Raunchy (6 page)

“We gonna wait until I say we move.” I said sternly. “Now shut the fuck up you fuckin’ up my concentration.”He huffed a little but then leaned back against the wall with the rest of my crew, they all had guns in hand ready.

To be seventeen, Paco was the best nigga to have behind a steering wheel when you was in a jam. He had dreams of being a Nascar driver and even hired Grand, Kali’s uncle to teach him how to race. I had to give it to the nigga, he was pretty good at it, too. The only thing with Paco was he was too anxious and too impulsive to take anything seriously. So that was his downfall.

When I looked at my TAG sports watch I wondered what was takin’ Kali so long. He had one job to do and he was fuckin’ late at doin’ it. But ten minutes later, he came walkin’ downstairs with a little girl wearing a blue dress and his cousin Vaughn who I hated. Like always, he was wearing a brown leather strap on his back wit’ a silver hatchet inside. His favorite large army green duffle bag was in his other hand. He slept from place to place and most of the shit he owned was in the bag. He tossed it to the floor when they reached the bottom step.

Kali maintained his hold of the girl by her forearm until she shook him off and ran to her father on the pool table. Me, Paco, Kreshon, Herb Dayo and Sick Sense all stood up straight and moved toward him. This wasn’t in the plan so what was she doing here? And why was this nigga Vaughn wit’ him?”

“Vaughn, get the fuck up out my basement, cuz.” I said.

“Nigga, what?” He said gripping his tool.

My men closed in on him and Vaughn looked at us like he wanted to bust off. But he wasn’t that stupid.

“Cousin, I’ma be upstairs.” He said to Kali, gritting on us. “Let me know when you ready to roll.” Kali was already explosive but Vaughn was his detonator.

When he went upstairs, I addressed my attention to Kali.

“Fuck is up, young?” I said lookin’ at the kid. “You was ‘sposed to bring his partner the nigga that ganked us. Why you got shawty? And what the fuck Vaughn doin’ wit’ you?”

“He drove the car for me to get away.”

“You know I don’t fuck wit’ that nigga.” I reminded him. “So now he know all our business?”

“He family, J. He ain’t sayin’ shit.”

“Fuck that what’s up wit’ the kid? And where is Star?”

“I couldn’t find him.” Kali said.

The seven-year old girl hugged her father around the neck as we waited on Kali’s response. Although Bam’s mouth was bound, I could tell by the way his body jerked that he was crying. He ain’t like seeing his kid here no more than we did.

“Daddy, what’s going on? Why did they take me from school?” She sobbed. “Why won’t they let me go? I want my mommy.”

Bam, who we kidnapped a few hours earlier, looked at us with pleading eyes. But this shit was his fault. Had he and Star not hit our stash house, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Yo, bitch, shut the fuck up, ‘fore I put somethin’ to your ass.” Kali yelled at the girl. “Screamin’ all up in my man’s crib. I’m sick of hearin’ your mouth.”

“You don’t tell me what to do! You don’t tell me to do nothin’!” She screamed back.

Enraged, Kali rushed up to the girl and smacked her in the mouth with the butt of his gun. Blood splashed all over the dress she was wearing and dampened the rug. Now, her DNA was everywhere!

“Who the fuck is you talkin’ too?” He said aiming his gun at her head. The barrel pressed firmly against her temple. He talked to her as if she was a nigga on the street who just shorted him of his money. “I will blow your mothafuckin’ head off.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seein’. I was already havin’ a problem killin’ a nigga who was in to me for twenty grand, but killin’ a kid was out of the question.

“Kali,” I whispered walking up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “you need to put that shit down, man. You not ‘bout to kill no kid in my crib.”

The little girl was shaking scared and Bam was trying to get himself untied and off the table. He was doing a pretty good job of it too, until Paco hit Bam on the head with the back of his gun. The rest of my men provided cover.

“This little bitch been givin’ me and Vaughn shit since we got here.” He said, still aimed, the gun shaking in his hand. One wrong move and she would have a bullet in her head.

“Kali, put the fuckin’ gun down!” I yelled. “Now!” Kali looked at the little girl and then at me.

“Herb, you on it?”

“You know it,” he said holding his .45 automatic in position in case I needed him to smoke Kali.

Kali looked at him but listened to me. “I’m not gonna ask you again, man.”

Finally he lowered his weapon and tucked his gun in his waist. The little girl held onto her mouth and judging by the way her jaw shifted, I knew it was broken.

“So you were really gonna shoot me?” He asked Herb Dayo.

Herb put his gun back in his waist and remained silent.

“What the fuck is goin’ on, Kali?”

“I’m sorry, man. I...I took shit too far wit’ the kid.” He said pacing the floor.

“You always sayin’ how I be fuckin’ up, and then I go fuck up again.” He continued bashing himself like he normally did. “I don’t know what’s wrong wit’ me. It’s like, I be meanin’ to keep shit one hundred, but when shit don’t go my way, I lose it!”

“Kali, what the fuck is she doin’ here?” I said bringing him back to what was important. “And where is Star?”

Somebody told the nigga we was on the way, so he left town. And then I remembered you and Tony Wop talkin’ ‘bout Bam havin’ a daughter. So I found out what school she went to, picked her up and brought her here. This nigga gotta give us our product now.”

“We been torturing this nigga for a hour, and he still say he ain’t got shit.” Herb Dayo said. “I gotta believe he tellin’ the truth.”

Herb was light skin and good with washing money. He was older than us, especially me and Kali who were only seventeen.

