The Weight Watchers

Chapter 6: weight watcherz

RO

    "What!?" I yelled before snatching my phone out my pocket calling my baby mom.
    "Yes, Ro." Gabby answered on the first ring.
    "You ok?"
    "Yes. Why, are you?"
    "Where's my son?"
    "Sleep."
    "Ard, Gab I gotta call you back." Next I called Fairuz. "Fay."
    "Yes."
    "Where are you?"
    "Home. What's wrong? You sound strange."
    "Just checking to see if you're ok."
    "Just missing you."
    "Miss you too. Let me call you back that's my other line." I lied.
    For a moment I was stuck trying to figure out who Juice claimed he had of mine then it hit me. Katrina.
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Juice & Phil

    One hour prior to the phone call made to Frenchy.
    Juice and his right hand man Phil were parked outside Katrinas home in Yeadon. The plan was to kidnap Katrina and swap her for Ro since he was the easiest to get close to. Pork baby mom live near the projects, no dice down there. N.R. mom from my mom block but that's a line they can't cross yet. Mar was a ghost. Nobody even knows that nigga.
    Their entire plan was drug inspired.This was the third plan they'd come up with. Neither of the two were ever sober. Pill after pill they took daily.
    "You sure you don't wanna snatch her instead?" Phil asked Juice.
    "I'm sure. We ain't even sure if this his girl. He could be just fuckin' her. If he don't love her, it won't work. But, this will. All of this is just to get him out in the open. After they realize she safe that's when we hit they ass. Pork shot Reem. If I can't get Pork, one of them if not all are getting smoked. Tonight. Plus N.R. shot me."
    "You got grazed Juice. Stop bitching. I ain't think he was gonna trade himself for a bitch anyway. She a whore. Cute but, she ain't all that.                What's the next move? We waiting for her to come out?"
    "No, we going to get her."
    "I thought we wasn't kidnapping her?"
    "We ain't. Just relocating her."
    As they got out the car headed to her door she was coming out the house. Bad timing for her. Perfect for them.
    "Can I help you?" Katrina asked watching them come up the steps toward her.
    "Yeah, you can help us out a lot." Juice said flashing a gun. "Open the door."
    "Fuck no!" She reached in her bag. Phil lunged at her pinning her against the door. His huge hands smashing her face into the hard wood door. All 6'6, 280 lbs of Phil was against her searching for her keys. "Please let me go."
    "Too late for that cutie. Show me those titties and I'll see what I can do."
    "Chill bro." Juice said. "Just open the door katrina."
    "How you..."
    "Don't ask no stupid shit. Bitch open the fuckin' door." Phil hissed. "And, you stop cock blocking." He said to Juice.
    "Help!" Katrina yelled.
    Phil slapped her followed by choking her. He had one hand on her throat. The other hand retrieved her keys and began unlocking the door. Opening it he mugged her inside.
    "I ain't wanna do that but you keep drawin'. Screamin' and shit." Phil said to Katrina.
    "What do y'all want, money? If this is about that my dad will pay. Let me call him."
    "Your dad? This about your boyfriend Ro." Juice stated.
    "Ro?"
    "Who your dad?"
    "Arty. And, when he find out about this he gonna kill y'all broke asses."
    "I like that spicy shit. He ain't gonna do shit if his lil' girl disappear and nobody know what happened. Let me keep her." Phil said.
    "No." Juice said to Phil before asking Katrina, "South philly Arty your pop?"
    "Yeah. And, I know who you are. You mess with that bum bitch that go to my school. Your name Junie, Junebug, Junior. Something like that."
    "Listen, fuck your pop. I'll deal with him if I decide to let you live." Juice said.
    "Let me live if you decide to? You better Juice! That's your name. Now it's kill me or let me go. You doing all this like Ro my dude. We ain't together. We just fuck sometime."
    "We mind as well smoke this bitch now cuz."
    "Phil shut the fuck up."
    "Oh! You say my name now because she know yours? Don't get mad at me because regular spice over here checking you."
    Juice made the call to Frenchy. The warning for Ro. A few minutes later Katrinas phone rung.
    "Hello..." Katrina answered when Juice tossed her the phone. "No, I'm ok. She continued. Here Juice."
    "Main man, as you can see I got your bitch," Juice said to Ro over the phone. "We can make a swap. You for her. Or she can get smoked."
    "Nigga put her on the phone." Juice handed back the phone. "You cool?" Ro asked her.
    "I'm fine. Are you coming to get me?"
    "Yeah. Are you home?"
    "Yes, drive your Audi. The A8 not the truck dummy. You hear me?"
    "Uh...Yeah."
    "How long are you gonna be? Are you at Onyx?"
    "No." Ro replied confused.
    "Yes you are! I can tell."
    "Put it on speaker." Juice said. Katrina obeyed.
    "I'm on my way back from D.C." Ro lied. "I'm like an hour away. Give me a lil' time to get there. what they want, money?"
    "No, we want you nigga and you better come alone."
    "Y'all know this is a dumb ass plan right?"
    "Don't worry she won't be here. Neither will we. I'm gonna call you in 45 minutes. It's 10:20 now be at the graveyard on 48th and Girard at 12." Juice said.
    "Ard. I swear you better not touch her."
    Juice sat her phone on the table escorting Trina upstairs. He ziptied her wrist to the leg of the bed after inspecting it's weight concluding it was too heavy for her to lift. Leaving her sitting on the floor she rolled her eyes at him as he left back out the room.
    "What's the plan now Junie?" Phil sarcastically asked Juice. "You think Ro gonna surrender over some whore?"
    "YOUR MOTHER A WHORE!" Trina yelled from upstairs.
    Juice and Phil both looked upstairs before lowering their voices.
    "Honestly cuz, this was a dumb ass plan from the jump." Phil continued. "I went along because you my man. How about we leave this bitch right here because, her pop probably on his way here with a small army. We go park up near the projects and wait for them to show up. If he was to show he ain't coming alone. If he did most likely they'll split up at the projects. If they're together they're in the van. Where do they park the van? The projects because nobody goes in there that ain't from there."
    "We ain't from there. But, ard lets go. My plan failed. Lets try yours."
    "See you need me around. Pinky and the Brain."
    "You're Pinky."
    "Exactly Juice. Exactly. Brain plans never work out, like this plan, and like always Pinky gets them out of a jam."
    "Nigga!"
    "Watch the cartoon. I'm telling you cuz.

