Payback With Ya Life (22 page)

“Not a problem.”

“And call my brother to see if he’s home. If he ain’t find out when he’ll be there.”

Forever already knew that Briggen had gone back to Memphis the night before. He even had the directions to the house. His only concern was whether or not Shan knew he had gotten out. As Markeeta made the call he was going through his stuff, making sure he had everything.

Markeeta ended her call and said, “Okay, your brother went back to Memphis last night. But Shan ain’t sure when he’ll be back. I told her to call me when he does. Let me give you the keys to my hooptie.”

“Hooptie?”

“Yeah, nigga, you think I’ma give you my Lexus? I love you but not that damn much.” She handed him some Volvo keys.

He inspected them and said, “You play too much. I was gettin’ ready to say, how you gonna have a boss ridin’ a hooptie?”

“Whatever, boy, you can come back and spend the night. And here’s a cell phone.”

“I got one already.”

“Well . . . excuse me.” She twisted her neck around.

“You excused. But let me put your number in this phone and I’ma be out.”

“Already? You ain’t hungry?”

“Naw, I told you I’m in shock.”

“All right then.” She gave him the number and he headed out the door.

It took him over an hour to find Briggen’s house. “Damn,” he said as he slowed down in front of it and parked. He was glad that it was dark. He grabbed the camouflage-patterned bag off the floor and got out. He jogged up the front steps and rang the bell.

The sound of the bell startled Shan. She peeked out the window and saw Markeeta’s car. She groaned because she was tired and not feeling like entertaining company.

“Just a minute,” she yelled as she turned on the light in the family room.

“What are you up to, Markeeta?” She snatched the front door open to be standing face-to-face with Forever.

“Daddy’s home,” he said as he stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled as her heart rate sped up.

“Get that look off your face. And no, I didn’t escape.”

“Your brother isn’t here. So you need to leave.” She stood there in an attempt to stand her ground but was scared shitless.

“What makes you think I came here to see my brother? I came here to see you.”

“Me? Shouldn’t you be trying to see your wife and child?”

“Baby girl, don’t flatter yourself. However, I will be paying them a visit. But not until I’m finished with you.”

With Woo’s body burned to a crisp and Tami’s remains put somewhere never to be found, Briggen was pleased to see his plan falling quickly into place. He wanted Sharia to suffer, so he hadn’t decided what he was going to do with her. The club that she loved, and had really built up with her sweat, labor and connections, was burned to the ground. Maybe that was enough.

He was now kicking back at Mia’s and he had just fucked her into a comatose slumber. Satisfied with his performance, Briggen sat on the edge of the bed pulling on a blunt, trying to get his thoughts together. Once he was totally relaxed he decided to check his voice mail.

“Briggen, this is your favorite cousin. You know, the one who you’re buying a beauty salon for?” She giggled. “Well anyways, I got a big secret. My second-favorite cousin told me not to tell anybody but I can’t help it. We gotta give him a surprise party. Your baby brother, Forever, he got out this morning. He came by with new gear on, money in his pocket and lookin’ good rockin’ that jailhouse shine. I told him he could spend the night and gave him my car. Call me back as soon as you get this. Love you.” She made a loud kissing noise into the phone before hanging up.

Briggen got out of his voice mail and looked at the phone in disbelief. He then replayed the message.

“Fuck!” He immediately called Markeeta back but it jumped to her voice mail. He then dialed Nyla’s.

“Hello.”

“Nyla, it’s me.”

“Hey, Brig, what’s up?”

“You got something to tell me?” he snapped.

“Am I supposed to?” she snapped right back.

“What’s up with my brother? When did he get out?”

“What! He’s out? Briggen, if this is your idea of a joke, it’s cruel. I know you are mad at me and I fucked up—”

“Nyla. Forever got out today. He was by Markeeta’s earlier.”

