Trapstar 3 (16 page)

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I think that I might be able to help you out with ya situation. All I really need is the green light from you so some of my girls can move out on it,” Gwen said, looking over at Selena.

Selena had told Gwen about her plans to murder Herman, and all she needed to do was locate him. She didn’t want to give him a quick death; she wanted to make him suffer. She also wanted to make sure he died by her hands and her hands only.

“Yeah, we can move on that.” Selena responded, not taking her eyes off the view.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Gwen said, heading back into the condo.

“Where are you creeping off to?” Selena playfully said, walking back into the condo behind her.

“I got some business to take care of myself. A guy came through one of my blocks shooting the other day. One of my friends was shot and he damn near killed me too.”

“Daaammm!” Selena said. “Do you know who it was?”

“Yeah, and already taken care of him, but I still got one more to go. That’s why I gotta leave right now,” she said, heading for the door.

“You need me to come with you?” Selena asked.

“Nah, I’m good. You just chill out for tonight and call me when you get up in the morning.” Gwen said, before leaving.

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Jonathan sat on the bed and stared at the ceiling fan as it turned. There was a knock at the door, then it opened. Lorraine walked in and climbed into the bed with her son. She knew no matter how much he tried to act like he was all grown up, he was still her baby boy, and right now he needed the love and comfort of his mother.

Jonathan tried to fight back the tears, but feeling his mother’s arms around him made him feel safe, and secure. The tears began to flow. “I’m alone, Mama… my boys are gone. They gone.” he said, holding on tightly to his mother.

Lorraine did not understand what had happened, and how two of Jonathan’s closet friends ended up being murdered within weeks of each other. She wanted to grill Jonathan, but her heart wouldn’t let her, so she decided to just be there for him. There would be plenty of time later to ask all the questions she had running through her mind. She had raised her children to be productive and progressive citizens. Her daughter was a drug dealer, along with her younger sister. Now the one child that she thought would have a normal life was drawn into something dangerous and dark too. Herman, who had always been a monster, was tormenting them all. Her family was in danger of being destroyed, and she had to figure out a way to stop it from happening.

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Brianna and Kasy had made their way to the last of her trap houses. Kasy had disappeared after the shooting, but showed back up this morning. His being calm at the news of Chatima’s death had made Brianna nervous. She looked over at him as she opened the door of her car to walk up to the trap house.

“Kasy, how you holding up?”

“I’m holding, sis,” he said as he looked up and down the street. “I hope you know I’m gone kill yo step daddy.” He said with a deadly glare.

Brianna laughed. “Well, you gonna have to get in line for that.” she said as they approached the trap house.

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Ivory walked over to the SUV that Gwen was sitting in. Gwen did not stop playing Candy Crush on her phone. Ivory stood silently while Gwen completed her round of the game. Gwen sighed and rolled the window down.

“So, what you got for me, Iv?”

“I know we got dude that shot up the block. He came out the house and ate some lead. He had on the same clothes he had on when he sprayed ya the other day. They had some firepower, and Boom took one to the shoulder. Dank is stitching her up right now. That was when we pulled out, and as we were leaving, a dude came out shooting.”

Gwen looked at her manicured nails as Ivory talked. “So a dude came out shooting at you?”

“Yeah a young dude. I can’t be sure that he is one of the one’s that was at the condo.”

“I’m sure that is our third nigga, and I want you to give the other license plate to our contact downtown. Once you get that info, I want you to take his ass out.”

Ivory nodded. “Oh damn, I almost forgot to tell you, guess who else was there at the house.”

“Who?” Gwen asked, looking at Ivory like ‘bitch just tell me who.’

“Girlie from the sit down at the restaurant the other day.”

Gwen raised up in the car. Ivory had piqued her interest.

“Which girl from the sit down?”

“The boss lady… the light skin long hair chick… the one you had the words with.”

Gwen looked down and then back at Ivory, “Damn… ole girl Brianna got more balls than I thought. Look like she really might be about this life.”

