Chapter 1 #3
“Oh, so let me guess, Chaun-Cey… You must be fucking with this bitch, too.”
Kori sizes Tamika up. I can tell Kori is about to pop off. I swear, this is not the fucking place. I just want to get this baby sucked out of Tamika’s loose-ass pussy and keep it pushing.
“Aye, Tamika, mind yo fucking business; don’t worry about who I’m fucking. What I do ain’t yo fucking business.”
“Chaun-Cey, you got me?—”
I swear, Tamika wants me to hurt her and embarrass her ass in public.
I roughed Tamika up. All eyes are on me and this hoe.
At this point, Tamika is begging for attention.
If she wants to put it on the floor, we can.
I don’t give a fuck. I cupped the bottom of Tamika’s chin, drawing blood from her pink ass gums.
“Aye, hoe, stop fucking testing me. Today I’m not fucking around. If you want to keep popping yo shit, I suggest you shut the fuck up before I remove yo tongue from yo big-ass mouth. My dick will be the last dick you fucking suck.”
All eyes are still on Tamika and me. I hear the patients and nurses gasping and whispering among themselves.
I don’t want this kind of attention, but I knew Tamika was about to show her ass.
Dr. Smith meets us in the back, clipboard in hand.
He looks at me and shakes his head. Trust me, this is the last fucking place I want to be.
“Hey, Chauncey, what are we doing today?”
I don’t hesitate. I don’t know why Dr. Smith is asking a question about some shit he already knows the answer to.
“She’s here to get an abortion.”
“How far along is she?”
“I don’t know, but if she’s saying it’s mine, it gotta go today.”
Tamika turns on me.
“Chauncey, I told you I wasn’t pregnant.”
I look at her slowly.
“I heard you, but I don’t believe you. I’m going to let my doctor tell me what the fuck it is. Dr. Smith, do me a favor and have one of your employees go into the restroom with her while she takes a piss.”
Silence.
Dr. Smith looks at me and shakes his head.
“Chaun-Cey, you’re violating my privacy.”
“Fuck yo privacy.”
Dr. Smith takes Tamika back with him. I don’t trust her ass; Tamika’s word ain’t shit to me. Kori decides to stand in front of me, looking stupid and shit. I refuse to look up and acknowledge Kori. Kori can move around, too, before I move her ass around.
“I can’t believe you thought it was okay to bring this hood rat to my job to get an abortion.”
Silence.
I ignored Kori because I’m not trying to have this conversation with her.
The shit I’ve got going on right now has nothing to do with Kori.
The abortion clinic is not the place to talk about any of this shit.
Kori presses her nails into my scalp, trying to get my attention.
I hate when hoes do this shit. I swear I don’t want to embarrass Kori, but I will because she’s violating my space.
I finally speak—quietly.
“Aye, Kori, keep your hands to yourself. I ain’t really in a good mood. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your co-workers, so chill.”
“You already embarrassed me.”
“Stop talking to me so I won’t have to embarrass your goofy ass again.”
“You—got me fucked up.”
“Aye, Kori, this is my last time telling you. Please ease the fuck up. I know yo ass is feeling some way, but all the hood rats come here to handle their business, so act like you fucking know. Ain’t shit changed.”
Kori storms off, pouting and running her mouth.
I’m not about to go back and forth with this crazy-ass girl over shit.
I don’t owe her any explanations. She’s right about one thing, though.
I wish I hadn’t come here. I’ve been dodging her ass for months, and the last place I want to be is here, seeing her face, but it is what it is.
Kori needs to play her position and stay the fuck out of my business.
Ichecked the time on my AP. I’ve been here for almost 2 hours. I wasn’t expecting this shit to take this long. Dr. Smith brings Tamika back out, and she has the biggest smile on her face.
“What the fuck are you smiling for?”
“I told you I wasn’t pregnant.”
“Is this true, Dr. Smith?”
“Yes, we ran a urine sample and a blood sample. Tamika’s not pregnant.”
“Good looking out, Dr. Smith.”
I hand Dr. Smith a wad of cash. It’s time for me to move. A nigga like me got real shit to do. I push Tamika toward the exit of the abortion clinic. Kori stares us down as we head out. She’ll get over it as I step outside the abortion clinic. I check my surroundings before I take off.
Outside, the air feels wrong.
Heavy.
Like something’s sitting on my chest, but despite how I feel, everything looks good to me. I opened the door for Tamika’s thot ass. She slides into my Range Rover.
I pulled out of the abortion clinic. I need to bend a few blocks, but I need to drop this hoe off.
I don’t want to be anywhere near her lying ass right now.