“Why didn’t he call me? Markeeta’s? Why is he all the way in Detroit? He just
had
to go see that bitch, didn’t he?” Her voice was trembling. “That bitch got transferred out there and so did he.” She had no idea that Shan was shacked up with Briggen.

“Shit!” It dawned on him that Forever could be trying to get to Shan. “I gotta run.”

“Wait. Are you going to find him?”

“Yeah, Nyla. I gotta run.”

“Let me go. Please. Come by and pick me up. Please, Briggen. Do me this one favor. I gotta see my husband and apologize. Please, Briggen, let me go with you.”

“I’ll call you back.”

“Briggen, please, let me ride. I’ve never asked you for anything.”

“Okay, Nyla, damn.” He hung up.

She dialed her sister Lisha’s. “Lisha?”

“Girl, why is your drama-queen ass crying now?” she answered.

“I fucked up, Lisha. I really, really fucked up. Do you think there’s a chance that I could get him back? I gotta get him back.” She was crying like a two-year-old baby.

“Nyla, what the hell are you talking about?”

“If only I could have hung in there a little while longer. My man. My husband, he would have been here with me, with us. Now he’s home and he hates me. I turned him against me!”

“Forever’s home? Nyla! Forever’s home?” Lisha squealed into the phone.

“He . . . he got out today. Oh God, I messed up,” she sobbed.

“Oh, shit! Where the fuck is he?”

“I need you to come and get Tameerah. I’m riding with Briggen. He’s in Detroit.”

“Forever, why are you here?” Shan was trying her best to act as if she were cool, especially when he pulled out a gun and stuffed it under the sofa cushion. He then made himself comfortable on the sofa and pulled out a pouch. She watched as he dumped some coke onto her table and did a couple of lines as if she weren’t there in the room.

“You want some?”

“Forever, I think you should be leaving now.” She got up and went toward the door.

“Get over here, Shan,” he yelled at her. When she started to protest, he pulled out his brand-new burner and pointed it at her. “Bitch, sit the fuck down.” He was giving her a look that told her,
If you don’t I’ma blow your fuckin’ head off.
As she slowly took a seat across from him, his eyes roamed all over her body. “Stand up and turn around slowly. Let me look at you. Take off that robe.” He tucked the gun back under the sofa cushion.

Shit
, Shan said to herself. Now she was getting scared beyond shitless.
I know this nigga ain’t gettin’ ready to rape me
. Trying to think of something, she asked, “Since when did you start getting high?”

“Bitch, you don’t know me like that. But since you want to go there, since when did you start fuckin’ my brother?” He set the burner on the coffee table. The powder he had just tooted, along with her round luscious ass, was beginning to make his dick hard. He stared at her and licked his lips. “Pull one of them straps down over your nipple.”

“Why, Forever? Why are you doing this?” She slowly and methodically did as she was told.

Why am I doing this?
he asked his own damn self.
I’m fuckin’ mad, that’s why. Here I am home and my wife done moved on with the next nigga. Me and my brother ain’t even speaking. Me and my cousin Zeke fell out and got into a fight. And this bitch here is carrying my seed but is with my brother. What part of the game is this? How did my shit come tumbling down so fuckin’ quick?

“Can I sit down now?” Shan asked, breaking him out of his self-pity party. The phone rang and Shan ran for it, tripping over the ottoman. She crawled quickly on her knees and picked up the receiver. “Come help me somebody!” she screamed. “Please help me.”

“Kill the theatrics and hang up that mutherfuckin’ phone! Now, Shan!” he barked.

Peanut turned down his radio. “What the fuck is that nigga doin’ to my sister? Shan!” He heard yelling and then he got a dial tone. He called Briggen.

“What?” Briggen snatched up the phone. He was on the highway, pissed that Forever was out and possibly on his way to his crib. He had called Shan as well but hadn’t gotten an answer. To make matters worse, Markeeta wasn’t answering either.

“This is Peanut and I’m obviously feelin’ how you’re feelin’. Put my sister on the phone, maine.”

“I’m in my car on my way to see her now.”

