Trapstar 3 (13 page)

“Damn, you’s a fool, mafucka.” Cowboy said, shaking his head. “Ain’t nobody gonna give you shit, nigga.”

“Oh yeah. Well I’ma make sure all ya mafuckas go to jail about this body.” Herman threatened. “Have my fuckin bread by tomorrow or get ya front door kicked in by Charlotte’s finest!” Herman yelled.

“Like I said, fuck you nigga, and we ain’t given yo trifling ass shit!” Cowboy said hitting end and slinging the phone on the bed.

He stood quickly and began putting on his clothes. Lorraine slid her top over her head and walked over to Cowboy. She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips. She could tell whatever Herman had said to Cowboy had affected him, and she could see worry through the anger in his eyes.

“What did he say, baby?” Lorraine asked softly. Cowboy shook his head and slid on his pants. “Cowboy, what did he say?” she said again.

“He wants money baby… money in exchange to not go to the police about the body. This nigga asking for a million dollars.” Cowboy said laughing as he put on his shoes.

Lorraine fell on the bed; her mind was racing. Herman was a ruthless and cruel man. She had stayed with him all these years out of a sense of tradition and what was right. It was time she stood up for her family and herself. She deserved to be happy, and she was going to be.

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Brianna and Selena pulled up in front of Bravo’s restaurant at Northlake mall. Gwen had chosen the location and Brianna the time. They had decided it would be best to leave Chatima at the house, just in case. Although the situation had some tension, both women were hoping that the whole thing was a simple misunderstanding. Gwen and Diamond were already seated and eating when Brianna and Selena sat down. Brianna didn’t waste any time, and got right down to business.

“So what’s this I hear about someone trying to cut me out of something I put together, trying to help their hungry ass out?” Brianna asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Look Brianna, we all just trying to eat out here, you can understand that, can’t you?” Gwen responded while pointing at the plate of pasta she was feasting on.

“Ladies, how about you order you some food and let’s eat first before we get down to the business,” Diamond suggested.

“We’re not hungry, thank you.” Brianna responded.

“You see, and there lies the problem, Brianna. You not hungry anymore. You happy with just getting your money and letting things be. But it’s a new day, Bri… A new era is here and women are at the top of the food chain in North Carolina. We trying to take over this shit, and I’ma be real wit you, because I really appreciate everything you and Selena done for me during my time of trouble. See this ain’t just about me, this about my family, MHB, and I gots to do the best thing possible for them because I swore my life to this shit.” Gwen said while pointing at her MHB tattoo.

“Well, I like the way you showing your appreciation.” Brianna shot back sarcastically.

“Again, Brianna, it’s not about me and you know what I’m saying is real. The truth is, me and my crew got this city on smash. So before me and you eventually bump heads, I wanna give you the option to get down wit my team.” Gwen said, crossing her hands on the table.

“And what team is this supposed to be?” Brianna asked with an attitude. She was becoming a little irritated with the hidden ultimatum Gwen put out there like she wasn’t going to catch on.

“Wait a minute, ladies…” Selena cut in, seeing that it was getting a little heated between the two women. From the way Brianna and Gwen stared at each other, she could tell that this was going to lead to something much more serious if they didn’t calm down.

“Gwen, can you agree that it was kinda fucked up that you let Bri set up the meeting with Ana, and then you went behind her back?” Selena asked in a sincere tone, hoping to get some order back to the conversation.

“Like I said, Selena, that was not my intention. I told Brianna that we got trap houses and street dealers that need to be fed. I don’t have time to wait for her to make moves so I can keep my family straight. So since she wasn’t returning my calls, I went to the source. I was still going to give her something for the hook up, and I’m offering her and you a chance to get down with my crew.”

“Gwen, baby how you going to offer me a chance when I’m the one that gave you one, and maybe that was a bad decision on my part. But don’t worry, I won’t be making any more of those. Oh, and remember you not the only one with an army or crew. Other people do have guns, missy.” Brianna responded.

