No Justice No Peace (8 page)

            She pulled into the same spot she was in when she picked me up.  I hopped in the back seat of her car and she pulled out a magazine.

            “We gon be a while, so you might as well get comfortable,” she said.

            I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes.  I must have dozed off because by the time I opened them, it was a little after eleven o’clock.  Ginger looked at me in the rearview mirror and sighed.

            “You be snoring too loud.  I’m glad you don’t sleep as much at home.  Lord knows I’ll never get any sleep.”

            “Whatever,” I said, looking out of the window for Quincy.  “Have they even opened the gates?”

            “No.  I haven’t seen anybody.”

            “Well, keep looking.” 

            Ginger smacked me on the leg with the magazine. “Don’t you take your butt back to sleep.  Talk to me or something.  I’m getting bored.”

            I sat up. “What do you want to talk about?”

            “About Desmon.  And…about why you haven’t had sex with me all week.”

            “Desmon and me gon work things out.  And, I haven’t had sex with you all week because you’re the one who’s been acting all funny and shit.”

            “Of course.  You shouldn’t have called my pussy lousy.”

            “If it were lousy, then I wouldn’t be in it.”

            “Then why did you say it?”

            “Out of anger, Ginger.  Nothing more, nothing less. Besides,” I said, placing my hand over my dick, “I planned on making up tonight anyway.”

            She cocked her head back. “Did you?”

            “Uh-huh.  You ain’t got a problem with that, do you?”

            “I might.  But, you know you always got the solutions to my problems, don’t you?”

            “Always,” I said, and then looked out for Quincy again. 

            Time had moved on. I’d nodded off again and even Ginger had dozed as well.  By now, it was almost three o’clock and I figured Quincy had to be making his way out soon. 

            Feeling cramped in the back seat, I got out to stretch.  Ginger did the same and started to complain.

            “He should be out in a minute.  This around the same time they let me out.”

            “This is ridiculous, baby.  I’m tired.  I didn’t mind waiting for you, but…”

            I was getting worried, but didn’t want it to show. “Just cool out, au-ight?  It shouldn’t be much longer.”

            Ginger leaned against the car and I stood in front of her.  I pressed myself against her.

            She playfully pushed me back. “Don’t play, Kiley.  You can’t smooth me over with your so called charm.”

            I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Give me a kiss.”

            “No.”

            “Come on, now, give me a kiss.”

            She held her lips tightly together.  I placed my lips on hers, and soon after, hers loosened.  We smacked lips and Ginger backed away. She played with the top button on my button down Sean Jeans shirt. 

            “Why’d you go buy yourself all these nice clothes and didn’t think about me?”

            “I did.  I bought you an entertainment center, didn’t I?”

            “That’s because you broke it.”

            “I didn’t break it.  Desmon broke it.”

            “With your help.”

            “I’ll buy you something later, okay?”

            She nodded and hopped on the hood of the car. I stood between her legs and inched my hands up her shirt to play with her nipples. She smacked my hand.  

            “Would you stop playing?  You haven’t been this excited since the day I picked you up.  I hope Quincy’s presence keeps your attitude this way.”

            I laughed because Ginger was certainly right. 

            By six o’clock, I let it be known that I was worried.  Ginger was tired of waiting and so was I.  We’d gotten in and out of the car several times and tried to keep our conversation going to pass by the time. 

            When eight o’clock came, I’d given up.  I called Bradshaw on his phone all day, but his answering machine said his office was closed.  I told Ginger it was time to go home, hoping Quincy called me from somewhere when he got out. 

            I hung around at home for the rest of the night.  Ginger went out with one of her girlfriends, and Desmon was in the basement with several of his friends. 

            Every time the phone rang, I ran to it.  It was for Ginger or Desmon, but never for me. 

            By midnight, I knew something was wrong.  I lay in bed, in the dark, staring at the ceiling.  My heart ached and my gut told me this was a bad sign. All kinds of shit ran through my head.  The only thing that could have gone wrong is maybe he got put in the hole.  That for damn sure would have delayed his time, but I knew he wouldn’t do nothing stupid, since he was so close to getting out. 

            About four in the morning, Ginger strolled in blasted.  She took her clothes off at the door, and crawled up to me in bed.  I was wide-awake and for damn sure wasn’t in no mood for fucking.

She did what she knew best and placed my dick in her mouth.  It took forever for me to rise, and when I did, it slowly but surely went back down. 

            “Not tonight, baby, I got something heavy on my mind,” I said, and then moved her over to the side.

            She glared at me in the partially dark room. “Come on, Kiley.  You said that we…”

            “I know what I said earlier, but I’m not in the mood.”

            “Just five minutes,” she said, reaching for my hand. She placed it between her legs. “Can’t you feel how horny I am?”

            Ginger’s insides were drenched.  I tickled her with my fingers, digging them deep inside of her.  She moaned for me to fuck her.  I quickly turned her on her stomach and hurried on top of her.  I pecked my lips down her back and then made my way to the end of the bed.  While standing, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me.  When she backed her ass up against me, I slammed myself inside of her.  I pounded her hard because I was mad. Mad because Quincy hadn’t called, mad because Desmon and his friends were downstairs smoking weed, and definitely mad because I told Ginger’s ass I didn’t feel like fucking.  If she had to be the one to pay for it, then so be it.  I continued to fuck her hard, and with each frustrating push, the headboard slammed against the wall.  She tried to move away, but I squeezed her hips tightly to keep them in place.

            “Ki…Kiiiiiley,” she cried out and lowered her head. “You’re hurting me.  Baby, slow down…that shit hurts.”