“The fuck you is, nigga! I just got off the phone with her and she was crying. I heard you in the background. If she got one scratch on her . . . nigga, I put that on my momma, I’ma kill yo’ ass.”

Briggen beeped his horn. “You hear that. I’m in my fuckin’ car. You just said you spoke to her at the house. That’s my—”

“You had to have just left. I heard your mouth. I’m on my way to see my sister, and like I said, I better not see one scratch on her,” Peanut threatened. He hung up the phone, eager to put his foot in Briggen’s ass. Now he had a legitimate excuse. He almost smiled as he dialed Karin.

She must have been looking at the caller ID. “Peanut, to what do I owe this rare phone call?” she asked seductively. She was hoping that it was a booty call.

“Listen. I just called my sister and I think her and Briggen was fighting. I just spoke to him and he was in his car. I’m on my way down there but I need you to go over there and check up on her. Can you do that for me?”

“You ain’t said nothing but a word. I’ll head over there right now and with my pistol,” she teased.

“Tell my sister I’m on my way. Only use the pistol if necessary. ’Preciate it. I owe you one.”

“I got you. Let me get out of here.” She hung up, threw on some clothes and was out the door within minutes.

Forever had Shan standing in front of him butterball naked. Tears were threatening to fall but she was fighting back hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“How many months are we?” He leaned forward and kissed her stomach lightly. She wouldn’t answer so he slapped her ass . . . hard.

“I’m not sure, Forever.”

He slapped her ass once again. “Stop lying. You know how far along you are.”

“Forever, this is not right. Just leave and I’ll act like this never happened. Go home to your wife and daughter.”

He slapped her thigh this time. “Don’t insult me like that. You already know she left me to be with your punk-ass brother. So you know one of these bullets got his name on it, right?”

“Why, Forever? He didn’t do shit to you. Your wife made her own decision to fuck with him. Just like she made the decision to try and set me up.”

He grinned. “This ain’t about that. My boy Skye is dead and I know he did it.” He looked up at her and saw the surprised look on her face. “You didn’t know that, did you? Plus, he took my package that you gave him; your brother owes me money. He knew that was my shit. And he’s fuckin’ my wife, in my muthafuckin’ house! That nigga’s in total violation.”

She watched as he did two more lines. Then he pushed the table over and pulled her close to him as he slid up to the edge of the sofa.

Oh God, please
, she silently prayed. He began caressing her ass. “Why you do me like that, Shan?” He slid a finger up inside her dry pussy.

“Forever, don’t,” she pleaded while trying to figure out a way to get the gun he had tucked under the sofa cushion.

“Why, Shan?” He was workin’ her pussy and it was getting wet.

“Why do you care, Forever? All you did was use me, play with my mind and my feelings.” He found her clit and gave it lazy strokes with his finger. “N-no, Forever.” She tried to move his hand but all he did was pummel inside her coochie with two fingers, exploring and teasing. She then felt his mouth on her nipples sucking and teasing wickedly, going faster and harder in her pussy. “Oh God, no.” She was trying her best to fight the feeling that was threatening to overwhelm her. She exhaled when his fingers came to an abrupt stop and his mouth left her aching nipples alone. But then he spread her legs and her pussy and began eating her out. She clenched her teeth, but that didn’t stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks. Her stomach did a wild somersault, her knees buckled and she began cumming all over his face and mouth.

Forever had a devilish smirk on his face that she wanted to smack off. “I knew you missed Daddy.” He unzipped his jeans and out sprang a dick so hard that she began shaking her head no.

“Briggen don’t eat you out that good and make you cum like that, do he?” he boasted. “Come here. You know you got that good pussy.”

“No, Forever,” she pleaded as she began backing up. She snatched up her robe and put it on. He snatched up the burner from under the sofa cushion. “I . . . said . . . come here.”

“Kill me, nigga. Kill me and your seed. That’s the only way I’ll let you violate me any further,” she spat.