
mer heat. The car was parked up ahead. As I walked, my mind
plotted on how I was going to beat them bitches out of their rich-
es.
Up the street, I saw them standing next to the car with its
doors wide open. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. My pace
slowed. As I neared, I could see Tomica’s face. Her eyes tried to
warn me. That’s when I noticed what was wrong. Tomica and
Evette’s hands were in the air. It was then that I recognized the
undercover cop from the store. He had his gun pointed at them
with one hand, and in the other, he held the stolen bracelet. My
heart somersaulted in my chest as my breathing quickened.
Without thinking, I reacted like a man does in war, or a lesson
taught in the ghetto, the survival instinct kicked in. Raw energy
seized my body. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. This
was the concrete jungle. In it, life was a conquest of kill or be
killed. If gunplay could have earned me a medal, I would have
won its highest honor. In one quick motion, I reached into my
back pulling out my gun, placing it against the cop’s skull. In the
distance I heard screams as people scurried about.
“
Move, muthafucka, and I’ll blow your goddamn brains out!”
In my peripheral vision, I saw a lady pick up her small toddler and
take off r unning. Pandemonium quickly was all around me.
“
Pha-pha-pleeze don’t kill me,” the frightful cop drawled. “I
got a wife and two kids.” Cars drove by with their occupants look-
ing on in horror.
“
Get his gun,” I said to Tomica. Both women were frozen like
statues. They were going to get me busted. I had to move fast. I
heard sirens in the distance.
“
Get on your knees cracka!” I commanded as I snatched his
gun placing it into my pocket and then I grabbed the bracelet. Just
up ahead, I saw the blue and white police car turn into the park-
ing lot. With all my might, I hit the officer upside the head with
the butt of my gun. His blood got on my suit as he fell backward
onto the concrete like a sack of rocks. I was moving fast. Tomica
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and Evette were still in a state of shock. I jumped into the car, fully
intent on leaving their so-called professional asses right there. All
their sophistication, savvy and wit had failed them miserably and
now when it came to the last resort, brute force with a twist of
some real gangsta shit, they were just as intimidated as the victim.
I star ted the engine and they jumped in the car. I pulled off, there
was no traffic in front of me. I drove slow, as inconspicuously as
possible. There was only one way in and one way out. Up ahead
the police car was coming slowly toward me. I had my gun on my
lap with my hand on the trigger. I smiled and moved my lips like
I was heavy into conversation with my lady friends.
“
There’s the police,” Tomica said, panic stricken.
“
Bitch, I see them. Smile like you ain’t tryin to go back to the
chain gang,” I said between clinched teeth, wondering how could
she be so fucking dumb.
As we passed the police, they stared into the car. Thank God
they were slowed down by the oncoming traffic. It would be a
minute before they reached the unconscious cop. As soon as I
turned onto the main street, police cars came from every direc-
tion, lights blaring. I punched the gas. Up a block, I turned on a
side street taking the back way. I pushed the tape in on the tape
deck. UGK was rapping about having a pocket full of stones. I
thought about the diamonds in my pocket and drove faster. A
police car raced by us. I knew where they were going, to the place
I had just left. I just knew there would be an all-points bulletin out
for the car.
I glanced over to see Tomica staring at me. Whatever it was
written on her face I couldn’t read. She had her mouth open like
she had lockjaw or some shit. I needed to get back to the hotel and
fast. For some reason, I don’t know, I looked over at Tomica and
smirked. I thought about the lame game and now who tricked
who. I guess it was my manly ego, or just that triumphant feeling
a hustler gets when he hits a good lick. That ruthlessness a thug
feels, like liquid fire surging through my veins. Yeah, I was keepin’
it gangsta!
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I pulled into the hotel with my thoughts heavy on my mind.
Just the fact that we had been silent all the way back from the
caper gave me an advantage, a kind of leverage that I fully intend-
ed to exploit. Now it was time to execute plan B, “Big Pimpin.”
Break these hoes. Shit, they were going to do it to me if I let them.
I knew that I still had to use some finesse but with a different tech-
nique. I spun around fast in my seat, placing my arm around
Tomica’s headrest. It startled her. Now they were watching me
with their full attention. I knew that I held all the advantages.
