Wifey 4 Life (19 page)

“Where you wanna dump her body?” Griff asked.

“We can dump her in that wooded area on South Military Highway
behind that salon called Star Struck,” Walt suggested.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good spot. Ain’t nobody gonna find her for
at least a couple months,” Griff said as he crawled back into the front seat. “I’m
gon’ go ahead and get in her car before somebody drives up and sees me.”

“Yeah, go ahead and take her car down there to Providence Road,
and me and Jeff will meet you there in about ten minutes.”

“You better make it sooner than that. I don’t want her nigga
rolling up on me and I’m by myself.”

“Nigga, don’t let me find out you scared!” Jeff joked.

Walt laughed. “Come on, don’t talk like that. You know you’d
be able to handle things without us.”

“I know I can too, but I ain’t trying to take the chances of
that nigga rolling up on me while he got somebody with him.”

“He’s right,” I chimed in. “Tony sounded like he was with someone,
so there’s a big possibility that he may come with that person.”

“You better listen to her, Walt,” Griff said.

Walt thought for a second and then said, “All right, just follow
me and Jeff to that spot, so we can get rid of this body, and then we’ll head down
to Providence together.”

“A’ight.” Griff got out of the van and ran over to Shannon’s
car. Jeff sped out of the parking lot, and Griff followed. We were only three miles
from the wooded area, so it only took us about five minutes to get there.

As soon as we arrived at the wooded area, Griff parked Shannon’s
car on the opposite side of the street, and then he raced across the street to where
Jeff had parked the van. Walt opened the side door of the van, while Griff and
Jeff stood outside to help him dispose of the body. They all wore dark clothing,
so it was hard to see them in the dark.

After they removed Shannon’s body from the van, they started
walking into the thick thicket of trees that sat about two hundred feet from the
highway. It soon became difficult for me to see them.

A couple cars rode by while they were away from the van, and
my heart jumped all over the place while my stomach did some flips. I knew I was
in the wrong, but I still prayed to God that a police car wouldn’t ride by and get
suspicious because of the van being parked at such a remote location.

Curiosity was killing the hell out of me. I wanted to know where
they left her body. It wasn’t like I wanted to go back and locate her body or anything,
but I wanted to be included. I took the ride, so why couldn’t I know what went on
out there? I knew how to keep secrets.

Immediately after they returned, Walt and Jeff jumped back into
the van, and Griff hopped back into Shannon’s car. Jeff whipped the van around and
had us back on the main highway in less than four seconds flat. I looked out
the back window and saw that Griff had turned around Shannon’s car to follow us.

Our destination on Providence Road was about a six-minute drive.
When we got there Walt asked me, “What color is his car again?”

“It’s sky-blue. Why?”

“Do you see it?”

I looked around the entire parking lot of the nightclub, Upscales,
and Tony’s Camry was nowhere in sight. “Nope, I don’t see it.”

Walt exhaled. “Good. We beat ’im here.” He got on his cellular
phone and called Griff to give him further instructions. He told Griff to park Shannon’s
car, with the tail facing the street, and to lift up the hood. That way, when Tony
drove up, he’d only see the car from behind.

Griff did exactly what Walt instructed him to do, and then we
all sat back and waited patiently for Tony’s arrival.

The twenty minutes he said it would take him to arrive at the
location seemed like they took forever. I looked at the clock on the stereo system
in the front of the van at least ten times, and every time I looked at it, the time
would only show it to be a minute later than the previous time I looked.

Everyone sat in the van and said nothing. It was so quiet, I
could hear Jeff when he inhaled and exhaled. And every time a car drove up, we all
turned around to see if it was Tony, but it never was.

While we all sat quietly in the van, Walt got the urge to call
Griff on his cell phone. When Griff answered, Walt put the call on speakerphone
and said, “I think you need to get out of the car and act like you’re doing something
underneath the hood.”

“But he might see me,” Griff said.

“From the way you got her car parked, you can’t see who’s
underneath the hood.”

“Yeah,” Jeff said, “tell ’im homeboy ain’t gon’ be able to see
him.”

“Jeff just said you a’ight, nigga, so stop whining.” Walt laughed.

