My Besties: The Come Up (7 page)

“Why you crying? You cheating on me, Tutu?”

She looked at me with a shocked look on her face. “No, I’m not cheating on you.”

I stared at my chick for a few minutes. On some real shit, she looked like she was telling the truth. I still couldn’t shake that feeling that something just wasn’t right.

I fucked her in every room in the house ending back in the living room.

“Tutu, I love you.”

“I love you too. Go to sleep.”

Her ass left me awake by myself so I flamed up my kush blunt, turned on ESPN, and watched the highlights from the Bulls and Heat game. My nigga D-Rose showed the fuck out beating the Heat by sixteen points.

In the back of my mind, I still couldn’t shake that feeling that something wasn’t right. I blame it on them pills. “I gotta stop popping those fucking pills.”

I put the blunt in the ashtray and readied to lay it down with my boo when I saw her phone light up on the table. I walk over to the table and pick the phone up. She had eight text messages. I grabbed the blunt out the ashtray and opened her messages.

“Who the fuck is Pancho?”

There were about thirty messages back and forth between their asses. As I read the messages, I got mad all over again. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. “This grimy ass bitch! She never even told me she even had a brother.”

I got to the last five messages and my heart began racing. This one message got me on murder mode. It read,
“Pancho, get yo crew together. The money at 8514 Marquette in the garage. Be careful he got four pit bulls and cameras around the garage.”

“Oh yeah?”

I kept reading. The next text was sent earlier tonight.

“I’mma get him high. Make sure you get every dime!
”

I read the text he sent and it said,
“I’ll call you when I kill ‘em.”

I grabbed my phone from my pants pocket. I had sixteen alerts from my security setup. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I played the video. What I saw changed every good bone I had in my body for this bitch. After seeing that video, I had murder on my mind and this bitch was the number one victim.

I walk over to where she was sleeping. “Wake up shawty. Come on, we gotta take a ride real quick.”

“What’s wrong, boo?”

“My alarm is going off at the spot.”

I watched her go into a state of panic. “What alarm?”

Then she hit me with, “Baby my pussy is on swole. You wore me out. Let’s go in the morning. It’s probably nothing.”

I wanted to shoot this hoe in her lying ass mouth. “Get the fuck up. Don’t make me ask you again.”

As she reluctantly got up and started dressing, I sat on the edge of the couch and watched her fidget. “What you looking all crazy for?”

“I’m just tired.”

Tired my ass, I thought. Ten minutes later, we were on the expressway.

“Why you so quiet?”

I looked at her and watched her bite her nails, something she did when she was nervous. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Damn Tutu, why?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “I never meant to hurt you.”

WHACK!

I smacked her so hard that her head bounced off the window. I didn’t say another word as we got off on 87
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Street. When I finally pulled around the back of the house to where the garage was, I could see the door pulled halfway off.

“Bitch, get the fuck out!” I snatched that bitch out through the driver’s side door.

“Call Pancho!” I handed her, her phone. She looked like she wanted to pass out.

“Yeah bitch, I read every text.”

I hawked up and spit in her face.

“You a snake ass hoe!”

She silently cried as she dialed his number. It kept going to voicemail.

“Keep calling!”

I walked to the door to peek inside. “Come here.”

I saw all my fucking dogs dead on the ground with a body laid in the middle of them. I walked towards the body to see if my dogs ate this nigga up. I bent down to see all this nigga’s brains on the floor.

“Who the fuck–.”

“OH NOOOOOOO! PANCHO! NO! NO! NO!”

Tutu came running into the garage damn near knocking me over. She fell to the ground pulling at the dead body.

“PANCHO! PLEASE GET UP!”

She was screaming so loud that I know God heard her. Had she not set me up, I would have felt bad for the bitch. I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the back of her head. “Bitch you don’t have to cry. You bout to go where this nigga went.”

“JR please… I know I fucked up, but please don’t kill me. You don’t have to fuck with me. I won’t say shit to nobody.”

I looked at this hoe as if she was crazy. “Bitch, I gotta answer to my crazy ass cousin who thought you wasn’t shit to begin with. How the fuck am I gonna explain $345,000.00 missing?”

I wanted to kill this bitch so bad, but truth be told, I was in love with this ol’ conniving ass bitch.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“Because I know who did this.”

RING! RING!

I snatched the phone from her hand and saw that Pancho’s number was on the screen.

“Who dis?”

The caller was real bold. “Fuck you and that snake ass nigga, Pancho!”

“Go shawty, it’s yo birthday, we gon party

like it’s yo birthday, and you know we don’t

give a fuck cuz it’s yo birthday!”

Chapter 10

JuJu

(One Week Later)

I thought having that money would make me feel better. We split it four ways. Each of us came off with $91,250.00 apiece. That lick couldn’t have come at a better tie because all our birthdays is this week. Turn Up!

After we hit the garage, we met up at Lil Mama’s crib. It took E and ReRe forever to get there and when they finally came, they were on some silent shit. I’m not slow. I knew E was going to kill Pancho. I felt that shit coming a mile away. That nigga couldn’t be trusted anyway so, fuck ‘em.

I do know that this money is not going to last forever. That robbery gave me a new burst of energy. Knowing that this money is from a bank that was robbed, I started to think. We can take a bank, hands down. If it’s money like this in a bank, all we need to do is hit like one or two and we’d be set for a minute.

Easier said than done. I’ll find a way to hip my besties and see what they got to say. Today we bout to hit up Indiana and snatch us a few cars.

