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  “Azir, Killa T is crazy. He’ll kill me if he find out I’m lying.”

  “Shorty, you know I wouldn’t let a nigga do shit to harm you. You my woman, and I’ll protect you ’til the breath leaves my body.”

  “Okay, Azir, I’ll call him right now.”

  After she left for the bathroom, I took out my silencer and put it on my burner. I walked over to the blinds and peeped outside. I had to make sure there were not a lot of people outside. I peeped a figure walking toward her complex. As he got closer, I noticed it was the same nigga that robbed me.

  “Yo, c’mon. Here go the nigga.” I grabbed her and shoved her toward the door.

  “Answer that shit and act like you gotta hit for him. You know how you do.”

  I stepped into the kitchen before she opened the door.

  “Hey, babe,” he said and kissed her.

  “Hey,” she said dryly.

  “So you got something for me? That’s what I’m talking ’bout. I’ma give you this dick real good tonight.”

  “Yeah. I found out where Azir stash house at.”

  “You lying?”

  “No . . .”

  “Yeah, nigga, she lying.” I stepped out of the kitchen with my gun aimed directly at this nigga. I kept my eyes on his hands.

  “Yo, what the fuck is this? Bitch, what the fuck! You set me up?” He looked at her with his eyes opened wide.

  “Pussyhole, let me get that up off you,” I said and grabbed his gun from his waist.

  “Bitch, I’ma kill you. You set me the fuck up,” he yelled.

  “Yeah, partner, she set you up. You know these hoes ain’t loyal. I was feeling her just like you was, so why you think she wouldn’t do to you what she did to me?”

  “Man, fuck that shit you talking. What the fuck you want? You want your work and money back? I got them in the back of the apartment.”

  “Nah, partner, I want yah fucking life.” I pulled the trigger twice, hitting him in the face. He fell to the floor, and I walked over and fired another round in his head.

  “Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!” she screamed. “You killed him.” She ran to his dead body and bent down, hugging him.

  She was so preoccupied with that dead nigga that she didn’t see the bullet coming toward her. I fired a single shot to the back of her head, killing her instantly. I checked her, then hawked and spit on that ho.

  Quickly, I opened the door and disappeared into the back where my truck was parked.

  Chapter Ten

  Sierra Rogers

  Jeanette told me that Azir stopped by to get his clothes. I was kind of shocked because I didn’t know that he was trying to move out. I mean, he said it, but I didn’t take his ass seriously. I can’t say I wasn’t feeling fucked by this. I called Azir earlier to see how he was doing, and he informed me he had his own place. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I understand that I told him to get out, but that was only because I was angry. Deep down, I didn’t want him to leave. At least when he’s home, I know he’s all right. I wish Azir and I could be closer. I miss my baby boy, and I knew there was a lot of pain between us. I just need him to understand that I wanted the best for him. I didn’t want these streets to swallow him up; I wanted him to make something of himself. I knew he was grown, but he was still my baby boy.

  * * *

  It was a busy day at the salon. I couldn’t complain, because I was making money. I noticed Tanya was kind of quiet. I walked in and said hello, and she barely mumbled under her breath. Throughout the day, she barely said anything to me, which was strange. On a regular day, I couldn’t get her to shut up. I had no idea what was going on with that ho; all I knew was she better get her act right, ’cause I was in no mood to tolerate a miserable bitch.

  By the time nine o’clock rolled around, I was beat. It didn’t help that Jeanette made pot roast and sweet potato pie. I was stuffed. I couldn’t continue living like this if I wanted to keep my shape. I decided to go to bed early, but first I had to catch the ten o’clock news. I cut it on, just in time to catch the weather woman saying it was going to be ninety degrees the next day. I hate the cold, but Atlanta was burning up. My electric bill was damn well near four hundred dollars. “A twenty-one-year-old woman, Diamond Brown, and her fiancé were found dead in her apartment. I spoke to the homicide detective right before I came on the air, and I have to say the death of these two young people has rocked this quiet community. The police are asking the public to come forward with anything to bring their killer or killers to justice.” Soon as I heard the name, I turned my attention to the television.

  “Oh my God,” I screamed out as I fumbled on the couch to find my phone.