            “You told me to fuck you, didn’t you?  I’m just doing what you asked.”  I continued on with my aggressiveness, and after Ginger came, I pulled out and released my juices on her ass.  She fell on her stomach and let out a deep sigh.  I massaged her butt, spreading my come all over her butt.  I then smacked it hard and told her I’d see her in mid morning.

            I went into the living room to relax on the couch.  After I flipped through a few channels, I then rolled up a joint and smoked it.  Soon, I was high as hell.  I could barely keep my eyes opened and finally fell off to sleep.

            I was awakened by Desmon’s tap on my shoulder.  He told me a call was waiting for me on the phone in the kitchen. I rushed to it, anxious to see if it was Quincy. Realizing that I didn’t have on any clothes, I figured that’s why Desmon was shaking his head. 

            “Do you need a towel or something?” he said, and then picked up a bag of Doritos.

            I ignored him and picked the phone up that laid on the table.

            “Hello,” I said.

            “Kiley?”

            “Who is this?”

            “Pedro,” he said in a low voice. “Quincy’s roomy.”

            “Man, I know who you are. What’s up and where is Quincy?”

            He paused for a few seconds. “I…I got bad news, mon.”

            My heart dropped. “Wha…what’s up?”

            “Quincy dead, mon.  They killed him.”

            A cold chill came over me and I could see the goose bumps on my arms. “What the fuck you just say?”

            “Listen, I can’t say much, but he told me if anything happened to him to call you.”

            My legs weakened, so I dropped to one knee. I lowered my head, and spoke softly. “Pedro, please tell me this is a joke.  If it is, don’t play with me, nigga, don’t play with me!”

            “Kiley, I’m sorry, it’s no joke.  They say he killed himself, but you and I know better.  I gotta go, I’ll call you soon.”

            He hung up and the phone dropped out of my hand.  I covered my eyes with my hand and the tears started to fall. My fist tightened and my breathing increased. Somehow I stood up, slamming the phone against the receiver on the wall.   

            “No! No! No! No! Hell fucking naw!” I yelled.  The phone broke off into pieces as I continued to slam it against the receiver.  In a rage, I flipped over the kitchen’s table, on the verge on breaking down.

            “This shit is not happening!” I yelled while squeezing my head with my hands.  “What in the fuck is going on!  Somebody tell me what the fuck happened!” 

            Ginger ran into the kitchen, halting her steps at the doorway.

            “What’s the matter!” she yelled, standing clear of my madness. “What happened?”

            I began to sob. Tears rushed to the brim of my eyes and poured down my face. Spit dripped from my mouth and my entire body was numb. I took deep breaths, trying to catch my breath but couldn’t. I looked at Ginger. “I don’t believe this shit. My…my boy is dead!”

            Ginger came over and wrapped her arms around me.  She told Desmon to get me a glass of water.

            “Baby, I…I’m sorry,” she said sympathetically.  “I don’t know…”

            I moved Ginger away from me and wiped my hand down my face to clear it.  I hurried off into the bedroom and slid into my jeans.  Ginger stood in the doorway with her arms folded.

            “What are you getting ready to do?”

            I ignored her and continued to put on my clothes.  Once I was dressed, I reached for my glock, sliding it down inside my pants.  Ginger blocked me from leaving the room.

            “Kiley, don’t.  Please don’t.  How many people are gonna have to die?  I don’t know much about the bible but I do know God said vengeance is his, baby.  Not yours.”

            “Move!” I yelled in her face. “Today, it’s mine!”

Seeing how angry I was, she moved aside and I hurried to the front door.  I opened it, pushing the screen door away. I rushed to my car, slamming the door shut.  I squeezed my burning chest as it ached so badly.  I felt as if I were losing my mind, and when the pain wouldn’t go away, I reached for my gun.  I laid it next to me, squeezing my eyes tightly together.  When I opened them, I saw Desmon standing in the doorway.  He munched on the Doritos, and slowly walked up to the car with a glass of water in his hand.  He opened the passenger’s side door, and took a seat.  I hated for him to see me like this, so I leaned my head back on the headrest, closing my eyes again.

            “Say,” he said, smacking on the chips. “I really don’t know what just happened, but I’m sorry to hear about your friend.  I gotta a close friend too, and if anything happened to him, I don’t know what I’d do.”

             I hesitated, then responded. “You’d go kill the muthafuckas who were responsible, wouldn’t you?”

            He shrugged. “I probably would.  But then again, that would make me like you.  I ain’t trying to be like you, though.”

            “Good.” I turned to look at him. “Now get out of my car so I can go.”

            “I got a game at three. You…you gon make it, right?”

            “I’ll try.”

            “Try hard.  You’ve already missed nearly ten years of them, don’t make it anymore.”

            I swallowed and asked him calmly, “Would you get out of my car, please?”

            Desmon opened the door and got out.  I drove off and hadn’t a clue where I was driving to.  My intentions were to go kill up as many guards as I could at the prison, but I knew for sure who was responsible.  Joe was definitely my man and I didn’t care what Ginger, Desmon, or anybody else said, he would pay for what he’d done. 

            I drove around for a few hours doing nothing.  Dominique called, but I had to put our appointment off for another day.  He wasn’t too happy about it and accused me of playing games with him.  I assured him it wasn’t no game, because it wasn’t.  If it wasn’t for Candi and that slick ass bitch Veronica, maybe all this shit wouldn’t have happened.  I was beyond angry and many people were gonna have to pay for Quincy’s death.

            Around four o’clock I stopped driving around and headed to Desmon’s game.  My eyes were swollen and were a blood shot red.  I’d smoked several blunts in the car and had stopped at the liquor store to get something strong to drink.