TYCE 3 (24 page)

 
 
 
 
 
On top of that, after Dallas accused her of cheating on me, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and sided with her no questions asked…period. And now I couldn’t get the same in return. I see why niggas say, “I shoulda cheated.” Shit if this is what you get for turning down pussy then I might as well had fucked her.

 
 
 
 
 
Relationships are a trip! Women are a trip! I might be better off single, at least then I would only have my problems to deal with. Everybody says relationships are work, well what the fuck happens when you don’t feel like working no more? Women say they want honesty, but half of them can’t take the truth and the other half don’t believe you when you actually speak the truth. What the fuck is the deal?

 
 
 
 
 
Even though I was mad, irritated, and disappointed with Angelique. I still had her back one hundred percent. So that meant I had to get to the bottom of this whole fake drug plantation thing that put her behind bars in the first place. I might not like her right now but I still loved her and I had to know who the person behind all the drama was.

It was time to look under the bed and whoop the monsters ass!

You’re Next

 
 
 
 
 
District Attorney Seals sat down to a lonely dinner of Thai take out and a light beer. He used to share this time with his wife, but she packed up and left over four years ago. She used his long work hours as the reason she was departing, but in reality she jumped ship for a wealthy banker five years younger than her former husband.

 
 
 
 
 
Seals usually got home from the office around eight each night and each night was the same old thing.
 
These days he enjoyed the peacefulness of his bachelor pad. Being a District Attorney was very stressful and he was beginning to get burnt out. That’s the number one reason he chose to deal with Dallas in the first place. The money he got from her would enable him to retire and live the good life for a change. As he ate his food he looked at photographs of his boat dreaming of the day when he could set sail and leave all the bull shit on dry land. He knew Angelique was innocent, but if her freedom had to be sacrificed so he could retire rich…then so be it.

 
 
 
 
 
The last of the basil rice was shoved into his mouth and he let out a satisfying burp pushing his empty plate away. The next order of business in his nightly routine was a short walk to a popular coffee house where he read the paper while trying to pick up local women. His height made that task difficult. Standing only 5’4 made him pretty unpopular with the ladies; that was until he revealed who he was. That trump card was a sure fire way to get laid. Once they heard the letters D.A. the panties dropped instantly. Handsome never found him, but his money mixed with his status made him fuckable to most women.

 
 
 
 
 
With a splash of Old Spice cologne and a swish of mouth wash he was almost ready to go. He combed his sandy red hair to the left side and grabbed two condoms from the bathroom drawer under the sink. Looking in the mirror he gave himself an approving nod, turned off the light and left the bathroom.

 
 
 
 
 
He grabbed a light gray jacket that didn’t match his slacks and headed out the door of his upscale apartment. As he stepped into the hallway his face immediately collided with the rock hard end of a shotgun. His body crashed into his door then slumped backward into his entrance. He was all dressed up to sleep with a woman tonight, but here he was sleeping in his own doorway as Tyce and Sway looked down at him in disgust.

“Look at this nigga. Every night he goes out to try and get some pussy at that coffee house. And the fucked up thing about it is that he actually gets some.” Tyce held the all black shotgun.

“Man, now you know some women fuck wallets.” Sway put his palms up.

“See, God knew not to make me a woman cuz I’d be juicin’ these fake ass corporate niggas. I’d put a million dollar insurance policy on my pussy if I had one.” He laughed. “Come on man, let’s drag his ass back in the house.”

Once inside they put Seals in the bathtub and looked around the house a bit. They were searching for anything that looked suspicious. Sway searched the master bedroom while Tyce focused on the living room and hallway closets. Moments later Sway came out holding a brief case.

“This shit was under the bed. Who keeps a briefcase under the bed?”

“Nobody, unless you tryna hide it.” Tyce took the case. “This shit got a lil’ weight to it.” He smiled.

“Put it on the counter and I’ll pop the locks.”

Sway pulled out a Rambo sized knife seemingly from thin air and slid it under the gold security buckles.

“Damn nigga, that’s a serious lookin’ knife. You tryna go huntin’ for a mastodon when we leave here?”
 
Tyce playfully punched his chest.

Sway chuckled.“Naw man this knife aint shit, you should see my dad’s. That shit is more like a machete.”

“Man, yall military niggas are a trip.”

Sway jerked the knife up forcefully and popped the first lock, then repeated the process on the second one and the case was open. Both men stared at the thick layer of money that was packed inside.

