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When Te’Qui pulled up in front of T.J.’s house they dapped one another up and pledged to link up again for another lick. T.J. hopped out of the car and slung the strap of the duffle bag over his shoulder. He looked around at his surroundings as he made his way inside of his yard. As he fished around in his pocket for his keys, he could still feel Te’Qui’s presence. Seeing that he was still idling at the curb, he figured he was making sure he was getting in the house safely before he pulled off.
Once T.J. made his way inside of the house, he poked his head outside of the door and waved goodbye to Te’Qui. Te’Qui honked the horn and drove off. As soon as his ass was gone, T.J. retrieved his .357 Magnum revolver with the tape around its handle from underneath his mattress and threw on another hoodie. He then went inside of his kitchen where he fixed the barrel of his gun with an Idaho potato. Afterwards, he crept out of his house and hopped inside of his car, pulling out of the driveway. Once he reached his destination, he hopped out of his whip and made his way inside of the yard. He rung the doorbell and looked over his shoulder to see if there were any eyes on him, but as far as he could see there wasn’t. Just then, he heard a voice from the other side of the door.
“Who is it?” the masculine voice sounded muffle from the other side of the door.
“It’s me. T.J.” he told him. “Man, niggaz caughta flat and ain’t no donut in the trunk. I’m tryna see if you’ll let us hold your donut ‘til tomorrow, since we pushing the same model.”
“Hold up.”
T.J. listened as Poochie left the door. A couple of minutes later he returned to the door and opened it, slipping his arm into the last sleeve of the shirt he was putting on. At this time, T.J. could only make out his silhouette but he knew without a shadow of a doubt it was him. Homie opened the black iron door and stepped out onto the porch, looking up and down the street for the car T.J. and Te’Qui drove over there in. His forehead creased when he didn’t see the vehicle and he looked at T.J.
“Where the car break down at?” Poochie inquired curiously.
T.J. mad dogged him and pointed the .357 Magnum with the potato on its barrel at his face. Poochie’s eyelids stretched wide open and he gasped. Before he could say a mothafucking word, his brain fragments flew from the back of his skull and he fell awkwardly inside of the house. The nickel size black hole in his forehead wafted with smoke as a slither of blood ran from out of it. T.J. scanned his surroundings again to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching him. Confirming that he wasn’t being watched, T.J. lowered his smoking gun at his side and stepped over Poochie inside of the house. Tucking his revolver in his belt, he grabbed Poochie’s lifeless limbs and pulled him completely inside of the house. He shut and locked the door. Next, he raided his bedroom where he found a black garbage bag stashed underneath the bed. When he opened it he found Poochie’s cut of the money inside from the lick him and Te’Qui hit earlier that night.
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby.” T.J. smiled happily and tied the black garbage bag up. He then made his way out of the bedroom. As soon as he crossed the threshold out in the hallway, a light at the corner of his eye caught his attention. When he looked he saw that the light was shining out from the bathroom. Pulling out his revolver again, he crept his way down the corridor. Once he reached the bathroom’s doorway, he poked his head inside, and what he saw in inside of the tub would be etched in his mind forever. Jane’s limbless body was sitting up inside of the tub, bloody. Her severed head sat on the ledge of the tub next to a stained meat cleaver and one of her legs.
On the floor, by the tub, on top of a blood stained carpet were a few things wrapped in black garbage bags, which T.J. assumed was the other parts of her body. Sitting on the porcelain bathroom sink were two long spray cans: one white and the other aluminum. T.J. came to the conclusion that Poochie was draining the blood from Jane’s cadaver and hacking her up to bury her. Afterwards, he was going to use whatever chemicals in the spray cans to get rid of the DNA inside of the bathroom.
T.J. pulled his head out of the bathroom and strolled down the hallway, tossing his revolver inside of his garbage bag. He opened the front door and fled out into the night, disappearing from the grotesque scene he’d created.
***
Te’Qui pulled into the grounds of an apartment complex that was still under construction. He took a glance out of the driver’s window and headlights flashed twice. When this signal was given, he knew that it was his ride waiting on him. Quickly, he got undressed and sat his pile of clothes on the front passenger seat. He grabbed his extra pair of clothes from out of the backpack he’d brought along and slipped them on. Next, he snatched his duffle bag from off the backseat and hopped out of the car. After sitting the duffle bag at his feet, he pulled out some lighter fluid and a match book. Once he soaked the interior of the car with the flammable liquid, he struck a match and tossed that shit in through the driver’s window. Frooosh! The golden orange flames ignited inside of the vehicle and spread throughout it.
Te’Qui observed the fire for a second before picking up his duffle bag and making his way towards the car that was waiting for him. He casually strolled towards the vehicle like he didn’t have a care in the world. Just then, the car he’d set on fire exploded in the background and he didn’t even flinch. He snatched open the passenger door of the car waiting for him and jumped into the front seat, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Everything went okay, bae?” Kesha asked as she glanced back and forth between Te’Qui and the windshield.
