“Shit, what’s good Q’?”
“Shay just slid through wit some heavy shit on his heart. Davona is no longer and Sacaria is MIA. I was gon’ get in his ear about Dob, but this ain’t the best time. Anyway, long story short, I need you to get some information and get back to me ASAP. Ya mean?”
“Fa sho folks, it’s nothing. I gotchu. Lemme know whatchu wanna do to if shit get real.”
“Shit already real, just let me know what it is and we go from there.”
“A’ight. One!”
I had to get on the horn to my super snoop. Don’t shit pass his ears without stopping. I put the bug in his ear, so he don’t mention Dob to Shay, without word from me first. I feel for Shay right now. He ain’t used to going through emotional shit, and it’s hitting him hard. At the end of the day though, he’s a ‘G’. He will be a’ight. He ain’t never showed up to my crib smelling like alcohol, so I know he ain’t doing good. I got my nigga’s back beyond life, so I’m about to get with Todd and take care of whatever it is that’s going on. My boy don’t need anything else on his shoulders right now, before his ass be done got drunk and wrecked or some shit.
“Jaz!”
“What up, bruh?”
“Yo, you gotta chill the fuck out for a minute. If y’all got a baby, just let that nigga see his baby, blood. I hate to see shit end in a fucked up place for you. Ya mean… just take the baby by, then let that nigga be for now.”
“A’ight, ’Q. I gotchu.”
“Good!”
Jasmine’s ass been tripping, and I’m not all that convinced that she really even got a baby. I don’t be at her joint like that, but I’m not stupid either. I don’t ever see her with a baby; feel me? I never put energy into it, because Shay wasn’t tripping, but it might be time to get to the bottom of this shit. I am not the one to step on the next man’s toes, unless his shoes look better than mine, but being as though Shay looks like he need me to step in, then I will. He won’t admit it; shit, I wouldn’t admit it either, but I know my boy.
Todd should have let him choke the fuck out that bitch one time. She was hella trifling for stepping to my man in front of his bitch. Now, on top of that, Sacaria ain’t nowhere to be found. This is not a good sign; not for Shay, or us as a unit.
I don’t have a problem peeling a nigga’s cap back, even if it’s the wrong muthafucka; I ain’t trippin’. Innocent people get shot every day, that’s just how it is. What the fuck do I gain by feeling bad about it?
I woke up not knowing where I was, with foggy memories of the night before. I scanned the room, there were no signs of Alex or Taniyah. Realizing that I was still naked, I sat up completely and wrapped up tight with the sheet. I could see stains on the sheet from the night before.
Where in the hell is my phone and clothes?
One thing I knew for sure was that I was in a very nice hotel room. I saw room service trays on the table and empty champagne bottles scattered all around.
How much did we drink last night?
Damn, it must have been a wild night, because I can’t remember shit. Normally, I would be okay with this situation, but I felt anxiety creeping up on me.
Something doesn’t feel right, and why is it so fucking quiet in here?
I got up to search around for Alex. “Hello...” I said, as I crept through the huge hotel room. This place was like an apartment, with two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen, flat screen TV’s and actual furniture. I tried to find a phone and my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. I was ready to go, and there was no need to stay any longer than necessary.
The door to the room slowly opened. It was Alex. “Well good morning, sleepy head,” he said in that sexy accent. He walked up and kissed my forehead. “You are so beautiful when you’re sleeping. Are you hungry? I can order more room service. You have quite the appetite for such a pretty little lady.”
“No, thank you babe. Um... do you know where Taniyah is?”
“I think she’s next door. From the sounds last night I think she had a pretty big night.”
“I just wanted to check on her and see if she has my phone and clothes.”
“Taniyah is fine and no need to worry about phones and clothes sweetheart.”
Alex pulled off my sheet and kissed me. He laid me down gently on the bed and started giving it to me. People always told me that white men weren’t well endowed, but in his case, that wasn’t true. Alex was packing and he knew exactly what to do to me. He laid the pipe and laid it well. I wanted to stop him and ask for my phone, but I couldn't. With my nipple in his mouth, he looked up at me, and mumbled that I should be his wife. I wasn’t able to hold it in; I climaxed at that very moment.