Tyce grinned and stroked his light facial hair. “I never get tired of lookin’ at money.”

“Shit, me either.” Sway folded his arms across his broad chest. “How much you think is in there?”

“Ummm, ‘bout half a mil. This must be the money he got to prosecute Angelique. Aint no way a D.A. is pullin’ ends like this. This is dirty money.”

“What you wanna do with it?” Sway leaned against the counter.

“I don’t wanna do nothin’ with it. That’s up to you.” Tyce pointed at his friend.

“What you mean it’s up to me?” Sway looked confused.

“Man, I aint forgot you need a lick. Take this money and put it to good use. I know it aint a million like you mentioned, but it beats a blank…take it.”

Although Sway was ex military and as tough as beef jerky, inside he was on the verge of choking up. Tyce was the epitome of a true friend. He thought back to Omar and wondered why a man would stab someone like Tyce in the back. He must have had some ugly demons he was dealing with to do that.

“Thanks bro.”

“It’s nothing man, don’t sweat it. I’m jus’ happy you ridin’ with me on this one.”

“Angelique is like my sister man. No scratch that, she
is
my sister. I hate when people say like my sister, or like my brother, or like family. Why put the like in that shit?” Sway eyes narrowed.

Tyce raised his eyebrows. “That’s a good question. Speakin’ of questions, let’s go wake up the dirty D.A. and ask him a few.”

“Let’s do it.” Sway grabbed his new briefcase.

The ice cold shower sprayed Seals all over his body and his freckled face. He instantly snapped out of his slumber waving his arms wildly around.

“Wha...wha...what the hell is going on? How did I…? Who the hell are you two!?”

“I’m Action and he’s Jackson.” Tyce pointed at his partner.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Seals tried to block the water from hitting his face with his hand.

Tyce still held the intimidating shotgun in his right hand. He slowly pointed it at the soaked District Attorney with his finger on the trigger.

“We know who you are…and we don’t give a fuck. Who paid you to set up Angelique?”

“What?” I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He looked up at them dumbfounded.

“I’ll ask you again and if you say the same stupid shit you said a second ago I’ma shoot you in the knee caps and turn this shower into a blood bath!”

Seals took a deep breath and weighed his options. He knew Action wasn’t bluffing and his friend Jackson looked pretty damn serious too.

Tyce repeated his question again slowly. “Who paid you to set up Angelique?”

Then he moved the barrel of the long gun through the shower spray and put it against the left knee cap of the D.A. waiting for the answer.

“Her name is Raine! That’s all I know…Raine!”

Angelique

 
 
 
 
 
The daring escape wasn’t on the news at all. Not one network reported on the story. In a way that was good news because that meant my face wasn’t blasted on everybody’s T.V, it also meant that the investigation was being held out of the public eye. I may have been out of jail, but I wasn’t out of the woods yet.

 
 
 
 
 
Despite me and Tyce’s relationship issues he still was working on my behalf and I admired and loved him for that. I couldn’t return home yet, so in the mean time I was a guest in Sabrina’s home. I wanted so badly to see my little girl, but Tyce said it was still too hot for that and I was inclined to agree with him. So the much needed reunion with my only child would have to wait. I just hoped it wouldn’t be for too long cuz I missed her like crazy.

 
 
 
 
 
Tyce insisted I lay low until he figured a few things out. Since I accused him of cheating on me he was really quiet and distant when he dealt with me. It boggled my mind why he was giving me the cold shoulder when he was the one that was unfaithful. He said he didn’t do it…but men lie.

 
 
 
 
 
As far as Dallas went, visions of murdering that bitch overflowed my thoughts and spilled from my brain like water from a clogged toilet. I knew now what it was like to truly hate another human being. I thought I hated Dallas before, but now that disgusting problem was multiplied by a million.

Dallas

 
 
 
 
 
Never count me out bitches! It didn’t matter that Angelique was out of jail. That shit definitely surprised me but I quickly recovered and found my footing. I knew that what I told her about me and Tyce sucked all the oxygen out of her lungs like a vacuum. That’s why she hung up on me. She had no air left to speak. It didn’t matter that it was a lie. What mattered was that she didn’t know that for sure. I was positive that Tyce told her nothing happened, but what woman would truly believe that? In the back, front, middle and sides of her mind she was wondering if I was telling the truth and if he was lying.