RING! RING!

I grabbed my phone and saw that it’s my boo, LJ. I haven’t really spoken to him since the robbery.

“What’s up, sexy? You miss me?”

I was smiling harder than a fat bitch pulling up to McDonald’s. “Hey back at you handsome. Yes I miss you.”

“I can’t tell. I haven’t heard from yo ass in a few days. Where you at?”

“I’m bout to get up with the besties and we’re bout to hit a few car lots in Indiana.”

“You bout to get a whip?”

“Yeah.”

“Why you ain’t hit me up?”

“I dunno. I just thought I’d roll up on you when I got my shit.”

“How much you trying to spend?”

Now see, why does he need to get all in my business like that? I hate lying to him about my business, but it’s just that, my business.

“My auntie gave me a few thousand. You know a going back to school present.”

“Alright, that’s cool, but you should let me and Poohman take y’all so y’all don’t get scammed by a shady ass car salesman named Bob.”

I got out the bed and headed for the shower.

“Come on.”

(E)

I’m tripping the fuck out right now. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to my besties without them flipping the fuck out, Ju in particular. I’m glad I killed that pussy ass nigga, Pancho. That nigga was not to be trusted. I knew he was going to try and double cross us. This clown ass nigga even had the nerve to text some hoe named Tutu saying that he would call her after he killed us. The nerve of this nigga.

Now I need to figure out who this hoe is. Wait a minute; I’m on some slow shit. Tutu that nigga’s sister. Does she even know that this nigga’s dead? She’s been calling and texting his phone all day and night. I called it back a few nights ago. Some clown talking about, “Who dis?”

She must know that he’s dead because it was her name that popped up on the screen. The nigga must have been JR. For now, fuck that bitch and her dead ass brother. It’s our birthday week and we’re about to get it in. We’re about to go cop us some whips and hit the malls.

I’ve also been thinking about our next move. On the low, I think we could do a bank. This bread isn’t gon last forever. I know Tiki and Re will be down with the bullshit, but Ju’s ass is on some scary shit. I been doing a little research and I’mma let my besties in on my little plan and see where it goes. Time to get ready to go shopping!

“Y’all need to move da doe, y’all need

to move da doe, move da doe, ay move

da doe, y’all need to move da doe!”

Chapter 11

LJ

“Yo Poohman, come make this move with me real quick. I’m taking JuJu and her little crew out to Indiana to get some whips.”

He laughed.

“What’s so funny, bro?”

“He said that they all was gonna go get them a car. I asked her where she got the money from -.”

“And let me guess, she said from Ju’s auntie, Lil Mama, right?”

“Bingo.”

I trust shawty because she bout that life. I really don’t want to think that she would lie to me about shit because she don’t have to. Her auntie did just do a bid for bank robbery. I know she put some bread away because my auntie Boo told me.

“Ju, I’m on my way.”

(30 Minutes Later)

“Poohman, yo ass crazy as shit, boy. So, let me get this straight. You had a crush on Pam Grier when you was a shawty?”

“Hell yeah! If I was old enough back then, I would have took her ass down.”

I’m choking on this weed smoke. “Would you hit now, my nigga?”

“Hell naw! She old as fuck now. Plus, she fat as shit. You know I don’t do fat hoes.”

I’m laughing so hard that I’ve got tears coming out of my eyes.

“Ay, pull over in the gas station, nigga, I need some gum.”

“Yo ass need some help!” I pulled over at the Citgo on 79
^th
and Yates. “Poohman put forty-five on pump five.”

This cheap ass nigga walked over to me and put his hand out.

“What nigga?”

He gon look at me as if I’m in the wrong. “Man Joe, give me half.”

I went in my pockets shaking my head. “Cheap ass!”

“Whatever!”

I put the pump in the tank and waited for it to begin pumping. I heard somebody’s car knocking off the chain. Whoever that is has some serious bass in their trunk.

“God damn!”

They weren’t even in the gas station and I heard their shit loud and clear. Next thing you know, this tan Impala whips up to the pump next to me. Dude’s shit was beating so loud that he has my windows shaking. He’s got some nice ass rims on his shit too. His shit isn’t fucking with mine, but he can pull some hoes.

“Jaw, what up nigga?”

I turned around to see my nigga JR. I grew up with this nigga. His uncle used to run with my uncle in the projects.

“JR, what yo black ass doing on this side of town? You a long way from the Greens.”

I looked into his eyes and I can see the stress all over his face.

“You good, my nigga?”

“Hell naw! I got a little spot over on 85
^th
and Marquette. Last night a motha fucker stained me for three hundred fifty G’s.”

I almost passed out.

“And that ain’t even the worst part. That money belonged to me, Boogie, and Big Moe!”

“Damn Joe! That’s fucked up! That nigga still crazy?”

“Hell yeah, but the killing part of the whole situation is that the little hoe I’m fucking is the one that set me up to get hit!”

“Damn, my nigga! Yo ass got problems!”

“The good side of it is that she told me who helped her brother steal my shit.”

“Wait! Her brother? Where that nigga at?”

“When I went to check on the money, dude ass was laying in the middle of the garage, dead!”

“So the niggas that helped him hit the lick killed his ass afterwards?”

“Yeah. She said it was four niggas. She only know one of their names. Some dude named, Dirty E.”

I had a bad taste in my mouth. “Ay Joe, is Dirty E a nigga?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason.”

I took a deep breath. For some reason I thought about my boo and her little crew. They don’t even look like they get down like that.