TYCE 5 (15 page)

Rayshon
and I parted ways and then headed in opposite directions. He had passed me his room key card before he left. I stood outside of the door and looked around the parking lot as the sun was just starting to come up. I opened the door quickly with my gun in my leather gloved hand.

Detective Walsh was laying on the bed naked face up with a blind fold on. I smiled to myself and shut the door behind me quietly.

“Did you bring the ice? I want you to put it in your mouth while you suck my cock.”

I walked over to the be
d and snatched the eye mask from his chunky face.

“
Wasup bitch? You thought you got away huh?”

Walsh just froze on the bed. He didn’t dare move with a loaded gun equipped with a silencer pointed at his surprised face. He took a deep breath and stared at me.

“You don’t want to do this. I’m a fucking cop for God’s sake! I’m not the one who kidnapped your family, Khalil did!”

“And he’s dead.” I responded
coolly.

“Look, ok, I
…I… I have money! You can take it. You can have it all. I won’t come after you and you have my word on that. I will not come after you anymore.” He clasped his hands together.

I smiled down at him. “I’m not
gonna kill you…
you’re
gonna kill you. I’m not stupid enough to kill a cop. I don’t need that kind of heat on me.” I tapped his flat forehead with the barrel of my gun. “You feel like writing?”

“What? What kind of fucking question is that?” Walsh was starting to turn as red as cranberry juice.

I took a pen and pad out of my back pocket. I tossed it on his flabby chest along with the pen.

He scowled at me. “What is this shit?”

“Consider this your retirement party. I want you to write this message:
I can no longer live a double life. I have been lying to my wife and my family for far too long. I’m gay, I’m depressed, and I don’t want to live anymore
.”

“I’m not writing that
crap! You’re trying to set me up for suicide!”

“Damn right boy. And if you don’t put a bullet in your brain
, I’ll make a call and your whole family will be blown up while they’re sleepin’ in their beds. It will go down officially as a gas leak, but your wife Lacy, your son Chandler, and your dog Angus will all be extra crispy just in time for the morning news.”

Detective Walsh slammed his head against the flat pillow in frustration.

“Who’s at my house?” He closed his eyes.

“The curly head man that was carrying the money earlier, he’s ex-military Special Forces.”

I picked up Walsh’s police issued nine millimeter from the night stand, emptied the clip and left one in the chamber. Then, I put my gun to his head.

“Write the note nigga.”

Walsh exhaled heavily. “I can’t believe that little fairy Rayshon set me up!”

“He didn’t set you up…I did. Now write the fuckin’ note!”

After several long seconds of contemplation, he snatched the pen off his hairy stomach angrily and began to scribble on the paper. After a few seconds he was finished and he threw it across the room.

“You call your dog off.” He snarled at me.

I smiled back. “As soon as you shoot yourself in the head I’ll cancel it out. You got my word. I’m not a piece of shit like you, so my word is bond. I want you not your family, but I’ll take you all out if you don’t put a bullet in your brain by the time I count to five.”

I pressed the gun again
st his head with more force that time. I put his own gun in his hand and shoved it in his mouth. I watched as he held it shakily.

“One, two,
three…”

Walsh clenched his eyes. “
Uhhggggg uhhgggg!”

“Four…”

“Uhhnnnnnn uhnnnnn ughhhhhh!”

Bang! The single shot rang out. His head jerked back against the cotton pillow. The pillow went from albino white to crimson red as his bloody brain matter soaked into the fabric. I backed away from the body, picked the note up from the door and placed it on the table. I took the time to wipe down the room hitting all the common places for finger prints. I didn’t have to really worry about any leftover hairs because
Rayshon told me he shaved every inch off his body…including his crotch.

I wasted no time leaving the fresh crime scene. I snagged
Rayshon’s keys and man bag and left. I stepped out into the morning sun feeling like a new man basking in fresh rays of sunshine. Walsh was dead and no one would be looking for me because of it.

I love
d it when a plan came together.

When I finally arrived back home after Detective Walsh took his own life with my gun pointed to his head
, I was exhausted. It had been a long two days and I was dead tired. I knew he would go through with it when his family was in danger. The man may have been a coward, a liar, and a dirty cop, but he was still a father and a husband at the end of the day. He knew I wasn’t the type to bluff, so he had no choice but to off himself. Honestly, his wife was better off without him. No woman wanted to be married to a man who had a part time job as a cop and a full time job as a gay sexual predator. On top of that, it was only a matter of time before someone killed him. You can’t go around fucking with people and not get fucked with back.

Thanks to my mom, I still had all the personal info on punk ass Detective Walsh. She gave it to me just in case I needed it. I was grateful that I had it because he was the prime suspect in my mystery shooting. Sure, Roman pulled the trigger
, but I knew he wasn’t working alone. I baited Walsh with the one thing he couldn’t resist…young ass. Once I knew for sure he was behind everything, the trap was already set.

Paying
Rayshon two grand for his services was the best money I ever spent. He kept me posted on Walsh’s movements like a human GPS. I had to wait until I knew he was guilty to move on him though. That

decision almost backfired when Khalil snatched up Khari and Angelique. I had inside men on both situations and the strategic planning pa
id off. I found out who shot me, I took care of a dangerous enemy from my recent past and my crew and I had gotten paid in the process.

That was cool and everything. Don’t get me wrong
, I was happy we came out on top. However, now that that was over, I had time to think about my personal life. Specifically Dallas and Angelique.