“Yeah. We made off good, too.” Te’Qui reported.
“That’s what’s up. What about cha boy, T.J.?”
“Oh, he did his thang. He set the tone as soon as we went up in that mothafucka. I can most definitely see myself gettin’ down with ‘em again on some shit.”
Kesha nodded and kissed Te’Qui. Afterwards, he sat his duffle bag down between his legs on the floor and let his seat back. He laid back and shut his eyelids, folding his arms across his chest. He drifted off to sleep. Kesha looked at him grinning, enjoying the peaceful look on his face as he slumbered. She reached over and played with the cornrows dangling down his neck. When she pulled to a stop light, she leaned over again and kissed him on the temple.
“I love you.” She said with a grin.
“I love you, too.” He replied in his sleep and smacked his lips. He then adjusted himself in the seat and drifted back to sleep.
***
The day was warm and beautiful so Te’Qui had decided to take Kesha shopping for a few things for the baby. They hit every store in the mall, buying everything you could dream of that a baby would need. Te’Qui found himself ten stacks down, but that wasn’t shit. He could still afford to spend more on his unborn seed, and Kesha had every intention on making him do it. If it was one thing the girl loved, probably as much as her nigga, it was shopping. The girl could spend hours in the store, which made Te’Qui hesitant to hit a couple of stores with her. But when he thought about it, it had been all work and no play since he’d been on his grind, jacking niggaz for everything they had. It was about time he got out with his lady and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.
After tearing up the mall, Kesha decided she wanted to get the baby some undergarments and grab a few things for their house from Walmart. So that’s where they found themselves, piling shit up inside of the shopping cart.
“Babe, you got like half the fuckin’ baby section in this basket,” Te’Qui said as he picked up a baby bottle, examined it and drop it down inside of the shopping cart along with the other stuff that was piled up in there.
“Aye, you never know what our lil’ one gon’ need,” Kesha said as she held up two baby outfits which were on a hangers, looking at them carefully. She then placed it to her torso and turned around to Te’Qui, showing him the outfit. One of the outfits was blue and the other was pink. Since they didn’t know what the sex of their child was they decided to purchase clothing for both sexes. “What chu think, bae?”
Te’Qui looked the outfits over and said, “They cool.”
“Cool?” her forehead wrinkled. “Nigga, please, either of these lil’ fit will look cute as fuck on our baby. I’m getting them both.” she sat the outfits down inside of the shopping cart and continued to look at the baby clothes on the rack.
“I’m finna getta strawberry milk shake from that Mickey D’s in here. You want somethin’?”
“Yeah, get me a McChicken sandwich; no lettuce.”
“Alright,” Te’Qui moved to walk away but what she said next halted him.
“Now, I know yo’ ol’ trifling-ass ain’t walking away without giving me a kiss. I just know you not, you must won’t cho mothafucking wig split up in here, fool.” she turned around to him with her hand on her hip and her lips twisted, looking appalled by his actions. “Bring your black ass here.” she called him over to her, curling and uncurling her finger.
Te’Qui chuckled and smiled before walking his way over to his boo. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him down towards her, kissing him. She kissed him on the lips once more before releasing him. As he turned to walk away, she smacked him on his ass causing him to stop and turn around to her. A slight frown was on his face.
“Aye, you better gon’ somewhere with that gay shit.” he spat with annoyance in his tone.
“Hey, when you see a fat ass, you gotta smack it.” she smiled and openly admired her man’s butt.
“Alright now, gon’ fuck around and make me clap that ass in here,” he playfully threatened her as he patted the impression of the gun on his hip.
Kesha laughed and said, “Whatever, boy! You ain’t gon’ do nothing. You love me and this baby way too much.” she held her stomach as she referred to the life growing inside of her.
“Is that what chu think?” Te’Qui questioned as he walked away.
“That’s what I know,” she called out to him as he widened the distance between them. She then turned back around to the clothes on the rack smiling as she went through them.
Te’Qui walked across the floor, leaving the baby section and coming across racks and racks of clothing in the boy’s section. Seeing someone at the corner of his eye, he turned around to see a stunning vision. Te’Qui clocked a sexy-ass chick ten feet away from him. She looked hood as fuck, but she was very enticing to the eye. She was a dark caramel complexioned honey that was thick in all of the right places, with a big old ass. She was wearing a royal blue halter top and jeans so tight they looked like they were painted on her. The jeans had tears going down the legs of them, giving anyone that looked at her a peek at her succulent thighs.
The woman was focused on a little boy who was standing in front of her, holding up different shirts to him trying to see which one looked the best on him.
“How you like this one, Cordary?” the woman asked the little boy who Te’Qui assumed was her son. This was because she had the same name she’d called him inked on her right breast.
“I want the Spider Man one, mommy.” the boy anxiously pointed at the shirt with the Spider Man character on it.
“You sho’?” she lifted an eyebrow, trying to be sure of her son’s choice. He had a habit of saying he wanted something and then he’d change his mind once they got home.
