Anything You Can Do (Book one)

Cash.. or Babies.... Upon Delivery

*Three months later*

Cocaine

These past three months have been real! Julissa had her baby, y’all! Anaya Phoenix Ali Banks was born a month ago. She is the cutest lil thang I’ve ever seen. She’s a happy lil baby. Julissa has been taking it real easy. She doesn’t attend the meetings anymore, nor does she fight. I get it and I respect that, but there are things that still need to be done. With that, I’m finna head to the traphouse right quick. I gotta makes sure everything is straight. I know Benji and Kasey have been keeping an eye out for me, but I just gotta double check, yadigg?

Now, before y’all say I’m a bad mother and all that, that is not the case. I brought some niggas over from the Jamaican gang to be my security guards. I also have a custom made bullet proof vest on AND I got Benji holding my hand and you know he ain’t finna let anything happen to me. We in here squad deep.

We go into the traphouse and the first thing I smell is my Samoas being burned. I named all of my products after Girl Scout cookies. It all depends on the flavor and the stuff we add to it. We only sell weed so we gotta make it appealing to the buyers. Samoas go really fast. Maybe it’s the caramel and chocolate. Who knows? But, I ain’t give anyone permission to make anything. What in the hell is going on?

“Babe? Did you tell people to make anything? We don’t cook on Tuesdays. We count money on Tuesdays. What the fuck is going on?!”

“Calm down, baby. Let’s just go see what the fuck is going on, cause I ain’t tell nobody to make anything. They knew you were coming today.”

Benji and I walk towards the kitchen and we hear people talking.

-”Aye, hurry up! We gotta hurry up and bag this shit up for ourselves!”

-”I ain’t comfortable doing this. You know if we needed money, boss woulda just given it to us.”

-”Yeah, but I’m sick and tired of relying on her. We’re just gonna take enough to start our own business up.”

I barge in at that point. “Oh really? You just gon sell my shit and keep the money for yourselves? Cool.”

“Boss, wait, no. What we meant was….”

“Tameka, shut up! Yeah, we was gon steal ya shit. We’re sick and tired of ya lil crew acting like the rest of the workers don’t exist so we’re gonna be our own bosses. Deal with it! Oh, and don’t think of stopping us!” she pulls out a gun.

“Really, Tammy? This is where we’re at?” I inquire as Benji squeezes my hand. I guess he can sense my anger.

“Yep. Now move!” She says as she brandishes the gun in front of me.

“You ain’t finna use that. You’re just a punk ass bitch who is mad that she ain’t on my le…”

I hear a shot and I feel warmth spewing from my lower belly… The part of my stomach that wasn’t covered by the vest because it made me uncomfortable.

“Why, you little…..” Benji lunges forward to hurt them, I presume, but he stops when I pull him back as I pass out.

“Shit! I gotta take her to the hospital! Don’t let them leave!”

He picks me up and we rush to the hospital.

 

Benji

I grabbed Cocaine and rushed to the hospital. I don't think I could bare with losing her and my kids. That shit would drive me crazy. I ran in with her in my hands and blood staining my shirt. "Help! Someone help me!" The nurses looked at me and then Cocaine as they rushed towards us. "What happened, sir?" One nurse asked. "She was shot." She nodded her head as they rushed her away from me.

"Just stay here and we'll have some information on her as soon as we can." She smiled sincerely. I just nodded my head and took a seat in one of the chairs. This wasn't what I wanted to happen, but, shit, now that it's here, might as well just be positive that she makes it out with my babies. I sat in the chair, thumping my thumbs as I waited for something, anything. I needed to know if my three babies would be good.

 

Cocaine

Where the hell am I? Disoriented, I look around, disoriented. “OW!” A sharp pain pangs me in my lower abdomen. As if I already know what to do, I start pushing. Then I hear someone saying “Ok! Just a little more! I almost see the head!”

The head of what? I’m only five months pregnant! This can’t be happening!

“It’s a girl!” When the baby is out, I don’t hear crying. The nurses just rush around with my child.

“NO NO! I want to hold her! No, please!” As I am pleading, I feel another sharp pain. “Someone help me! I’m pregnant with twins and there is another baby who is ready to come out!”

The doctor rushes over and says uh-oh.

“Uh-Oh?! What the fuck is going on?! I’m pushing! Why isn’t anything coming out? I want Benji! Oh God this hurts!”

“Breathe! Your stress and blood pressures are too high and the baby is having a hard time coming out! I think you have developed preeclampsia. Deep breaths for me. Calm down.”

“I can’t calm down without Benji!” I say as I try to regulate my breathing.

After 20 grueling minutes, I hear “It’s a….”

I didn’t hear the rest because I pass out. I do feel people jostling me around and I hear the heart rate monitor slow down. It gets really really slow and I manage to hear someone say they’re losing her. Her who? It can’t be me. Can it?