Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter fourteen

Tamel couldn't believe it when he got a call on his cell phone and it was Charmaine on the other end. Tamel was about to start off with a range of curse words because he still never fully forgave her for shooting him the day and a bunch of other stuff that had been rattling in his brain.

Charmaine didn't seem apologetic about the shooting but she stated she still wanted to help them and she was the reason that he was able to meet up with Train and see his father in the process. Tamel didn't believe and Charmaine didn't have time to explain the whole situation to him so she requested to speak to Train. Tamel informed her that he didn't think that Train wanted to speak to her. He told her Train believed she set this whole thing up in the first place but she insisted.

Tamel tossed the cell phone back to Train. "Your WCW is on the phone."

Train looked puzzled but he heard a glimpse of the conversation when Tamel was talking to Charmaine so he knew who it was.

"What you want?" Train immediately went in. "More target practice?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain but your life is in danger," Charmaine explained.

"What else is new?" Train remarked. "My life has been in danger since I picked you up that night because your crazy ass mother wanted to play keep away from your deranged Pops. I'm tired of this black soap opera shit. I feel like I'm on an episode of Young and the Restless the Brooklyn Edition. I'm not down with this shit. I got my own problems now."

"That's what I'm trying to explain to you," Charmaine replied. "I know about the meeting with Trunk."

"And how the fuck would you know?" Train asked. "Hey, were you the one...?"

"No," Charmaine quickly answered. "I wish I was, really I do but I can't take credit. And before you say it, it wasn't my crazy ass mother either."

"Then who?" Train inquired.

"That I wish I knew too," Charmaine stated, "But whoever he is, he got juice."

"Well, thanks for calling and telling me shit I could have gotten from a fortune cookie," Train replied. "Is there anything else?"

"Look, I know a lot of shit has went down between us and I know all of this really started out as being a battle between my estranged parents but it's bigger than that now," Charmaine informed. "I really need you to listen to me and stop being an ass for a second."

"Can't promise that but go ahead," Train huffed.

"Look, I think we need to meet," Charmaine said.

"I'm already late for this meeting," Train said. "My contact already calling me like I'm late for Sunday School and the Pastor is giving out free spankings. The longer I don't make it, I know people are going to come out looking for me."

"I know that but I think I can help." Charmaine argued.

"This isn't America's next Top Model, I don't need help on my catwalk," Train replied. "I'm about to meet up with gangsters that just told the federal government to kiss their ass so what can you do for me? Tell me?"

"Meet me and I'll show you," Charmaine said firmly.

Train moved the phone away from his ear and spoke to Tamel. "She wants to meet."

"Only way I'm meeting that bitch is to put a bullet in her chest," Tamel swore.

Train place the cell phone back to his ear. "You heard him."

"Tell that nigga I got Kevlar. I just need you to meet us..." but Charmaine before Train blurted out. "US".

Yes, Us," Charmaine continued. "A lot of things has happened since you been up sitting on your ass in prison."

"Really?" Train replied.

"Where are you?" Charmaine said. "We can meet you half way."

Train tapped Tamel on the shoulder. "Where are we?"

"I'm not meeting that bitch nowhere unless I'm greeting her with a bullet," Tamel repeated his initial threat.

"She said that's cool, if shooting your gun will stop you from shooting your mouth, she with it," Train laughed. "She's getting funny. All that time has changed her. That's something I would say."

Tamel glanced back at Train. "Tell that bitch she got one more time."

Train looked out the window and saw the street sign and recited it to Charmaine. Charmaine told him where they could intercept at.

Train agreed and clicked off the cell phone. "We meeting her."

"Fuck that," Tamel disagreed.

"Look, man, we need a plan and since you don't have one, this is the next option," Train said. "And if she ain't got nothing good to tell her, then you can shoot her."

"With pleasure," Tamel nodded.

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Trunk looked at his watch and cursed Train under his breath. He couldn't believe the arrogance of that man.

Train got out of the jeep he was in and looked around again. Train was beyond late and the person that had arranged this meeting was getting very impatient.

"You still think he's going to show up?" one of Trunk's henchmen asked from behind him.

"He has to," Trunk answered.

Trunk's cell phone rang inside his pocket. He hoped it was Train telling him he was around the corner.

"Hello," Trunk answered.

"Where is he?" the person on the other end quickly asked.

"He is coming," Trunk gulped,

"Let's hope so," the caller said. "For your daughter's sake."

"Wait...wait..."Trunk started panicking. "My daughter..."

"You think this is a game," the caller said. "I told you that I wanted him. You told him this was the way so this is on you. And yours."

"I told you I got this under control," Trunk responded.

"I hope you do because I will," the caller said then the call disconnected.

Trunk dialed Train's number again.

"You calling me like you got some ass waiting for me," Train answered.

"Yo, you making me look bad," Trunk said.

"You already half past ugly so that shouldn't be too hard," Train replied.

"This shit isn't funny," Trunk remarked. "I set something up, you..."

"You didn't set shit up so don't hand me that shit," Train said. "And like I told your Montel Williams ass I would get there when I get there so call me again and I'm going to put you on the blocked call list with the other reject hoes. You got me? And tell whoever is waiting for me, a person that comes to a place too early means they ain't got shit to do. But a real busy nigga that handles business is always out handling business so just chill out and take the wedgie out of those tight jeans. Train out."

Trunk put his cell phone back in the pocket steaming. "I can't wait to get this motherfucker."

"Me too," said the person walking up to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Trunk said and one of his henchmen pulled out a gun on the stranger.

"The nigga that's here to help you," the man said. "So put your guns down or you will make my uncle madder than he is now."

Trunk looked at the young man and snickered. "Who?"

"The person that you was just on the phone with and got your daughter," the young man smiled.