I should’ve called her an Uber or Lyft, but I didn’t.
Fuck it, I dodged a bullet. I might as well spin the block down Miller Road; yes, I’ll pop my shit before I drop her ass off.
I took a right on Armstrong Parkway. I noticed it’s a car that’s been trailing me since I left the abortion clinic.
I’m trying to see what the fuck these niggas are on.
“Aye, Tamika, do me a favor?”
Tamika looks up at me to see what I’m talking about.
“Oh, so you want to talk now?”
“I don’t. I need you to hit Simmy and True’s line to see where they are.”
“Okay, how am I supposed to do that?”
“Siri got damn dumb ass.”
Tamika uses Siri on my iPhone. Simmy answers the phone on the second ring.
“I see you handled that lil business quickly?”
“I did… This hoe was bluffing. False alarm, my nigga, but there’s some weird shit going on out here in these streets today.”
“Like what, nigga?”
“It’s some pussy-ass niggas who have been following me since I left the chop shop.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Drop the LO, nigga, and what the fuck are they driving?”
“I ain’t never turned the LO off, NIGGA.”
“Cool, I’m headed in that direction. I’m about 15 minutes out. True, and Coop finna pull up in about 11 minutes. Are you waiting for them niggas to bust a move, or are you going to let off a few rounds? Let those niggas know we see ‘em.”
“I ain’t really in a position to let this Choppa talk unless I’m on the passenger side.”
Tamika starts panicking and shit. I’m finna kill these niggas.
“Alright, nigga. I’m 15 minutes out.”
“Cool.”
Click.
Tamika pulled down the sun visor to be nosy and shit. I really need this hoe to fucking drive. I ain’t never run from no nigga, and I’m not about to start.
“Aye, get yo ass over here and sit on my dick. I need you to control the wheel.”
“Chaun-Cey, I’m scared.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t as long as you do what the fuck I say.”
Rain comes down harder.
Tamika slid onto my lap as I asked her. I moved over to the passenger seat.
I can’t believe some niggas have the nuts to follow me.
I’m not surprised. It’s always a nigga trying to take the throne.
These niggas really don’t want smoke with me.
I grabbed the AK-47 from under my seat. I took off the safety.
I wonder what these niggas are on, since they haven’t made a move yet.
Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop…
Bullets start flying from multiple directions. Where the fuck are Simmy, True, and Coop? The Monte Carlo begins to close in on us and runs into the back of my Range Rover. Tamika keeps driving. The Monte Carlo bumps us again from behind. I will never let these pussy-ass niggas get the drop on me.
Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop…
I lowered the passenger-side window to let my Choppa do all the fucking talking.
These niggas up the fucking ante. There’s more than one nigga in that Monte Carlo.
Bullets start flying from multiple directions.
It sounds like a fucking marching band outside this motherfucking car.
Oh, somebody gave these niggas the drop on me, for sure.
Tamika keeps driving. She presses the gas pedal. We start spinning out.
I swear to God, this shit won’t end the way these niggas think it will. What’s their fucking endgame? Tamika starts drifting, loses control, and crashes into the wall. These pussy-ass niggas slam into us from behind and the passenger side. The Monte Carlo keeps ramming my Range Rover from behind.
Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop…
More bullets fly, shattering the windows.
The glass shattered everywhere. These niggas are really trying to fucking kill me, but why?
Where the fuck are Simmy, True, and Coop?
I’m fucking outnumbered. The passenger door is yanked open.
These niggas in ski masks start emptying the fucking clip.
Tamika starts screaming. I never thought I would go out like this if I survived this shit.
I know there’s a God; if there isn’t, I hope there’s a place in Heaven for a G like me.
Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop…
Tamika is the last bitch I want to see on my deathbed.
Damn, I wanted to get shit right with Rhy.
These pussy-ass niggas hit me up. I’m bleeding the fuck out.
Damn, where the fuck are my niggas? I can feel my life slowly slipping away.
I swear this bitch riding shotgun with me ain’t worth a damn.
One of these pussy-ass niggas snatches the door open.
My eyes lock with his. I’m still a killer through and through.
“Aye, bitch-ass nigga you finna die tuh day.”
“Stop singing, nigga, and do what the fuck you came to do, even on my deathbed. I ain’t never bitching up, pussy. I ain’t finna beg no nigga to spare my fucking life. Do sumn before I drill sumn.”
These niggas let out a few more rounds in my fucking body. I heard Tamika screaming and shit.
Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop… Pop…
“Call the police, hoe?—”
That’s the last thing I remember before I started bleeding the fuck out.