God Bless the Trappers 3

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONEOdette pulled into her driveway. She and Marquise hopped out of the car and made their way around her vehicle, headed for the steps. Odette stopped and grabbed her son’s hand when she reached the bottom step, seeing the shadows upon the porch moving. Her eyes grew big and she gasped. Taking off in the direction that she’d come from with her son in tow, she’d gotten about five feet away when she heard a familiar voice call after her. She stopped cold in her tracks and slowly turned around. That’s when the man that had spoken with the familiar voice came walking down the short steps, casually. The closer he got to her, the more of him appeared out of the shadowy area of the steps. It wasn’t long before he was standing over her with a smile that stretched across his face. The New Era Angels fitted cap he was wearing was so big all she could make out of his face was his huge lips and thick nappy beard.

“Donald? What are you doing here?” Odette frowned and looked around as she awaited his response.

A frowning Marquise looked back and forth between his mother and the man she knew as Donald.

“I’m in town, on tour,” Donald told her. “Listen, shorty, this isn’t a social call. I’m here on family matters, yo. I know you said you already checked for ya self, but I gotta know myself if lil’ dude is mine or not.” his eyes darted to Marquise, who was still trying to figure out what the exchange was between him and his mother, “s**t’s been fuckin’ with me tough, I don’t want my seed out here bein’ fathered by anotha man. If lil’ dude is mine, then I’ma step up. You feel me?” he spoke in a hushed tone that only the two of them could hear.

“Momma, who is this man and what is he talkin’ about?” Marquise asked curiously.

“It’s momma’s friend, baby. We’re just talking about a friend of ours.” She lied smoothly, and then addressed Donald. “You shouldn’t have just shown up here like that, Donald. I gotta man now, if he found out you were here he’d have a f*****g fit! You gotta leave now, we’ll discuss this some other time.” She said as she tried to move past him and head into the house. She’d just brushed against his shoulder on her way around him when he grabbed her by her arm. She looked over her shoulder at him, and then at his hand on her arm, and then back again. When he saw that she was hitting him with the get your hands the f**k off me face, he took a step back with his hands held up.

“Please? It’s only gonna take a minute,” Donald claimed as he held up a home paternity test before her eyes. Before now she hadn’t even noticed that he had something in his hand. She figured that by it being so dark out she couldn’t make out the paternity test box in his hand at first.

Odette took a deep breath as she looked away and thought about what Donald was asking of her. When she turned back around to him, she nodded her head and said, “Alright, let’s get this over with, but as soon as it’s done you gots ta go, nigga. I’m not finna jeopardize what me and my man have over some bullshit. Is that clear?” she stated sternly while pointing her finger in his face.

“I got chu, ma, no funny business.” Donald said with a broad smile. “Ain’t chu gone introduce me to your son?” he looked between Marquise and her.

Odette made the introductions and Donald dapped up Marquise. The little dude smiled. He didn’t know what it was about Donald but he kind of liked him.

“Come on, you gotta be quick ‘cause I know he’ll be back soon,” she waved for him to follower her and he fell in step behind her and her son. Donald licked his lips and bit down on his bottom one as he shook his head, thinking of how he had her big chocolate ass tooted up in the air the last time he was f*****g her doggy style.

“Lord, have mercy.” He shook his head as he followed Odette and Marquise up the steps of her house.

****

Donald walked into the kitchen and took a glass down from out of the cupboard. Opening the freezer door, he reached inside and grabbed a fist full of ice cubes, dropping them down inside of the glass. He then stepped over to the faucet and filled his glass with faucet water. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, he took a sip of his water and watched Odette where she was at inside of the living room. As soon as Odette had gotten little man asleep, she took the time to swab his mouth as well as Donald’s for the home paternity test. With the task done, all they had to do now was send it off and wait for the results to come back.

Donald was suppose to have left once he’d gotten what he’d came for, but he decided to kick it for a little while in hopes of getting some p***y. Now, he’d knocked a few chicks off since he’d been on the road, but he still hadn’t met a piece that compared to Odette. She had the best p***y he’d ever had in his life.

