The California Saga (16 page)

 

 

I asked my right-hand man, “So you sure that bitch never came home?”

“The muthafuckin' mail in her mailbox is piled up and shit, no lights ever on at the crib, and ain't no noise coming from the house. That bitch ain't there. I sat on her block 'round the clock.”

“What about her ride?”

“I don't see that shit. I been to all the spots. I seen Touch on occasion here and there, but she was never with that dude. I don't know what to tell you.”

I ended my conversation with my homeboy who I had sent from California to Virginia so that he could locate Jewel, see what was the deal with my dough. Just like a scheming trick, Jewel wasn't nowhere to be found.

“Fuck!” I screamed. I stood up and punched a hole into the wall of my bedroom. I repeatedly called Jewel's cell phone, but she wasn't picking up. I called from block numbers and unblocked numbers, but it didn't make a difference. She was definitely ducking me. I knew that was the reason why she was screening her calls. I called one last time, determined that this was gonna be the last time that I called that bitch.

“Jewel, I don't know what kinda shit you on, or who the fuck you think you dealing with, but understand this, at this point, shit ain't even about the money, this shit is about being disrespected. Don't think that just because I fucked you that I won't personally murder your ass.”

I ended the call, getting more and more vexed by the second.

It didn't make no sense on harping on the shit because I still had a lot of moves to make, and other shit to stay on top of. One thing was for sure, in the end, if that bitch didn't come through, her little pretty ass was definitely gonna pay.

I was planning on meeting one of my new lieutenants named Poppo at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. Since so much heat was on me and the people close to me, I felt that it would be smart to start adding new layers of people between myself and those I was doing business with. So my plan was to start grooming Poppo, who I trusted the most, to handle shit for me in Virginia, and that was what we were gonna be meeting at Roscoe's to discuss.

While I was driving toward Roscoe's, my cell phone rang. I noticed the caller ID had a 757 number on it. I answered the phone, “Yo.”

“Calico?”

“Yo, who dis?”

“It's Jewel.”

I immediately pulled my car over to the curb so I could speak to that bitch with no distractions.

“You got some big-ass balls, Jewel. You do know that, right?”

“Oh my God! Calico, what are you talking about? I heard the message that you just left me, and I'm like, ‘What the fuck is going on?' ”

“Jewel, let's not play this fucking game, a'ight? 'Cause I swear that if I was next to you right now I would choke the shit out your little gold-digging ass!”

Jewel was silent and didn't say shit. All I heard her do was sigh into the phone.

“Jewel, where the fuck is my money?”

“I paid that shit to your lawyer. Ask her where the fuck your money is. I really don't need this bullshit, Calico.”

“Your ass is still talking shady? Yeah, a'ight. You and Touch can stay on that snake shit if y'all want to, but on the real, y'all are fucking with the wrong dude.”

“Call that bitch right now.”

“Call who?”

“Your fucking lawyer. Three-way her ass, 'cause I wanna hear her say she ain't get that money. I know who I paid the fucking money to.”

I was definitely not in the mood for no bullshit games. “Jewel, I ain't fucking calling nobody, 'cause you full of shit. You been ducking my calls, not calling me—”

Jewel cut me off in mid-sentence. “What the hell are you talking about? I was out of town in New York on business, so I didn't have time to call you back.”

“What fucking business?”

“Ghostwriting business.”

“You full of shit!”

“Oh, so now I wasn't outta town? Calico, I can fax you the contract that I went out there to sign.”

I didn't respond to Jewel.

“So now you don't want to call her. Look, I'm telling you to call the lawyer, so I can hear what this bitch is saying. Now, if you don't want to call her, then that shit is on you. But you better stop blowing up my phone about this bullshit.”

“Test me if you want to, Jewel. Keep tryin' my patience. That's all I'm telling you. And you can tell Touch the exact same thing. You think this shit is funny? Some fuckin' playtime because you wanna pretend to act all hood and shit? Okay, let's see who's having fun after I'm done with yo' ass.”

With that said, I hung up the phone. I knew there was no need for me to three-way Jewel into my lawyer's office. I had already paid my lawyer the money that I owed her. I paid her that shit out of my pocket, not out of the money that Jewel and Touch were trying to play me for. And I knew that there was no way in hell that my lawyer would ever try to get over on me about no money issues.

But, like I had said, Jewel and Touch could test me if they wanted to. They were definitely fucking with the wrong cat, 'cause I wasn't the one to be fucked with. My temper was rising, and my revenge list was getting longer by the day. Niggas and bitches alike were beginning to take me for a pussy, and it was time I started to make an example out of someone.