  I couldn’t press the send button fast enough. Azir didn’t pick up his phone, so I called right back. I wasn’t sure if he heard the news.

  “Hey, Ma.” He sounded annoyed.

  “Baby, I hope you’re sitting down.”

  “Nah, why? What’s going on?”

  “When is the last time you seen Diamond?”

  “I ’ont know. I don’t mess wit’ her like that.”

  “Well, she was murdered this morning, she and a guy.”

  “Damn! That’s messed up,” he replied nonchalantly.

  “The girl that you’ve been seeing is dead, and all you can say is ‘damn’? Really?”

  “Ma, what you want me to say? She wasn’t my chick. You even said she was with a dude when she was killed. I mean, that’s messed up, but it ain’t my problem.”

  “Azir, let me ask you a question. You don’t know nothing about this, right?”

  “Hell nah, Ma. Yuh trippin’ now. That’s why you call me—to see if I did it? Damn, you must think I’m a monster.”

  “Azir, no, I don’t think you’re a monster. I just wanted to make sure yo’ name ain’t mixed up in this mess. That poor child. I feel for her family, her poor mother. I can’t imagine the pain she’s feeling.”

  “Listen, Ma, I’m sorry to hear this, but I’m in the middle of something. I’ll call you later.”

  “A’ight, Azir. Stay outta them damn streets. Love you, baby.”

  “Love you, Ma,” he said before hanging up.

  After I got off the phone, I lay back for a second. It bothered me how nonchalant Azir was about her death. Even if she’d moved on, I thought they were still friends. He seemed so cold and heartless about it, I thought.

  I noticed how late it was, so I decided to go upstairs to bed. I looked at my phone, checking to see if I had any missed calls. I hadn’t heard from Dwayne all day, and just like his sister’s behavior, that was weird. Since we’d been dating, not one day went by without us talking. I’d tried to call him since this morning, but his phone just kept ringing. I hope he’s okay because I know how dangerous it was in those streets. I made sure my ringer was on and got into bed.

  The next morning, I was up bright and early. The first thing I did was grab my phone and look at it. I had no missed calls or texts. This was bothering me now. I thought ’bout callin’ his sister but decided not to. I didn’t want that bitch in my business anyway.

  I took a shower and got dressed. I needed to see what’s going on with Dwayne. I was trying to beat the traffic going to Atlanta. Luckily, it was before seven o’clock, so it wasn’t that bad.

  As I pulled up to his house, I noticed an unknown car parked in the driveway. I took my keys out of my pocketbook and shoved them in the door. My heart was beating fast, and my palms were sweaty. I know Dwayne never had company over, so for this car to be here, I thought it was a bitch that spent the night. The house was quiet; he had no idea I entered his home.

  I nervously climbed the stairs in slow motion. I tried to tell myself I was overreacting. It could be a relative or his homeboy that spent the night. That was . . . right up to the point when I pushed his bedroom door open . . .

  This nigga was laid up in the bed with a bitch. I cut the light on, walked over, and pulled the covers off them, exposing their naked asses. The nigga
jumped up and looked at me like he had just seen a ghost.

  “What the fuck you doin’ in my house?” this bastard asked me.

  “Who is this, babe, and what’s she doing in your house?” the white meth-smoking bitch asked.

  “Let me handle it, babe. She’s an ex who had keys, and I forgot to change the locks.”

  “What the fuck you just said, nigga? An ex? Just a few days ago, I was your woman. Now you lying in bed wit’ this cracker bitch?”

  “Honey, I don’t know what’s going on, but I been his woman for two years.”

  “Bitch, shut up! I’m not yo’ honey, and you couldn’t be his woman. For the last two months, I’ve been spending every night here. This son of a bitch done sucked and licked my pussy and ate my ass every night.”

  My heart was pounding; I wanted to cry, but I wasn’t going to let this fucked-up-ass nigga and bitch see me sweat.

  “Sierra, that’s enough. You up in my shit disrespecting my woman. You need to accept that we can never be.” He got up out of bed and stepped toward me. I opened my purse and grabbed my gun.

  “Don’t you fucking come near me.” I aimed it at him.

  “Ha-ha. I see you a coward just like yo’ son. Going around pulling guns on people but don’t have the guts to use it. Bitch, get outta of my house before I call the cops and get yo’ ass arrested for trespassing.”

