A Gangsters Melody (9 page)

Just as he had promised. Travon came back to get me. I still had no idea what was going on, but I had no choice but to go with the flow, at least for right now. Besides, even if I wanted to go back to Mama Belle’s which I didn’t; she had made it abundantly clear that I could never go back there. Travon had finished loading the last of my things into his Porsche truck

“I guess.” I stated, nervously. Monica had stuck her head into the passenger side window and whispered into my ear.

“Damn bitch, you ain’t been here but a hot minute and you done came up already. My only regret is that you didn’t really get a chance to learn anything from me.” Monica said, sounding disappointed.

“She’ll be fine. She’s in good hands.” Travon replied, reassuring her.
“I’ll call you later girl.” I said, giving Monica a kiss on the cheek.
“You make sure you do. And what are you going to do about your grandmother?” she asked, motioning with her eyes at the fact that Mama Belle was on the porch watching the whole thing.
“I don’t have a grandmother. I’ll call you later. Let’s go Tray.” Travon pulled off and we drove for a few blocks in silence until I spoke up.
“Okay Travon, what’s the deal? Where are we going and why did you have me bring all of my things?” I asked, curiously.
“Well it’s like this. I know this is going to sound crazy because we just met, but I’m really feeling you. And I think I’m feeling you even more because you’re not from here and you’re not like these other chicks. You smart; intelligent, good looking and you’re not impressed by my money.” He replied, still driving never taking his eyes off the road.

“Look Travon, I appreciate the compliments and all but you haven’t answered my questions. Where are we going?” I stated, really wanting to know.

“Well the way I see it, I’m going to be going back and forth from New York to Baltimore on business. So I’m buying a Condo in a very nice and expensive area. I’m hardly ever going to be there so I want you to stay there. All expenses paid, and I’ve even got a brand new Mercedes s600 that I don’t use, you can have that to run around in.” He stated.

“Travon I don’t know what to say. This is all happening too fast.” I replied, in a state of shock.
“Yeah, I know, but it’s all good mommy. Look, you don’t have a good, stable place to stay right now and I’m about to buy a crib that I’m never going to be at, so it’ll be like you’re house sitting for me.”
“That’s just it Travon. That’ll be your shit that you can put me out of anytime you feel like it. Then I’ll be right back to square one, and for all of that I might as well stay with my grandmother. Thanks but no thanks.” I stated, adamantly.
“Look baby, I feel where you’re coming from, but I don’t get down like that. Best believe, if I give you something it’s yours to keep.”
“All of that sounds good, but you don’t even know me.”
“I don’t have to know you baby, I know me and I know what I want.”
“This is crazy.”
“So. You ain’t never did nothing crazy before?”
“Yeah, but not like this. I think I’m going to have to say no Tray.” I replied, Travon was in shock and couldn’t believe that I had just turned down such a generous offer.
“Okay. I’ll tell you what. Just to prove to you how I get down, I will put it in your name.” He stated.
“What did you say?” I replied, not believing what I was hearing.
“You heard me. Everything I buy for you I will put in your name. This way if you want to
you
can put
me
out.” He replied, while laughing.
“Okay. Travon, one thing I hate is a liar. So don’t try and bullshit me by telling me you’re gonna buy this expensive crib and put it in my name. Just stop it. Cut the bullshit right now please.” I stated, angrily. Travon just looked over at me and grabbed his cell phone. He put it on speaker phone and began to dial a number.
“What’s your last name?” He asked.
“What?” I asked, wondering where he was going with this.
“Your last name ma. What’s your last name?” he asked again, rushing me.
“Da- Davis. Why?” I stuttered before a voice came across the speaker phone signaling that someone had picked up the line.
“Elite Structures and Real Estate. This is Mike how can I help you?” The voice said.
“Hey Mike. It’s Travon what’s up?” Travon replied.
“Hey Mr. Outlaw. How’s it going? All ready to take ownership of the new property?” Mike asked.
“Well that’s what I was calling you about Mike.”
“Mr. Outlaw you’re not pulling out are you?” Mike asked, nervously.
“No Mike, relax your commission is safe. I just want to change the name on the paperwork from my name to a Ms. Tiffany Davis.” Travon said, with a smile on his face.
“Well unfortunately Mr. Outlaw it’s not that simple. There’s the matter off Ms. Davis’ credit history. We’ll have to see if she qualifies and then..” Mike said before Travon cut him off.
“Hey mike listen, everything is still everything. I’m still fronting all the cash all we’re doing today is changing the name on the paperwork. Now can you make that happen for me or do I have to take my business across the street to that other company with that fine ass receptionist?” Travon said, slightly raising his voice.
“Hold on Mr. Outlaw, that won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can arrange things just the way you want them.” Mike said, reassuringly.
“Yeah Okay. I knew you was the man. I’ll bring Ms. Davis by later to sign the papers.
“Okay. Mr. Outlaw. I’ll be here.” Mike replied. Travon hung up the phone and grabbed me by the hand.
“Are you convinced that I’m real yet?” He asked.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” I said, in a total state of shock.
“Well it’s real baby. We’ll drop your stuff off at the hotel and then I’ll take you by to see the place. You can stay at the suite for a few days until the condo is ready.” I was overwhelmed.
“I don’t know what to say.” I responded.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just be loyal and faithful.” He replied.
“Faithful? Are you trying to tell me something Travon?” I asked, smiling.
“Baby I’m not trying to tell you something you don’t already know. You done lucked up and got a good nigga your first night out. So just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He said, before leaning over and kissing me.
“Travon, I’m going to ride with you, but don’t make me fuck you up when it’s all said and done. I know you’re in the music business and you got wall to wall groupies, so don’t try to play me.” I stated, firmly.
“Listen Tiffany. I ‘m going to keep it real with you. I’ve been through the whole groupie thing when I was younger. But I’m older now and I’m looking for more. I mean, think about it. I could have picked any woman in that club last night, but I chose you.” He stated before I burst out in laughter.
“What the hell is so funny?” he asked.
“Because you said that
you
chose
me
?”
“Yeah and?”
“Nigga how do you know I didn’t choose you?”
“Because I’m a player that’s why?” He responded, popping his collar.
“Whatever, just drive player. And stay away from that fine ass receptionist at that Real Estate office across the street that you were talking about.” I said, playfully punching him in is arm.
“Oh baby, I ain’t never been across the street. I was just spitting some of that good old New York game.” Travon said, laughing.

