The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis (8 page)

            
 
Still no sign of Makayla and I was starting to lose it. I wasn’t a bitch-ass nigga, which was the only reason I didn’t burn up her shit too. The longer I called her and got no answer, the more my pressure built. I had been through three blunts and a pint of gin mixed with cranberry when my phone finally rang. I licked my lips, smiling before I answered.
I knew she would bring her ass around.

              “Yeah,” I answered slurring. Once I heard the recording from the jail my heart dropped. I listened to accept the charges and was put through.

              “Nigga what the fuck you do?” I asked hastily.

              “I don’t have a whole lot of time to explain. I have been calling Alisha and can’t reach her on the phone. I need you to hit her ASAP and tell her to grab that money out the Monopoly box,” Kortez said sounding frustrated.

              “Monopoly money?” I questioned?

              “It ain’t Monopoly money, nigga; I just stashed it in the box. She stays searching all through my shit sometimes. Anyway, tell her to get it ASAP and to get down here and get me out the box.”

              “I’m on it right now, bruh.”  I disconnected the call immediately dialing Alisha’s number. Of course she didn’t answer so I hit Makayla whose phone was still going to voicemail. I finally hit Legacy last and when she didn’t answer I knew these bitches were together plotting as usual. I couldn’t figure out where they met up, but every time some shit went down those three got together and it was never at anybody’s house. I was the bad guy, though? At least Makayla knew where the fuck I was at most of the time, give or take when I went over Jasmine’s. This shit with her was all the way out of control and I was about to get to the bottom of it. But first things first, I had to help my nigga. It seems like my job was never done in the streets or at home.

I had to show Jacori that I truly didn't appreciate his decision to hide shit from me. Going behind my back was an extremely low blow to my ego. Hiding a situation of this magnitude was very disrespectful to me and it would not be tolerated. Hiding things period was just like lying to me. Once trust was fucked up between me and someone they might as well have committed suicide because they were dead to me. Jacori was my husband so I couldn’t resign him to that fate. One thing my dad told me was never bite the hand that fed you because once that trust dissolved you was better off starving.

It was getting late so I decided to go back to the condo and see who I could get to chill with me. From the sound of things earlier we were all going through it and needed to vent. Guess this was what my father was speaking of when he said that every good day soon follows a gloomy day when hustling was involved. Today seemed to be my gloomy day. My mind was filled with so many different thoughts that even the music playing on the radio got on my nerves so I powered it off and rolled to the condo in silence. I was more pissed off with the fact that Jacori would have damn near got life if he were to get caught. He knew better than to slang anything outside.

Jacori had way more common sense than that. Knowing that I could have lost him forever basically pissed me off. Plus I never trusted Breland. I was taught early on how to spot weakness in a man and he reeked of it. You can’t convince me that he ain’t a crackhead. The shifty eyes, twitching mouth, and constant sniffle made him real suspect to me. Plus a grown ass, able-bodied man not working was what I liked to call a nigga that had weak feet. Weak feet meaning that his feet would ache at the thought of holding down a job. I don’t see how Jacori didn’t see it. Pulling up to the condo for the second time again today, I turned off the engine and headed inside.

Opening up the door I found Makayla lying on the couch in her t-shirt and panties. I shook my head, observing the bottle of Hennessey on the coffee table. From the looks of it she had downed half of the fifth by herself. I walked to the hall closet grabbing a blanket to cover her up. As I walked into the dining room to sit my purse down, my phone started ringing. It was Davion calling my phone. He probably was looking for Makayla so I pressed the ignore button. I walked to the back bedroom where Alisha was snoring her ass off in her over-sized California king. I don’t know why she insisted on having that much bed for just her.

Davion called my phone six more times before he decided to send me a text message. I went ahead and read the message. The text said some very dreadful words.
It’s a code red. Call me.
My heart damn near jumped out of my body. Code red was a code that we used when someone was busted with some work. Makayla’s phone buzzed five seconds after mine did, but she was knocked out. Before waking her I decided to call Davion back to see what was going on first. Davion answered on the first ring.

