TYCE (19 page)

Angelique began to rub her round ass. TJ wasted no time; he lifted up his long shirt and pulled a silver gun from his waistband. Placing the gun on the dresser next to the TV, he quickly began to unbuckle his belt: he removed his jeans, T-shirt, and boxers. The last item to be taken off was his massive platinum and diamond chain, which he laid next to his gun. His body was nice, not to buff but not too skinny either. It was nicked up and scratched up with old scars and his skin could use a good moisturizer. TJ was completely naked except for his white tube socks; as he strolled over to the light switch near the door, he confidently let his erect dick swing back and forth. Once he was sure the ladies saw the package he was about to deliver; he turned off the lights…his plan
was
to wait for Lincoln but he couldn’t pass up the chance to be the first man in line at a pussy potluck. He was grinning with excitement and anticipation as he walked over to the bed, just as he climbed on the bed to get in on the action the door to the room violently flew open slamming into the wall. Lincoln fell through the door collapsing into a pile on the dirty carpet. TJ heard the loud boom and spun around, his instinct was to rush to the dresser to grab his gun, but it was too late,

“
DON’T MOVE NIGGA!!!
A voice yelled from the darkness.

Light all of a sudden filled the tiny room and the owner of the loud voice appeared. Tyce was standing in the doorway holding two gigantic black guns, one was pointing down at Lincoln, the other at an astonished TJ.

      “Stay right the FUCK there!!” He said stepping into the room closing the door behind him with his foot. He noticed TJ’s gun on the dresser and moved smoothly toward it; keeping his guns aimed at their targets. Angelique and Dallas got off the bed and positioned themselves closer to Tyce. Lincoln was face down on the floor moaning in agony, TJ remained as still as statue but kept shifting his eyes from Lincoln to Tyce. He was obviously concerned for his injured partner but dared not try to assist him.

Breaking the tense silence in the room Tyce said, “Damn…I hope I’m not interrupting anything, looks like ya’ll was ‘bout to have a party up in here. Especially you boy…you all naked in shit; well you aren’t
really
naked if you have on socks…you know that right?”

“FUCK YOU!!” TJ yelled.

“Naw nigga fuck you and this nigga on the floor bleeding. Turn over nigga! I want you to

look at me.” Tyce commanded.

Lincoln painfully rolled over on his back clutching his stomach. His cream dress shirt was moist with blood and he was coughing and wheezing.

“I heard you been lookin’ for me.” Tyce said smiling. “I also heard you been lookin’ for her too.” He said nodding in Angelique’s direction. “
Well
…here we are…in the flesh. Sorry we kept you waitin’ for so long.” He said sarcastically. “Baby reach in my back pocket…I brought you somethin’.”

Angelique walked behind Tyce and smiled when she saw her red blouse hanging out his pants pocket like he was a member of the bloods. She gladly put the shirt on and stood at his side, she was all too happy to end the charade. Pretending to be all hot and horny for wack ass niggas was exhausting.

Dallas took her position on the other side of Tyce and just watched the scene like she had a bucket of popcorn in her lap. She loved the way Tyce handled himself, she was turned on for the first time tonight, and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Make no mistake about it gentlemen; I’m Tyce, she’s Angelique and this is my new friend Dallas. Now that we got that out the way; let’s get down to business.” Tyce put TJ to work, “pick him up, and get ya ass in the bathroom.”

TJ stood motionless and just stared at Angelique in disbelief, he was disappointed that he hadn’t recognized her and he was shocked that this nigga had got up on them like that. They had never been caught slippin’ like this before. Lincoln was on the floor dying and he was naked…what the fuck happened?

“HURRY UP!!” Tyce boomed snapping TJ out of his confused thoughts.

TJ hesitated but did as he was told. He grabbed Lincoln under his shoulders and moved him toward the bathroom. Lincoln grunted and clenched his teeth in pain as he was being drug across the carpet. Tyce followed the men into the restroom; he was wearing a gun vest and put one in the holster. He ordered the men to climb into the shower.

“Come on man! We was jus’ doin’ a job nigga, it wasn’t
personal
…it was
business
!! We thought that lil’ nigga was YOU, man I
swear
!! WE SORRY MAN!!!!” TJ pleaded.

Lincoln was laying against the wall with his legs hanging over the tub while TJ stood up shivering. He balled his fist up as he begged for his life. All the gansta in him was going down the drain, the tables had turned, and it was him who was facing death.

“FUCK THAT, this shit
is
personal for me!! You snuffed out my lil’ brother, was plottin’ on killing
MY
woman
, and trying to murder
ME
!! Turn the shower on nigga!!”

TJ finally got some balls and prepared to die like a man; he turned the faucet on and let the cold water spray his naked body. Lincoln’s shirt was now soaked with water and blood.