Watching Odette from where she was on the telephone, Donald couldn’t help thinking about all of their s****l encounters from back in the day. He had her in every position known to men, tearing her little thick, short ass up. What he really liked about her was, she was willing to bust it wide open for him where ever and whenever he wanted her to. Rarely did she turn him down when he cracked for the ass.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Odette looked over her shoulder and found Donald molesting her with his eyes. She already knew what he was thinking and it wasn’t about to happen. Little momma wasn’t thinking about his ass. The only nigga she had any holler for was her baby Kreon. She loved that nigga’z dirty drawers. He was perfect to her in every way. Since they gotten together she couldn’t even fathom the thought of being intimate with anyone else. In fact, the idea of marrying him and baring his children had come to mind several times. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he was the man for him.

Odette flashed Donald a half hearted smile and thought, I’m gonna have to hurry up and get this mothafucka up from out of here. If Kreon was to pop up now, he’d shoot both of our asses dead. Let me hurry up and get sis up off the jack so I can put a rush on this fool.

Odette had gotten home about 30 minutes ago from the incident down at The Bar Fly between her, Kreon and Carlos. She didn’t waste any time putting Marquise to bed and hopping on the telephone to tell her sister what happened. Now she was pacing the floor, frantically while cradling her telephone to her ear. Every five minutes, she found herself peeking through the blinds to see if Kreon had made it to her house. She was terribly worried that he may have gotten caught up with the police for pistol whipping her son’s father. If he did, she was ready to rustle up the few dollars that she’d saved and pawn all of her jewelry, including her wedding ring to get him out if she had to. He was her man and she would do any and everything thing in her power for him. That’s just how little momma was, ride or die.

“For real?” Shonda asked. She couldn’t believe what her sister had just told her. “Yeah.”

“Gon’, brotha in law, ‘cause, God knows that nigga Carlos needed a good ass whopping.”

“I agree. But now I’m worried that’s something has happened to him.”

“You think the police may have snatched him up?”

“Yes. And there’s no telling how that will go.”

“You don’t think he’s fool enough to shoot it out with the police, do you?” Now Shonda was sounding worried about Kreon’s safety.

“Kreon’s unpredictable, there’s no telling, especially with his condition.”

Condition?”

“His mental illness,” She peered out between the blinds.

“Mental illness? Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that…”

“Love you, gotta go.” She disconnected the call and hurriedly unlocked the door. Forgetting that Donald was still there just that fast, she turned back around to him. “Look, Donald, my man is here now. Do me a favor, just so I can avoid all of the drama, go on and head out the back door, please. I’ve had one hell of a night, and I ain’t tryna get in no more static, especially not with my boo.”

“Alright. I’ma leave the box unda the kitchen sink though. Just send off the test and lemme know what’s up later. Cool?”

“Cool,” she replied holding the door cracked open.

“Aiight then,” he drunk the last of his water, dumped the ice inside of the sink and sat the empty glass down in it. He then made his way towards the back door of the house.

****

Kreon pulled up four cars down from Odette’s house and hopped out of the Nissan. He walked down the sidewalk, looking at the dry blood that covered his hands and the sleeves of his hoodie. As soon as he got into Odette’s house, he was going to wash up and have her stash his pistol. Although his boo claimed her man was a street nigga, he wasn’t taking any chances on him, abiding by the unwritten codes of the streets. For all he knew, the police were combing the streets looking for him at that very moment.

Kreon’s cellular was inside of his pocket and set on silent, so he didn’t know Odette had been blowing him up and trying to find out exactly where he was. He had programmed his cell this way so he wouldn’t hear her calling him on his way to handle her husband. The last thing he needed was his cell ringing, disturbing his thinking. See, he needed to conclude exactly what he was going to do. He had it in mind to get him to sign the divorce papers and slump his ass, or just slump his ass. That’s when he thought about what Odette said back at her house, about not wanting Marquise to grow up without his father.

Kreon knew the struggle growing up without his father, too well. He didn’t meet the man he was told was his father until he was ten years old. He was around until he was fifteen, and those five years were the worse of his life, hands down. It was because of this reason and this reason only, that he allowed that punk ass nigga, Carlos, to keep his life. If it hadn’t been for little Marquise, he would have peeled that nigga’z cap back.