Later on that evening after I took a long nap, I woke up with one fin
al decision looming in my mind.

The next day I walked out of one store; and two hours later I was sitting in a room along with 29 other people. I chose to sit in the middle to blend in. The person I was looking for stammered in through the door right on time. I smiled because I was about to have some fun.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.” He walked to the front of the room. “It’s good to
see you all. Let’s get right to it.” The black haired man in his late thirties rubbed his hands together. “Who can tell me what the overall theme of Stephen Ambrose Band of Brothers was? I trust you all read it last week. So who can answer the question?” He looked out over his class as he paced back and forth.

Two hands shot up instantly including mine.

“I know, I know!” I waved my hand emphatically.

“Yes sir. Oh, you’re new here.” He pointed at me.

I casually stood up from my seat. “Yeah, this is my first day.”

“Well, welcome, I’m Professor
Crantz.”

“Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I come up front?” I pointed to the big white poster board.

He rubbed the front of his light blue dress shirt. “Sure, I love enthusiastic students. Come on down.” He waved me over.

I walked pass
dozens of curious people who were looking up at me. Everybody in the class was anxious for me to answer the question. Once I got to the front of the room, I stopped and turned to Professor Crantz.

“Bree told me to tell you
hi by the way.”

He looked astonished. “
Ummm ok, ahhh tell her I said hello.”

“I’ll do that. Hey, can you tell me how the human brain reacts to blunt force trauma?” I cocked my head to the side.

“Excuse me.” His voice went up an octave.

As soon as he said that, I slammed my fist into his thick mustache. The force of the blow sent him reeling backwards. His legs gave out and he crashed on the floor face up. The students went silent and their mouths opened up in shock. I heard a few airy gasps.

I leaned over his body. “You see when the human head is struck hard enough; the brain slams against the inside of the skull and begins to shake causing temporary loss of the five senses. So, I hope you can hear me right now.” He started coughing, but I kept talking. “Bree is my little sister and she told me all about how you attacked her. That was a big mistake ‘cuz I don’t like anybody fuckin’ with my family. I suggest you find someone your own age to date and leave her alone. ‘Cuz if you don’t…I’ll keep teachin’ your dumb ass lessons on how to treat a lady every fuckin’ day.” I tapped the space between his eyes, causing him to flinch. “Oh and she better get an A in this class, or I’ll come to your house and F you up in your drive way.”

I heard him moan in pain as I turned around to look at the class. I took his mumbled response to my speech as confirmation that he understood me.

“Nobody panic, or nothin’. I’m not about to shoot up the joint. I jus’ came to introduce myself to Professor Crantz. As you can see he’s knocked the fuck out, so ummm…class is dismissed.”

I stepped over his stomach and calmly walked out the same way he came in. I paused to look back at him and mumbled to myself.

“Black belt in karate…nigga please.”

Angelique was back at home with Khari. I offered to keep her
, but she said she wanted to be with her and I understood that. Surprisingly, there was no drama between her and Dallas when she came and picked her up the next morning. The two old enemies exchanged pleasant smiles and friendly nods as they conversed lightly. Angelique even told Dallas thank you, and Dallas even said she was happy to see her. When all that went down I just sat back and watched in amazement. Wow, all it took was me getting shot, a kidnapping and a miscarriage to start the peace process between the two of them.

Despite my life of crime, I still had legal aspirations. I was trying to build my empire and make money in my sleep. Before I got shot I had plans to open four Great Clips franchises in the California area. I had already picked out prime locations in thriving retail areas in different cities. Those business plans were put on hold when two bullets entered my back, and now it wa
s time to get that going again.

Khari was with her mom, so the afternoon was free. I decided to take Dallas with me so she and I could meet the commercial real estate lady in person. I wanted to get her feedback on the location of the first store. So as her Audi pulled up to the store front of the building I asked her a question.

“What do you think?” I looked out the passenger side window at the busy parking lot.

She took a sip from her Pepsi bottle. “I like it. You got Starbucks over there, a Walmart across
the street and a Wendy’s. I’ve been to this shopping center a gang of times and it’s always busy. A lot of white people live out here so a Great Clips would fit in perfectly. Now if you put Sharonda’s Weave World up in here than I don’t know how that would work.” She pushed my arm playfully. “Is that the real estate lady?”

Dallas pointed to an exotic looking woman in a teal skirt suit walking toward us.

“It could be. I never met her in person. I jus’ know her name is Quiana.” I opened my door and stood up.

Dallas did the same and we both approached the attractive female as she smiled at us.

She extended her olive tanned hand. “You must be Tyce.”

“Yeah, and you must be
Quiana. This is my girlfriend Dallas.” I shook her hand gently.

She greeted Dallas with a bright smile and shook her hand as well.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dallas. Why don’t we step inside so I can show you this amazing space. I think it’s just what you’re looking for.”

Quiana
whipped out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the glass door. I held Dallas’s hand as we both followed her inside. Once the door closed behind us our host turned around and grinned.

“Feel free to take a look around. Go in the back and let me know what you think.”

I took her up on her offer and Dallas and I started checking out the space. From back to front the place was perfect. It had a good sized office in the back, plenty of room for stations and it required minimal upgrades. It only took Dallas and I a few minutes to assess the property. Satisfied, we joined Quiana in the middle of the room to discuss numbers.

I looked around nodding my head. “This is nice. So how much we
talkin’?”