Bottom Bitch Rises Page 9

  She opened my car and peeked her head in.

  “Get in and sit down.” I motioned.

  “What for? I thought the last time you told me that you never wanted to see my face again.”

  “Sit down and shut up. You’re letting my heat out the car.”

  This bitch was working my nerves. I just wanted to bust her in the head.

  “Alright, alright, you the boss,” She said before placing her stanking ass on the plastic.

  “Good! Let me ask you, did the police ever question you about knowing me or about anything else?” I stared dead in that hoe’s eyes to see if I could catch any hint of deception.

  “Nah, I ain’t talk to no cops. I-I don’t want to get mix up with no police.”

  “If you keep your mouth shut, then you don’t have anything to worry about.”

  “Hmm...I think you have a problem. There was this one guy that came around the way offering a million dollars for information about who shot Sierra. See I know it was you, that’s why you didn’t want me to tell anyone that I gave you that address,” She said giggling.

  “Listen to me, you little crack head bitch, you better keep your mouth shut. You hear me, before they find you at the bottom of the James River!” I snapped.

  “Look at you. You are scared I’ma say something. Don’t worry your little secret is safe with me, that’s of course if you give me a hundred grand.”

  “Huh? Bitch, you done lost your mind. Why in this fucking life, do you think that I would give your raggedy ass a hundred grand? Bitch, I would kill your ass before I did that.”

  “Ha ha. You couldn’t even kill the person that took your husband from you, so please lady, don’t bring that shit to me. Don’t be fooled by my looks. I was born and raised in Creighton Court Projects and I know how to fuck up a bitch. Believe that!”

  “Just pathetic. I’m giving you one last chance to get your bitch ass out of my car. You hear me before I blow your fucking brains out.”

  I was contemplating on getting my gun out of my bag, but I was a second too late because that bitch whipped out a razor out of her mouth and held it to my neck.

  “Hold up. What are you doing?”

  “Shut up bitch! It’s my turn to talk. I want one hundred grand to keep your little secret. You have two weeks to get it to me or I will be going to the police. No better yet. I’m going to that nice man that was offering the reward. I think it’s about time that someone teach your stuck up behind a lesson.”

  The pressure that she was applying to my neck was getting to be unbearable. If only I could’ve gotten to my gun, I would’ve shot that bitch right between the eyes. I didn’t move a muscle. I was terrified that if I did, I would startle her plus I wasn’t sure what kind of drugs she was on at the time.

  “Calm down. I will do whatever you want me to do. Just move that thing away from my throat.”

  “Bitch, you can’t trick me. This is not the movies, this is the real deal and you will give me that money or I will spill everything that I know.”

  “Alright, I got it okay. I will call you with the money. You have my word.”

  “Your word? Save that for the niggas that are hunting you down because lady I am the least of your problem.”

  I wish that she would shut up and get the fucking blade off my neck. She must’ve read my mind because she removed the blade and immediately open the door and ran. I took a minute to catch my breath after all that pressure she placed on me. I watched as she jumped in her car and sped off. I wanted to chase her down and shoot her, but what good would that be, we were out in the open. People could say what they want, but Daddy ain’t raised no fool. I know when to act and when to chill. I would get that bitch and I’d kill her when the time was right!

  Chapter Eleven

  Alijah Jackson

  Niggas always claimed they go hard and often times I just sat back and observed the foolery. I lived and breathed this life. I knew I was living wrong, but that was all I knew. I really ain’t got no education, the street was my college. I recall when mom-dukes told me to get a job. I thought she was tripping ‘cause from when I was a little yute, I was hustling, only back then it was chump change. I was at a point where I could contemplate walking away from the game. I planned on putting some of this illegal paper into buying a few Laundromats and maybe a few fast food chains. Whatever I decide, it better be able to turn a profit.

  Sierra decided that she didn’t want to bounce with me; instead she would come after she had the baby. Personally I felt like it was bullshit. Out of the blue, she had this brand new attitude. I wasn’t the type of nigga to trip over a bitch, but I do love shawdy, so whatever she chose to do well I guess I’ll just have to roll with it. I’d still make sure she and my seed were well taken care of. I needed her to know that I was going to be in my seed’s life one way or another. If she ever tried to stop me from being a father, I won’t have any choice but to body her.

  I’d never met my pops and mom-dukes never mentioned him. By the time I got older, I didn’t give a fuck or care to know who the fucking sperm donor was. I don’t want my seed to experience that, so I planned to make it my duty to be there no matter what.

  Things were wrapping up and I was laying low. I barely drove and if I had to go somewhere Chuck and Dre did the driving. Richmond Police were known for doing random spot check and I didn’t want to fall victim to it.

  I was ready to take this emergency trip up top. It was not on my agenda of things to do, but it was essential if I planned on moving forward. My two homies rolled with me as always. Shayna kept playing hide and go seek so since I was tired of searching for that bitch, I decided to pay her parents a visit.

  I knew that wicked bitch was somewhere cooking up some more drama. I was still in disbelief that she set me up and shot Sierra. I knew she was a lying conniving bitch, but never thought she had the balls to go after me. I was ready to settle this once and for all.