  “Go on now, run along. Just because he fucked you a few times don’t mean he wants your project ass. Shoot, I’m just mad he didn’t let me watch,” this ho said while smiling.

  “You know what? Fuck you, nigga, and this dirty bitch. I bet you this ho wouldn’t say this shit if you wasn’t standing here. I fuckin’ hate you,” I said as I turned to walk away.

  Everything in me was tellin’ me to shoot that nigga and his ho, but I ain’t no fool, and I wasn’t going to risk my freedom behind that cheating-ass bastard.

  I jumped in my car and pulled off. By the time I turned off the block, tears were pouring down my face. I couldn’t get over that I believed this nigga, even though I knew niggas ain’t no fucking good. This nigga had a bitch. Where the fuck her ass been for the last two months? You know what? Fuck this nigga. I can’t believe that I cussed my son out behind his ass.

  “Oh my God, what have I done?” I whispered.

  I pulled up at the salon and sat in the car for a few minutes. I was mad as fuck, but I couldn’t take that anger into work. I wiped my tears and got out of the car.

  “Good morning, Boss Lady,” Tanya said.

  I didn’t respond. I looked around to make sure none of the other workers or any customers were around; then I walked up to her.

  “Tell me, Tanya, why didn’t you tell me yo’ brother had a girl?”

  “Girl, what you talkin’ ’bout?”

  “Cut the fuckery out! Your snake ass knows what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” I snapped.

  “Bitch, you mad or nah? You need to be going off on my brother; the last time I checked, he’s the one fuckin’ you, not me,” this second-rate ho said.

  “You grimy as fuck. You stayed in my face, bitch, and all along, you knew he was playin’ me. What the fuck kind of woman are you?”

  “Listen, that’s my motherfuckin’ brother, and I be damned if I was going to tell you his business when I don’t know yo’ ass from a can a paint. Bitch, please.”

  “You know, back in the day, I would’ve whupped yo’ ass for being a no-good ass ho, but you ain’t worth it. Bitch, get yo’ shit and get out of my fuckin’ shop.”

  “Bitch, I ’ont give a fuck ’bout this shit. You a mad bitch, ’cause you got played for a white bitch. I guess yo’ pussy wasn’t that good. Ha-ha, you is a fuckin’ joke,” she said, as she started packing up her things.

  She didn’t see it coming as she continued running her mouth. I punched that bitch in her face. She tried to grab me, but I pulled my gun on her.

  “Bitch, leap if you want to, so I can blow your fucking head off.”

  She stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at me with her fist balled up and anger in her eyes.

  “Bitch, that’s all right. I’ma get yo’ ass. You can’t hide behind that gun forever.”

  “I told you before, I’m not your average bitch. I will kill you, ho. I put that on my seed. Now get out, before I throw you out.” I walked over and opened the door so she could get the fuck on.

  “Bitch, here go yo’ keys.” She threw them on the floor and sashayed out, cussing under her breath.

  I locked the door and sat down. I needed a minute. I couldn’t believe I’d just lost my temper like that. I knew better. These bitches be running their mouth but couldn’t back it up. I knew I made a fucked-up move by hitting her ass. I can only hope she didn’t press charges on me. Jail was not on my agenda.

  I called the workers to let them know the shop was closed, and they could take the day off. Then I grabbed my bag, cut the lights off, and locked the door. I needed the day to gather my thoughts. I was still in shock.

  “Sierra, is that you?” Jeanette yelled from the upstairs bedroom.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Who else could it be?”

  “I thought you left for work.”

  “I did, but I’m not feeling well, so I decided to come back home,” I lied.

  “Oh, all right. You need some ginger tea?”

  “No, I just want to lie down,” I said, as I walked into my room and locked my door.

  It was then that everything hit me in the face. Tears welled up in my eyes. All these fucking years I’d managed to stay away from niggas and their fucked-up ways. And here I was. I let my guard down with the wrong fucking nigga. I swear, while I was standing there I wanted to blow his fuckin’ brains out. I wanted to hurt him the same way he stood there acting nonchalant like we hadn’t made all these damn plans ’bout moving in together. The nigga even brought up marriage on numerous occasions. I lay across the bed and let it flow all out. Man, fuck these niggas; I swear I was tired of all of them. I see why bitches turn to other bitches. That’s ’cause these niggas ain’t shit. If all this nigga wanted was some pussy, shit, he could’ve said that. Shit, I was in need of some dick any motherfucking way.