Actually, it was the thirty thousand dollar bracelet in my pocket.
I turned, glancing back and for th at both of them.
“
That shit ya’ll bitches pulled back there was not proper.
Could have got a nigga kilt,” I said, pointing my finger at Tomica,
my voice cold, impassive. “You understand me?!” I yelled. Tomica
flinched fearfully. I turned to look at Evette. She was already nod-
ding her head up and down, starry eyes brimming with tears.
Good
, I thought to myself. Give them a large dose of fear. In my
mind I wondered where they had all that money stashed and just
how was I going to take it. I thought about the pussy game they
played on me and started to feel sexually aroused. I thought about
what I was going to do to them with those same handcuffs.
Tomica primed her lips to speak like she was considering every
word carefully.
“
I didn’t know that you was packin’ heat, that’s all, but you
don’t have to talk to us like that,” she said tentatively. She sent her
words like a scout to test my temperament. It took a second for
me to read into her ploy.
“
Bitch! Did I tell you to talk?” I snapped.
She cringed in her seat, damn near jumped out the window. I
heard every whimper in the back seat. Her mind still held the fresh
memor y of what I had done to the cop. Violence does that to peo-
ple. With that I realized that I had more than enough persuasion
to make them submit to my every whim.
I adjusted my tie, made like I was tr ying to get comfortable.
All eyes were on me. I dropped my voice a few decibels, tried to
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act civil and loving ever y damn minute of the control I was now
feeling over these women. What were they going to do, call the
police on me?
“
I really don’t want the bracelet,” I said matter of factly. I lied.
Tomica’s eyes got big as silver dollars. I could hear Evette in the
backseat sniffing back tears.
“
Just give me the money ya’ll owe me and we can work some-
thing out.” I smiled sincerely with my own motives.
“
Let me have the bracelet,” Tomica said meekly. Her words
hung in the air resonating without an answer. I knew they would
take the bait.
“
Ya’ll go back to the room, get comfortable, and I’ma get a lil
sumpin’ sumpin’ to smoke on and we can get our drank on. I have
a proposition for ya’ll, and we can get our freak on.”
“
Proposition? Freak on?” Tomica retorted disdainfully, eyes
narrowing at me. I peered at Evette in the back seat and she looked
at me the way a follower does. She just wanted to be led to safety.
I thought I detected a hint of something in her demeanor. Just
then a blue Lexus pulled into the parking lot. I leaned for ward in
my seat craning my neck not believing what I was seeing. It was
Trina, the bitch that stole my stash. I slouched down in my seat
and watched as she parked the car. Tomica made a face at me, she
was about to say something. I grabbed the gun. Just as Trina was
exiting the car, I took the keys out of the ignition of Tomica’s car
and placed them in my pocket.
“
Hey!” Tomica complained.
“
Go to the room!” I said getting out of the car, my pace brisk
like a stalker. Trina had not seen me yet. She wore a simple white
dress with flowers, pink sandals with a Gucci ankle bracelet on her
leg. She had shut the car door retrieving three large shopping bags.
She looked up just as I approached. For a fleeting second, I
thought I saw a smile cross her lips. I slapped her so hard her neck
snapped back and she stumbled holding onto the car to keep her
balance, dropping her bags to the ground.
She wiped her bloody lip with the back of her hand, looked at
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her blood almost examining it. She spit blood at my feet as she
continued to hold her head dignified.
“
You didn’t have to hit me out here in the streets. I have your
money, plus more.” Her composure completely caught me off
guard. Not what I was expecting. I grabbed her by the hair. “Bitch,
I’ma kill you!” I said with my face just inches from hers and then
shoved her face away. She picked up the shopping bags. I marched
her right past the car with Tomica and Evette in it. Their breath
fogged up the windows as they watched me abduct a woman in
broad daylight.
The lame?
As soon as I turned the corner, that’s when I saw him, the
white man, watching me. His face looked familiar. As I passed the
car I took a closer look at him, he turned away. I thought nothing
more of it, and continued to focus my attention on Trina. That
white man would come back to haunt me.
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Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
“
The Ultimate Betrayal”