A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel) (27 page)

“I guess it’s true then huh?” Marco asked as he fired up a cigarette.

“What’s true?”

“You killed Dan-D?”

Quasym looked Marco up and down, but didn’t answer him. That was the only thing he didn’t like about being around Marco, his ability to read a muthafucka. It was like Marco knew what a person was thinking, and that bothered Quasym. He didn’t need anyone trying to read him and figure out his thoughts. He shifted his stance and turned away from Marco.

“Yea, I already knew that shit,” Marco chuckled. “No judgment from me. That nigga deserved every bit of that. I’m telling you he was on my list to take out. Even then, I don’t give a fuck if you killed Dan-D or not, you don’t owe Hova shit. This move here
gonna have muthafuckas looking down on you and thinking they can do the same damn thing. You need to just let me handle this.”

“Let’s just see how this goes. I got a feeling that it’s gonna work out for the best. We don’t need any more causalities. The pl
ug just put fifty keys in my hand the other day and gave me two weeks to move them. He wants me to move up to one-fifty a month, and I can’t do that if I’m at war with a nigga. That’s some major paper we talking about. Can’t have this shit here fucking it up,” Quasym told him. He looked up when he spotted a set of bright lights whip into the lot they were posted up in. He nodded his head and walked over to the car to grab the duffle bag out.

Marco pulled his pistol out, cocked it, and held it down by his s
ide. He took a tug off the cigarette and blew the smoke in the air as he waited for Hova to come near them. He didn’t give a fuck what Quasym was talking about. If Hova stepped out of line he would put him down, no questions asked. His ego was already hurting by the fact that he messed up on the hit anyway, and he wanted nothing more than to make it right.

Hova pulled his car up next to theirs and slowly got out of the car. He walked around to meet up with Marco and Quasym and only stared at them. He leane
d against his car and tucked his arms over his chest. He had his reservations about meeting with Quasym after all that had happened, but after Samantha’s rant this morning, he felt that maybe it was best that he laid it all down.

He wasn’t getting any you
nger, and he’d been shot so many times that he felt if he took one more bullet there wouldn’t be any more chances for him. He had kids that he had to think about. His money stacked up nicely over the years, and it was better that he got out the game while he still had his life and his good name.

“It was you that got my traps shut down right?” Quasym asked already knowing that Hova was responsible.

Hova shrugged, “I wanted yuh tuh feel me when I touched yuh pockets. It’s no secret; yuh know it was me.”

“Yea I know. You had my people killed over there off Singleton too huh?”

“Yuh had ya mans here try tuh kill me and my ol’ lady in a crowded restaurant. Need we go tit for tat or we just try to squash dis like yuh told my people over deh phone.”

“I got your
money plus a little extra. You stay the fuck away from my wife, my money, and I’ll do the same,” Quasym tossed the duffle bag at Hova’s feet and eyed him. He felt his blood boiling all of a sudden as he stared at the man that had almost taken something that was so precious to him. He started to think about what Marco was just saying moments earlier and wondered if letting Hova just walk away was a good idea. What if Hova took his money and continued to come at him.

“That’s all I wanted in deh first place,
” Hova kept his eyes on Marco and Quasym as he knelt down and picked the duffle bag up from the ground. “Just my money.”

“Aye, who working with you? We know you got somebody over on our side working with you. Who is it?” Marco questioned with the grip arou
nd the handle of his pistol getting tighter and tighter.

Hova chuckled, “Yuh still haven’t figured dat out yet. I thought dat would have been deh first thing yuh figured out when I took deh first spot down.”

“Nigga, who the fuck is it?”

“When yuh found me
and my ol’ lady at deh Applebee’s dat day, how did yuh know? I’m not going for dat Facebook shit. Somebody had tuh say something,” Hova tossed the duffle inside of the car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Facebook. Created a fake profile and adde
d Samantha and a few of her friends. You know that social media will always catch a nigga slipping if they let it,” Marco lied. He would never give up Ashley and anyone else that helped him out for that matter. That was the difference between him and many of niggas. He would never snitch on anyone, not even his worst enemy.

“Latifah got a lil’ mouth piece on her. She and my lil’ jump off Jazz are cousins. She’s always calling up Jazz and letting her know what the play is. Jazz calls me every time she gets
some news I can use,” Hova told them and inwardly laughed as he watched the grimace that appeared on both Marco and Quasym’s face.

“So, who told you about Dan-D?” Quasym asked.

“Yuh, told me when yuh attacked me at Jazz’s spot. I was only guessing,” Hova lied. Just like Marco, he would keep some things to himself in case he needed to use it later. There was no way he would show all his cards on the first play. He had to hold on to the few he had left. “A’ight, I’ll holla at yuh youngn’s later. Be easy.”

“
Take me to my car and handle that bitch Latifah before sunrise,” Quasym ordered as the two of them got into the car.

***

              The rain was falling heavily by now. It was hard to see out of the windows as Marco maneuvered his way through the city streets. He looked over at Latifah in the passenger’s seat of his car and watched how nervously she shifted. She was young and dumb and just didn’t know any better. He didn’t know if she had maliciously given Jazz the info that was given or if she was that dumb that she didn’t realize the damage that she was doing. Either way, Latifah had to go. She had caused them a lot of money and even caused the life of her friend.

             
“Where the hell are we going?” Latifah asked. “We done passed up like twenty damn hotels, Marco.”

             
“I know, but you know how I am. I like my privacy. When I’m chilling with a chick, I like to be away from all of the world so we can enjoy ourselves with no problems.”

