Never Gonna Be Wifey Page 18

  “That judicial system does not protect the victim. This woman should’ve never been able to walk these streets again, let alone be in the same state as you and Azir. Why hasn’t anyone notified you about this?”

  There was no need to sit around talking ’bout the system. I went upstairs and grabbed my gun; also took out an extra clip. This ho lucked up twice; there was no way she was going to creep up on me a third time without me killing that deranged bitch.

  I walked back downstairs; my mind was speeding, and my thoughts were nothing nice. This bitch had to die. I can’t allow her ever to do anything else to me and my family. I had an instant flashback of when that bitch shot me the second time. I remember hearing Jeanette screaming and praying. That memory brought tears. I felt fucked up and angry all over again. I tried hard to control the tears that were forming. Not because I was scared of this bitch, but because my soul was filled with anger and hate.

  “Sierra, I don’t know how I feel about this woman here. I hate her for all the pain she’s put you through. I dreamed of killing her many nights after she shot you. I had to beg God to take the hate outta my heart, ’cause I hated her. And for you to tell me that she’s around Azir is hurting me. I . . . I . . . I can’t even think right now. Jesus, take the wheel.”

  I didn’t say a word, because I was speechless. I looked at Jeanette, shook my head, and headed out the door. This time, I was more vigilant of my surroundings. I got on I-285. I was heading to Clayton County toward the gun store.

  * * *

  “Hello, miss. How may I help you?”

  “I want two guns. Powerful enough to blow somebody’s head off.” I looked at him.

  He looked at me kind of weird; I guess he didn’t like how it sounded.

  “No, nothing like that. I’m a businesswoman, and I need protection, especially with all the latest killings going on ’round here.”

  “I understand, and you have the right to bear arms.”

  He showed me a variety of guns that could do some bodily harm: the .380, 9 mm, .40 S&W, and the .45 ACP.

  “Hmm, I already have a .380, so let me see the 9 mm and .45 ACP.” I decided to get them both. I was going to be prepared this time around. I gave him my ID and paid for my guns. I wasn’t no killer, nor did I want to be one, but what I will not have is this bitch interrupting my life and playing with my child’s life.

  I got in the car and saw that I had a missed call from Azir. I took a deep breath and pressed the call button.

  “Yo, ma, you a’ight? I got ’bout twenty calls from you and Grandma.”

  “Yes, I was checking up on you. I stopped by the house, but you wasn’t home.”

  “You stopped by the house? I was out in Marietta handlin’ some business. What, sump’n happened?”

  “No, I was just missing my baby. You know ever since you moved out, I don’t see you that much.”

  “Oh, okay. I’m back on this side of town. We can meet up for lunch.”

  “Great, meet me at the house.”

  “Bet.” He hung up the phone.

  Sigh . . . So my son is still alive. I started to call back to find out what was going on but decided against it at the last minute. I wasn’t any fool, but I planned on finding out everything one way or another.

  * * *

  I heard the door open, and I knew it was Azir. I got up and walked toward the door.

  “Hey, baby, I’m ready. You’re driving your truck or want me to drive my car?”

  “I’m on the bike, so you can drive.”

  “The bike? What’s wrong wit’ yo’ car?”

  “Nothing; it’s parked at the crib.”

  “Oh, okay. I was over your house, and I thought I seen a woman in your truck.” I looked at him to see how he would react.

  “Hell nah. I’m the only one that drives my truck. Maybe somebody over there have one similar to mine,” he blatantly lied to my face. I know my child, and I also know his truck.

  “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t let anyone else drive the truck, especially since the insurance is in my name,” I said as I pulled off.

  “I was thinking about Red Lobster unless you have something else in mind.”

  “Nah, Red Lobster good.”

  On the ride to Red Lobster, we chatted about general things. I sensed he was kind of distant, but I continued talking to him. The key was to keep the dialogue between us open.

  We ordered our food and sat waiting. The waitress brought us those good-ass biscuits before our meals were served, but I wasn’t hungry.

  “So, baby, how is it going over at the house?”

  “Everything cool. I’m enjoying the freedom. Now I can have all the company I want over,” he laughed.

