Zya's Knight Vol 2 : PK's Revenge

Chapter 22: The Reset

My first day on the streets of Detroit was spent in offices, in peoples faces, tryna put the pieces of my lil life back together. I managed to get the electricity reconnected and with that, I got straight back home to get to cleaning. Everything felt so fresh in my mind but I had so many questions. Its so many moving parts as to why shit went down the way it did. I shook off the throw blanket and dropped it onto the floor for laundry. As I did, my phone buzzed a familiar chirp, alerting me to a Facebook notification. Lexi had penned the sweetest note, to myself and to Simone, drawing immediate attention to my release. Most people wouldn't  have a clue what its like literally living your life under somebody else's control. Can't move or shake how you want, cant make a dolla if you aint got a nigga funding your cookups or your mama sending you noodles every now and again. And if you know, you know

Luckily for me, I settled in quite nicely. I walked in respected and treated them hoes any time I could! I've grown a lot, not only in age but in my mental, reading Donald Goines and Tom Clancey will do that to you. Being back in my element, truly thinking of where we going next, its quite exciting. PK has a hearing coming up so who knows, He might be out to ride. Moving over to the kitchen with my swiffer duster, my mind in a daze as I breeze through the space. I slide the drapes open, taking in the Detroit skyline for a second. It was a time this fuckin town was ours. Nobody could fuck with us. That's why the events leading up to our arrest didn't make sense to me......

THE  NEXT DAY

 I woke up bright and early with my feet on the ground. My first order of business was to get any information on PK. We moved through so many different stages of relationship and quite quickly, but he always prepared me for the worst of whatever life had to offer. The day we parted was the last time I aid my eyes on him and that shit ain't sitting right with me. As I'm pacing the immaculate space, my toes sinking gently into the rug, my eyes scanning the space, I scrolled my contacts again. I needed to find Que. That's really my missing piece to the streets. I dialed the number on file and was delighted to be greeted warmly.

"Hello? Oh no this must be a prank! Who da fuck playin on my phone?!" He yelled into the receiver.

"Its me Que..." I laughed "What's been up?!" I inquired. This wasn't really a social call on my end. I wanted to know the fuckin scoop.

 "Girl! First of all welcome home bitch! I missed you so much and so much has gone on since you been gone" He said, sighing softly. Zya sat down on the couch to prepare herself for what he had to say.  

"I really appreciate it, I'm definitely happy to be home, Im happy to take my place back where the fuck I belong. I'm ready for my nigga to come home...You know" I said with a lil chuckle to lighten the tone.

Now if you remember, Que was really the one with all the tea. A true plugged bartender with a cosmetology degree, he literally knew everybody. 

"Okay lets start from the top bitch..."

I hopped up and headed toward the bar, the liquor we'd left, perfectly aged in its bottles, I knew fasho I was about to need a sip for this shit.

"Tameisha's funeral was a fucking CIRCUS! Her fuckin mama didn't bother! She clearly didn't have much to spend bitch because Sis went out bad! She kept opening the casket Zya. Apparently she couldn't afford to allow them to kind sew up that hole in her fuckin head, but whatever! It ended quick, girl no repass, ain't nobody gone miss that ho"

Zya sat dumbfounded, but not surprised, at all. Tameisha really came off like she came from absolutely nothing. That incident between her and I at that party told me that years ago. Of course, I had no fuckin business at Lagos. None. I was 14, in the club, mingling with some of the richest Jamaicans in America. I was one of the lucky ones. Fasho. 

Que continues, "Girl THE SMELL!" Que says, gagging as I laughed.

"Meanwhile, Angel's people came and got her body and left. Nobody seen or heard nothing about a service for her. One of my clients work down at the morgue, girl they said whoever packed her up in that suitcase really did some work to get her up in there. She was so busted up and bloodied bitch they had to cut the suitcase to get her out." Que said, not quite somberly, but definitely not as hyped as he just was about Tameisha.

"Damn for real? Thats fucked up. Well." I shrugged as if he could see the action. "A chick like that, pulling the shit she pulled, ends up in fuckin suitcases." I said, quite matter of factly.

The silence was chilling. But Que quickly shifted gears.

"I ended up going to Smoke's service too. It was very nice, but what I found strange was the fact that there wasn't a body to view....Smoke wasn't even there. Corey was front and center, skinnin and grinnin in Lexi's face. Speaking of that hoe, have you spoken to her since you been out?" He asked.

"I mean yeah, we chatted a bit yesterday but that was it. Why though?" I perked up immediately. The very last thing I needed was for Lexi to be a fuckin opp. 

"I know that's yo friend bitch but I'm yo friend too so imma tell you what I know about a shady hoe! Apparently, Little Ms. Lexi got spotted coming out of Corey's restaurant....Now that would be cool, if she was alone. Corey personally escorted your friend, and her doggy bags on out to that standard ass S550."

Hell nah! No way was Lexi out here laying up with niggas that took direct hits on our lives. Did she forget she was there that night? Did she forget Damu?

SHIT! Damu! I could really use him right now. He was so instrumental in making sure shit got done. I liked the protective instincts on the man. He'd stand in front of guns and crouch behind couches to protect ME and my man? I owe that man forever loyalty.

"Que I'm soo sorry but I need to call you right back!" I didn't wait for his response, I ended the call and damn near broke my fingers trying to dial his line. I wasn't sure what had happened to him after they stormed the club. I dialed the number and instantly felt saddened at the message "DET 002...The number you have dialed..."  

Disconnected. I flopped back onto the couch with a slight cough from some residual dust that I clearly missed. Its crazy how that feeling of defeat hit you right? I have no idea where PK is. I have no idea where Damu is. I have no idea where Twinn is. But one thing I do know is, sitting here too long won't assist me in making a comeback. I hopped up from my seat, the specifics of this plot running through my veins as I moved through the apartment like a whirlwind. Hair, nails, toes, jewels. 

I'm hungry and I knew exactly where I wanted to dine.....