Kreon was so caught up in the examining of his blood stained hands, he was ignorant to the presence of danger. An Envoy truck with it headlights out, was creeping up the street. From the movements of the silhouettes inside, you could tell that they were retrieving their weapons and making sure that they were locked and fully loaded. The back passenger side window descended and a large man appeared in it.

“Slow up, slow up!” Carlos said to Royce, from the front passenger seat of the Envoy truck. He’d just spotted Kreon walking up the block, en route to Odette’s house. The hulk of a man scowled and smiled behind the bandana he was wearing on the lower half of his face and gripped his AK-47 in his hands firmly.

That’s him?” Royce asked, wanting to be sure.

“Yeah, that’s that mothafucka.” he nodded, eyes stuck on his mortal enemy.

“Alright,” He flicked the roach end of a blunt out of the window, sending embers flying. He then pulled his red bandana up over the lower half of his face, sitting his Desert Eagle in his lap. He murdered the headlights of the truck and brought that b***h to a crawl up the block. The SUV blended into the night, making it hard to see to the naked eye.

Carlos let his window down and the night’s cool air rushed inside, ruffling his clothing. He could hear his heart pounding inside of his chest as well as inside of his ears. The moment of truth was near. He had to deliver on his threat to Kreon and show his cousin that he was about that life, just like he was. The closer he drew to Kreon, the more two sounds grew to him. That was his breathing and the beating of his heart as his adrenaline rushed the blood throughout his veins. Slowly, he inched himself out of the window and made to take aim at the nigga he planned on smoking. As soon as he met the surprised look on his face, he was pointing the dangerous end of his AK at him.

“Mothafucka, you and yo’ homies jumped my relative and you thought chu were gonna get away with it?” Royce talked that s**t behind his bandana. His eyes were threatening and his body language displayed hostility. Hearing this chilling voice, Kreon whipped his head around.

“Yeah, nigga, pop that s**t now!” Carlos’ menacing eyes bored into his enemy’s and his finger curled around the trigger.

Kreon’s eyelids snapped open and he gasped.

Odette came running outside to the front porch, hands to her face, she screamed, “Krrrreeeeeooooon!”

Fuck, niggaz, caught me out here slippin’, Kreon thought to himself, seeing the barrel of Carlos’ assault rifle spitting flames.

“Nooooooooooo!” Odette called out as she came running across the yard. She as well as everything else seemed to be moving in slow motion to Kreon, who glanced over his shoulder to see her running at him. At any moment then, he was expecting the piping hot, jacketed bullets to come ripping through his flesh and his blood to be misting the air. But fortunately for him, God sent him his guardian angel. She was the most beautiful angel there ever was and she had the most amazing set of feathered wings.

When she ran it appeared as if she was flying at him full speed ahead. And just like the Lord, she may not have been there when you wanted her, but she was always right on time.

“Oof!” Kreon winced as he was tackled to the lawn out of the line of fire of the AK-47. He landed on his back hard and when he peeled his eyelids open, he found Odette with her arms wrapped around him. Her fearful eyes looked up at him as she wondered if he was okay and if she got him out of the way before he’d felt the onslaught of the gunman’s choppa. There wasn’t any time for her to ask though. Nah, because the tires of the enormous GMC truck squealed loudly in the night, and when the couple looked up the block, that big mothafucka was turning around.

The SUV swerved as its driver struggled to regain control of it. It sped up the street just as Odette had pulled her man back upon his feet. That nigga Carlos stuck his ski-masked head out of the window and out came that big ass choppa right behind him. His pupils looked like twins suns as they burned like balls of fire. He gritted and pointed his weapon just as Odette and Kreon retreated towards the house. They appeared to be growing closer and closer in his eyes the faster the GMC flew up the residential block. By this time, the giant didn’t give a mad as f**k that his baby momma was out there. The way he saw it since that b***h wanted to ride for her ‘new’ man then she could die with his ass too.

