Bury Me a G 2

Chapter One-2

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” she asked.

He looked from Kantrell’s picture on the cell phone to her tear streaked face.

A light bulb came on inside of his head and what he believed was a reasonable explanation formed in his mind. “Baby, let me explain…” he held up his hands.

“Explain my ass!” she roared, whacking him across the face with the belt. The leather felt like Icy-Hot ointment on his skin, it burned. Tiaz bellowed in pain, he went to grab the side of his face, but the thought was derailed when she struck him with the belt again. He hollered out and went to grab her, but she stepped aside and kept with her assault on his hide. The thug spilled out into the hallway, he held up his hands and legs trying to block the rain of the belt. His buff ass was still wet, so the stings of it felt like a whip engulfed in flames. Red bruises and welts began to form on his arms, legs and body. His face grimaced as she assaulted him with vigorous anger, talking s**t as she beat him like he was an unruly slave on her plantation. He lost his towel in the tussle and ended up butt naked. He managed to grab a hold of the belt and tripped her up. She fell on her back and he straddled her, holding her hands down by both of her wrists.

“Calm the f**k down, man! I’m tryna tell yo’ crazy ass what happened!” Tiaz barked, raining spittle in her face.

“You don’t have to tell me s**t! You aren’t any different from Faison!” Chevy hollered back in his face. “Let me go!”

“No! I’m not letting you go until you calm down and listen to me!” He demanded of her, knowing he’d f****d up big time and there was a good chance that he’d lose her.

At that precise moment, his face turned red and veins formed in his forehead and neck. He felt a pain that couldn’t be explained when she kneed him in his balls. She shoved him off of her person and he fell aside, holding his family jewels. He bawled on the floor as she got to her feet and kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Chevy’s chest heaved up and down as she stared down at Tiaz angry, yet calm at the same time. Her eyes turned red and glassy, her nostrils expanding and shrinking. She looked like she was possessed by the Exorcist Demon.

“I want you and yo’ s**t outta my house before I get back. If you’re still here when I return, I’m gonna shoot you in yo’ face, do you hear me? I’m not gonna listen to you and yo’ bullshit excuse! I’m gonna waltz right up on you and pull the mothafucking trigger.” She stormed off to the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing jeans and sneakers and shoving her Taurus .9mm into her purse. She stood over him as he bawled, holding his precious family stones. He wanted to tax that ass, but the pain left him paralyzed. Then again, he felt like he deserved it, he’d done to her what he promised not to, f**k with her heart.

“I thought you were different, Tiaz. I thought we could really have something special together. I will never get chu men. You claim you want a ride or die chick, but just as soon as you get one you treat her like shit.” She shook her head with disappointment and said, “Have a nice life, asshole!”

Ooof! She kicked him in the ribs before walking out of the door.

***

Thung! Thung! Thung! Thung!

Chevy’s trunk rattled as the infectious throwback tune pumped from her Bose 12x12 subwoofer speakers.

What is this I see (No)

You don't come home to me (Oh, no)

When you don’t come home to me (Man)

Can’t deal, can’t bear

You keep tellin’ lies

But to your surprise

Look I found her red coat

And your(b***h) caught out there

I hate you so much right now

I hate you so much right now

I hate you so much

Right now. Ahh...

She listened to Kelis’s I hate you on her drive to Kantrell’s house. Although she wasn’t crying anymore, her eyes were still bloodshot. Now she was cool, calm and collected. She had to focus, to be on point, if she was going to get some get-back. She drove one house down from her best friend’s house, executed the engine, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and took her gun out of her purse. As she looked from Kantrell’s crib to the gun in her hand, she debated whether or not she should knock on the door and blast on her ass.

Chevy took a deep breath and exhaled, putting the gun back inside of her purse. There was no way she was about to kill this hoe over some d**k, that would make her a weak b***h. Nah, she had to be smarter than that. She had a son she had to take care of and it wouldn’t be fair to him if she were to do something that would jeopardize her freedom. Chevy picked up her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found the trifling b***h’s number. After clearing her throat, she then pressed the call button and readied herself to put on an Oscar worthy performance.

“Kantrell, me and Tiaz got into it.” She faked sobbing. “Do you think I could spend the night at your house? Good, I’m parked outside. I’m finna come in now.” After she disconnected the call, a devilish smile broadened her face. Once she hopped out of the car, she slammed the door closed and made sure her sneakers were laced tight. She walked up the steps and knocked on the door of her best friend’s home. A moment later, she heard the door being unlocked.