  “Yeah, ’cause you know that was not happenin’ in my house,” I laughed, but I was dead-ass serious.

  “I know; plus, I’m grown, so it’s only right that I get my own anyway.”

  “Yeah, ain’t nothin’ like yo’ own. Azir, I saw the news about Dwayne’s death, and they have an eyewitness that told the police that they saw a bike speed away from the scene of the shooting.”

  He looked at me, then said, “I ’ont understand why you telling me this. I told you the other day I ain’t got nuttin’ to do with it.”

  “I know, baby. It’s just that I want to make sure you tellin’ me the truth.” I stared into his eyes.

  He took my hands and held them tight. “Ma, I promise you, I ain’t had nothing to do wit’ that man gettin’ shot. I mean, this nigga had enemies all over the A. Any one of them could’ve killed him.”

  Tears rolled down my face. Call it a mother’s intuition, or maybe it was because I looked into his eyes, but I could tell he was hiding something from me.

  Our food came; I barely touched mine. I tried my best not to let on because I didn’t want to alert him that something was wrong.

  “Azir, your grandma and I wanted to come by Sunday if you don’t mind.”

  “Nah, y’all welcome to come by anytime, but I might be out of town the weekend. We can do it once I get back in town.”

  “Azir, what? You have a woman over there that you don’t want us to see?”

  “Nah, I’m the only one there. I ain’t got time for no female. You know how needy y’all get.” He busted out laughing.

  “Boy, ‘y’all’? I ain’t never been needy. Not yo’ mama. Baby, I know you heard all the stories about Shayna, your daddy’s wife.”

  “Yeah, what about her? She shot you twice and set Dad up. That’s all y’all was willin’ to tell me.”

  “Well, I found out yesterday that she’s released from prison. This woman is obsessed wit’ me, so I have no idea where she’s going, or what she has in mind. I need you to be extra careful of your surroundings.”

  “Damn, Ma, you acting all spooky and shit. Shayna or whatever her name is ain’t that crazy to come ’round while I’m alive. Ma, I will protect you at any cost. Believe that. She betta keep her crazy ass outta Georgia,” he said angrily.

  I looked at Azir; I could see that he was genuinely upset, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling he was keeping something from me. I knew that she was in his home and driving his truck, and he failed to mention it, even when I asked. Azir was hiding something. I just hoped he knew what he was doing, ’cause that bitch was deadly as a rotten snake!

  We got back to the house, and as Azir started to leave, he turned back to me and said, “Ma, I love you wit’ e’erything in me. I will protect you by any means necessary.” He then walked off, jumped on his bike, and sped off.

  I stood outside for a minute; then I turned around and walked into the house. Jeanette was sitting in the living room.

  “So what did Azir say?”

  “Nothing. He say he ain’t do anything to dude.”

  “You believe him?”

  “Yes, he’s my son. So his word is good enough for me. Plus, Dwayne had enemies all over ATL.”

  “Hmmm . . .”

  “You think he did it, don’t you
? You already found him guilty!” I shouted.

  Her ass was pissing me off with her judgmental self. I done told her ass he didn’t do it, but she sat up there behaving like he was guilty.

  “Sierra, I never said he did anything. Stop putting words in my mouth.”

  “You ain’t had to say it; your actions speak for itself. I ain’t goin’ argue wit’ you, Jeanette. I got a bigger problem on my hands; Azir is hiding something. He never mentioned anyone staying wit’ him. I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know Shayna is there at my son’s house.”

  “I’m still in shock; I thought about calling the police and sending them over there, ’cause I believe that trick is up to no good. I still can’t figure out what she and Azir have going on, and if she knows that’s your son. Is she using him to get to you? And do he even know who she is? All I can do is pray to God. He has to protect my grandbaby.”

  Jeanette immediately bowed her head and prayed, “Lord, have mercy on my grandbaby soul and deliver him from that evil witch.”

  “Well, I’m not goin’ sit around and let that bitch hurt my child. See, I have the upper hand; she has no idea that I saw her, and Azir has no idea because I didn’t tell him.”