“Two rappers? Ya’ll niggas couldn’t handle two motherfucking rappers? What type of bullshit is that?” Horse screamed to the top of his lungs, while his soldiers stood there and took the verbal assault that they were being hit with.

“Horse man listen.” Maleek started to explain but was abruptly cut off.
“Nah Fuck that. I heard enough. Ya’ll just going to let theses niggas from up top come down here and take food out of your mouths? Out of your kids’ mouths?” Huh?” Horse replied, still yelling.
“Horse you don’t understand man. Them NY niggas is fucking ruthless. I mean we followed the plan just like you said, but it’s like they were one step ahead of us the whole time. I’m telling you, them niggas is about their business man. Horse, when I say them niggas is on point, I mean them niggas is on…” Devin never got to finish his praising. Horse swiftly pulled his gun from his waistline and smacked Devin across the face sending him crashing to the floor.
“Shut your bitch ass up. Is-this-the-type-of –bitchass-soldiers I got working for me?” Horse stated while delivering powerful kicks to Devin’s ribs and mid section.
“Well is it?” he asked looking around the room at the frightened faces.
“This nigga sucking them NY niggas dicks and shit. As a matter of fact, open your motherfucking mouth.” He demanded, bending down.
Devin was apparently afraid for his life and refused to open his mouth.
“Oh you ain’t gonna open up huh? Yo Rock, Sammy, give this pussy some assistance.” Horse ordered.
It was then that Rock and Sammy stepped forward and each grabbed Devin by an arm and yanked him to his feet. Rock and Sammy were Horse’s personal security. They both stood about 6’6 and weighed about 300 lbs of pure muscle. When they got him to his feet rock delivered a crushing blow to his kidney forcing Devin to open his mouth. Horse stepped up and shoved his gun in Devin’s mouth knocking a few teeth out.
“Now since you sucking so much New York dick, suck on this. SUCK IT NIGGA. Or I’m going to put your brains on that back wall.” Horse yelled, through gritted teeth.
Devin fearing for his life started sucking on the barrel of the gun. Some of the other soldiers are pointing and laughing, while others are shaking their heads in disbelief.
“Ya’ll see this shit? Look at this faggot motherfucker. I don’t need no gay ass soldiers in my army. Somebody cancel this bitch’s contract.” Horse said, throwing a wad of money on the floor. But before anybody can react Maleek steps forward and puts a bullet in Devin’s head.
“Ooh, now that’s gangster.” Horse said, showing his approval.
“Damn baby. That was your older brother.” Rock said, talking to Maleek.
“No nigga, That was business.” Maleek stated, picking the money up off of the floor.