“I think you should come out here with me, just in case that
nigga got a burner on him.”

“Yeah, he’s right, Walt. Tony might have a gun,” I said.

Walt thought for a second and then said, “I’ma send Jeff out
there just in case shit gets ugly.”

“A’ight.”

Walt hung up.

“How you want me to be positioned?” Jeff asked.

“Both of y’all need to lean over like y’all are working on something
underneath the hood, so when homeboy show up, y’all can catch him off guard and
ambush him.”

“A’ight, I can do that. But why don’t we pull this van up beside
it and act like we giving that car a jump? Remember, homegirl told that nigga that
her car needed a jump.”

Walt nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Let’s do that.”

Jeff pressed down on the accelerator and drove the van right
up to Shannon’s car, but before he could get out of the driver’s seat, a car with
bright headlights rolled up behind us.

I immediately turned around. My heart skipped a beat when I realized
it was Tony driving toward us. “It’s him.”

Walt and Jeff both tried to use their side mirrors to see the
car behind us.

“Is he alone?” Walt asked.

“Yes, he’s alone,” I said quickly.

“All right, Jeff, we gon’ have to do this real easy,” Walt said
slowly as he continued to look in his side mirror.

“Whatcha want me to do?” Jeff asked.

“Has he gotten out of the car yet?” Walt asked, sounding worried.

“Nah, not yet,” I told him.

“What is he doing?”

“I can’t see because he still got on his headlights,” I replied.

After a minute I said, “Wait, I see him moving in the front seat
like he’s looking for something.” I turned my head and looked through the front
windshield to see what Griff was doing, but I couldn’t see him at all. I figured
he was staying out of sight, so he wouldn’t blow his cover.

Finally Tony got out of the car. I looked directly at his hands
to see if he was carrying a weapon of some kind, but he wasn’t. I alerted Walt to
what I saw. Both Jeff and Walt sat in the front seat while Tony approached us.

We were parked directly beside Shannon’s car, and there wasn’t
much room to walk between the car and the van, so Tony walked on the left side of
Shannon’s car.

Jeff looked at Walt. “You think we should get out now?”

“Yeah, come on.”

By the time Jeff and Walt opened their door, Tony had gotten
around to the front of Shannon’s car.

“Who are you? And where is Shannon?” Tony asked.

I couldn’t see what was going on because Griff had the hood open,
but I could hear them. When Jeff and Walt got out of the van, I saw Jeff run around
the left side of Shannon’s car while Walt came around at another angle. They both
had their guns drawn, so they were ready for whatever came next.

Tony yelled, “What the fuck!”

Then I heard some struggling. My first reaction was to jump out
and see what was going on, but I decided against that, because I didn’t want to
be hit by a random bullet. My heart was pumping like crazy, and my curiosity was
getting the best of me.

A minute later I saw Tony walking toward the van, Walt and Jeff
following behind him. When Walt opened the van door for Tony to get inside, and
Tony saw me sitting in the back of the van, he looked like he was seeing a ghost.
When niggas got caught in the wrong, they always looked like they’d seen a ghost.

I shook my head at that clown. “You weren’t expecting to see
me, huh?”

Walt hit Tony in the back of the head with the butt of his pistol,
and Tony went out like a light. He stuffed his gun inside the waist of his jeans
and asked Jeff to help him put Tony inside the van.

“Griff, can you straighten out the plastic on the floor?” Walt
asked. Griff jumped inside the van and turned around the plastic.

“Hurry, before somebody comes up,” Walt said.

We were in the parking lot of a popular nightclub, and even though
it wasn’t open, we were near a very busy street, so someone was bound to drive by
any second. With that in mind, I turned around in my seat and stared out the back
window to make sure no one was coming.

After Griff straightened the plastic on the floor of the van,
he climbed to the front of the van and waited for Jeff and Walt to lay Tony on top
of it. Then Walt tied together Tony’s wrists and legs.

“Whatcha want to do with the car?” Griff asked.

“Just close the hood, lock the door, and leave it there,” Walt
said. “A tow truck will snatch it up after midnight, since the club ain’t open.”

