67. Four #2
"Go on," Ms. Cassandra said, pushing Lacey away. Once she was gone, Ms. Cassandra grilled Hood and me. "Don't get that girl's hopes up for nothing."
"Never that," I said. "Look, Ms. Cassandra, that nigga Buckee and his daddy?"
"Not shit niggas that need to be dead," she said, waving me off.
"Agreed."
"Y'all gonna wait for Buckee?" She asked, and I nodded. "Park your truck in my backyard. Buckee ain't gonna stop if he sees your car in his driveway. Nigga might be dumb, but he ain't stupid."
"I ain't trying to get you involved."
"You are standing on my porch, talking to me. I'm already involved. Go on and move your shit before he gets back."
***
Thirty minutes later, we were parked in Ms. Cassandra's backyard waiting on Buckee. The sun was setting, and the block was coming alive. A few kids left Ms. Cassandra's house and ran home.
"Somebody tipped them off," Unc said, breaking the silence in the car. "We should go."
"Give it another thirty," I said while still watching the house. "He’s coming back."
"Or that high ass girl tipped him off," Unc replied.
"She couldn't tell her ass from her face; she ain't said shit," I chuckled.
"You ain't got much time before Corinthians is out of her meeting. The funeral wasn't long."
A car pulled into the driveway, and I leaned forward.
Buckee got out the driver's side, and the passenger door opened.
Javien Walters Sr. got out. Father to NBA star Javien Walters Jr., who at one point played for the KC Kings.
Jr wasn't shit, a no-good nigga who we found out recently had a hand in assaulting one of our friends.
The Queens coach, Diara LeBlanc. Javien Jr. and Sr. worked for Robert.
Javien Sr. was also Melissa's father. The bitch that pretended to be Cori's friend and set her up to be raped by Robert.
Buckee being his child wasn't a surprise.
It seemed like Javien Sr. only had one good seed, and that was Fable, Pyrite's fiancé.
Javien Jr. trying to sell her to pay his debt was Fable's blessing and the rest of the Walters' downfall.
"Nigga ain't changed, I see," Unc said, watching Sr. "Dumb ass nigga."
"Which one?"
"Both."
We waited until they were on the porch to get out of the car. I tapped on Ms. Cassandra's window as I passed it to let her know we were on the move, then headed to the back of Buckee's house.
"Are we knocking again since I can't kick the door open?” I asked. Hood grunted, and Unc laughed.
"Just open the door, Four," Unc said, pointing to the back door. While we were waiting, he'd picked the lock, so we had a way in.
I opened the door and waited. The first thing I heard was Javien Sr. yelling at Buckee.
"This young bitch too high!" Sr. yelled. "I don’t fuck high pussy!"
"I can be a good girl," Missy slurred. "Logan made me a good girl."
We walked into the living room, guns already in our hands, just in time to see Sr. push her away. He pulled his dick out from his pants and peed on her. "Drink my piss, bitch," he insisted. Missy lay there, mouth open, so high she had no idea what was going on.
"Nigga, put that shit up!" I yelled and shot him in the thigh.
Sr. dropped to the ground holding his leg while Buckee struggled to get his gun from his pants.
"Too slow." I shot Buckee in the shoulder, making him drop his gun and fall into the wall.
I approached Javien Sr., grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, picked him up, and slammed him against the wall. "I know some people looking for you."
I didn't wait for him to reply before I dropped him and kneed him in the face.
His head snapped back, hitting the wall, then he slid down the wall.
I lifted my foot and kicked him in the face, not stopping until I saw his teeth on the ground.
I wasn't done with him yet, but that would do for now.
I turned around to see Buckee in a chair, a gun to the back of his head being held by Hood.
Unc sat on the couch watching us with a smirk on his face.
"The fuck y'all doing in my house?" Buckee said. He looked between the three of us.
"At least he doesn't seem scared," Hood chuckled, then pushed his gun into the back of Buckee's head. "Doesn't make him too smart though."
"The fuck I gotta be scared for?" Buckee asked. "Y'all niggas bleed and hurt just like me. Ain't no reason to fear y'all."
"You almost got it right," I replied. I pulled the coffee table from the middle of the room in front of Buckee, then sat. "We all bleed, but only y'all feel pain. Me and him don't." I pointed at Unc.