 

 

I couldn't find Ciara anywhere. Just like her bum-ass friends, her lazy ass wasn't ever about getting off her ass and doing shit. I knew there was only one place that she could be, and that was at her homegirl Monica's house. Sure enough, when I pulled up to Monica's house, Ciara's car was parked in the driveway.

After parking my car in the middle of the street, I jumped out and went to Monica's front door and started ringing the bell like a madman. I wasn't a short-tempered kind of dude. In fact, I had a real long fuse, and I definitely wasn't one to be hitting on no chicks. That wasn't me at all. But with certain bad memories continuing to flashback in my mind, something had snapped. I knew that I was about to cross that line to “woman-beater” status.

I was trying to keep the thoughts out of my head, but I was having no such luck.

Even as I rang Monica's doorbell, I continued to have flashbacks of Ciara fucking one of my workers when I was locked up. My flashbacks continued, as I was reminded of the night I came home and my girl had burned my money and bleached my furs.

Then I was reminded of that phone call I got when Jewel was fucking Calico. My otherwise easygoing nature was gone, leaving me with an anger that I'd never experienced before. I was literally looking to fuck a bitch up, and there was one just behind this door that needed that serious-ass beating.

A voice from the inside asked, “Who is it?”

“It's Touch.”

After I said my name, everything went silent for a few moments. Then I heard some rumbling around inside before the door flung open to reveal Ciara standing there in her bare feet, jeans, and a top. She was drinking a Heineken, and in the background, I could hear Judge Mathis on the television.

Ciara looked me up and down. She didn't say anything, but her body language was screaming, “What the fuck do you want?” She then took a swig of her beer.

Looking at her ghettoness just disgusted the shit out of me. I couldn't help but slap that beer right out of her hands.

With no other words being said, Ciara just went crazy and started swinging on me like she was the female heavyweight champ Laila Ali. “You don't be coming in here like you own the place, tryin' to put your fucking hands on me!” she barked, landing punches and scratches to my face, chest, and arms.

I hauled back with one right hook to her jaw, sending her straight to the floor like a rag doll.

I immediately put my foot on her neck and applied as much pressure as I absolutely could, hoping to snap that shit in half.

“Ciara, I'm asking you one time—Did you fuck that nigga?”

Just as I said that, Monica came charging at me with a steak knife. Luckily, I saw her just in time and side-stepped her and grabbed hold of her wrist and bent it all the way back. She screamed out in pain and dropped the knife.

“Ahhh shit!” I screamed as I looked down and realized that my baby mother had just stabbed me in my calf with the broken Heineken bottle. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled. I kicked her in her mouth and proceeded to stomp both her and Monica right there in Monica's doorway. There were no words for the pain I was feeling, but there were many in between all the blows I was inflicting.

Apparently we had been making so much noise that one of Monica's neighbors came running over to see what was going.

I hollered, “This ain't none of your fucking business, miss! We all right. Everything is all right!” and slammed the front door shut.

I picked Ciara up off the ground and flung her across the room, and when I caught up with her, I grabbed her by her hair and punched on her like she was a human punching bag.

Meanwhile, Monica was still on the floor, clutching her wrist and writhing in pain.

“Did you fuck Calico?”

Ciara looked at me with the little bit of energy she had left. She looked as if she was trying to spit on me, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was blood. Through her tears and ragged look, she said, “You're such an insecure pussy. Maybe if you weren't fucking Diana, I wouldn't have fucked Calico.”

I looked at Ciara in disbelief, wondering how the fuck she knew I'd fuck Diana.

“Look at you, looking all stupid in the face. Yeah, that's right. Your boy told me. Calico told me all about your little sexcapade with that trick. And after a smack in the face like that, all I could do was fuck the nigga. He laid it on me so damn good. I knew it was worth it.”

At that point, I sort of snapped out of the rage that I'd slipped into. My leg was stinging like a bitch. I looked down and saw a patch of blood staining my pants, and there was blood all over my sneakers.

“Yeah, I fucked him! And he wasn't no weakdick nigga like your ass! What you need to be doing is watching your back, muthafucka!” She tried to laugh, but coughed up blood. “From what I'm hearin' in the streets, you a snitch, and Calico is gonna git you.” Ciara had enough energy for that last sentence then she passed out.

A neighbor burst open the front door and came inside the house. “Monica, you okay? I already called the cops. They should be here soon.”