Once Griff was done following Walt’s instructions, he got back in the van.

“Where we going now?” Jeff asked.

“Let’s head back to Huntersville so this nigga can show us where
those other motherfuckers are,” Walt said.

“A’ight.”

I
sat in the backseat of the van in total amazement. I couldn’t
believe I had gotten myself caught up in kidnapping and murder. This wasn’t how
I wanted to live my life. All I ever wanted was a simple life. I never asked for
much, and I’d never had it in me to hurt people. That wasn’t how I was raised. So
why was I always getting the fucked-up end of the stick? The only reason I came
back to Virginia was to attend my cousin’s funeral and pay my respects, but somehow
I’d gotten more than I bargained for. Once my uncle had me kidnapped, I couldn’t
let it go and just return back to Anguilla. I had to have my revenge.

I looked at Tony while he lay on the floor and wondered what
Walt had in store for him. Deep down in my heart I wanted that bastard to pay for
all the pain and agony I’d gone through because of him, and it didn’t matter what
method Walt used to terminate him. All that I asked was that I got a chance to ask
him one question before he took his last breath.

Ten minutes into the drive back to Norfolk, Tony started regaining
consciousness. Walt sat in the seat above where he lay on the floor. He moved his
head from side to side, and then he wiggled his body a little, once he realized
he’d been tied up. It was hard to get a good look at him while the interior light
was off in the van.

“Owww! Shit! My damn head hurts like a motherfucker!”

Walt leaned forward. He looked like he was about to get down
on his knees, but he didn’t. He was close enough to Tony’s face so Tony could see
who he was. “You lucky we ain’t killed you.”

I was sure Tony was still seeing red and blue stars, because
he kept blinking his eyes while he tried to focus in on Walt.

“Come on, man,” Tony said. “I got three grand in my front right
pocket. I’ll give it to you if you let me go.”

Walt and Griff both burst into laughter.

“That was a nice offer, homeboy, but we already confiscated that.”
Walt waved the roll of fifty-dollar bills in his face.

“A’ight, man. Well, can you let me go, please?”

“Not until you tell me where we can find the motherfuckers who
tortured Kira,” Walt said.

“If I tell you where they at, you promise you’ll let me go?”

Walt turned around and winked his eye at me, and then he turned
back around toward Tony. “You got my word, so start talking.”

Tony lifted his head from the floor as far as he could, so
he could look directly at Walt. “Who you trying to find first?”

“It doesn’t matter, homeboy, just as long as you help us locate
every last one of them.”

“A’ight, well, Dré is probably at his crib, and Breon is at the
crib too.”

“I wanna know where Kasey is at?” My mouth was dry, but it felt
like I could taste revenge.

Tony’s eyes focused over Walt’s shoulders and landed directly
on me. “I don’t know where Kasey lives, but I know where she hangs out at.”

I tapped Walt on his shoulder. “Let’s get her first.”

Walt smiled at me. “I gotcha covered, baby girl.”

While Jeff followed the directions from Tony, I sat back and
wondered how I would react when I got my chance with that Kasey bitch. A whole
lot of torturing methods crossed my mind, but I knew I didn’t have the stomach to
go through with them. I figured I’d be satisfied to just bring her to tears.

When we arrived back in Huntersville, Walt and Jeff dragged Tony
from the floor and sat him up on the seat in front of me. They did this, so he could
guide them along the streets of Huntersville. He instructed them to drive down
Johnson Road first.

“Drive slowly,” Tony said, “’cause Kasey be hanging outside in
front of her girl’s crib, which is that brick duplex right there on the left.”

Everyone in the van, including me, sat straight up to see if
we saw Kasey standing outside. There were a couple of people standing at the curb,
but they were all men. Jeff kept driving.

“She might be in the house,” I said.

“Yeah, she might be inside the house,” Tony repeated.

“It’s too risky,” Walt responded.“We can’t take the chance of
fucking with her while there’s a crowd outside. We got too many witnesses.”

“Yeah, he’s right,” Jeff said. “We got too many bodies hanging
around. Let’s go at this thing another way.”

“Wait. There she goes,” I blurted out when I saw her coming outside
from the downstairs apartment.