“If you were my wife, I would love you like this every day,” Alex said.
I moaned and laid my head back as he circled my nipple with his tongue. Afterwards, we showered together and ordered more room service. I had worked up an appetite for real.
Everything was perfect, until I realized that I needed to get back to my regular life. Anxiety filled the pit of my stomach. I was starting to really miss Shayvon and regardless of the baby momma news, I still loved him very much. It was time to talk.
“Alex baby, I really need my phone now. I have some very important things to check—” There was suddenly a loud knock at the door.
Oh good, I thought. It’s probably Taniyah and her friend, but it wasn’t.
Alex opened the door and some big, ugly, burly-looking dude stomped in. “Are you ready to move now?” he asked.
“No, and did you take care of that other situation?”
“I did. Everything is good, but Tico wants to know why were still here.”
“You tell Tico that everything is on plan and on schedule. There’s no need to rush or get excited.”
As I listened, I noticed that Alex didn’t have an accent anymore. Their conversation was like something out of the movies and I wasn't feeling it.
What the fuck was going on, I thought.
The big, burly, ugly guy nodded at Alex, excused himself, and then left the room.
Then Alex turned to me and leaned down, so that his face was practically touching mine; then he patted my head. “Don’t be alarmed, okay sweetie, because I really like you. I don’t want us to get on bad terms.”
“I’m good, Alex. I just want to know what the fuck is up. Will I be leaving this room or are you going to kill me?”
Alex swung his arm around and backhanded me in the face. My head jolted back and before I could grab my busted lip, Alex grabbed my head and began to kiss my lip. He apologized for his anger. Then he reached behind his back, laid his gun on the nightstand, and climbed on top of me. I turned my head to the side as tears rolled down my face. I didn’t want to seem weak and helpless, even though I was. I also didn’t want to upset him again, so I laid there until he was finished. After he squirted semen all over me, he threw a towel that hit me in the face.
“Go take a shower and get cleaned up,” he said. “My men are all over the place, so don’t get cute, bitch!” Then he winked his eye at me and walked out of the room.
After the shower, I walked back to the bed and sat. Alex was nowhere to be seen, but the big, burly dude was sitting in the corner, staring at me like a pervert. I was going to devise a plan to get the fuck out of there, but there was no use. Dude was three times my size and I could see that he had a gun.
“Take off those towels, bitch, and lay on your stomach. Now face the other way,” he commanded.
Frantically, I did as he said. I could hear him unzip his pants and start jacking off. I usually liked the sound of a dude beating his meat, but this was just nasty. He was panting and breathing so hard, I wondered if he would fall out with heart attack. All I could do was thank God that he didn’t touch me. I started thinking about Taniyah. An eerie feeling came over me and I just prayed that she was okay. I laid there with a feeling of dread as tears streamed down my face.
I could now hear the big guy talking on his cell phone, as he zipped up his pants. “Okay, I will do it right now.” Other men were close or standing right in front of the room door, because I heard deep voices coming from beyond the door. The words weren’t clear, but I assumed that those must have been some of Alex’s men.
Who are these people and what do they want with me?
Shay always ran a tight ship; he never took me around any deals. In fact, he stopped handling deals in person. How would anybody know who I was, if they were trying to retaliate against him for some reason? I remember him saying that he had some bumps to smooth out. Could this have something to do with that bump or nah?
The big ugly guy walked over to me. My heart was racing as I got ready to protect myself. He grabbed my arm and shot me up full of something, and then everything began to fade. I began to hear voices and see silhouettes; as I felt myself being carried off, I was trying to say, “God, please help me,” but my lips wouldn’t move.
When I got to Jasmine’s, she was sitting on the porch with the baby in her arms and talking on the phone. She stood up and handed me the baby, and then went finished her call. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she didn’t look happy when she returned.
“Is everything okay? You seem irritated by that call.”
“It’s good. So… what do you think?”
I felt my heart sink into my chest, as I noticed the baby’s uncanny resemblance to me. I almost didn’t feel the need to get a blood test at this point.
Jasmine said with certainty in her voice, “He looks just like you, Shay.” She stood there with her arms folded.
“I see,” I replied as, I watched little man was gnaw on one of his fingers. “He’s too cute, Jaz.”
