The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis (15 page)

              The lil’ chick Alonzo had over here was nasty as fuck but I didn’t mess with her young, thick ass because I had a feeling she was underage. He was zooted out of his mind on some coke Jacori slid him for his efforts yesterday so I paid his ass no attention.

              “Damn nigga what you doin’ with my phone?” I asked snatching it. He held his hands up covering his face thinking I was about to hit him.’

              “Put ya hands down nigga. I asked what you was doin’ with my phone?”

              “You did tell him to answer it, didn’t you?” the young girl replied wiping her mouth.

              “First of all stay in a child’s place. Second of all don’t talk to me with cum dripping from your mouth.” She got up running to the bathroom embarrassed, while Alonzo and I laughed at her.

              “Somebody had called you but it was the wrong number,” he explained. I checked my call log and true enough I didn’t recognize the number, so I finished off my bowl of cereal in peace. When I was done I walked past the bathroom where ole girl was scrubbing her face with one of Alisha’s decorative hand towels. I just laughed and walked into my room, collapsing on the bed. I didn’t feel like doing shit. I was still feeling some type of way about yesterday. I looked over to my night stand and lit what was left of my blunt while taking a swig of Grey Goose.

              I was in the zone and feeling good when a knock on my window woke me up. I sat up slowly because my head was spinning. I wondered who the fuck would be knocking on my window as I stumbled over to it still holding my bottle. I was surprised to find Legacy outside and she didn’t look happy. I didn’t want to fuck with her right now, but before I could say anything I heard my front door opening.

LEGACY

             
After my girl called me and told me what that nigga had done, I was livid. I was in the middle of getting the scoop on yesterday from Jacori and Javon when she called me crying. She said she hit Makayla, but didn’t get an answer. I grabbed my .380 as soon as Jacori got up to piss and I rolled out. I was tired of this nigga and was about to dispose of him like the trash that I knew he was. I bumped Tupac
Brenda Got a Baby
as I sped over to Alisha’s house.

              I was about five minutes away when Jacori hit my phone, but I wasn’t about to answer. I saw a bitch sitting on Alisha’s car as I pulled up, but as soon as she noted my pissed expression she stood back up.

              “How you doin’?” she spoke as I strode past. I pulled my gun out of my waistband.

              “This is how the fuck I’m doin. Is Kortez in there?” Her eyes got wide as saucers as she shook her head. I knocked on the door and shook the handle, but apparently he had locked it so I walked around to the bedroom window and began beating. When I saw his red-rimmed eyes it was on. I walked back around to the front as ole girl was walking in and pushed her to the side before snatching the bedroom door open. I pulled out my gun and popped off a shot breaking the bottle in his hand.

              “The fuck? Legacy, are you crazy? What’s wrong with you?” he asked circling around me with his hands up in surrender.

              “You the most low down nigga I ever heard of. You gonna call my girl while getting ya dick sucked? I’ll shoot that bitch off right now!” I barked as he covered his private parts.

              “I don’t know what you talkin’ bout Legacy. I ain’t called her!”

              I fired a shot just above his head for lying to me. Alisha told me in grand detail everything Kortez said to her, so there was really no point in him lying. I started to kill that bitch in the living room.

              “Somebody call the police!” he yelled over my shoulder. I kicked the door closed with my foot and shot on the floor by his feet for being a bitch.

              “I never liked you and I know you never liked me. You thought I had too much power,” I closed in on him as he cowered by the window. “You couldn’t stand how my husband always respected me like a boss either huh?” He shook his head no, but I knew he was just trying to be spare. I aimed at his vision and was about to squeeze the trigger when the door busted open.

              Alonzo looked coked up out of his mind as he held his hands up. “Don’t shoot! It was me! I called her! I was tryin’ to get him back!”

              “Well why the fuck didn’t you say so in the first place?” I turned towards Alonzo delivering a shot between in his dome. I stepped over his body as soon as it fell then looked back at Kortez. “Clean this shit up and get your act together before it is you the next time.” I stuck my gun back in my waist band and walked out of the house as easily as I had come. Jacori would be mad, but he was gonna have to get over it.

JACORI

             
“Slow down. I can barely understand what you’re sayin’ nigga.” Davion continued to talk in warped speed so I sat down on the bed, putting him on speaker while I texted Legacy. I don’t know where she went in the blink of an eye like that, but I knew it had to be some shit. I could tell from the way she was looking when she was on the phone that some bullshit had gone down.

              “Mane, this bitch Jasmine done got some shit started! Makayla was downstairs now she done up and left and I don’t know what she ‘bout to do. I knew I should of left that bitch alone! She know about the shit with Breland and everything, mane!” Now that part caught my attention because it involved me.

              “What you mean she know about Breland?” I asked.

              “I just called the bitch and she was laughing talking ‘bout the whole beat-down was captured on camera. They even got Alonzo driving off in your car. This bitch knows everything!”

              “Fuck! I told you it was a bad idea to do that shit! Why the fuck nobody wanted to stick to the plan?” As he rattled off a list of excuses I placed my head in my hands. Now I was really about to have a problem with Legacy. The whole scene from yesterday evening unfolded in my mind as I began to analyze.

             
“I think we should have made Tez leave with us so he don’t be spazzing,” Javon said as he texted on his phone.

              “I was not about to make that man leave his wife. Put that damn phone down and watch the car ahead of us. You get side-tracked too easily,” I complained. Javon kept his eyes on Kortez’s truck, making sure Alonzo didn’t try to pull nothing while Davion rode in front of him. We had to make sure we snatched my car and pulled it off seamlessly. I kept having a feeling that we were moving too fast but everybody else seemed to think we had perfect timing.