Diamond and Selena looked at each other, knowing that they had two egotistical women. So when it came to defending their reputations on the street, both would fight to the bitter end. Brianna felt like she was being pressed to get down with Gwen’s crew or collide with her in the future if she declined. She took it more like a threat than anything. Truth was, Gwen wasn’t making threats; she was merely speaking facts. Her crew did have the city in a headlock, and it was only a matter of time before her and Brianna’s teams crossed paths. Brianna had wanted to fall back and MHB was pressing on the accelerator. For now, the best thing Selena and Diamond could do was separate the women and try to fix things at a later date, because right now, too much had been said. Tempers were flaring to the point where talking things out was about to be out the door.

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Brianna left the meeting with an attitude. Nothing had been settled, and she still needed to deal with Herman’s ass.

“And who da fuck is she to be talking about her city and her crew got it on smash,” Brianna snapped, looking out onto the road as she drove down the street. “I never heard of no MHB. And why da fuck are you worried about what blocks I run?” she continued, smacking the steering wheel. Selena didn’t speak a word. She knew Brianna was just venting and really didn’t want an answer to the questions she was spewing. Brianna’s phone ringing was the only thing that kept her from talking to herself the whole ride.

“Hey Daddy,” she said as she put her earplugs in.

“We got a problem. Where are you at?” Cowboy spoke.

“I’m on the block dealing with another issue.” Brianna said looking back at the trap house, she was pulling up in front of. She wanted to make sure everyone in her crew was on point, just in case shit took a turn before her and Gwen could get it worked out.

“Well, we got another predicament. I need you to meet me at the gas station on Statesville road in about twenty minutes, and make sure you are strapped, baby girl. Watch yourself.” Cowboy said before ending the call.

Brianna sighed. She needed things to calm down. She had not known her father long, but Cowboy was cold as ice, and it would take a lot to unnerve him. She could hear stress in his voice, and if there was stress in it, it had to involve Herman. She hadn’t heard from his lame ass since their shoot out.
Not hearing from him was just as bad as hearing from his stupid ass,
she thought to herself. It just meant he was cooking up some damn scheme. He was probably waiting for the right moment to strike. She should have put a bullet between his eyes when she had the chance. He should have joined Tank in that damn hole. Brianna placed the car back in drive and changed direction, heading for Statesville road.
Damn,
she thought to herself. She could only handle one problem at a time, and right now, she really needed to be handling her money and block.

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Gator was relaxing in the bathtub. The last lick Jonathan and his crew had taken down had yielded some good cash. Now, she was in need of drugs if she was going to keep her South Carolina and Detroit connection going well. She had to make sure Jonathan and them found some new victims quick, and they needed to hit the house before the drugs had been exchanged for money. She texted Jonathan to come home as quickly as possible. She had a crazy night of sex planned for them both. She knew how to keep her young pup motivated, and tonight she was planning to take him to the next level of his sex game.

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A.J. pulled on the weed as he sat two blocks away from Betty Ford Rd, the same place where Jonathan brought him before the lick to do his research. Kevin’s death wasn’t sitting right with him and the only thing that could ease the pain was getting revenge. Jonathan killing one female in the warehouse wasn’t enough. More needed to be done, and A.J. was up for putting in the work, even if it was by himself.

“These bitches got a nigga fucked up,” A.J. said, exhaling the weed smoke.

The whole car was cloudy. A.J. reached over and grabbed his cell phone out of the center console. He didn’t know whether he was going to make it out of there alive, so he decided to call Jonathan, just in case.

“Yo, what it do, homie?” Jonathan answered, looking over at Gator who gave him a look like he better not even think about leaving the house.

“Aye yo, I miss my nigga,” A.J. spoke into the phone. “He didn’t deserve dat shit, homie,” he said, almost bringing himself to tears.

Jonathan could see the combination of alcohol and weed all in A.J.’s speech. He knew that A.J. was still having a tough time coping with the loss of Kevin. He just didn’t know to what extent.

“It’s gonna be alright, Brah, just tell me where you are, so I can come and get you.” Jonathan said, not wanting A.J. to be riding around high and drunk.