The whole time I held him, my thoughts were all over the place. I didn’t know whether to be mad, happy, or both. There was definitely a sadness hanging over the entire situation. Sacaria would have to accept him, and it’s going to break her heart. Not to mention, I wasn’t down with having a baby momma. Speaking of Sacaria, I'm not going another moment without seeing her. If I show up at Taniyah’s, she will have to talk to me. Last time I went by, nobody answered, but this time I'm not leaving without her.
This was all too much for me to handle right now. I needed Sacaria by my side to help me get my head back on straight. I kissed little man on the forehead and handed him back to Jasmine.
“Thank you for letting me see him. I will call you in the morning to work out our situation. A’ight, is that cool with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s cool, Shay.”
I was on my way over to Taniyah’s when I got a call from Q’Mari.
“What up nigga? I got the dirt on Davona’s death. They say that her ex-boyfriend caught back up to her. I guess she wasn’t wit it and he hung her,” Q’Mari said, as he rolled up his car window in order to keep his conversation private. “The po-po think it’s a suicide right now though. Whatchu wanna do?”
I knew muthafuckas couldn’t hold water. Then Q’Mari dropped a huge bomb on me. Q’Mari heard that Sacaria and Taniyah were seen at the Mark, entertaining some men. Not just any men either; those men that they were entertaining are affiliated with our supplier. Meaning she was out fucking with some major kingpins, not street corner, nickel bag niggas. I’m talking about motherfuckers that would kill her to get to me, if shit ever went wrong on the business end of shit.
Ain’t shit went wrong since the incident with Dob, but then again, Todd has been kind of wild lately. Not to mention, our communication hasn’t been at its best for a minute either.
What in the hell would Sacaria be doing anywhere near the Mark?
I am tempted not to listen to Q’Mari, but it sure is funny that every time Sacaria is around Taniyah and Erica, people start throwing shade. This is not the first time I heard about Sacaria being in a place like the Mark. Maybe it’s more to it than that, but today, I'm taking Q’Mari at his word. Q’Mari is my nigga and he has never let me down before.
With that being said, I smashed as fast as I could over to Taniyah’s spot. Somebody is going to tell me what the hell is going on. I don’t want to believe that Sacaria would be out here making me look like a fuck boy behind my back, but my gut says not to dismiss it either. I tell you what though, I better not find any truth to Q’Mari's statements regarding Sacaria, or I'm tearing some shit up, on Moms! I let love in, and love better not let me down. As far as I’m concerned, Sacaria is my soul mate. I mean, I’m getting ready to propose to this girl for God’s sake. I don’t ever want to be proved wrong on my feelings for her, but I also know my boys wouldn’t lie to me. Talk about being conflicted… I’m confused as fuck and it’s really pissing me off.
I
t is too damn quiet around here, I thought.
I never really kicked it at Taniyah’s before, but she lives right on the outskirts of the hood, how quiet could it actually be? There is always something jumping around these parts. No gun shots, no helicopters or no dogs barking right now—nothing. Dope fiends should be moving and I know niggas done slept off their hangovers off by now. Maybe it’s just me tripping, but it is the middle of the afternoon and ain’t shit moving.
I knocked on Taniyah’s door like the po-po, but nobody answered. I know they have to be in there. Where else would Sacaria and Taniyah be? They have to return home at some point. Fuck it, I decided as I kicked the door in. I stepped on the door and walked into the doorway of the house. At first glance, I knew it was all bad. The absence of sound put my senses on high. The house was clean and in good condition, but the air was stale and stiff like death. I could hear a TV show playing from the back of the house, but it didn’t sound like anything interesting. It was dark in the house and the blinds were closed. Since Moms didn’t raise no fool, I used my sleeve to turn the hall light on and walked all the way into the house. I took my Glock from the small of my back and began to search the house. I crept slowly around a few corners, but I didn’t get far when I saw Taniyah sprawled out across the bed with still no sign of Sacaria.
“Niyah,” I said softly, but she didn’t answer. “Niyah!” I raised my voice that time to sure wake her for sure—still nothing. I walked slowly over to the bed. That’s when I noticed a used syringe on the floor beside her bed. Her lips were blue, her eyes were wide open, and her face was expressionless.