CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Cash
“Oh, right there. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop,” shorty moaned as I pounded her from behind. Yeah, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing all this, but a nigga was backed up, and with everything that’d been going on, I needed the release. She was just in the right place at the right time.
“You gon’ swallow this nut?” I asked, picking up the pace. I’d already been here too long, and I didn’t get what I came for yet.
“Uh-huh,” she said, bucking. She was just about ready to blow. I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick. So I sped up the pace even more, making sure that each stroke was filled with pleasurable pain. A few seconds later, she began nutting. Knowing I was right behind her, I pulled out of her and beat my dick until she turned around and started sucking it. She knew I loved it when she took my dick straight to the back of her throat. Something about that warm feeling drove my dick insane. A minute or two later, I was shooting my seeds all the way to the back of her throat.
“Open ya mouth,” I told her. She rolled her eyes but did just as I told her to. I didn’t care if she was mad. I was making sure that she swallowed that shit. “Good girl.”
“So are you going to stay the night?” she asked, smiling. I looked at her and laughed softly before shaking my head. I didn’t know when and why this bitch became attached to me, but what she didn’t understand was that nothing was going to come of this besides a good nut. That was it.
“Now you know I can’t spend the night. I have to be on the first thing smoking out of here in the morning. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m still looking for your bitch-ass, thieving-ass, conniving-ass cousin. That bitch and Bundy fucked with the wrong nigga. Speaking of Bundy, that nigga better be glad I sent him out painless.”
“You killed him?” she asked, sounding shocked.
“What the fuck you think? And I’m going to do the same thing when I find your stupid-ass cousin,” I said. “Did she tell you where she was?”
“So you’re just going to kill the mother of your child?” she asked, ignoring my question.
“The fuck you think? She could’ve been my mother and I would’ve killed her. She shouldn’t have stolen from my son and me. Now she has to pay for that with her life,” I said without cutting one corner. Since she stole from me like any other bitch-ass nigga, I was going to have to treat her like any other bitch-ass nigga. “Now did she tell you where she was?”
“No. She was supposed to, but she said someone was calling her,” she said, which was not what I wanted to hear at all.
“The fuck you mean, bitch?” I asked, madder than a muthafucker. “Well, what the fuck did she say then?”
“Like I said, she was supposed to tell me, but then someone beeped her line. Shit, for all I know, she’s in Florida.”
“How the fuck you know that shit?” I asked her.
“Because . . .” she said before she walked over to her purse. She came back with her phone in her hand. Scrolling through her phone, she then turned it to me. “She called me from this number. So I Googled it, and it showed up as a Florida number.”
“Let me see that shit right quick,” I said, grabbing the phone out of her hand. Pulling my phone out, I copied the number and saved it in my contacts. I then handed the phone back to her. Walking over to the bed, I bent down and began putting my clothes on. Pulling my wallet out of my back pocket, I tossed her a few $100 bills before I made my way to the door. “Thanks for everything, Brittney. I gotta go.”
“Will I see you next week?” she had the nerve to ask. Since I still needed her, I decided to play nice.
“Yes, I’ll call you when I get back. See ya later,” I said, walking down the stairs and out the door. Closing the door, I made a mental note to take care of her the minute I was done with Mia. I didn’t need her running her mouth and telling nobody shit. That was why I was going to play it cool until everything was over and done with.
* * *
“Man, you won’t even believe this shit,” I said, walking into the house where Jamel and I had been staying for the past couple of months.
“Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, walking into the living room. “You been too damn happy for me, shit.”
“Man, shut the fuck up and listen,” I said, taking a seat on the sofa. He stood there for a few seconds before taking a seat himself. “Now you know how I been looking for the bitch Mia and shit, right? Well, today, her cousin told me that the bitch was most likely in Florida.”
“And what makes you think that?” he asked like I was tripping or something.
“Because she said she called her today, and the number she called her from was from a Florida area code.”
“What makes you think that what ol’ girl said is true?” he asked, kind of pissing me off.
He knew I hated when he questioned me, and right now was not the time for him to be questioning me. He knew better than I did how bad I wanted to find this bitch and fuck her up for doing us so dirty. I lost my family over this bitch, and come to fucking find out that this bitch was a fucking snake and shit. That shit made me feel fucked up in the head, and now because of my stupid-ass mistake, my girl was pregnant and about to marry another nigga. I was getting angry again thinking about that shit, and the only person I wanted to take it out on was Mia’s stupid ass.
“I’m just saying, they’re family, right? And even though you’re occasionally fucking Brittney, what makes you think that what she’s saying about her own damn cousin is true? For all you know, that number could be bogus and she could be telling homegirl all about your plans right now.”
“Man, shut the fuck up and hand me that burner that’s sitting on the table,” I told him. I then reached into my pocket and pulled the phone out.
“Nigga, don’t be mad at me, because I do what you don’t do,” he said, handing me the phone.
“Man, shut the fuck up with all of that shit,” I said, as I began dialing the number that I had saved in my phone. Hitting the call button, I then put the phone on speaker. We then sat there waiting as the phone began ringing.
“Hello,” a voice said.
“Hello, may I speak with Martha please?” I asked, changing my voice so she wouldn’t realize who it was.
“I’m sorry, you have the wrong number,” a voice that sounded like Mia’s said.
“You believe me now?” I asked Jamel as I threw the phone back on the table.
“I have no choice but to when I just heard her voice, huh?” he replied sarcastically.
“Uh-huh. Now what was all the shit you was just popping?”
“Man, get the fuck out with that childish shit,” he said, getting up. “So what are you going to do about that? You don’t know where she is in Florida. So if you go looking for her, that’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.”