Gwen rolled the window up and started the SUV. Maybe this crew of young boys was some of Brianna’s people. Had she really underestimated her? One thing she was sure of was this business was going to be over with soon. She was going to make sure of it. First, she had to make sure everyone in the city of Charlotte understood and respected the three letters her crew represented, or the morgue was going to be getting a lot more business.

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“Alright, listen up guys. We will be meeting my C-I shortly. He states he knows where the body of a murder victim is, and he can lead us to the weapon. I don’t want Mrs. Campbell and her father escaping this one.” Detective Sanders said as he popped an antacid. “So nobody do shit unless you hear from me. Remember, these people are armed and dangerous.” Sanders said as he passed a sheet with pictures of Cowboy, Brianna and Jonathan on it.

Sanders did not put too much into what Herman was saying at the beginning, due to the alcohol that reeked from him. Herman had explained to Sanders that this Tank guy owed Cowboy and Brianna money. They had kidnapped him and brought Tank to his house. Cowboy was a known hired gun, and his stepdaughter was a drug king pin. He was fearful of both of them. They tortured the man for hours, and then Brianna ordered Cowboy to kill hm. Herman said he had come home to find his son and Cowboy wrapping the body up. Brianna and Cowboy had threatened to kill him if he said anything to anyone.

Herman made sure his performance was Oscar worthy. He added that due to the stress of trying to keep this secret, he had been drinking more than usual. He knew his son had helped them dispose of the body, and had found out where only a few days ago. He figured that he had to come to the police with the information. He explained he didn’t’ come forward sooner due to not having any proof of the murder.

Sanders had researched the backgrounds of Cowboy and Brianna. The two looked good for the murder. The young one, Jonathan, seemed to be just a regular college kid that was just pulled into a bad deal. Herman played that angle up as well. Although he wanted Jonathan to pay for his act of disloyalty and disrespect, he didn’t want to see him in the same kind of trouble as Cowboy and Brianna. He totally left Charrise out the picture, knowing that he had done enough to her already. Lastly, he was saving Lorraine for himself, but he knew he had to get the others out the way to have a clear path at bringing down his wrath on her.

“Let’s go, and remember to move only on my demand. Keep in mind if they draw first, we will take their asses down.” Sanders said as he strapped on his bulletproof vest.

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Herman winced in pain. He knew he had only a little time to have the surgery done to repair his intestines and pancreas. The pain was getting worse by the day, and the drinking had stopped numbing the pain. The money he had taken from Brianna would more than pay for the surgery, but he needed more for him to go off and start a new pain free life. He could leave now, but the thought of them mother fuckers being here happy was just too much for him. He wanted them gone, either by casket or by gavel.

Cowboy sat in his car watching the motel. Lorraine had given him names of cheap places that were near juke joint bars that Herman liked to go to when he wanted to have a night out. Cowboy had shown his picture to the clerk along with a hundred dollar bill. The clerk told him what room Herman was in and that he had been there a couple of days. Cowboy handed her another hundred and went back outside to his car. He knew that Herman would be leaving his room soon to meet with Brianna. He could not kill Herman at the hotel after the clerk had seen him and knew he was asking about him. He would have to make sure that he took him out swiftly and disposed of his body.

Cowboy studied the door marked with the number 41. He was checking his watch, just as Herman walked out the door. Herman took a drink from a bottle in a brown bag.
This nigga is pathetic. The world will be a better place without him occupying space in it.
Cowboy thought to himself as he exited his car. He checked the .45 automatic to make sure he had the safety off.

Herman began his walk to his vehicle, mumbling to himself and drinking.

Cowboy picked up his pace as Herman got closer to his car. On second thought, he was going to take this fool out right here. Cowboy intensified his pace and raised his gun. He was within ten yards of Herman, when Herman suddenly turned around, and locked eyes on the gun, and then Cowboy. Cowboy took satisfaction in seeing Herman’s face before he pulled the trigger. He smiled at Herman and began to squeeze the trigger. Tires squealed and a black minivan pulled up behind Herman’s automobile.