I looked over at Ciara and started to get angry at her ghetto-ass again, but thankfully my rage had subsided enough to limp out of the house, jump in my car, and pull off.

Before I could make it home, both Sasha and Jewel began taking turns blowing up my cell phone. I really didn't want to speak to either one of them, or to anybody for that matter, so I let all of my calls go to voice mail as I continued on home.

I went straight to my bathroom and applied rubbing alcohol to the gash on my calf that Ciara had caused. “Uggghhhh!”

Sasha had stopped calling me, but Jewel was continuing to blow up my phone.

Through my pain, I finally decided to answer.

“Jewel, what's up?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“Damn, Touch, you sound like you taking a shit or something,” Jewel said.

“Nah, that fucking bitch Ciara cut my ass.”

“What? When did this happen?”

I went on to explain everything to Jewel, and she made me describe the cut to her.

“Can you see the white meat?”

“Hell, yeah. I see white meat, red meat, and some blue stringy shit.”

“Oh Lord! Touch, you ain't gonna patch that shit up with no Band-Aid. I can tell you that right now. You need to take your ass to the emergency room and get stitched up.”

I looked at the three blood-drenched towels that I had used to try and stop the flow of blood coming from my cut and realized that Jewel was probably right. “I think you right.”

“Okay, so you going now?”

“Yeah.”

“Which hospital you going to? I'll meet you over there.”

“Sentara Leigh.”

“Okay, I'm on my way. Wrap your leg as tight as you can with a T-shirt or some shit before you leave the house, a'ight? I'll be there as soon as I can,” Jewel said to me and then hung up the phone.

When I made it to the emergency room, I saw that it was crowded. I figured that I might have to wait for a while, but after I gave the nurse all of my personal information, she came from around her desk and took a quick look at my cut. After examining it for about thirty seconds, she ushered me right into the back where all of the other nurses and doctors were tending to patients.

“That was quick.” I smiled. “You letting me skip all those people out there?”

“Well, I'm not sure, it looks like you may have severed muscle tissue. I don't want to have you wait out there for too long and take a chance on you properly using the leg ever again.”

I thought about my baby mother.
I'ma kill that bitch!
I followed the nurse, until she situated me in one of the rooms. She told me, “Sit on the bed. A doctor will be right with you.”

Thankfully, after fifteen minutes or so, a doctor examined me and determined that although the wound was deep, it didn't affect muscle tissue. “It it was awfully close. We'll get you stitched up and out of here within a half an hour or so.”

I nodded my head in agreement. I then lay back on the bed, propped my head up on the pillow, and stared into space. My quiet was then interrupted by my annoying-ass ringtone.

“Leave me alone. Shit!” I looked down at my cell phone and saw Sasha's number pop up. “Hello?”

“Touch, it's Sasha.”

“Yeah, Sasha. What's up?”

Sasha sucked her teeth. “See, I knew it. So it was just about some pussy, right? ”

I didn't say anything.

“Uh, sir, I'm afraid you can't use the cell phone in the hospital,” a nurse said to me.

Thank God. Saved by the nurse,
I thought.

“Sasha, listen, I'm in the hospital right now and I can't talk, but I'll call you back.”

“Yeah, whateva.” Sasha abruptly hung up.

“I'm sorry about that,” I said to the nurse as I put my phone away.

No sooner than I had put my phone away, Jewel came walking into my room.

“Hey, pookie face,” she said as she walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Jewel was looking good as hell. My dick got hard instantly, just looking at her divalicious self. At that moment, I realized I was actually playing myself by giving a fuck what my baby mother did, and for giving two shits about Sasha and how she felt. I realized that Jewel had everything I wanted and needed in a woman. I knew that I had to make her my girl and that we had to move forward in some type of commitment shit.

“You okay?” Jewel asked.

I looked down at her peep-toe stiletto heels. “Damn, them some sexy-ass shoes.”

“I got these when I went to New York.” Jewel smiled. “You like 'em, huh?”

Before I could even reply to Jewel, two police officers walked into my room.

“Trayvon Davis?” they asked.

I attempted to sit up as straight as I could. “Yeah, that's me. What's up?”

“Just relax, sir,” one of the cops said to me.

One cop went on one side of my bed, and the other cop went to the other side. Each cop grabbed one of my arms and placed a handcuff on each wrist and then proceeded to also cuff the railing of the bed that I was sitting on.

“What the fuck is this?” I yelled.

“Trayvon Davis, we're placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used . . .”

This is some bullshit!
I said to myself as the cop continued to read me my rights. I don't know why, but just then a nervous smirk came across my face.