  ***

  The ride from VA to New York was spent rapping about business. We discussed our next move and how we were going to handle it. I respected the hell out of my partnas, they’ve been down for me no matter what situation I happened to get myself in. There’ve never been a time that I could recall that I’ve ever had to question their loyalty. I knew without a doubt that they would ride until the breath left their bodies. I would do the same for them without question. After I lost Darryl, they really stepped it up and held me down.

  We finally hit New York with one destination in mind and that was Hempstead, Long Island. We finally arrived and I drove a used car that I bought just for the sake of the trip into the gated community. I remembered the code that Shayna gave me years ago. I parked and got out the car, walked up the driveway and rang the bell. My nigga walked toward the back door. Mrs. Carter opened the door instantly and as soon as she saw my face, I saw a look of displeasure plastered all over her chubby face.

  “Honey, who is at the door?”

  “It’s Alijah, Shayna’s husband,” She yelled back before I had the chance to shut her up.

  “It’s your son in law. I need to talk to you.” I pushed past her and pushed the door shut.

  “You can’t just come up in here. I will call the police.”

  He took his cell phone off the clip from his waist and tried to dial a number. I was on point though; I knocked it out of his hand. I pulled my gun out of my waist and pointed it at his dome. His wife started to scream, so I had to move fast.

  “Move over there and you go ahead with him.” I held the gun on both of them while I walked backward toward the door and opened it up for my partners. I saw old dude eyes popped open like he just realized shit was real.

  Chuck gave me the rope and I began to tie him to the chair. Her mother continued to yell harder when Dre put his gun to her head. I tied him up and went over to her.

  “Listen Ms. Carter, you need to stop all this blood claat screaming right now.” I looked her dead in the eyes and if she was any good at reading people
, she would sense that I meant business.

  “What the hell you call yourself doing, coming up in here like this? Do you know who I am? I am well connected.”

  I used my gun and bust the old fart in the face. Blood squirted all over the place.

  “Ok, now you know who I am! Listen up folks. I’m here for one thing and one thing only. I want your daughter, but I see she’s been ducking me. I know you good folks know where her ass has been hiding.” I looked at both of them.

  “Alijah what in God’s name is going on?”

  “What’s going on is I need you to call your daughter. Get her address of where she’s staying.”

  “Fuck you! You bastard! I warned Shayna about you years ago. I knew you weren’t any good. I sat on that bench for over thirty years, I seen your kind on a daily basis.”

  I see this old nigga didn’t know when to shut his mouth.

  “Oh, I hear you, I ain’t no good. I’m a piece of shit, your daughter didn’t think that when I had my wood in her mouth. We could sit here and go back and forth, but I’m not here for all that.” I handed him his phone.

  “Here you go. Call your daughter and get her address. You better not say a fucking word outside of what I tell you and if you do, my partner is prepared to blow Delores’s brains all over this kitchen.”

  “No, don’t do this! I treated you like family, please Alijah,” She pleaded. I saw the sincerity in her eyes, but it would have been a great script for Dr. Phil’s show. I wasn’t in the business of sincerity and emotions. I knew that bitch was performing and was banking on the fact that she was a woman and I’d fall for the shit.

  I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up! Tell him to do as I say or I’ma blow your head off.”

  “Aubrey! Please listen to him. I-I don’t want to die,” She wept.

  “Delores, shut your friggin’ mouth. I will not give in to this slime ball. She’s my fucking daughter and I will die, before I utter a word.”

  I knew I had to go to the extreme to get this man’s attention. I walked over to the door and got the bag that Chuck brought in. I took out my machete and walked over to the bitch.

  “Let’s try this one more time. Call your daughter.”

  “Please Alijah, I don’t have it. She changed her number, please don’t hurt us. We have money we can give you.”

  I placed my gun on my waist, took a step back and raised my machete and chopped her head clean off her body. Blood splashed everywhere as the head fell to the ground and her body along with the chair fell to the side.

  The husband sat there frozen as he looked on as his wife head bounced on the kitchen floor.

  “NO! NO! NO! NO! You bastard you killed her, you going to pay, I promise you will pay.”

  “Relax old man. You’re not on the judge’s bench, I’m in control. So pussy hole gi mi yuh daughter’s number and her address.”

  He looked at me and hawked and spit, that shit landed in my face. I used my other hand and wiped it off. Dre rushed over, but I stopped him.

  “Nah bro! I got this. This blood claat ole man nuh know who him a deal with. Him ‘bout fi find out though.”

  I snatched the cell phone and scrolled through the contact. There were no listings of that bitch name. I cut it off and put it in my pocket. I took the rest of the tools out of the bag. It was his time to feel my wrath. I took the saw and walked in front of him. I then took it to his right knee and start cutting through it pretending like it was fresh oxtail’s bones.

  I tuned out the screaming by the old fool. His bones were old so it took a little longer to saw it off.

  “NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOO! Stop, oh Jehovah God, please stop.”

  “Too late pussy hole, now give me the fucking info and maybe I will spare your other foot.” I lied.

