Bury Me a G 2

Chapter One-1

Chapter One“Say, you two brothas wouldn’t happen to be Tiaz and Threat, now would ya?” the old man asked as he took pulls from the cigarette wedged between his fingers. The older gent was about sixty something rocking a porkpie hat and shades. He’d been posted up outside of the club that night singing songs and playing his guitar trying to make a living.

“Who wants to know?” Threat and Tiaz turned around with scowls plastered on their faces.

“That’s confirmation enough.” The old man said to no one in particular. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and mashed it out under the heel of his dress shoe. He sat up in his chair, gripping the guitar and clearing his throat. He swallowed then began to sing a song about the Grim Reaper coming to claim the souls of two men who were ignorant of his presence. Tiaz, Threat, Bianca and Chevy, their dates that night, watched the old man as he performed the ballad. The old man finished the last few bars of the song:

He wears a hood over his head

a scythe with a blade ‘bout as long as your leg

it’s too late to scream ‘cause you’re already dead

what’s understood doesn’t have to be said

here he comes

here he cuuuuuhhmes

here he comes

here he cuuuuuhhmes

death awaits…

The old man brushed his thumb and index finger across the strings of his guitar one last time, finishing the song. He then removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

The song unnerved everyone, the hairs on the back of their necks and arms stood up. Chills whisked back and forth through the air as if winter was coming, but if the thugs and their ladies thought that, then they were sadly mistaken. It wasn’t winter that was coming, it was Death. Their hearts quickened and their bodies shivered like icicles were sliding down their backs. They were a bit shaken up.

“Who told you our names?” Threat’s neck snapped in all directions, looking for a possible suspect. He wanted to know who it was that was after them right then. The sooner he knew, the faster they could put an end to the nigga.

“A smooth talking dude in a snazzy, purple suit described how you two brothas looked and gave me your names.” The old man went on to tell them, with a triumphant expression written across his face, “He paid me a $100 dollars, uh huh.” He took the time to pull a cigarette from the wrinkled pack in his breast pocket, putting it between his lips. “Told me to sing that song to you. It’s an original, do you like it?”

Threat and Tiaz exchanged glances, realizing who the old man was talking about.

“What was his name? Did he tell you who he was?” Tiaz rattled off questions anxiously, ready to f**k the old man up if he didn’t give him some answers. He clenched his fists tightly.

The old man lit up the cigarette, took a couple of puffs then blew out a roar of smoke. Shaking his head no, he replied, “Afraid not, gentlemen. The fella dropped a yard on me, described you two to the T and told me to sing that song to you when you came outta this here establishment.” He motioned towards the club with the hand he held the cigarette in.

“Majestic,” Bianca said, remembering the name. Threat and Tiaz turned around to her. “While we were dancing, he told me his name was Majestic.”

The sound of a horn being honked startled everyone and caused them to turn towards the street. A limousine was there. Its windows were tinted too dark for anyone on the outs to peer inside. The back passenger side window slowly rolled down and exposed the face of the man hidden inside. It was Majestic, and he was smiling sinisterly. Instantly, his face morphed into a frown and he squared his jaws, moving to point something out of the window. Tiaz and Threat’s eyes bugged and their mouths dropped open. They were frozen with terror and all they could do was wait for the shot that would end one of their lives. Tiaz and Threat had been faced with death more times than the number of years they’d been alive. It was safe to say that they didn’t fear anything on God’s green earth, not even him for that matter. But the terror that they felt at the time was unsuspecting. s**t, it even came as a shock to them.

Majestic’s hand came up and out of the window, tossing out a bouquet of roses. The flowers bounced off of the sidewalk and skidded a little. Tiaz and Threat, who were standing in front of their women, to use themselves as human shields, looked down at the roses. They were reddish black and brittle. They were dead. This was a message. Their heads snapped up just in time to see the limousine driving off. Their faces twisted with anger and they clenched their fists. They were used to being the ones striking fear in niggaz’ hearts, and now that they were on the receiving end they didn’t like it, not one bit. They’d just experienced something that they’d never felt before, and that was vulnerability. No one had ever pulled their hoe cards, but it happened tonight.

Tiaz and Threat’s eyes followed the backlights of the limousine as it drove away. They wished they hadn’t left their head bussas in the car so they could have dumped on it.

“Punk ass mothafucka.” Threat fumed and spat on the curb.

“Come on, let’s go.” A scowling Tiaz nudged him.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Chevy questioned with worry written across her face.

“Now isn’t the time for talking, we gotta get the f**k outta here.” He spat sharply, grabbing his lady’s hand and fleeing toward the valet parking lot, not wanting to wait around for valet to bring them the vehicle, in the event that Majestic came back. Threat was right behind them pulling Bianca on, his head on a swivel in case Majestic’s ass came back around looking to claim their lives.

Tiaz and Threat were faced with a new opponent and they’d have to eliminate him before they both ended up in coffins.

***

“Tiaz, have you and Threat gotten yourselves into something in the streets that you haven’t told me about?” Chevy asked as she began to remove her earrings.

“Nah, ain’t nothing like that. Niggaz see my man, Threat, getting money and they hating. They see me standing next to him, so they throw shade my way, too,” he replied, taking his blazer off. She had been quiet on their way back home from the club, but he had a feeling that she was going to start in on him once they’d gotten back home. That’s why he concocted a decent story for when she came questioning him.

