4:37 am
I sat in the parking lot of Magic City with my duffle bag in the passenger seat.
I sat and waited for Dicey to come out the side doors.
He told me to wait for him in the parking lot.He was on his way to my car with a manila envelope.
I unlocked my door as he approached the passenger side.
He opened the door & waited for me to move my duffel bag.
I looked at him, "Ha, nah. You can sit in the backseat."He kissed his teeth, & opened the back door to my baby, sliding his crusty ass in.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat, preparing for whatever this new job was."You better lose that fucking attitude, Jah."
I didn't say anything in response because I really don't care.
"In this folder is the next target. Tiana Wright.
34 & a mother of two.
She haven't done shit to me personally but her husband Deandre tried to hit a lick and it happened to be on my mom. So, let's hit him where it hurt... Zay already has his folder."By this time I was looking at him through my rear view mirror. Two kids. I hope they're young enough where they won't remember this. I reached my arm up & grabbed the folder.
"Alright. " I said, skimming through the folder.
"Don't come back to work until this is done."
"You must gone be paying me extra then?" I said, making eye contact through the rear view.
"You so damn greedy, Yeah. I can do something for you." He reached for the door.
"Goodniiiiiight!" I yelled laughing as he slammed the door.
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When I woke up, It was 3:52 in the afternoon.
I checked my messages, & I had one from Zay and a few others.
The others being my friends complaining how they never seen me anymore.
I'll deal with them later.
I scrolled back to the one from Zay, I texted him to call me.
He shot me a text back that said nah, you call me.I rolled my eyes, why be difficult?
I called him and he finally picked up on the 6th ring."Wassup, Sweetie?"
"Hey...You ready to do this shit?" I asked.
"Actually, yeah. I need that bread... Meet me at the park right off of 28th so we can get all the details together.
"Alright. Give me 20."
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I made it to the park and it was a few people power walking, children on the swings, couples having picnics, and even a few homeless people.
I didn't see Zay around though.
I waited 15 minutes...30 minutes... 45 minutes... 1 hour, he still never showed up.Well damn, he stood me up. I tried calling his cellphone, & it went to voicemail.
Lil bitch Gone stand me up & then not call...I got some words for him. I called him again , and got voicemail.I texted Dicey asking for Zay's address. He texted me back with the address and I put it in my GPS.
I pulled up outside his house.
Not what I'd expect for a bachelor who's getting paid like him.
It was a cozy house ... seems like it would be his grandmother's house.
It was a relatively quiet looking neighborhood, a couple of cars parked out on the street and 3 in his driveway. I remember him mentioning he had 2 cars but not a third one.
I know he didn't stand me up for no pussy.
I grabbed the door handle, which was locked.I knocked 3 times on the wood finished door.
No answer.
I knocked again, using the same pattern.I heard a low, but audible groan that sound like it was coming from Zay. Then I heard a different voice, a deeper one, talking.
"Oh, Lord. He's not gay is he?" I mumbled to myself. I started to knock again , when I heard this loud smack, a skin to skin contact.. "Laaawd, he IS gay!", I mumbled in astonishment. "Not on my watch."
I pulled a bobby pin from my now messy bun, & tried to pick the lock.
I stood there jingling my bobby in the hole for a good 4 minutes , until eventually it clicked.
I was immediately entering into the dining room.
Clean.
I kept creeping through the next door & found myself in the kitchen.
Me being the fatass that I am opened the refrigerator, which turned out to be empty besides the basics && some apple juice.
I grabbed the juice & continued to walk through the now semi-quiet house.
I walked passed each bedroom until I reached the one at the end of the hallway, where the low moaning & I finally heard the other deeper voice."He gone learn today, my nigga. Tell Dicey, O2 don't play about his motherfucking money."
SWACK...groaning.
This definitely not no gay shit.
I pulled my baby, out my pants and loaded her.
I kicked the door open, which was harder than I expected.
There was Zay sitting in a wooden chair tied up, a swelling left eye , and a bloody nose and mouth.
I aimed my gun at the about 5'9 man who now had his hands up.
"Untie him.", I motioned for him to walk towards Zay. "...Slowly. Don't try no shit.""Who taught you how to use that, Barbie?", He asked smirking walking agonizingly slow towards Zay.
I internally rolled my eyes, but kept a straight face. I shot once and hit him in his lower leg. He let out a yell and fell on the now blood stained carpet.
"See, you made me fuck the carpet up even more!" I yelled, with a sarcastic smirk. "Zay, you're gonna have a hell of a time getting this out."
He was already out cold.I untied Zay & tied the intruder's ass up.
I grabbed some cold peas out of the freezer and laid them on my punk ass partner's face.
Hopefully he comes around in a few.Now how am I gonna get this crippled motherfucker down to the basement?
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AdventureWith the benefits of being a stripper at night, racking in 5's, 10'a & 20's and then being a homebody during the day her manager finds her a job, with a crime known as murder.