Carlos pulled his ski-mask off because he wanted his enemy to see exactly who it was that was about to close the curtains on his life. He then called out to Kreon and he turned around, whilst still running towards the house. Once he saw that he had his attention, he smiled devilishly and pointed his AK right at him. His chubby finger went to pull back on the trigger when gunfire rang out in the night.

Blocka! Blocka! Blocka!

The first shot slammed into the backdoor of the SUV, the second shattered its window while the third struck him in the arm. He howled in pain and nearly dropped his AK-47. Fighting back the pain in his arm, he hoisted the choppa back up and tried to leave the gunman flat-line, but the fire kept on coming and he eventually dropped the choppa out into the street. The assault rifle tumbled a bit and then skidded down the asphalt to a complete stop.

Kreon and Odette looked back and found Donald on the porch with a smoking Glock .40. He kept on down the steps firing at the truck, with flames spitting from his weapon’s barrel.

Fuck is this nigga? Kreon thought as he scrambled to his feet, looking up the block at the truck toting the niggaz that had just got at him. He then drew his pistol from his waistline and told Odette to stay down. Right after, he got down on one knee, gripping his small revolver with both hands and taking aim. He squeezed one eyelid shut and hugging the trigger of his .38.

Bop!

The shot he’d taken burst the back tire of the truck and it swerved out of control. He rose to his feet and Donald came to stand beside him. Together, they let loose on the enormous vehicle, shattering its back window and loading the rear of it with holes. Kreon and Donald watched as the truck fishtailed and slammed into a tree on the curb, mashing the front end of it up. Its rear brake lights glowed in the night as Royce backed it up from the tree, its fender dragging on the street. The enormous vehicle dropped off of the curb on its back tires and drove away making a funny ass noise.

“Yo’ you aiight, son?” Donald gave Kreon the once over.

Kreon was about to say something when Odette interjected, “Oh my God, babe, were you hit?”

Kreon looked to the blood on his sleeves and said, “Nah, this ain’t my blood…it’s someone else’s.”

“Who’s?” she asked with a wrinkled forehead.

“Carlos.” He told her while looking her dead in her eyes.

At that moment, Odette wrapped her arms around him, kissing him all over his face and then checking him for wounds.

“Jesus, I thought you were for sure dead when I saw that stick spitting like that.” She spoke of the assault rifle in slang terminology.

“Nah, I’m straight, slim.” He replied as he looked Donald up and down, wondering who he was. He was about to ask who the f**k he was when Odette interjected once again.

“Do you know who that was shooting at chu?” she inquired.

“Yo’ punk ass baby daddy.” He scowled.

“My baby daddy?” her brows furrowed and she leaned closer.

“Yeah, that was that big ass Mexican, Dominican nigga, or whateva the f**k he’s suppose to be.” he stated with glassy eyes as he looked her in the face.

The audacity of that hoe ass nigga tryna get at me, I got somethin’ for that ass though. Best believe that b***h-boy.

“Damn, he came back like that?” Odette looked away then turned back around to him. “If Carlos got at chu like that then that was his cousin Royce riding with him. He’s the only nigga that he trusts to bust a move like that with him.”

“Oh yeah? He a killa?” Kreon asked.

“From what I hear, bae, yes. He bang too, he’s from Piru.”

“I Griff you, but don’t none of that mean nothin’. A hot one will put an end to all of that gangsta shit.”

“Aye,” she said as she held up her hands in surrender. “I’m not holding the nigga’s d**k, I’m just telling you his get down is all. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

Kreon looked up at Donald, but spoke to Odette, “O, who is…”

“Y’all come on, we needa stash these burners and I needa get chu outta these clothes, bae.” Once again Odette interjected, not knowing she was interrupting what Kreon was trying to ask.

“Aahhhhhhhhh!” All of their heads snapped in the direction of the house hearing Marquise crying out. Odette and Donald took off running inside of the house, leaving Kreon behind.

Standing where he was, Kreon found himself steaming mad and confused. He wasn’t for sure, but he believed that homeboy that came outside busting his gun for him was that nigga Donald that Odette had f****d behind her baby’s daddy’s back. If so, she was a scandalous ass b***h that couldn’t be trusted as far as he was concerned.