  “Go to hell. I’m ready to die. Just kill me, you punk. Go ahead kill me.”

  While he was busy talking that bullshit, I started on the left knee. The yelling got louder. I sped up the process and cut off the other knee. It was a bloody situation. His face wore the expression of that of extreme pain. The fool still wouldn’t give up any info instead he kept mumbling and praying to God. I came to the realization that he’d die for his daughter so it was waste of my time. I took my Glock out and fired two shots in his face, dividing his brain meat into tiny particles.

  I put on a pair of gloves and searched the house thoroughly. There was no information anywhere about Shayna or her whereabouts. We cleaned up and made sure there was no evidence of us ever being there. It was already dark outside so we slipped through the backdoor and drove off into the night.

  Each killing that I did was becoming easier than the last. The thrill I got from seeing my victims’ faces when they knew they are about to meet their maker was priceless.

  I knew I didn’t get what I came for but by the time they found the bodies, she will be out of hiding and believe me I will get that ass. Dre stayed behind at a nearby hotel and Chuck and I drove back to the South. She’ll walk right into the trap that I set for her.

  Shayna Jackson

  The last couple of days have been stressful. I was shocked that the crack head really tried me like that, she wanted a hundred grand. I thought about not giving that bitch a penny, but I couldn’t really gamble with it. I was not scared of the feds knowing because they already were on to me. My concern was her telling the dude she claimed was asking questions. I’m pretty sure he was one of Alijah’s people. I was concerned that if I paid her she would smoke it up and then come back for more.

  So many decisions to make, so little time. I had to figure out how to shut this bitch up for good. After a lot of soul searching and brain torturing, I’d decided not to give that bitch a dime. I was going to play along like I was ready to pay her and when she show up for her money I’d pay her in full with a bullet in her head.

  I wished the grand jury would hurry up and come back with the indictment. That way they could pick up Alijah, because unless he was picked up, my life was in danger. After his trial I planned to leave the state. I didn’t like this old country ass, racist state anyway. Money was my only motivation for coming here and nothing played out the way that I envisioned it. Here I was in a whole bunch of mess, all because of that no good ass nigga. Things would’ve been different if he had just been a perfect husband, but no, he couldn’t control his cock and now he shall pay with his freedom.

  I recalled when he used to accuse me of trying to control his life. Little did he know that when he do get to prison, his life will be literally be controlled by the Federal Bureau of Prison guards. Oh well we will see how the big bad Alijah Jackson adjusts to life in the real big house.

  ***

  I’ve been calling my parents for the last few days and the calls have been going directly to the voicemail. That was so unlike Daddy, we spoke on Saturday and I was supposed to call him on Wednesday and it was Saturday again. A whole week had gone by. He knew my current situation and would not have gone out of town without telling me first. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was strange that both their phones were turned off at the same time. I was willing to give it until later that evening or I’d be calling the Hempstead Police so they could do a welfare check on them.

  I tried to sleep. I twisted and turned all night. I felt an anxiety attack creeping up on me. I haven’t had one of those since my college days. I remembered the feeling; my palms got sweaty, and my chest started to tighten up. I couldn’t breathe “oh God help me. I-I can’t take this.” I whispered. I remembered what the nurse at my college told me to do. I crawled in the corner of the room, counted to ten slowly, and then I counted backward. I breathed slowly. I tried to control it, I started to breathe slower, and I had it under control. I laid there until I dozed off.

  I was awakened by the sun beaming in through the curtain. I knew it was day time and I needed to get up. I had to find my daddy; all we had was each other. I showered, got dressed and grabbed my pu
rse and car keys. I was heading home to find my daddy!

  The streets were scarce with cars, so I used that to my advantage. At times I touched one hundred miles per hour. It took me five and half hours to get to the Lincoln Tunnel and into my home state. My entire journey I begged God to protect my parents. I knew I wasn’t close with God, but I needed him and from the little that I knew about him, He was very understanding.

  I entered the city and five minutes later, I pulled into my parents’ driveway. I saw the nosey neighbor peeping out the front window. I paid him no mind, but something caught my attention. Both of their cars were in the driveway and the newspapers piled up on the doorstep. That was also strange, every morning the first thing that Daddy did was get dressed and got the newspaper from outside. He would then sit at the table reading the morning news and drink a cup of coffee. This was his everyday routine from as far back as I could remember. I rang the doorbell multiple times, there were no answer. I started to bang.

  “Daddy, it’s me, open the door.” I banged harder.

  “Mama, it’s me Shayna, if you in there open the door.” The entire plea was in vain.

  I walked over to the neighbor’s house and he opened the door before I could even ring the bell.

  “Hello, pretty lady.” He said with that crooked smile.

  “Hello. I was wondering, have you seen or spoken to my parents lately?”

  “I haven’t seen them, come or go for ‘bout a week. I just figured they were gone up to Peekskill, you know they usually go up there ‘round this time of the year.”

  “Doesn’t that strike you as strange, since Daddy always asks you to watch the house while he’s out of town?” I asked.

  “Right! Right! I saw them come home from dinner, but I must’ve missed them when they left out.”

  “Did you call his phone?”