  “Sierra, please be careful. We should call the police and let them know what’s going on.”

  “Fuck the police. Did you forget that they were the ones that brought that bitch in my home in the first place? Then they turned around and killed Alijah. I don’t fuckin’ respect them. This bitch tried to kill me and still managed to be out here. I got this; I was never a punk, and I will let this bitch know that her luck done ran out!”

  Azir Jackson

  Now wasn’t the time anyway, especially ’cause Shayna was at the crib. The last thing I needed was for Mom-dukes and her to bump heads. I already knew if they did, someone was going to get hurt, and I would miss out on murking that bitch myself.

  I wish my moms would stop pressing me so much. I hate lying to her, but the shit she asking about, ain’t no way I could tell her the truth. The less she knew, the better it was for her. She’s my mother and all, but I didn’t trust anyone but myself, because I knew I would never confess.

  It was almost time for me to get up out of Atlanta. Business was straight, but my heart’s tellin’ me it was time to move around. I thought ’bout moving to New York or Miami. I knew I would leave my crew behind, but I needed to stay out of the way. Live a little and spend some of this money. I live for these streets, but my heart was into making my music. I made enough money where I could fund my own studio and all the equipment that I might need. Yeah, I was about to put some of this illegal money to good use.

  Shayna’s behavior was kind of off lately. I pretended like I didn’t notice, but I did. Ever since this bitch been at the house, I haven’t gotten any sleep. There was no way I was going to let my guard down around her ass. Instead, each night she lay up in my arms, and I’d closed my eyes, pretending like I was asleep. In reality, I was lying there plotting my next move!

  Speaking of her ass, I wonder where she’s at. She left hastily this morning. I was sitting in the cut on my bike when she pulled off in my truck. At first, I was gonna follow her but changed my mind. Instead, I decided to go back in the house. I locked the door behind me and went upstairs. It was to see what was going on with this ho. “Gotcha,” I mumbled, as I decided to search the drawer where she kept her things. I rambled through her underwear until my hand bumped into an envelope that hidden underneath the neatly folded clothes.

  “Well well well. Let’s see what you got here,” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed. I was careful not to rip the envelope . . . My grandma had paperwork on shit that went down, and my mother told me the story of how things went down with my dad and this bitch. However, seeing that this bitch kept files on the grimy shit she did to my family ignited the fumes. The bitch had clippings of my mom’s shooting, newspaper clippings on my daddy, and a statement that she made to the law. Everything was right in front of me in black and white. I knew then I couldn’t stand to be around this bitch any longer. I had to put my plan into motion tonight, not a minute later.

  I continued going through the papers when my phone vibrated on my side and interrupted my thoughts.

  “Yo, wha a gwaan, brethren?”

  “Wey yuh deh?”

  “Mi deh a di yaad, no deh pon nuttin’.”

  “Man, the police boy den hit di spot.”

  “Wha the fuck yuh a tell mi?” I yelled in the phone.

  “Yo, Trevor just hit me and sey dat.”

  “Yo, meet me pon Panola in twenty minutes, right at the Quick Trip.”

  “Bet, Boss man.”

  “Yo, fuck!” I hit the dresser with my fist.

  I pushed the paper back in the envelope and stuck it back in the drawer, then quickly shut it.

  I ran downstairs, locked the door, and jumped on my bike. As I raced through the subdivision, my heart was pounding fast. If this was true and Babylon went up in the trap, that would mean they got work and money. What the rassclaat, I thought. How the fuck? Nah, fuck that. Who the fuck been running their mouth was the question that I needed to be answered.

  I pulled over to the gas station where my man was waiting in his F-150 truck, pulled up beside him, and jumped off the bike.

  “Yo, what the pussyclaat a gwaan?”

  “Yo, just got another call from Jerry. They got him and Mike down at DeKalb County.”

  “Damn! You ain’t said that they got these niggas.”

  “Mi never know until a few minutes ago. Yeah, $50,000 bond apiece.”

  “Yo, call the lawyer bwoy pon Ponce De Leon and get him to bond dem out. And, yo, bless them with some paper, hit the lawyer off, and cut all ties wit’ them niggas. Sump’n ain’t pussyclaat right. We got a rat up in the camp, yo. Mi nuh trust none a dem bwoy ya.”

