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Te’Qui sat up in a tub of murky, hot, sudsy water taking the occasional pull of a bleezy. While he indulged in the gas, Kesha went about the task of washing him up. Once she was finished, she’d go on to dry him off, dress him and feed him. Kesha treated her man like a fucking king, and he in turn treated her like a queen.
“I can tell you thinking about something. What’s on yo’ mind, baby?” Kesha inquired.
“About this next money move I’ma make.” Te’Qui answered.
“Oh, yeah? What’s next up for us?”
“Us?” he looked to her with one eyebrow rose.
“Yeah. Us. As in you and me.” she cracked a slight grin.
“Nah, whatever I do from here on out, I’ll be doin’it solo. I’m not bringin’ you along for the ride again, puttin’ you and my seed at risk.” he rubbed on her stomach again. “Hell, I was a fool for lettin’ yo’ lil’ ass talk me into lettin’ you come along on this last lick. I coulda lost you that night if it wasn’t for that nigga T.J.” he kissed her on her stomach.
“Yeah, I guess you right. I was kinda of scared for you. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it in time to bust blood melon, but luckily T.J. showed up.” she said, looking down at him, rubbing her stomach. “He came outta nowhere like The Angel of Death, flying from out of the shadows with two guns up,” she made her hands into the shape of guns and pretended to shoot them. “He really saved the day, ‘cause that coulda been both, well, all three of our asses.”
“I know. That’s why I’m thinkin’ about bringin’ ‘em in on the next lick I get to pay ‘em back.”
“Bae, for real?” she asked, stroking the side of his face.
He nodded and said, “Yeah. Homie said his pockets hurtin’ and he needa get back on his feet, so I told ‘em I’d put ‘em down If I caught wind of somethin’. What chu think, momma?” he looked into her eyes as he continued to rub her stomach.
“I think it’s a good idea. You need someone out there watching yo’ back. I know you not tryna have me out there witchu, so why not T.J.? He seems like he’s an okay dude.”
“Yeah, you do gotta point.” Te’Qui kissed her lips and then her forehead. He then killed the lamp light and lay back in bed, shutting his eyelids. Kesha laid her head against his chest and her arm over his torso. She shut her eyelids and they both drifted off to sleep.
The sounds of gunfire awoke Te’Qui from his sleep.He threw the covers from off him and tip tied to his bedroom door. Gently, he twisted the doorknob and pulled open the door. He stuck his eye in the opening he’d provided and watched as his father, Faison, was blown off his feet by a woman in disguise. Seeing his old man slumped and bleeding, brought tears to his eyes and his bottom limp quivered. He could feel his heart breaking into one million pieces. Te’Qui observed the woman that had chopped his old man down, check the pulse in his neck as he stared off at nothing with the dead face. Afterwards, she swung around and pointed her shotgun at him, finger settled on the trigger. Te’Qui was fully prepared for her to blow him away, but she suddenly lowered her shotgun and fled the hallway.
Once she was gone, Te’Qui crept out of his bedroom into the hallway. He snuck over to his dead father, coming across the opened bathroom door. When he looked inside, he discovered his mother, Chevy, lying slumped dead inside of the tub with the shower water still pelting against her. Her eyes were wide and vacant, while her mouth hung open. There were two big ass holes in her body and they were pouring blood that mixed with the hot shower water, swirling down the drain.
“Momma, oh momma,” Te’Qui cried out to his mother, tears streaming down his cheeks. He rushed inside of the bathroom and twisted the dials, shutting off the water. He then snatched a towel off the rack and draped it over her, kissing her on the forehead. Next, he stood upright and crossed himself in the sign of the Holy crucifix, running back out into the hallway. He didn’t waste any time grabbing the revolver from Faison’s chubby dead hand and checking its chamber. Seeing that he had enough bullets to avenge his parents, he shut the chamber and ran out of the hallway. He made his way inside of the kitchen and peered out through the window over the kitchen sink, seeing the woman that had popped his parents running along the side of the house. Quickly, he snatched his face from out of the window and ran out of the back door.
He made his way on the side of the house just in time to see the woman crossing the front lawn. Right then, he ran as fast as he ever had after her. Once he’d gotten so close, he snuck toward her, holding his .357 Magnum revolver at his side with both hands. He watched her make her way across the street toward what he assumed was her vehicle. Te’Qui looked up and down the street for any oncoming cars, before hurrying across it himself, bare feet smacking down against the cold asphalt.
Te’Qui saw the woman at the driver’s door of her car trying to open it. Seeing his chance to exact revenge, he snuck up behind her and pointed his gun at her back with both hands. His eyebrows arched and his nose scrunched up. He licked his lips and bit down on his bottom one. Then, he pulled the trigger of his weapon, chamber twisting as it unleashed fire.
Blam!
“Aahhhhh!” Te’Qui rose up in bed hollering aloud, eyes wide, mouth open, face and upper body covered in beads of sweat. He looked to Kesha and she was still asleep. He threw the sheets from off him and got out of bed, walking into the bathroom. He turned on the dials of the faucet and water poured out. He cupped his hands below the flowing liquid until his palms filled and splashed it upon his face, twice. Afterwards, he took a good look at himself in the medicine cabinet’s mirror. He then dabbed his face dry with a towel hanging on the rack. Just then, he heard his cellular vibrating on the dresser. When he glanced into his bedroom he could see its screen lighting up. His brows furrowed wondering who it could be hitting him up at that hour.
Te’Qui flipped off the bathroom light as he crossed the threshold into his bedroom. He picked his cell phone up from the dresser and looked at the display. It read, Poochie. It answered it.
“What’s brackin’?” Te’Qui asked.
“You ready to eat, my nigga?” Poochie said.
“Shiiiiid, I’m always ready to eat. What’s up with it?”
“Quervo. I’m not finna say to much on this jack. We can link up somewhere and chop it up.”
“Alright. Cool. Where at though?”
“That Valero gas station on the corner of El Segundo and Crenshaw.”
“What time?”
“How does ten o’clock in the morning sound?”
“I can fade that. I’ll holla at chu then.”
“Fa sho’.”
Te’Qui disconnected the call and sat his cellular back on the dresser. He then lay back in bed, put his arm around Kesha and kissed the back of her head before shutting his eyelids. He took a breath and before he knew it he had fallen back to sleep.