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RO

    "What she say?" N.R. asked me referring to Katrina.
    "She said she fine but she was talking crazy. Saying she know I'm at Onyx and come in my A8, Not the truck. She know my car is a Lexus. I said I'm not at Onyx she said she know I am she can hear it. We didn't even have the music playing."
    "All the over thinking you do, you over look the obvious." Mar said. "A8. Onyx. She was trying to tell you to go get her pop. He must be at Onyx. He drives an A8. I ain't even got my diploma and I figured that out."
    "Right." I replied finally getting it. "Drop me off at Onyx. We need to haul ass."
    "You sure you wanna go alone." N.R. asked me.
    "Yeah. I'll be with her pop and Josh. Y'all wait for my call."

    20 minutes later, record timing, I was walking in Club Onyx. Arty was in V.I.P. as expected. After explaining everything to them I expected for Josh to be skeptical but, there was no time for that. He was staring at me as if it was myfault. In a way it was. More so Pork fault. I rode in Arty's car on the way to Katrina. Josh followed us. We circled her block to look for anyone hiding. Nobody, all clear. I got out running up the steps with no gun and no time to wait for them hoping they hadn't taken her to the graveyard already. The door was unlocked. The downstairs empty. "Yo!" I yelled. No answer. Rushing up the stairs calling her name. Rational thoughts no longer existed in my mind or else I wouldn't have ran up the stairs like a madman. But, even though Katrina wasn't my girl she was mine, and her blood on my hands I couldn't take. I found her in the bedroom ziptied to the bed. I quickly found a pair of scissors near all of her hair stuff from school on her desk and cut her free. She bolted upright jumping into my arms.
    "I knew you was coming!" She said hugging and kissing me.
    "Where they go?"
    "I don't know. It's been quiet for a while. They probably got scared when they found out who my dad is."
    "Your dad what?" Arty said out of breath entering the room. Trina released me running to her dad.
    "Dad! How you get here?"
    "Ro came and got me."
    "Whatever he told you is the truth."
    "How do you know it was the truth if you weren't there when he told us?" Josh asked entering last.
    "Because I know. I didn;t have to be there. When I told them I knew who they were and who my dad is, they got scared. I heard them talking downstairs."
    "Who were they?" Josh asked.
    "Some guy named Juice and his friend Phil. Juice girlfriend go to my school. She don't like me. She set it up thinking me and Ro are together."
    "I told you who they were." I said seeing what Josh was doing. He wasn't wrong for trying just wrong for thinking I'm involved in this trying to pull some crafty shit.
    "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to my niece."
    "Josh relax. The youngin' did me a service. He saved my daughter."
    "It's his fault her life was at risk in the first place."
    "All of that don't matter as long as she ok, so am I. Ro I got your number. Katrina your moving tonight. Go with Josh. Ro, come with me. I'll drop you off."
    I was dropped off at the projects. The police had the block taped off. Somebody had been killed. Hopping out I walked to N.R. house. Arty promised he would call soon before I closed the door.

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Pork

    Mar, N.R. and Pork parked up on 23rd street.
    "I'm taking Ro cut of the money with me." N.R. said as we got out the van.
    "I'ma hit your jack in the morning." Mar said to me as I pulled out my gun taking it off safety. Never trust the projects at night, not even we are safe here. Just safer than most. I closed the passenger door as N.R. was circling around the back of the van as Mar exited the driver side. Before I could blink a gun was out the window of a car riding by aimed at Mar. N.R. was out of line of sight the van was shielding me. Atleast 5 shots were fired. Mar was hit. Running around the van I fired at the fleeing Impala. N.R. was now by my side doing the same. The car kept going making a right at the corner. My clip was empty. When I spun around Mar was in the arms of N.R. I never watched someone take their last breath until then. From what I could tell he was hit 4 times. 3 in the body. Once in the face.
    "Come on bro. We gotta go! He gone!" I yelled.
    "We can't leave him." N.R. said back.
    "We have to. The cops is coming. They'll find him. We got guns and money. Come on, he gone. Let's go!"
    He layed Mar on the ground closing his eyes. Grabbing Mar bag of money I ran to my mom house around the corner. N.R. ran home 2 blocks away. Once I sat down and the adrenaline faded it all sunk in. These niggas killed Mar.