“Why the fuck aren’t any of you women answering your damn phones?”

“Shit, hey to you too. If you and your two imbecile-ass homeboys would stop acting like you all don't have no damn God-given common sense then maybe we would. What's going on? I got the code red signal?”

“Yeah, Kortez just got pulled over with some keys on him and I don't know what's going on. He called me saying that he was on Perkins and Knight Arnold when they whipped up on him. He said if he didn't call me in another twenty minutes then I knew what to do.”

“How long has it been so far?”

“Mane, I don’t know how long it’s been. We need to be thinking real damn quick. He had a whole lot of weight on him.” I could hear the panic in his voice. “We ain’t got all night to figure shit out so hit Alisha ASAP.

“Okay smart-ass. Let me tell the girls know what’s going on.”

“I knew you were all together. Kortez been trying to reach Alisha and I tried to call Makayla; please tell her to come home. I'm not mad that she fucked up my shit. I know that she already told you what she did to my shit, but fuck it, I can replace that.” Davion sighed heavily as he rambled on. “Legacy, I miss her ass on some real shit, so please just tell her I'm sorry.”

“Whatever chump. Y'all asses are always sorry.”

“I’m serious. Oh, and I've been trying to reach Jacori to tell him what’s going on too, but he is not answering his phone either.”

“I’m not the one that you have to convince but I’ll tell Makayla what you said. As for Jacori, I'm on my way home to him now.”

“Okay. Tell Alisha Kortez needs her right now.”

“Get your Keith Sweat begging ass off my phone. I told you I would do it. Damn!”

We disconnected the lines. I turned the lights on and walked over to where Makayla was sleeping so peacefully. I called her name a few times before having to shake her awake.

“Damn what the hell is wrong with you waking me out of my sleep?” Makayla whined. “I was just about to get dicked down by Kevin Gates.” He had already ate the booty like groceries and he was about to slide in from the back 'til you messed it up.” She was big mad as she sat there with her arms crossed. Alisha and I both laughed at Makayla

              “Tell Kevin I’m sorry. But your real husband called me looking for you.”

I don't want to hear it, Legacy,” Mikayla said, attempting to stick her fingers in her ears. Sick of the childishness, I snatched her arms down.

“Girl, shut up and listen here for a minute. He called to tell me that we have a code red!” I replayed me and Davion’s entire conversation as Makayla and Alisha listened. Makayla rolled her eyes, but never said a mumbling word which I knew to be a bad sign.

“I will worry about Davion later,” Makayla stated grabbing her shoes.

“Now you’re cooking with gas bitch. Let’s roll out and grab our girl so we can get this whole mess fixed,” I asserted snapping my fingers at them. “Kortez is the first order of business for now. As for Davion, you already burned his shit up. The least you can do now is hear him out.” The look she shot me indicated that she wasn’t feeling what I had to say, but she didn’t speak on it. Instead she snatched her purse and keys before following me to the parking lot. Alisha brought up the rear, but she was still unusually quiet. Makayla and I hopped into my car but I noticed that Alisha got in her Mustang and peeled out. Despite the bullshit with our men, we always put that to the side when we were on a mission.

Today had been a hectic day for me already. My husband wasn't the type to let the police talk to him any type of way and he hated them. Knowing Kortez, he probably came off very disrespectful to them. In a way I felt like this shit was karma so I only peeled out to show a look of urgency; in reality, I was not in a hurry. I flipped on my phone noting that I had 23 texts and several voicemails. Now that he needed me I was important again. I was about to call down to the jail when an incoming call came in. I immediately recognized it as the police station and answered on the first ring. It seemed like it took forever for the recording to end.

“Don't worry. I am on my way to you right as we speak.”

“Did Davion tell you what I said about the bread in the Monopoly box?” he questioned.

“Yeah he told me. Since when do you feel the need to hide anything from me Kortez?” I was angry as hell. It was bad enough that we had surveillance that I didn’t know about.

“It’s not exactly my…Aye bae I gotta go. Love you. Bye.” As the phone went dead I was pissed off not knowing what he was about to say.