  I heard a knock at the door, which interrupted my thoughts.

  “Who is it?” I hollered in an aggravated tone.

  “It’s me, Ma,” Azir yelled.

  “Give me a minute.” I quickly wiped my tears and unlocked the door. “Come in.”

  He walked in, looking like his daddy. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

  “What’s up, baby? I didn’t know you was here.”

  “Nah. Just come through to check on y’all. Make sure e’eryting good.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “Damn, Ma. You was crying?”

  “Nah, I’m fine,” I said. Who was I fooling? Tears were still rolling down.

  “Ma, come here. What’s going on?” He sat on the bed and put his arms around me. “Talk to me. What’s going on wit’ you? Did dat nigga hurt you? I ain’t neva seen you cry before,” he said angrily.

  “Azir, I found out some foul shit ’bout him, that’s all.”

  “Aye, Ma, I know we ain’t been close or nothing, but trust me when I say dat nigga ain’t nobody you tryin’a be wit’. This ain’t on no hatin’ shit. Me and that dude been had some words before. That’s why I was tight when I walked in and seen y’all together.”

  “Azir, I didn’t know nothin’ ’bout y’all havin’ words. Believe me, I would never bring a nigga in here if I knew my son had issues wit’ him. Honestly, I thought you was on some jealousy kinda shit. I ain’t know, baby.” I cried in his arms.

  “Don’t trip, Ma. I ain’t goin’ lie. I went to see that nigga a few days ago, and he was talking recklessly out of the mouf. Straight callin’ you all kind of bitches. I was seconds away from blowin’ his head off. Nigga straight disrespected you in front of me, and I let him live, and now he got you over here crying and shit.”

  “Azir, don’t you talk l
ike that,” I yelled. God, this boy done lost his mind, talkin’ ’bout blowin’ somebody head off. I didn’t like this side of him. He reminded me of his daddy. His cockiness and anger...

  “No, Ma, for real. This nigga better not hurt a hair on yo’ head, and if he do, I’m going after him and his whole family.”

  “Azir, listen to me. I’m a big girl. I been around the block a few times. I can defend myself. Trust me, I ’ont go nowhere without ‘Becky,’ and believe me, I know how to use her.”

  “I feel you on that, but these dudes ain’t to be played wit’. I know one thing fo’ sure . . . If he want to stay breathin’, he better stay away from mines.”

  He looked at me. I saw the same killer look in his eyes, just like his daddy had. I now knew he was no longer my innocent baby boy. He was now a man with deadly intentions!

  “Forget all that. Tell me ’bout this new place.” I tried to ease the tension in the air.

  “It’s cool. A three-bedroom condo in Conyers. Nothing fancy, just sump’n for me to lay my head at.”

  “Oh, okay, so you’re renting it?”

  “Nah, I bought it. You know I’m stacked up,” he said jokingly.

  “Okay, Mr. Big Money. I’m proud of you. That’s a good move right there. Don’t make sense wasting no money renting other people shit when you can own it. I’ma have to come see it one day.”

  “You already know it. You and Grandma should come over and cook me a li’l sump’n.”

  “Boy, no. You better ask one of yo’ females. Oh, shoot, I forgot. Have you heard anything ’bout that girl that got killed?”

  “Oh nah. I ain’t tryin’a hear anything. Ma, me and her wasn’t that serious. I fooled ’round wit’ her a few times, so I ain’t got no reason to keep up wit’ her.”

  “Oh, okay, I would like to go to the funeral. I ain’t really know her, outside of the few times you brought her to the house. It’s really sad that she lost her life like that. I wonder what dude was wrapped up in.”

  “I ’ont know. Now I’m ’bout to go downstairs, but you sure you a’ight? Do I need to visit this nigga again?”

  “Azir, I’m fine. Trust me. I need to know that you’re going to leave this alone. Stay away from him. You hear me?” I looked him dead in the eyes.