              I lit a blunt to ease my mind as Javon turned on the radio. I cut my eyes at him and he cut it back off. I hated fuckin’ with him sometimes. We rode in silence for the next 25 minutes until we got two streets away from his house. I pulled over in front of an abandoned house and Alonzo and Davion followed suit. I sent a text message to Davion giving him the instructions to walk through the cut and peep over at Breland’s crib.

              Davion stepped out of his car and made it through the tall brush area next to the abandoned house. After five minutes he returned, giving me the signal as he got back in his car. I hopped out and knocked on the truck door where Alonzo was waiting.

              “Don’t wreck my shit and don’t speed,” I warned. Alonzo nodded his head before running across the street. I motioned for Javon to hop in the driver’s seat before returning to my own car. I was nervous as fuck when five minutes had passed and there was no sign of Alonzo.

              “Sent a boy to do a man’s job,” I muttered climbing out of the car. Davion and Javon followed me through the cut. As we approached the house I could hear the sound of scuffling. Breland had Alonzo in a head lock, but quickly released him when we walked up. I was the first to grab Breland, throwing him on the ground. Alonzo started kicking him in the ribs, then we all went in on him landing kicks and punches wherever we could.

              I stopped the moment I saw blood, but shortly thereafter I heard the loud echoes of police sirens. Alonzo jumped in my car and mashed out while me, Javon, and Davion ran back to our cars. I was out of breath like I ran a marathon by the time I got back in the car. I could feel myself getting dizzy but I peeled out right behind them. It felt like the sirens were getting closer the faster I drove, but that was just my paranoia.

              After going through four traffic lights I finally slowed my ass down as I followed Javon to the spot. I was nervous when I didn’t see my car, but it finally showed up when we were around the corner from my nigga Big Weedy’s chop shop. He was standing outside smoking a cigar as we pulled up. He motioned for us to go around the back. Davion and I parked in the grass as Alonzo and Jacori pulled into the large metal garage.

              “My nigga always come through. I know you gotta’ be tired of losing whips like this, but time is money and a nigga likes to eat,” Big Weedy said, dapping me up. I had lost several cars over the years from misdeeds, but I always ended up with something hotter so I wasn’t trippin’.

              “You know how it is bein’ a trap star. Make sure them niggas check that trunk before your boys touch it,” I instructed.

              Big Wendy puffed out his huge leathery lips. I swear this nigga looked like the Michelin tire man. “You know I am thorough with my work. What I owe you?” I gave him the side eye as he slid his hand into his 6x joggers and pulled out a nice size wad of cash. He peeled off 20 large before walking over to the garage. I knew I was taking a loss on my car and Tez’s truck, but the most important thing was I still had my weight in the trunk. We were in and out within minutes. I thought it was all good until now.

              “How you know this bitch ain’t bluffing Davion?”

              “Trust me this bitch knows what she’s talking about.”

              “Hold that thought. This is Legacy calling me.” I clicked over waiting to hear her explanation for leaving without telling me.

              “You ought to be glad that I love you,” she asserted.

              “What? What do you mean? Where are you anyway?”

              “I am about to go see my girl in the hospital, but that nigga Tez almost just lost his life. Speaking of that though, Alonzo wasn’t so lucky.” 

I pulled the phone away from my ear making sure I hadn’t heard her wrong. “What did you just say?”

              “I said that Alonzo wasn’t so lucky. He is a done deal now. We don’t have to worry about his sneaky ass anymore. And as far as Breland, I got my own set of plans for him since you all were too scared to finish him yesterday.”

              “How do you know what happened yesterday?” I asked Legacy.

She laughed animatedly into the phone. “I don’t miss a fuckin’ beat. I got cameras on that nigga’s house just like I got cameras on Davion’s and Kortez’s. I don’t trust any nigga. I will deal with you when I get home, though.” Legacy hung up the phone, and even though I heard Davion talking, but I didn’t have nothing left to say. My wife thought her dick was bigger than mines and I was about to have to show her for the first time who wore the pants.

MAKAYLA

             
To say I was hurt was putting it mildly. I had just ran all that shit to Alisha about her man and how she needed to be encouraged while my man was out getting STD’s and shit. That note had me mad as hell; especially knowing I had heard that bitch Jasmine’s name before. Sure there were a lot of Jasmine’s in Memphis, but I specifically remember Davion introducing one to me at my birthday last year. We were having drinks at The Happy Mexican when she walked up, but I was drunk and couldn’t remember what she looked like.

              Too embarrassed to call my girls, I went on and had dinner by myself. My lobster, creamed spinach, and chef salad was not half as good as it would have been if we were together.              “Why you always gotta’ be a fuck up?” I questioned myself. All my life I never got the good guy; maybe because I always found them to be boring. I slid my ring off of my finger, placing it in my purse as I called the waitress over for my check.

              “Oh I am so sorry. I forgot to inform you that your dinner has already been taken care of.”

              “That’s the least my little cheating ass husband could do,” I muttered under my breath as I fumbled around in my purse for her tip. “I guess this is his little way of making up for ruining our anniversary, but it’s gonna take a lil’ bit more than dinner to fix this shit. Sweetie, don’t ever get married because these nigga’s ain’t worth the headache.” I handed the waitress a 20 and took another sip of wine.

              “Your husband?” she looked confused. I followed her eyes over to where a nice looking dark-skinned man with low cut waves and slanted eyes was looking at me. He raised his glass, so instinctively I did the same. I couldn’t front like he wasn’t thank-ya-Jesus fine as he made his way over to my table in his perfectly tailored Brooks Brother suit and Brahmin driving loafers. His crisp white shirt contrasted from his dark skin, making his whole body seem to glow.

              “Give the lady back her money. I will take care of your tip. The waitress returned my 20 as he handed her a black card. “How was the service my dear?” he asked. I tried my best to ignore the New York accent because they always did something to me.