Makayla's words,
I'm tired of this lifestyle,
ran through my mind. I didn't know what my husband had on him, but if I had to guess, I’d say he probably had at least a couple of keys of coke on him. That was enough to give him a few years locked away in the Dog pound. Tears fell down my face like they would never end. Right now I really wanted my husband more than I needed him. I was mad earlier so I prayed that he would get what he deserved if he was cheating on me, but I didn't think my prayers would be answered in this fashion. I felt so responsible for him being in this compromising predicament. If prayer got me into this, then prayer was also going to have to get me out of it. As I pulled up to the police station, I knew that this situation wasn't looking good at all. I put my hands together closed my eyes and prayed to God:

           
Dear God, this is Alisha Monroe and if you are listening to me, I really need you right now. I'm sorry for praying evil on my husband but I need you to have mercy on Kortez if it's not too much. I need you to watch over and protect my husband. Please let this all be a misunderstanding. Please, please, please don't let Kortez
go to jail. He will go for
almost an eternity and I need my husband just as much as I need water to survive. If you can do this one favor for me. I promise that I will change my life around, Amen.

             
As I pulled up to the house an unfamiliar number sent me a barrage of texts. I had to smile as I read them because my baby was the smartest nigga on earth at times. Even in his position he had a plan in place and had used one of our connects at the police office to send me the message. I grabbed the money and threw it into my Coach tote before running back out. I locked eyes with that bitch Plum who was standing on her porch.

“Where your dumb ass boyfriend at?” I asked smiling. I could tell some slick shit was on the tip of her tongue, but I couldn’t care less. She disappeared into the house before he appeared at the door. He was holding an ice pack over his eye and was walking with a limp, but all I needed him to do was drive.

“My man said he got a job for you. Even up shit from earlier.” He looked back at Plum whose arms were folded across her chest. She shook her head no, but he whispered something in her ear that made her smile. It was no doubt that he was on bullshit, but I had no time for that right now.

“Get in, shut the fuck up, and do what I tell you and I might just convince Tez to let you breathe a little while longer.” Alonzo slid in the passenger side and I slid him the .380.

“Don’t try any stupid shit,” I said before mashing out into traffic. I read the instructions again carefully before we approached the scene. Alonzo showed no signs of nervousness as we pulled into the alley. I quickly relayed the plan to him along with what would happen if anything went wrong. This was nothing new to him so he just nodded his head while listening intently.

              According to the text Kortez had two new cars. Two new cars was our little code word for the keys of cocaine so I knew he had some work on him. This nigga better be glad I loved him because I was about to take a penitentiary chance for him. I parked in the cut and got out of my car unnoticed. I walked to the back of my car, removed my license plate then I got back inside.

“A'ight motherucker, its showtime.”  I slowly crept to the side of the officer's car. He was on his radio talking some shit about waiting for a tow truck. I took a deep breath and rolled down my passenger side window. He never saw it coming as both I and Kortez blasted on him like we were in a James Bond movie. Getting caught wasn't an option so it worked out perfectly because we were parked where no cameras could be seen.

I tossed Alonzo the spare key and gave him instructions on where to take the car before we both sped off in opposite directions. To be on the safe side I called up one of my home girls at the police station who informed me of everything going on in Memphis. She agreed to wipe out the entire system so that when someone went to look at the police cars surveillance system they couldn't find anything at all. This crime would go in the unsolved crimes in Memphis files. My friend also let me know that the crooked-ass cops hadn’t even searched Kortez’s car before locking him up. Their laziness worked in our favor today. After this shit I had just pulled, everybody would have to lay low for a while, but it was just the vacation we all needed. I took the chip out of my phone then tossed it out of the window.  

Alonzo had long disappeared and I only hoped he didn’t try my husband again. I couldn’t stand the thought of having to body that nigga myself. Adrenaline coursed through my veins the closer I got to the station. I slowed the car down once I was far enough away so I could get my breathing together. How could anybody ever get used to living their life this way?