             
“Yea whatever. I know you ain’t feeling me like that. You just want some quick pussy and head. I could’ve did that shit in the car. I got business to take care of in the morning. Sym supposed to be helping me get a new place to stay ‘cause I can’t stay with my aunt for too much longer, she getting on my damn nerves.”

             
Latifah removed a blunt and a lighter from her purse and fired it up. She was surprised that Marco stepped to her on the level that he had, but she always knew that Marco wanted to fuck her. They all did. No matter how much they played hard to get, everybody wanted a piece of Latifah. Her little chocolate body was just too irresistible to refuse. She gave some of the best head in the hood, and she had name for having some of the wettest pussy on the side of West Dallas. Latifah was the shit, and she knew it.

             
“I don’t like fucking in the car. That’s the point of having a bed. I wanna see that tight little body, butt naked, laid out across my bed, with your legs wide open so I can eat that pussy up. Can’t handle you like I want to in the car,” Marco said and then grabbed a handful of Latifah’s breast.

             
“What happened to that chick you was fuckin’ with? Ol’ girl Rakwon used to always say you were with.”

             
“I don’t fuck with her anymore,” Marco sighed. He reached for the knob on the stereo and turned the volume up. He was sick of people asking him about Cherie. She was a thirsty broad that was out to get him for his money. It damn near worked every time he tried it on a female and unfortunately for him, Cherie had been no different. Females always got impatient when he didn’t spend money on them, or when he made them believe that he didn’t have his own place.

They always let their egos get the best of them a
nd had them feeling like they could do better than Marco, and he would always let them. It was cool for him because he wanted to make sure his next woman was the best woman for him. He didn’t want any chick coming at him for what he had. He wanted someone that could vibe with him for him. Someone who enjoyed spending time with him, talking to him late nights, and dealing with his crazy attitudes. He needed the right woman on his team, and he hated that that right woman hadn’t been Cherie-he was really feeling her. He hoped that he would eventually stop missing her especially after what Quasym told him that she’d said about him earlier that day.

             
Marco had never been the type to sweat a woman after she showed her true colors. This time with Cherie should have been no different, but it was. He thought about the statement she made all damn day, and it picked at his soul slowly. He really wanted her to be different. He’d imagined that the two of them had a future together. He thought that maybe she would finally be the one that he would settle down with and give a life to, but her gold digging ways had gotten in the middle of that. It was too bad because they would have made a cute couple and had some pretty ass babies. Fuck it. She was a shallow bitch, and it was her loss, not his.

             
He drove quietly down the darkened rainy streets as he made his way to the far end of East Dallas. He bobbed his trying to figure out how he was going to kill Latifah. He didn’t know if he wanted to make her suffer or just get it done quickly. His plan was to kill her and then dump her body near one of the strip clubs so that the police would assume it she was killed by a John. He looked over at Latifah, who was damn near naked in a pair of khaki high waist knit shorts and a blue swing crop top. She looked the part and could be mistaken for a woman in the streets.
Yea that will work perfectly.
Marco thought as he focused back on the road.

             
“You wanna hit the weed, Marco?” Latifah asked over the music. She handed the blunt to Marco and tried to look out the window when he made a sudden right turn. The rain just made it too hard for her to see, and she couldn’t really place where they were at.

             
“Preciate it ma’,” Marco said as he accepted the blunt. He pulled his car into a subdivision and drove until he found a spot where it was fairly dark. He reached and turned the music down and then took a tug of the blunt. He passed it back to Latifah. “You wanna hit his one last time?”

             
“That’s a whole blunt nigga. What you mean one last time?” Latifah snatched the weed from him and took a huge toke from it. She tried once again to look out the window, but the rain was so heavy that it was hard. She didn’t even know how Marco was able to manage the way he was.

             
“So, why you never told anyone that your cousin was Jazz?”

             
“Huh-Jazz?” Latifah shifted nervously as she blew out the smoke that she was holding on to. “The fuck is you talking about?”

             
“I’m talking about Jazz. The bitch that stay over there in the fucking Butter Beans. You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

             
“Okay, so what? She’s my cousin on my daddy’s side, and nigga? You saying that to say what?”

             
“You been running your mouth to your punk ass cousin and you know damn well she fuck with that nigga Hova. She the one who gave him the info on our little spots that ‘caused us some muthafuckin’ money! My nigga Ju Ju looking at some real hard ass time for this shit, bitch!”

             
“Marco let me out this muthafucka! You tripping right now! I ain’t told Jazz shit! I knew that was Hova little side piece, but I would never tell her shit! Y’all the ones that was fattening my pockets, why would I do that?” Latifah tried to open the door, but every time she pulled on the handle; Marco would press the button to the lock the door back. “Let me out! Let me out!”

             
“I’m a let you out in just a minute,” Marco told her.

             
“This what this is? You tricked me into making me think you wanted to fuck me so you could kill me?”

             
“Bitch, I told your dirty ass before that I didn’t want to fuck you. Type of nigga do you think I am?”

             
Latifah reached over the seat and tried to burn Marco with the tip of the blunt when he caught her with a backhand. She flew into the seat, and Marco brought the car to an abrupt stop. He placed the car in park, removed his seat belt, reached over and grabbed Latifah before she could get out of the car.

             
The sky roared with thunder as a bolt of lightning temporarily lit up the murky sky. Latifah screamed at the top of her lungs, “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Somebody hel-”

             
POW!

             
Marco quickly silenced Latifah by putting one into her head. This wasn’t how he planned to do it, but it was good enough. The thunder would drown out her yells, and the shot that he fired and the rain would wash her blood away and any trace of him ever being there. He tucked his pistol into his pants, got back into his car, and rushed away from the scene, leaving Latifah’s lifeless body behind.