“I’m out here, Brah. I am about to take care of these bitches,” he responded, taking another puff of the weed. “All these bitches gonna die,” he said, reaching back and grabbing the AR-15 off the back seat.

He put the phone on speaker and sat it on the dash, so that he could talk and smoke weed, while he admired the beauty of the assault rifle that was sitting on his lap at the same time.

“A.J., don’t do nothing stupid, Brah,” Jonathan spoke, worried that he might have been too late. “Just tell me where you’re at my nig, so that I can come and get you,” Jonathan pleaded.

“Yo, I love you, my nigga” A.J. said, cocking a bullet into the chamber of the large gun.

Jonathan knew that sound all too well, and he knew that if A.J. had gotten that far, it wasn’t no turning back. He couldn’t try and talk him out of it if he wanted to, and before he could even attempt to, the phone went dead.

Chatima lay bored on the couch. She had been watching nothing but TV all day, and was wondering if coming to visit her big cousin in North Carolina was a good idea. She took out her phone to check the time. Before she placed it on the table, the name Selena came up with a buzz. She had just thought her up.

“Yo, what’s up, cuz?” she asked.

“Nothing much, I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know it will be a little while before we get back. Also, I need you to do something for me, to put my mind at ease.”

“Sure cuzzo, what’s up? What you need?” Chatima asked, unsure what she could provide to calm her cousin’s mind.

“I need you to go into my room and grab the large black Gucci backpack and take it down to the basement. When you get to the wall on the far left side, let me know.”

Chatima did has she was instructed, and when she got to the wall, she pressed all the necessary buttons to get the secret door panel to move aside, revealing a stash room. The small six by nine room contained ammunition, a selection of guns, money and more product. Selena told her to leave the bag in there. She and Brianna weren’t sure what Herman had told the cops. So as a precaution, they didn’t want large sums of money or drugs lying around in the house if the cops decided to show up.

“Done, big cuz. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Chatima asked.

“No, that’s it. Thank you, sweetie, and I promise, we going to hang out all day tomorrow together, ok?” Selena reassured Chatima.

“You promise?”

“I promise!”

“Ok, talk to you later.” Chatima hung up the phone.

As she stepped out of the room, she paused. A chill ran down her spine; she felt like she wasn’t alone. A sour smell drifted to her nostrils. She began to reach for a gun she saw on the shelf back in the room, but something hit her hard in the back of her head.

Chatima screamed as she fell to the floor. Her vision was blurry for a moment. She tried to reach up to grab something to help her stand, but suddenly she couldn’t breathe. The sour smell was right on top of her, covering her face. She continued trying to get up.

“Come here bitch!” Chatima felt something slice into the back of her knee, and then an arm was around her neck. She tried to elbow him, but he lifted her off the floor and continued to apply pressure to her windpipe. She felt four more stabs; the second stab caused her body to become paralyzed. He had jabbed the blade into her back. Tears ran down her face, as she felt the darkness surround her.

“Yeah bitch, that’s right, die.” Herman said as he tightened the chokehold and slid the blade one last time into her back before letting her limp body fall to the floor.

Herman kicked Chatima and she didn’t move. He turned on the light and walked into the small room. Chatima hadn’t had time to close the door. Herman stood there and smacked his hands together while laughing.

“Hell yeah!” He looked at the dope and guns.

Herman spotted the large black duffle bag in the corner. He unzipped it and took out a stack of money. There had to be at least 100K in the bag. Herman laughed and kissed the bundle of money. He was about to leave when he realized that one of the guns on the table could have been the one used to kill Tank. Damn, at first he had thought that coming to Brianna’s house was a bad idea, but now it could be really paying off for him.

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Brianna and Selena pulled into the Pilot gas station on Statesville Ave. Cowboy was waiting at pump three like he was getting some gas, and cautiously checking his surroundings for any signs of danger. He didn’t trust Herman one bit. That’s why he kept Lorraine close by him, and he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight.

“Hey Dad,” Brianna said, after rolling her window down. “Is my Mom in the car with you?” she asked, not getting out of the truck.