“Shit,” Cowboy said. The police had shown up, but how?

The door opened and women wearing black bandanas and hoodies jumped out. They had automatic weapons pointing at Herman. One of them hit him with the butt of the gun in the face.

Herman yelled.

“Move nigga!” one of the women yelled as she pushed him towards the van.

The second female looked back at Cowboy standing with his gun drawn and opened fire in his direction. Cowboy ran towards a parked car. He turned and fired back before jumping behind the car as bullets zinged by him.

“Let’s go! We don’t have time for this!” Cowboy heard one of the females yell.

The bullets stopped and Cowboy waited a few moments before he looked up. He heard the sound of the tires screeching out of the parking lot. He slowly stood, just in time to see the van disappear onto the side street. He put the gun inside his pants and began to walk back towards his car. He opened the door, took a deep breath, and felt a burning sensation in his side. He looked down at his light blue shirt and a red spot was growing on his right side.

“Shit.” Cowboy said as she started the sedan. He looked in the backseat and grabbed Lorraine’s wrap. He pressed it against the wound and pulled out of the motel parking lot just as the blue lights were approaching.

Brianna checked her watch. She threw the large duffle bag on her shoulder and began to walk towards the patio of the restaurant. As she sat down at a table, her phone whistled with messages from Jonathan and Kasy, letting her know that they could see her and were nearby. She placed the duffle bag under the table. She did not have anywhere near the million dollars that Herman had demanded in the bag. She twisted the ring on her index finger and checked the streets for any signs of her stepfather. He was ten minutes late. She was beginning to get nervous. She had followed his instructions without flaw.

Brianna began to wonder why he had not shown up yet. He was specific about wanting her to meet him outside. Her street senses kicked in. She knew Herman really didn’t care about the money. What he cared about was revenge, and pain. Her paranoia began to get the best of her. She looked around at some of the windows and began to wonder if Herman was in one them with her in cross hairs. She wanted to leave, especially now that it was twenty minutes past the time for him to have his ass there.

“Where the fuck is this nigga?” Brianna mumbled to herself.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Danny. May I get you something to drink?”

Brianna huffed and checked her watch. “Uh yeah, just some water for now.”

“Yes ma’am,” the waiter said as he placed a coaster on the table.

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Detective Sanders sat in the back of the small cargo truck. He watched Brianna on the monitor.

“You should have eyes on one and two now.”

“Yeah, yeah subject one is the brother, correct? But did you ID the other person yet?” the officer asked.

“No, the plates go to a Mitzi Jones. We trying to see if he is in our system by face recognition. Where the hell is this Herman guy?” Officer Thompson asked as he poured some coffee.

“I don’t know, he’s late. I tried his phone but it went straight to voice mail. Send a unit over to that motel; he should be here by now.” Detective Sanders said to Officer Thompson.

Thompson nodded and took out his cell phone to send uniforms over to the motel.

Sanders looked at his watch, and then zoomed his camera in on Brianna’s face. He could see she was as anxious as they were. She was looking around and biting her lower lip. Something was off, and he could feel it, but all they could do right then was wait.

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Brianna’s phone vibrated against the table, making her jump. She looked at the screen. Cowboy was calling. She knew he was probably nervous and anxious about the meeting.

“Hey Daddy, I—”

“Baby girl, I got hit, and I am trying to make my way to the hospital.” Cowboy said. He was breathing heavily, and Brianna could hear traffic in the background.

“Daddy, what? Where are you? Who shot you?”

“I, I don’t know, I…” Cowboy’s voice faded, and all Brianna could hear was the sound of cars and the wind in the window.

Cowboy struggled to stay conscious. This wasn’t the first time he had been hit with hot lead. He could tell by the color and the amount of blood that the bullet had hit or nicked something major. The road in front of him began to sway back and forth. He shook his head, trying to stay focused.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Brianna yelled into the phone as she grabbed the black duffle bag and slung it back over her shoulder.

Jonathan and Kasy could tell by the pace of her walk that something was wrong, and began running back to their vehicles.