Buckee's brow went up, then he smiled. "You that nigga son," he said, then nodded. "I heard about you. Did all that fighting and shit as kids. Couldn't handle it. Got your ass beat one too many times, but that bitch."
I grabbed Buckee's right hand and bent it backward until I heard it snap. Buckee yelled in pain and grabbed it with his free hand.
"Disrespect my wife again and I'll break every bone in your body one by one while you're alive," I stood and yelled. "Do you hear me?" I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed. "Do you hear me! Never disrespect my fucking wife again!"
"You're going to kill him before he gets a chance to answer," Unc said.
I squeezed until Buckee's eyes started rolling into the back of his head, then let go. I sat back on the table while he gasped for air and held his broken wrist.
"My wife is off limits," I calmly told him. "Do you understand?" My brows went up when he didn't answer, so I reached for his other hand.
"Yeah," he grunted as he moved away.
"Say it."
"Your wife is off limits," he said.
I nodded then smirked. "Now explain to me why you thought it was a good idea for you to watch Robert rape my wife."
"I didn't," he denied.
"You did."
Buckee shook his head. "I didn't, I ain't ever been around when he raped no bitch," he insisted. I stood, and he held up his uninjured hand. "Wait, nigga. I ain't lying! I been around before or even after, but never during."
"Do you know who my wife is?"
"Nah, but it doesn’t matter, " he insisted. "I know what the fuck I be doing. I ain't around when no nigga is with a bitch." I pointed to Missy, still passed out on the floor. "That nigga dick don’t work! He always finds a reason not to fuck on them."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Wake that nigga up and ask him," he said. "I’m telling you his dick don’t work."
"So, you are saying you're innocent in all this?" I asked. "You expect me to think that your name would be given to me by my brother and that you're innocent?"
"Your brother is Trey, right? That nigga other son?"
"Yeah."
"I only been around that nigga a few times, years ago," Buckee said.
"The last time was when Robert had the doctor put nut in that girl.
The one Robert is obsessed with." He nodded.
"Robert can't get his dick up either. His wife always fucking on niggas that work for him and shit. She done got a few of them killed.”
The room went quiet, and my breathing changed. What the fuck was he talking about? What doctor? His wife? My mama was fucking on niggas? None of that shit made sense.
"My wife was inseminated?" I asked him.
“What the fuck is that?” Buckee asked.
“You said that he had a doctor there; the doctor inseminated my wife with Robert’s sperm.”
"That girl is your wife? The one Robert’s obsessed with?" He asked. Surprise was written all over his face. "You niggas really share like that? I ain't fuckin’ no bitch that nigga has touched. Ever."
"Answer my question!" I yelled. "My wife was inseminated?"
"If that girl is your wife, then yeah. Robert had nut shot into her," he replied.
"Why?"
"I don’t know," he shrugged. "That was some years ago, but I remember my pop calling me, saying that Robert was going to make some moves and needed muscle.
Offered 60k for a few hours of work. I didn't think shit of it; came to the house and stood around while the doctor worked.
Robert handed me my payment, and I left.
After that, I was on call for that nigga.
Every time, same amount of money to watch the same girl for a few years. I eventually moved up the ladder."
"Why?" I slowly asked him. "Why did he have you there?"
"I already said I don't know," Buckee answered. "I never asked questions; the answer didn't matter as long as I got paid."
"Do you know my wife's name?"
"Everybody called her Robert's pet."
"Corinthians,” I corrected him.
"Like in the Bible?" He laughed. I looked at Unc, who grunted. "Oh, y'all surprised I know the Bible? Don’t be, I go to church every week. Well, I did until recently; my pastor died, and our church burned down."
"I'll make sure to thank my homeboy who did it," I said, then leaned forward. "Now back to the story of Robert having my wife inseminated. He didn't rape her?"
"He ain't fuck her," Buckee said, shaking his head. "Nigga had nut put in her. Said he was making a super baby or something like that."
"A super baby?" My heart slammed against my chest as anger filled me. "A fucking super baby!"
"That’s what he said. He kept going on about how he'd failed with his other kids but wouldn't with that one. Nigga was so giddy that he nutted as he sat in the chair next to her. Jacking off as the doctor worked."
"Fresh sperm," Hood said, and I nodded. My stomach turned.