I had been with Travon for about a year now, and so far my life was just as beautiful as he promised it would be. I had cars, money, clothes, jewelry and most importantly three beauty salons that were doing exceptionally well. Travon made sure that I was always happy and that I never wanted for anything. He was becoming a very big figure in the music industry. DBoy and The Realm Squad had sold over 3 million records and our lifestyle reflected the money that he made from managing them. There were a few downsides to living this life, I wish my parents were alive to see that I had made something of myself; they would both have been overjoyed at the fact that I accomplished my dreams of graduating from cosmetology school. My graduation was bitter sweet because as I crossed the stage and accepted my diploma, I looked out into the crowd and the two seats that my parents were supposed to occupy were filled with Travon and Monica, Terri and LaShawn were there too. I sent Mama Belle an invitation but she didn’t show up. I didn’t expect her to after the big fight that we had. I attempted to reach out to her just to see if she needed anything because I know my dad would have wanted it that way. But she never returned the three phone calls and messages I left for her, so that chapter of my life was officially closed. The other problem with living this lifestyle is that it gets lonely. Travon is always in and out of town and he asked me to cut back on hanging out with Monica and the girls because he said they had a bad reputation and that I was above their way of thinking, behaving, and living. In a way he was right, I never really agreed with the life that the Stiletto Divas led, I was just trying to fit in. but when this overnight success kicked in I realized that the lifestyle that they lead is not for me, and my parents would be very disappointed in me if I chose that route. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t completely distance myself from them, but at the request of my man and future husband I did cut back on the hanging out and wild activities. Travon was now a very prominent figure in the music industry and I would do nothing to damage his great reputation or create a bad one for myself. I was truly in love with Travon, and I couldn’t wait to become Mrs. Outlaw and carry his child. But his busy lifestyle was making me lonely and I had to call him and let him know. I picked up my Blackberry and dialed his cell number.

“Hey what’s up baby? When are you coming home?” I asked, in my sweetest baby girl voice.
“Come on baby. You already know how this part of the game goes. This music and traveling is what keeps you living the way you like to live and doing the things you like to do. Come on Tiffany it’s been almost six months you should be well adjusted by now.” Travon responded.
“I know. But I’m lonely Tray.” I fired back, in an even more whiney voice.
“Lonely? With all that money I left there? Go buy yourself some friends.” He responded, laughing.
“Shut up Tray. I’m serious. Now come on. You don’t like me hanging around Monica and them no more, so I cut back on hanging out with them. But I’m always here by myself in this big ass house. How come I can’t never go with you to New York?” I responded.
“Tiffany, you’ve been up here with me a few times so what are you talking about?” he responded, sounding a little agitated.
“Yeah Tray, but when I do come what do I do besides sit at the hotel, or go shopping and occasionally go to your apartment or the studio?”
“Okay baby listen. I know it gets a little lonely from time to time, but I’ll be home soon I promise. Now look, I got to go. Keep it tight and I’ll holler at you later.”
“Okay Tray but you better call me.”
“I will baby.” He answered before hanging up. I just deep sighed and plopped down on the bed. I would have to call the girls and do some shopping to make me feel better.

“Damn son I never thought I’d see the day when you would lose your pimp card going soft on a bitch. What the fuck has gotten into you with all of this lovey dovey shit?” D-Boy said as Travon hung up the phone.

“Let it go Dee.” Travon instructed, not in the mood to be ridiculed.
“Nah son. I been watching you for the longest and you really head over heels for this bitch.” D-Boy continued, with the antagonizing.
“Look Dee, I’m going to tell you one more time to let the shit go. Why are you hating anyway? Just because I found myself somebody who is more than a groupie or a fuck buddy? Somebody who got a little interest in and who ain’t taking me for all my paper like them bitches you fuck with?” Travon barked back.
“Whatever nigga. You got the nerve to talk, you done gave the bitch a crib, a whip and God knows how much paper. And the real bullshit is I’m the one who put the bullshit in her drink that night and your cock blockin ass end up beating it.” D-Boy fired back.
“What did you say?” Travon asked, making sure that he heard correctly.
“That night of the after party. I slipped the bullshit in her drink so I could tear that ass up. But you bitched up and did the cock blocking shit. I’ll admit you was right. She was a tough nut to crack until I ended up putting the shit in her drink.” D-Boy said, with a smile on his face.
“You stupid motherfucker. Do you know she blamed me for taking advantage of her, and for taking her fucking virginity?” Travon said, now screaming to the top of his lungs.
“Oh shit. That bitch was a virgin? Aww nigga you should be thanking me instead of being mad at me. So tell me, does she suck a good dick?” D-Boy said, laughing loudly, before Travon punched him in the face and knocked him to the floor as they simultaneously pull their guns out.
“Nigga are we about to dance over a bitch?” D-boy asked, still in shock from the punch.
“Nah nigga. If we dance it’s because you don’t know when or how to shut the fuck up. Now put the hammer away and let’s get back to business.” Travon said, slowly lowering his weapon.
“You sucker for love ass nigga.” D-Boy said, jokingly as Travon helps him up off the floor.
“Fuck you, you fucking hater.” Travon responded, laughing.