Part 11 (1/2)
”Don't think about it,” Case said as if he were reading her mind. ”If something happens to me, you better believe someone will be at your front door, killing your husband and son,” Case said as he smiled and tried to lighten up the mood by offering Aries a drink.
”I'll pa.s.s,” Aries said as her trigger finger itched. She knew that Case had her number, so the only thing she could do was play by his rules.
”I just need you to hold the n.i.g.g.a there until that money comes up, and then after that, you can off him. Be patient, baby girl,” Case answered.
Case would never let Aries know, but he respected her gangster. He knew that her and her old squad were nothing to play with in their prime, and that was the main reason he once hired them.
Aries now had to sit back and play the waiting game. She stormed out and headed back to the house.
Chicago pulled into the small apartment complex that one of his wh.o.r.es lived in. ”This is it right here. She lives on the third floor,” Chicago said as he looked up at the building.
”Okay, let's go up,” Edris said as he held the gun firmly to Chicago's rib.
Edris looked over the girl in the front seat. She was noticeably shaken up, and Edris didn't have time to worry about two people while they went up and got the money. ”You get your a.s.s in the trunk!” Edris said as he hopped out, grabbed the keys out of the ignition, and waved his gun toward the trunk.
The hooker and Chicago got out of the car, and Edris quickly grabbed the girl and pushed her to the back of the car while still keeping a close eye on Chicago. The girl began to cry as Edris popped the trunk. Chicago quickly encouraged her that everything would be all right.
”Just get in there, baby girl. We will be right out. I promise,” Chicago said, not knowing if he was being truthful or not.
The wh.o.r.e gained up enough courage and hopped in the trunk. Edris immediately closed the door and pointed the gun at Chicago.
”Let's go, n.i.g.g.a! Don't try any funny s.h.i.+t either. I'm shooting first and asking questions last, just to let you know,” Edris added for insurance.
Chicago, with his hands still in the air, responded. ”She should be up there,” he said as he looked up to the third floor where the light was on.
Edris walked behind Chicago and pressed the gun to his lower back. They headed up the stairs and reached the door. Slow music leaked from the apartment, so Edris immediately knew that somebody was in there. Edris' mind began to race as he thought about what he potentially was walking into.
What if this n.i.g.g.a got goons waiting on the inside, Edris thought as Chicago knocked on the door. Edris dismissed the small amount of fear in his heart and knew that he had to go all out for his boss. He had to get the rest of the money or Macy would die.
Moments later, a female voice sounded from the opposite side of the door. ”Who is it?” she said in an irritated tone.
”It's me, b.i.t.c.h. Now, open the door!” Chicago yelled as he leaned into the door.
Seconds later the door opened and the sounds of smooth R&B came out of the apartment along with the smell of incense. A young black girl answered the door wearing nothing but an undersized silk robe. She held the robe closed with her hand as she grew a confused look on her face when she saw Chicago and Edris at her doorstep.
”b.i.t.c.h, don't just stand there like a deer in the headlights. Let us in,” Chicago said quickly as urgency was evident in his voice. Although he was being held at gunpoint, Chicago kept his pimp hand strong.
The girl quickly stepped to the side as requested, and Edris pushed Chicago in. A naked white man came out of the bedroom, and Chicago quickly let him know what time it was.
”Yo, player, you have to bounce. You can come back in an hour and get your rocks off. Sorry about the inconvenience,” Chicago said as he looked dead in the man's eyes, letting him know it was time to go. The skinny white man quickly rushed to the room and gathered his clothes. He rushed out in his underwear, obviously scared to death. The sight of two dangerous-looking black men was enough reason for him to get out of Dodge. They watched as he scurried out and then they got straight to business.
”Where the dough at?” Edris asked as he revealed his gun to the wh.o.r.e, making her instantly throw her hands up in fear. She stood there speechless as she tried to understand what was going on.
”Sweetie, go and get the money,” Chicago demanded.
”What money?” the girl answered, not wanting to give up the fortune that was hidden in her room's closet.
”Stop playing, b.i.t.c.h. Go and get it and get it quick,” Chicago said while raising his voice. He had hidden it there a couple of days back. A true street veteran knew to never put all of his eggs in one basket, so he brought half of the money there.
The girl quickly disappeared into the back room, and Edris pointed the gun at Chicago while frequently peeking at the doorway, waiting on the girl to reenter.