  “Is the same ting I was tinkin’. Shit hot right now, but outta nowhere. I mean, in order fi di police dem know the stash house, a nigga got to tell them. The question is, who is the rat?”

  “Yo, mi know a nuh me and a nuh yuh. Other don dat, mi nuh trust these pussyhole niggas,” I yelled.

  I was mad as fuck—just when I was tryin’a bounce out of the place. I had a whole shipment of work and money that had just come. Now, all that shit was gone.

  “Yo, all the fucking money. This shit hurt, yo.”

  “Trust mi; I feel the same friggin’ way.”

  “So what’s the move?”

  “We need to lie low for a minute. Yo, I might be bouncing in a few, tryin’a go up top to pursue this music shit.”

  “Word, my nigga. Dat’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”

  “Yeah, so I’ma need you to run things fi mi.”

  “Brethren, yuh done know sey I got you.”

  “Yeah, yo, just don’t trust none a those Yankee niggas. The pussyhole dem don’t really like we. If the Babylon run up in a di spot, then trust mi, dem know sump’n, you feel me?”

  “Yeah, mon. I’ma get a whole new team.”

  “A’ight, yo, I’ma hit you tomorrow. In the meantime, find a new stop. Some work coming in Wednesday. This between you and me. From this point on, can’t trust these niggas.”

  “A’ight, Boss man.”

  I revved my bike up, and sped through the Quick Trip parking lot, then rode out into traffic. In the corner of my eyes, I peeped a black Yukon Denali wit’ tinted glass pull out and get into traffic behind me. I decided to pull into the next plaza, where I watched as the Denali drove past. I couldn’t see inside, but I smelled feds from a distance away. Then I pulled back out and into traffic.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sierra Rogers

  I stopped by the shop to let my workers know that I wasn’t going to be in. I had important “family matters” to handle. I prepared myself mentally for what was about to pop off.

  This bitch was back in the picture, driving my son’s truck like nothing. Ever since Azir lied to me, I knew sump’n was up. Part o
f me wanted to storm up in his condo and blow this bitch head off. Instead, I followed this bitch ’round town for days. Every time she left the house, I would pull out behind her. I even saw when she met up wit’ some old dude, and they went into the gun store. She ran around like she had no worries. This bitch had no idea that I was on to her. I knew for a fact that she lived with Azir. Every night when she went in, I stayed in my car until Azir made it home.

  In a matter of days, I could tell this bitch’s entire schedule and meals. I haven’t showered in days and barely ate anything. I couldn’t afford to leave, because I needed to know where this bitch was at, at all times. Nights were extra hard, because Azir was up in the house with her. He was still lying to me like he had no company or he wasn’t home. I had no idea why my child was doing what he was doing; all I knew was his life was in danger. None of this made sense to me. How the fuck did Azir even meet this bitch as much I prayed to God to keep this bitch away? I had no idea why he would allow this wickedness back into our lives. I was confused.

  Each night, I begged God to protect my only seed. Only tonight was different. I know she has a gun, and her intentions for my son were not good. I had to think of something fast.

  I went home to get some things in order and have a talk with Jeanette. I knew if there was anyone that I could depend on, it would be her. No matter what, I knew Azir and I were her heart, and she would be there if we ever needed her. Well, this was it.

  We needed her.

  I got my three guns and extra clips. I put one in my jacket pocket, one in my purse, and the other under the seat in my car. I put the extra clip in my glove compartment. I had on my black sweatpants, a black thermal, and a black hat along with my black Jordans. Jeanette got in the car, and I pulled off.

  “You ready? Remember everything we talked about.”

  “I’m ready as can be. Sierra, please be careful. Remember, this bitch is a loose cannon and has nothing to lose. You, on the other hand, have everything to lose,” she warned.

  “Jeanette, I got this.” I left it at that.

  I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but what I did know was my son was in danger, and I had no choice but to get to him. This ho had no business coming to Atlanta, and for that, her ass would pay!