Chapter 23

After I reached the hospital, I had to be rushed into emergency surgery. I found out I had gotten hit in the back also, but nothing was life threatening - well, at least I didn’t think so. While the X-rays were being conducted, the nurse informed me that a bullet was lodged in the muscle tissue right next to my vertebral column - the bony column in the back of the vertebrae, basically the backbone. I found out that if I would have kept moving, I would have paralyzed myself bullshittin’.

I came out of surgery feeling way worse than I did going in. My throat was sore as hell and my whole body was sore, especially my back. The nurse and doctors told me that I’d have to stay for at least a week and a half to make sure I didn’t have any complications from the surgery.

Damn, I really got caught bullshittin’ tonight. Why Kisha wanted to knock me out the box like that? Over a club? It just didn’t add up, because she could have smoked my ass anytime. Why now, after all these years? Other questions raced through my mind concerning who and why somebody wanted to kill me.

I had the nurse call up Markita and let her know the latest developments. Before 9 a.m. rolled around the corner I saw Markita rushing into my hospital room. I felt drowsy off the Tylenol-3 medications so I really couldn’t talk to Markita as she shot a thousand and one questions at me.

“Baby, I’m here. Me and Lil Ray-Nathan are right here and we’re not going anywhere,” I heard her say.

I drifted off to la-la land, thinking, Damn somebody out there really trying to kill me and I’m a sitting duck until I found out the 411 and deal with it accordingly.

 

Zetta woke up and took a long, hot bubble bath. After getting out of the tub and drying off, Zetta called up the guy Sean Bullock that she had met the day before to set up a date for later on that night. He answered on the third ring.    

“Yeah, who dis?”

“It’s the only angel you have never touched on earth,” she quipped, making him remember her instantly. He couldn’t forget that big, juicy ass she had even if he wanted to.

“Oh yeah, what’s up, Shorty?”

“You forgot what we talked about yesterday?” Zetta asked.

“Oh yeah, so what time you want me to pick you up?” he asked.

“Where we going first of all, ‘cause I’m telling you now, I’m not going to no hotel with you or none of that shit, so don’t even expect nothing from me so soon.”

 “Damn, Shorty, what’s wrong with letting a nigga hit? I mean, you already know you phat as shit, so why don’t you let a nigga sample dat box?”

“’Cause I don’t know you like that.” Zetta sucked her teeth. “You have to at least get to know me first.”

“So how long do we have to play this game before you let a nigga tap dat ass?”

“Depends on how I feel about you after tonight.”

“Yeah, whatever. Look, I ain’t got no time for no little kiddy games. When you ready to let me fuck, give me a call.”

“So you just want to fuck me and have nothing else to do with me, right?”

Basically, he thought before answering. “I ain’t say all that, Shorty, you did. I mean, it depends on how I feel after I sample the goods, you feel me? If you got that come back…I’ma come back.” He laughed, causing her to giggle.

“You crazy, boy! So are we still hanging out tonight or what?”

“It’s on you. I’m not taking your sexy ass out with me and spend up all my bread on you and end up with blue balls at the end of the night. I gots ta get my dick wet some kind of way with the head or something.”

“Let me give it some thought, and by the time you do pick me up, I’ll have an answer for you. Just make sure your money right too, boo-boo.”

Geekin’-ass bitch, just like the rest of these nothing-ass hoes out here. Tryna work a nigga for all they can get before setting out the pussy. Won’t get me, he thought and said, “Naw, that ain’t working, Shorty. I need an answer now, or I ain’t coming to scoop you. And for the record, my money always stay right.”

“Well, then I guess you’ll never know what an angel’s lips will feel like wrapped around your dick. Ta-ta,” Zetta said and hung up.

Before she could put her bra and panties on, her cell phone began ringing non-stop. She looked at the cell phone and noticed Sean’s number. She sent him straight to voicemail and decided to make him suffer a while before answering his call. That way she’d have him right where she wanted him:  geekin’ to do anything she asked of him.