A Trap Within A Trap

Chapter 7

Jaquez sat in a middle pew for about four hours, waiting patiently. No one had come in or out of the store front church the entire time. He did hear the clinging pots back off behind the altar, mixed with deep bass filled laughter. He decided to just chill and think. It was the only real choice he had anyway. After thinking over his present situation, which was all F.U.B.A.R (fucked up beyond all reason) his thoughts drifted to memories of his grandmother. Who would drag him to a little Regla de Ochá church like this one on Sundays, when his parents would stick him with her. This place had the Haitian "Le" instead of "La" but he recognized the same symbolism all around, and he thought maybe he even recognized the blood stains on the alter just the same. Jaquez hated places like this. All the standing, shouting, 'and just bullshit that I even saw way back then, as a kid.' He considered if thinking cuss words in here would piss God off, but then decided he didn't give a fuck. If God was really out there, he would've protected his Abuela from what them nasty fuck niggas did to her on her way from Wednesday service.

Church was all she talked, ate, and thought all day every day. So Jaquez he didn't have much of a connection with her, but that didn't matter. This was La Familia, blood; and so blood for blood is what he had recovered from them sick rapists. That was the first time he ever killed. Watched that wide eyed expression of surprise pulling at his eyes, knowing the solid fact that Jaquez would be the man responsible for taking their lives, and still they held onto hope. Maybe, just maybe if they could hold onto his eyes, hold on to this world through them a few moments longer ... . After killing a few more times he felt maybe it did work, and they dragged pieces of him along with them. He always felt a little closer to his own death afterwards, with those eyes that had turned frozen on his, exchanging some of their death with him. Occasionally they did release him once very close to death, looking off somewhere else. Succumbing to the fact that travel arrangements had be set, and they would be leaving this world momentarily. Sometimes in that moment he felt suspicion 'Maybe they did really see the other side?'

Blinking that memory off, he held his eyes shut once noticing how cold and dry his eyes had gotten after being held open so long, reliving memories without batting them. Closing then opening them again he super imposed the jumping loud pastor, and all the other fools around him from his memories. A smirk formed upon his lips 'That dude was divine aight, he was a divine hoe.' He thought of all the rumors he overheard as the grown-ups whispered thinking he was out of ear shot. 'Dude was fucking his wife's three sisters (who were all married, and by him). Jaquez remembered the old maid who always sat in her favorite spot on the first pew, Mrs. Sanchez. The only thing louder than her on any given day of service was her assortment of ridiculous hats. She was one of those members of the congregation, who gave tidings based on how well the pastor would give it to her during their regularly scheduled "private" prayer sessions. And so that made him not the first nigga you know, the head nigga in charge. And he wasn't even the second nigga in charge, second in command. '... and if you can't even be the third mo fucka on the list to run shit, den you just a fuckin forf. And so thass what that nigga was a forf ass nigga.' he thought in disgust 'Knowing that old lady could barely walk, but there he was trying to blow her damn pelvis out for cash.'

This church's pastor came out from the backroom. The man glanced at him for just a second, then quickly turned away as if there was something of much greater importance to do with his time. 'Exactly something a true man of God would NOT do.' he thought. Jaquez felt not even a hint of warmth from the asshole, so he figured rightfully that this was a front house.

Jaquez learned to trust his ability to read people before they even said a word. Saved his life a few times. The pastor was a middle aged light skinned Latino. Looked like he was from somewhere in the South Americas. Balding with graying beard, he walked over to the alter sat what looked like wine and wafers out. 'Right the body, and blood of Christ.' he recalled his Sunday school lessons. As the pastor stood and bowed his head in silence the main doors opened and Troy stepped in scanning the church from side to side, before acknowledging Jaquez's presence. He flowed over to the side of the door, walked down the alter and bowed like a good altar boy. Ain't that some shit? A hitman slash body guard with bodies all over his debts due judgment day, confessing. Troy stood back up and the pastor mumbled whatever they say, and gave him a drink then fed him the wafer. Troy went and lit a candle, and stood there. 'This sick fuckin dude really prayin?' Feed slipped in next to Jaquez, who jumped only a bit in fear. Troy stood there for probably fifteen minutes until he walked over, and sat on the other side of Jaquez.

'I'm just gonna chill and wait.' Jaquez thought. See Feed was also called Schitzo on the street, cuz you never knew which person you were gonna get from day to day. Right now Feed was dressed in a tuxedo, with his hair slicked back, but once he was dressed like a damn Ice cream truck driver in December. The uniform and truck looked like it was renovated straight outta the 50's. He kidnaped Whistler's little girl from her birthday party, and Whistler showed up at the spot we usually use for off'in folks. Feed had put the little girl to bed in her own room drugged to sleep, but cut Whistler's tongue out and let him live for being a snitch. Feed never mentioned it, or got anybody's help. We only found out what happened when Whistler wrote it out for us later.

"Alright Mr. Montana" Feed began in a slow low calm voice "... you are not responsible for this shit storm." Jaquez released an exhale he hadn't realized he held which escorted his relief. The muscles in his neck released and relaxed. "I have enemies Jah, and it seems they have multiplied since this new product has fallen into my lap. "He turned to look into Jaquez's eyes; this was his teaching face Jaquez recognized. He considered the many unsolicited lessons Feed had dropped through the years. "There are no coincidences only opportunities, if your smart you get to choose whether it's for you, or your enemies."

Jaquez nodded slightly in agreement, as he knew was expected. "So damn Feed let me know what's really goin on." Jaquez pleaded. Feed still icy as fuck stared into his eyes reading, a stare Jaquez knew intimately when he himself would look into someone's soul through the two doors set on everyone's face. A few strange moments passed "Jah, it was a setup, they thought I was taking a trip in one of those cars this morning. Where they fucked up was when they didn't let the paid off garage attendant know who specifically was the target." Feed's face lit up with a smile of evil glee "Asshole had no idea who hired him, or who was supposed to take the car. After the schmuck lost a considerable amount of blood I was sure he had nothing else to tell. He programed that GPS for a quiet secluded spot where they were supposed to off me. They also had a signal jammer under both your cars, which is why your beepers couldn't get a signal."

"Feed this don't sound like the usual fourf's that usually want me dead. This is big league shit. What's really going on?" Feed grinned. "You're too smart for your own good. I'll do the thinking, you do the slingin aight?" Jaquez used the same slight nod he had just used before. "This is next level shit, just ride with it and do what the fuck your told. It was smart that you didn't bust any shots back off from the store. Witnesses had no idea anyone related to the incident was in the store. That's why I keep you around. Just remember you are NOT the head nigga in charge. Capish?"

'I guess now I gotta play the good lil nigga.' He gave him his obedient grin, as he fanaticized a future where Feed was tied up and beaten like a piñata.

A/N: Hey Yall Thanks for stickin with me! I know this doesn't read like the usual Urban Fic, and it's gonna get a lil bit off the rails again. Please Please Please vote, and remember comments are always welcome. Also If my language references are off, let me know.