***

He parked the G-ride around the corner from her house and killed the engine. He placed a neoprene mask on the lower half of his face and pulled the drawstrings of his hood, closing it around his head. His gloved hand dipped beneath the driver seat and came back up clutching a chrome .45 with a black silencer. Once he made sure it was locked and loaded, he hopped out of the stolen car and crept up the driveway of the house next door. He hopped the back gate of the house and landed into the backyard of Kantrell’s crib. Moving as stealthy as a thief, he tiptoed up the steps of the back porch. Tucking his weapon into the small of his back, he took the pins he’d need to pick the lock. Having gotten the door open, he snuck into the house, smiling sinisterly, as he withdrew the gun from around his back. When he emerged into the kitchen’s doorway he could see the back of Kantrell’s head as she watched TV. The living room was dark and the illumination of the television outlined her head.

Yeah, b***h, I told you that you weren’t getting away with that s**t, he thought as he lifted his weapon to deliver the kill shot. Dude was still pissed off about her having shot at him, making him walk the streets asshole naked. There wasn’t any way in hell he was letting her get off the hook with that s**t. f**k all of that, he had a reputation to uphold. The intruder was about to pull the trigger when Kantrell’s cell phone rang. He lowered his gun and hid beside the doorway, occasionally peeking around the corner into the living room. He watched as she talked on the cell for a time before unlocking and opening the door.

“Chevy, are you…” Kantrell was cut short by a crushing punch to the center of her face. The assault caused a sharp pain to shoot through her face and for her to see a flash of white. She staggered backwards, holding her broken and spurting nose. Chevy ran into the house and kicked her dead in the chest. The impact sent blood flying from out of her nose and her sailing back into the glass table in the living room.

Crash! The table exploded and sent shattered glass everywhere, tendrils of flowers lay strewn from a ceramic vase. Kantrell scrambled to her feet, cutting up her hands and arms, shards of glass crunching at her feet.

“b***h, you were supposed to have been my best friend, my mothafucking sister!” Chevy screamed, spittle flying from her lips. She kicked her in the ribs, making her holler out and fall against the couch. As she went to stomp her head, Kantrell kicked her leg out from under her, she hit the floor on her back. When she looked up, Kantrell was running from out of the kitchen with a chair. She was in the motion of bringing it down on her face. Chevy rolled out of the way, missing the chair by an inch, springing to her feet.

“Trifling ass hoe! You wanna hit people with s**t? Square up!” she bellowed, loose strands of hair in her face looking like she’d just woken up. This b***h ain’t just tryna fight, this trick tryna kill me, she thought, seeing the rage in her ex-homegirl’s eyes. She looked like a wild ass hyena.

“Ahhh, f**k you!” Kantrell swung her fist in a backward motion trying to crack her in the jaw. She ducked her advance and gave her two to the body and one to the head. Kantrell staggered back on the broken glass that polluted the floor, but quickly regained her equilibrium. She squared up with her opponent, hands dripping blood from her injuries. The girls went at it like grown men. There wasn’t any scratching, slapping or hair pulling. They got down like a couple of niggaz in the street.

Kantrell assaulted Chevy with a three punch combination to the face. The blonde bombshell shook it off and struck back with a combination of her own. Homegirl set Kantrell up with two jabs to the face and then a sharp left. After two body shots came a right hook that made her scummy ass buckle. Chevy went to lunge at her and she kicked her in the chest with a force that sent her slamming into the wall and causing a portrait to fall.

“Uh huh, come on, b***h!” Kantrell’s pupils were ablaze as she motioned her over with bloody hands.

“Grrrrrr!” Chevy unleashed a guttural growl as she raged forth.

As the women were about to collide, he swung out into the kitchen doorway gripping his silenced .45 with both hands. He smiled fiendishly, licking his lips as he applied pressure to the trigger of his weapon.

Choot!

A hole the size of a nickel opened between his eyes as his head snapped back. His eyes bulged and his mouth formed an O. He collapsed to the floor and his gun spun around in circles until it bumped up against the refrigerator. Chevy and Kantrell froze with surprise written across their faces. Their heads whipped all around until their eyes landed on Tiaz. He was aiming his silenced smoking Beretta over their heads, a black garbage bag lay at his feet. Chevy looked to the kitchen floor and locked eyes with a familiar face. Zooming in on it, she couldn’t believe that it was him. It couldn’t be. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. They had to be. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in devastation. Her lips moved, but her mouth couldn’t form the words on her mind. Finally, she spoke the dead man’s name.

“Azule!” she croaked, bereaved. This was her dude after her failed engagement to Faison, the hustler that wanted to be anything and everything like him. She’d always thought that he’d packed up his s**t and moved out of Cali, but here his ass was lying dead as s**t in her bestie’s kitchen. Confusion masked her face. She looked from her former boo’s lifeless form to her best friend. Her forehead creased with lines and her eyes asked what was on her brain. Kantrell’s scandalous ass confirmed it.