With every pa.s.sing second, Chicago grew more nervous. He knew how Macy and his crew used to get down before he got into politics, and he didn't want to lose his life for something he wasn't aware of. If he knew that Boomer was the john his bottom wh.o.r.e had robbed, he would have never let it go down. Macy ran the city, and Chicago understood that.
”Listen, I hope we can all look past this once you get the money back,” Chicago said, trying to ease the tension. He was unsure of what Edris would do after he retrieved all of the money, which made him very uneasy.
”This is strictly business, Chicago. We don't have a beef with you. We just want the money back, that's all,” Edris said as he thought about the task at hand.
Finally the girl came from the back with the book bag where the money was at. She walked over to Chicago and dropped it at his feet. ”Here it is, daddy,” she said as she looked at him with an intense stare. Chicago didn't pay her any mind, but she was trying to give him a heads-up on what was about to happen.
”It's all here,” Chicago said as he looked down at the bag and opened it, so that Edris could see that the bag was full of money. Edris bent down to grab the bag, and Chicago's heart dropped. He saw that his wh.o.r.e was pulling out a small .22-caliber gun from behind her.
”No!” Chicago screamed as he tried to stop her from doing something foolish.
Edris quickly followed Chicago's eyes and looked at the wh.o.r.e, who fumbled with the gun. Out of instinct, Edris swung the gun on the girl and let off a round, catching her square in the chest.
The wh.o.r.e flew back and crashed into the gla.s.s coffee table. Her once white robe was slowly becoming maroon red with blood as she lay in the shattered gla.s.s with dead eyes. Edris' heart pounded as he looked at the lifeless girl who lay in front of him.
Chicago quickly rushed to her side and grabbed her hand; however, it was too late. She was dead. The bullet went straight to her heart, killing her instantly.
”d.a.m.n, man,” Chicago said as tears began to well up in his eyes. ”She was only seventeen. You killed my baby girl,” Chicago said as he quickly wiped the single tear away. Edris didn't know what to say; he just stood there and looked into the girl's face. She looked so much younger to him at that point. It seemed as though her youthfulness shone through even more now that he had killed her.
”d.a.m.n,” Edris whispered as he closed his eyes and shook his head.
Chicago kissed the girl's forehead and slowly turned and looked up at Edris with hatred in his eyes. Chicago wanted to kill him, and his emotions got the best of him. He reached for the gun that was on the floor a couple of feet away. He was determined to kill Edris for killing his wh.o.r.e, but Edris wasn't letting that happen.
Edris let two rounds off in Chicago's back, causing him to collapse on top of his dead girl. He, too, was dead at the hand of Edris. Edris quickly grabbed the bag full of money and headed out the door, using his s.h.i.+rt to turn the k.n.o.b.
He hurried down the stairs and into the car. Edris' hands were shaking, and he was frantic as he tried to get off of the scene as quickly as possible. He had murdered before, but that particular one didn't sit right with him. He never murdered a kid, and to know that the girl was only seventeen weighed heavily on his heart.
As he turned off the corner, he noticed something in his rearview mirror. A cop had pulled behind him. He grew nervous as he suddenly remembered that there was a hooker in his trunk. ”f.u.c.k!” he said as he hit the steering wheel violently and peeked in his rearview mirror once again.
The cop hit his lights and sounded his siren. At this point, Edris' heart was pounding so hard it seemed as if he had a baboon in his chest trying to get out. Edris slowly pulled over and began to try to regain his composure. He wiped the sweat from his brow and cleared his throat as he waited for the police officer to approach his car.
”h.e.l.lo, Officer,” Edris said as he looked over his left shoulder and directly in the cop's flashlight.
”License and registration, please,” the officer said. Edris put on a fake smile and reached into his glove compartment. He handed it to the cop.
”There you go, sir,” he said.
”I pulled you over because you have a busted taillight,” the cop stated. ”I'll be right back.”
Edris couldn't do anything but sit and wait as he hoped like h.e.l.l that the hooker didn't make any noise to alarm the officer. After a few minutes of waiting, Edris noticed two other police cars pull up. He grew even more nervous as he wondered why the officer called for backup. Edris thought about grabbing his gun and shooting it out with the cops, but he chose to relax, knowing that he was outnumbered.
Without warning, Edris had three cops surrounding his car with their guns drawn. ”Put your motherf.u.c.king hands up where I can see them!” one of the officers yelled.
Edris' luck had run out. Just so happened that the girl in the trunk had busted out the light and managed to squeeze her hand out of the light's opening. When the officer noticed it, he immediately called for backup. One other thing: The girl in the trunk suffocated because of lack of oxygen.