“Yes, I’m sure.” he said excitedly as he took the shirt by the hanger as she gave it to him. “Can I get the sneakers that go with it,too?”
“Yep.” the woman responded, and continued to look at the other shirts hanging on the rack.
Te’Qui’s forehead furrowed when he saw an older man, who had his back to the woman while on his cellular, turn around to her. He disconnected the call he was on and stuck the cell phone in his jacket pocket as he wrapped his arms around the woman’s shoulders, kissing her on the neck. The man had a bandana wrapped around his wrist and around his neck. This was Drama, Big Will’s uncle’s style when it came to fashion. As a matter of fact, when Te’Qui took a closer look, he realized that it was that old ass gangsta nigga.
Small world! Very, very small world, Te’Qui thought to himself as he kept on about his business. On his way back to Kesha, he clocked Drama, the woman and her son with their backs to him as they walked down the main aisle. Approaching Kesha, Te’Qui passed her the McDonald’s bag and sipped his shake, keeping his eyes on Drama and them.
“What chu looking at, babe?” Kesha asked as she unwrapped her McChicken sandwich and took a bite.
“Nothin’. Nothin’ at all,” Te’Qui replied, keeping his eyes on Drama and them. The gangsta, his bitch and his kid looked like one big happy family to him.
***
After Te’Qui had come back from shopping with Kesha that day, he dipped over to T.J.’s crib and honked the horn for him to come outside. As he waited for him to come out, he busied himself with the task of rolling up a fat ass blunt. By the time T.J. was pulling the passenger door closed, Te’Qui was blazing up the bleezy and blowing out a cloud of smoke. Once T.J. had gotten into the car he dapped up Te’Qui and they shared the gas he had on deck.
“Yo’,” Te’Qui started off. “You ain’t gon’ believe this shit.”
T.J.’s brows dipped with wonder. “What’s up?”
“Blood, I think I ran into yo’ B.M and that nigga you told me about that ran off witcho shit.”
He sat up as if he was interested in what he had to say. “Dawg, you fucking with me?”
“Look, I’m pretty sho’, I ran into the bitch while I was out clothes shoppin’ with my girl for the baby.”
“How she look though?” T.J. sat up in his seat.
“The broad I saw was crazy thick. I’m talkin’ ‘bout big ass titties, great big ol’ ass,” Te’Qui described with his hands. “She hadda mole above her upper lip and she rocked cornrows down her back. She also hadda tattoo on her right tittie. It read somethin’ like,” his brows furrowed and he snapped his fingers trying to recall the ink on the woman’s breast. He started throwing out names in hopes that one of them may get him to remember. “Codoroy or some shit.”
“Cordary?” T.J. looked him in the eye hoping he’d say that was the name on the broad’s breast he’d seen. The description he’d given him of the woman was definitely one that fit his baby momma, but he had to be sure.
Te’Qui snapped his fingers and pointed to him, excitedly. “Yeah, that’s it. Cordary. That’s the name that was on her breast.”
“That’s my son’s name, Blood. Fonky-ass bitch!” T.J. slammed his fist down on the dashboard and threw his back against the passenger seat. He ran his hand down his face and expelled his hot breath. He then looked at Te’Qui and said, “Bro, finish telling me the story.”
Te’Qui ran down everything that had happened back at the mall between T.J.’s baby momma, Boo, and Drama. The more of the story that Te’Qui told him, the more pissed off T.J. appeared to get. The nigga had bit down on his bottom lip so hard that blood trickled down at the corner of his mouth. When Te’Qui mentioned the blood to him, he licked it away and continued to listen to him.
“Scandalous ass, trifling ass, no good, hoodrat, gold digging bitch!” T.J. slammed his fist into his palm, angrily. His eyebrows were arched and he was clenching his jaws. “I’m smashing that bitch and that bitch-ass nigga you said you seen her with. On Bloods!”
“I know you are and I’ma help yo’ mothafuckin’ ass, too.”
“For real?” he looked to him like Are you serious?
“Hell yeah,” Te’Qui replied, as he passed the blunt back to him.
“’Preciate it, homie, but chu ain’t gotta do that.”
Te’Qui took a few more puffs of the bleezy and polluted the vehicle’s interior with smoke. With his lungs holding the smoke hostage, he said, “I know. But I fucks witchu, hardbody.” He tapped his fist against his chest. He then blew out smoke making the interior of the car look like someone had been pimp smacked with a handful of powder. “Now, hit this bleezy a couple of mo’ times, you needa calm yo’ ass down. You too fired up.” he passed the blunt to T.J. and he took it without complaint, indulging in it.
“This shit pretty good.”
“I only smoke the finest, bro. That gas.”
T.J. passed the bleezy back to Te’Qui and he took a few more puffs of it before he started chopping it up with him again. “Right now, we gon’ focus on getting this money. But afterwards we getting at Boo and that faggot-ass nigga that snatched my shit.”
“Fa sho’.” Te’Qui nodded and dapped him up.