“Bringin’ the kid here was stupid!” Sick Sense said. “And I know somebody saw you.”

Sick Sense had good senses, hence the nickname. But like most niggas he had his downfalls. He smoked a lot of weed but was good with scoping out scenes. So before we made a move we sent him in to check things out first. We did that every time we moved a stash house until last week. Had we done it, Star and Bam would not have gotten us for our product and money. Sick’s other downfall was that he was an ugly nigga who hung wit’ faggy Barry from 58
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, although he think we ain’t know it.

“Naw, they’ll probably think it’s somebody out Maryland. Or that dude who be rapin’ and killin’ them kids.”

“Nigga, you kidnapped her with a hatchet on your back! I know somebody saw you.” Paco persisted.

“Kali, ain’t nobody gonna make a lotta fuss if a dope boy come up missin’, but a kid is a whole ‘notha story.” Kreshon added.

Kreshon was tall, linky and sly. He had some shit with him, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. But he was good with collecting the money from the soldiers on my squad, on time all the time, so I kept him around.

“I know for a fact ain’t nobody see me.”

“How?” Sick Sense added. “You fucked up before and we had to clean up behind you. You ain’t ‘bout to get me in no shit again.”

“And what about fingerprints? Did you touch anything?” Herb Dayo continued.

“No..I don’t think...um, I can’t remember.”

“Well I’m with Sick.” Herb Dayo added. “You ain’t ‘bout to get me in no shit either.”

“If you a member of this crew, and you gettin’ from this crew then you already in some shit.” I said looking at my men. “All of you. We in this together.” When I heard or saw no more objections I redirected my attention to Kali.

“Go upstairs and make sure that nigga Vaughn not in my house.” I told him.

“I’m sorry, man. For real.”

As he was walking up the stairs Herb said, “We gotta get rid of that nigga, Jace. He a liability.”

Kali’s footsteps stopped and we all looked at Herb crazy. If Kali heard him it could cause a serious fight on top of everything else we had going on down here. But when he continued to walk up the stairs, I knew he didn’t hear him.

With Kali gone I took the tape off of Bam’s mouth and tried to talk some sense into him.

“Please...Let me daughter go! Please don’t hurt her no more.”

“I don’t wanna hurt her, but I need to know where my product is. You stealin' from me made shit hot with my peeps and now I owe. Where my shit and I’ll let you go. Both of you.”

“I don’t know.” He sobbed. “On my life I would tell you if I knew.”

I looked at my men and knew we were all thinking the same thing. He was telling the truth. Problem was, it ain’t matter. I put the tape back on his mouth and tried to get my mind together.

If I didn’t kill this nigga, and his kid too, I was gonna lose respect from my squad and my pops. I never took a life before, and I ain’t wanna start today. I decided to walk away from the situation for a moment and consult with the one person I could always count on.

Southeast, Washington, DC

Five-Year Pussy Plan

Harmony Phillips

We had been in class for a minute and already I was irritated. And fuck Woodson High School, fuck the student body staff and teachers. I’m all about getting mine and school was blockin’ my style. That’s why I told people it was my last day even though they thought I was bullshitting.

I was sitting between Constance and Trip, two chicks I kicked it with every now and again when for real all I wanted to do was get out of class, get a bottle of vodka, smoke and fuck. But the clock was taking its sweet time to tick by.

“Did ya’ll hear about that girl…The one who was kidnapped from school the other day?” Constance asked. “They saying some dude took her when she went to the bathroom.”

“Ya’ll coming to my party right?” Ebony asked standing over top of us when the bell rang for class to began. “It’s gonna be like that.”

I peeped the gold hoop earrings with the word Princess in the middle she was wearing. My daddy use to call me princess all the time and they reminded me of him.

“Nice earrings.” I said.

“Girl, my father gave them to me. I swear that man loves me to death.”

I felt a hollow emptiness in my stomach and tried to push it down. I didn’t know what the feeling was, all I knew was that it hurt.

Ebony lived in Northwest D.C. and should not have even been going to our school. But her cousin went here, and she was so pressed to be near her that she used her address.

“Ebony, I realize you want to start your birthday early, but class has started. So please take a seat,” the teacher said. A few people laughed and then eventually settled down.

“Ya’ll going to Ebony’s cookout this weekend?” Constance whispered. “She said she gonna have mad smoke there, too.”

Constance was kinda cute, short and light skin with a lot of freckles on her face. She kept her hair slicked back with a rack of gel in it. She had big titties and a loud mouth to go with it. And because she couldn’t talk low, she stayed getting us in trouble with the teachers at school.

“If her party is anything like her party last year, you know I’m in there! And I ain’t got no more money for no smoke either!” Trip laughed.

Trip was average looking but she always knew where to score money for some smoke, which is why I kept her around. At the same time she was also a backstabber, which is one reason I couldn’t kick it with her all the time. Although she was only seventeen, she had a three-year-old son by her boyfriend Paco named Evan. I had to give it to them though, they made a cute baby together.

“Ya’ll talking all that shit knowing good and well Kreshon not gonna let you go nowhere, Constance and Paco would kill your ass if he caught you at another party, Trip.” I laughed. “So I don’t even know why ya’ll faking.”

“Bitch, fuck Kreshon! He just better keep that money rolling for we have serious problems.” Constance said.

“Why you say that?” I asked.

“Because lately he been holding out. Talking ‘bout he ain’t got this and he ain’t got that. At the end of the day, the money is all I give a fuck about.”