“Babe, something is going on and I need to know what it is.” She unbuckled her sandals. She wasn’t buying the bullshit story he was trying to sell her. “If me and Te’Qui are in some sort of danger, I need to make arrangements for us to stay somewhere else until I find another place to live. Is this some old street beef that’s come back to haunt chu?” She began to remove her dress, one shoulder at a time. The house was strangely quiet, being that it was only the two of them and Te’Qui was at Baby Wicked’s house.

Tiaz hung his blazer up inside of the closet and pulled off his Obey T-shirt. He blew hard as he kicked off his Chuck Taylor’s, it had been a long night and he didn’t really feel like talking, but he figured she deserved an explanation.

“We took Majestic for a few bricks before I went inside, that’s why he’s after us.” He lied. He was afraid of telling her the truth for fear that she may stop f*****g with him. The two of them had met through a website called Penpals.com and hit it off almost instantly. He was told that if he wanted to be with her then he had to promise to turn his back on the streets when he came home. He agreed thinking that he could keep his dealings hidden from her, but it was starting to look like his little secret could possibly get exposed.

Tiaz and Threat didn’t make a move on Majestic until he was out of prison and even then they only came up on a few bands. There weren’t any drugs of any type around when they’d broke bad. There was a hundred thousand in a duffle bag which they almost seized, until the cats that were guarding the stash house came out with them choppas busting on their asses. Still, he and Threat managed to escape with their lives and twenty racks. Although they still had a problem, one of the biggest coke dealers in Southern California was on them like stink on s**t now. And he wouldn’t stop until they both were lying with tombstones at their heads.

“Tee, Majestic ain’t no joke, I’ve heard stories about him,” she said, slipping into a tight fitting T-shirt and boy shorts.

“Well, your man ain’t no joke either, especially when one of these are in my hand.” His voice dripped with arrogance as he held up the banger that he’d just pulled from his waistline. He then stashed it under the mattress. He took off his jeans and pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing his nakedness. “Look. Don’t worry, you won’t have to move. Me and my nigga, Cam, are going to take care of Majestic.” He kissed her on the forehead.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said with saddened eyes.

“I live by an unwritten code of ethics, Love, so running to The Boys is not an option for me. Don’t expect me to compromise. Now, I’ma catch this old nigga slipping and show’em how a real goon gets down. All I need for you to do is hold it down how you’ve been doing, alright?” She reluctantly nodded. He held her chin up to him and kissed her on the lips then grabbed the items he’d need for his shower and ducked off into the bathroom.

Baby, I hope you keep to your word, ‘cause God knows if I were to lose you my entire world would crumble. I’ve finally found a man that loves and appreciates me, and to have that taken away from me I’d…shut up, b***h! Stop thinking like that! Everything is going to be alright. Tiaz will take care of it. Like he said back in prison ‘trust and believe in him.’ That’s exactly what I’ma do, too.

Chevy sat on the bed looking over her French manicured fingernails. Hearing a cell phone vibrating, she looked to the closet. Her curiosity brought her to the closet where she listened closely for the vibrating phone, locating it inside of Tiaz’s blazer. She fished around inside of the blazer’s pockets until she felt his cell phone. When she looked at the screen, she saw one missed call from Threat. While this was happening she could hear her boo singing in the bathroom. Curiosity got the best of her and she scrolled until she found the text messages. She looked through a series of text messages from Kantrell. Each one that she read made her feel like someone was kicking her in the heart, harder and harder. Her stomach twisted into knots, her chest tightened and she felt a stinging in her eyes. The flood gates opened and tears cascaded down her face.

“Why God? Why is this happening to me, yet again?” Her voice cracked under her emotions as she glanced up at the ceiling, questioning her Lord and Savior, feeling like she’d been through enough with her fiancé and finally deserved her piece of happiness.

Tiaz lied to her, shitted on her, having no regards to how she felt.

“I’ma give you a love that’s only been heard about in fairy tales. Trust and believe in me…I’ma give you the love you need, the love you want, the love you deserve. All I ask in return is for one thing.”

“What?”

“That thing beating behind your left breastplate…that’s right, your heart. That’s all I want. That’s all I need from you. You give me that and I promise with my right hand before God, I’ll make you the happiest woman on the face of this earth.”

“You mean it?”

“You’re damn right I do.”

“You’re just like the rest of them.” She sobbed. “No f*****g different. Asshole,” she said in a hushed tone.

Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, she scrolled over to the picture messages, but they just kept on coming. Chevy looked at several provocative pictures of her best friend. She went through about eight of them before rage began to build inside of her. Her face twisted into anger and her chest heaved as she breathed hard. With her bloodshot eyes and tear soaked face, she looked like a woman that had gone mad. Hearing the squeak of the shower water’s dial as it was being turned off, she grabbed one of his thick leather belts from off the rack on the back of the bedroom door. She kicked open the bathroom door. Boom. She barged inside to find him wrapping a towel around his waist. She shoved his cell phone into his face, with Kantrell’s provocative picture on display. He felt his stomach drop, his mouth opened to say something, but being caught red handed left his vocal cords paralyzed.