“I know. That’s why I want you to call Li’l Bit and get her to put a trace on the phone.”
“Okay, cool.”
“And tell her that I want to hear something by tomorrow. Shit, I pay her too much for her not to be doing her job,” I said, getting up from the sofa. Stretching and yawning, I began walking out of the room. “I’ll catch you tomorrow. Don’t make no babies tonight, nigga.”
“How do you know I had someone over?”
“Nigga, I’m Cash, and I’m also your best friend. I know you,” I said, laughing. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m more tired than a muthafucker right now.”
“All right, man.”
Leaving the room, I headed straight to the bathroom. A nigga was tired, but I still had to take a shower. It wasn’t going to be a long one, but I needed to wash the smell of sex and sweat off me. Once I was cleaned up, I headed to the room, where I threw on a pair of boxers and hopped into bed. I needed all the rest that I could get, because tomorrow I was going to find Mia and bring her ass back to Chicago, where I was going to end her miserable-ass life.
* * *
“Yo, you got what I asked you for?” I asked Young as I cruised through the city of Chicago. My flight to Tennessee wasn’t scheduled until later on this evening. So I decided to take care of a few last-minute things before then. I had already checked on all the shops but one, which was where I was heading now.
“Man, I got it and then some, but I’m not about to tell you the shit over the phone,” he replied, making my heart skip a beat.
“Is it good news or bad news?” I asked, trying to get a heads-up on what he had to tell me.
“The best news you’ll want to hear.”
“All right, man, let me go check on these traps. I’ll see you later on tonight,” I told him as I pulled up to the last trap.
“A’ight, bet,” he said, hanging up. Before getting out of the car, I made sure that I looked around. I had to be sure that there was no one around to clock or lock me up. Once I was sure that everything was okay, I got out and headed inside.
“What’s up, boss?” some little dude name Bryant said as I walked up. When I reached the porch, he got up and gave me a dap, followed by the rest of the ones sitting on the porch.
“Where them bags at?” I asked him, getting straight to the point.
“Yeah. Let me get it for you right quick,” he said before he disappeared into the house. A few minutes later, he came back outside with two black duffle bags.
“Everything’s all right, huh?” I asked before I even reached for anything.
“Man, you know me better than that, boss. Everything is always good, and you know it,” he said, handing the bags to me.
“All right, man. I’ll see y’all next week. I’ll be out of the state, so keep shit on lock for me, nigga,” I said, taking the bags from him.
“You know I got you, man. See you when ya get back,” he said before we pounded our fists together. I then said goodbye to the rest of the fellas before I headed back to the car, where I threw the bags in the trunk, got in, and headed back to the house.
Since the house wasn’t too far away from the trap, it didn’t take long for me to get there. When I got there, I spotted Mel’s car sitting on the side of the road. Hitting the horn twice before pulling into the driveway, I got out without cutting the car off, grabbed the bags, and headed inside.
“What you out here beeping the horn for like that?” he asked, walking onto the porch. I raised the bags without speaking a word, which caused him to nod his head.
“This came from that li’l dude Bryant. You already know there’s no need to count it. So put it up and holler at me later,” I said, handing him both bags before I turned around and began heading back to the car.
“Where you going?” he asked.
“I’m about to head out. I’ll see you when I see you,” I replied, throwing up the deuces. I got in the car and backed out. I honked the horn before I pulled off, heading straight for the mall.
As I was driving, my phone began ringing. Looking at the phone, I noticed that it was Brittney calling. Shaking my head, I just placed the phone down and decided to let it roll to voicemail. I didn’t have any more use for her, so I didn’t see why she was even calling me in the first place. There was nothing left for us to say to one another except for when it was time for me to kill her stupid, naive ass.
I was maybe four or five minutes from the mall when I noticed that I needed some gas. I wasn’t all the way on E, but shit, I wasn’t too far from it either. I decided to stop at the first gas station that I saw. Pulling up to the pump, I parked behind this all-black Tahoe. Cutting the car off, I reached for my wallet in the glove compartment. I was about to get out when I looked up and thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I closed my eyes and opened them again, but when I did, I was still sitting there staring at the one and only Mia. Now either God was sending me a message or He really didn’t like her. Whichever the case was, I was actually one happy-ass dude right now. So instead of getting out to pump gas, I sat there in the car and waited.
Now I didn’t know what I did good, but when I saw the nigga who Keyon was supposed to be getting married to and having kids with walking out of the store, I got excited. He went to the same truck Mia was standing at as they began talking. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face. Pulling my phone out, I snapped a picture of them. This was going to get me my girl and my family back. I waited until they were in the car and pulled off to follow them.
I guess I’m not going to the mall, I thought as I followed them to what I was guessing was the hotel they would be staying at. Since I didn’t want to risk them noticing me, I grabbed my hat and jacket and watched as they walked into the hotel. I hurried and got out as I put the jacket and hat on. They were too busy talking about what I soon realized was Bundy that they never saw me there. I followed them until they got onto the elevator, where they rode it to the third floor. I then hauled ass to the third floor. Before exiting the stairway, I stopped to calm myself down and to catch my breath. Only then did I walk out. I was damn near late, but I caught Mia just in time to see which door she entered. I then cautiously speed walked to the door, memorized the room number, and got my ass out of there before they saw me. I didn’t want to risk the chance of that, because I knew firsthand that she would run and I’d probably never see her ass again.
Pulling my phone out, I called Jamel up. He wasn’t going to believe this shit, not one bit. After everything we’d been going through to try to find her ass, she just up and shows up. I couldn’t help but think that today had turned out to be one of the luckiest days of my life. All I knew was that her life was winding down and all she had were hours left.