“Fuck this punk ass nigga.” Lincoln finally uttered looking up at TJ.

“That’s where you niggas went wrong. You shoulda
never
fucked with me!

Tyce stepped back and aimed his gun, TJ screamed, “see you in hell muthafucka” before Tyce shot him in the middle of his forehead. The shower wall looked like it was splattered with extra chunky salsa as his brains exploded. Lincoln glared at Tyce and let out a gurgled laugh, Tyce stared back at him and put him out of his misery; he shot him three times in the chest, each bullet rocked his body slightly when it entered. TJ was slumped over next to Lincoln as the cold shower rained down on their bodies…washing away the blood and bodily fluids of the two killers. A powerful sense of relief came over Tyce as he exited the murder scene. In the room, Angelique and Dallas were busy wiping the room down getting rid of any evidence. Even though everyone made sure not to leave a single fingerprint, they left nothing to chance concentrating on every nook and cranny. They picked up hairs and clothing fibers off the carpet and bed spread like a crime crew from CSI.

Walking calmly back into the room Tyce asked, “You two ok?”

The ladies both looked up from their cleaning duties, “Were fine…are you ok?” They questioned showing concern.

“Yeah, I’m straight now. I wanna thank ya’ll for helping me out tonight. It can be a little shocking to witness some shit like that; I jus’ wanted to make sure you two were alright.” He asked putting his arms around them.

“
Yeeaahh
we good Tyce. We jus’ happy this

shit is over with and them grimy niggas are dead. I can’t believe they was tryna
kill
my
girl!
 Fuck them niggas…I’m glad you clipped em Tyce!” Dallas confessed.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Angelique said holding up an old picture of her she’d found on the nightstand.

Tyce looked at the photo and kissed her reassuringly on the forehead. He was happy to take care of Lincoln and TJ, he didn’t care so much about
his
safety; but the fact that Angelique was in danger and Flash died; he didn’t have a choice. The trio left the room and quickly walked to Tyce’s Benz parked around the corner from the hotel. They got in and sped off, Angelique rode shotgun as Dallas occupied the back seat. His plan was executed perfectly, thanks to Angelique and Dallas. They worked their pussy power on Lincoln and TJ expertly. They had no idea they were being set up or followed to their room the whole time. Tyce was sorry about one thing though-he didn’t get a chance to celebrate his little brother’s life with his family and friends.

      As the Benz cruised down the highway, Angelique stared out the window while little butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. Her heart was dancing the waltz in her chest. She replayed the entire night in her head, especially the part where Tyce said “
she was
his
woman
” That particular part she replayed over and over again.

What’s Really Goin On?

    
Omar was getting restless. All this sitting around not doing shit was starting to get on his nerves. He’d noticed that Tyce wasn’t acting the same since Angelique showed up. He just didn’t trust that pretty bitch at all, and it seemed that his boy was falling under her spell. He’d expected to see Tyce at the party for Flash but he was a no show, he wished he was there to witness firsthand how that bitch was hanging all over niggas at the club that night. She was wearing colored contacts and a wig but that didn’t fool him, he’d know her fake ass anywhere. He started to snatch her ass up but he stopped because he didn’t feel like hearing Tasha’s mouth. She was tripping at the party and was already not feeling Angelique, she was just itching for a fight that night and it wasn’t about to be with him. Shit he’d fuck around and get locked up over that crazy woman. So he chose to play the background...
again
; and sat back watching her hoe ass flirt and flaunt her titties all around the pool table-n-shit. Damn he wished his boy was there to see that shit, but as usual, he was nowhere to be found. Omar finished waxing his truck and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. His baldhead was gleaming in the hot sun so he decided to sit in the cool shade of the garage. Tasha suddenly appeared from the house carrying a phone in her hand, she was grinning extra wide as she practically forced it in his hand,

      “It’s Biz!” She said excitedly.

Omar looked a little confused as he took the phone from her. Why was he calling him? What the fuck did he want?

      “What up?” Omar asked dryly.

“Nuthin' much young blood…jus’ wanted to check in on ya.”

“Look nigga, I aint helping you get up on Tyce aight. I got money to make and I aint about to let you fuck it up.” Omar said taking a sip of his Heineken.

“Whoa Whoa Whoa. Slow up, I didn’t call for that. I know you won’t flip on your boy…unless you wanna go broke; I mean we all know he’s the brains behind the operation.” Biz instigated.

“Fuck you nigga! You tryna to call me dumb muthafucka!” Omar shouted.

“Calm down. I don’t think that O. I’m jus’ sayin’…that’s what everyone else thinks…not me. Personally, I think he’s been holding you back for all these years. It was him who kept you from really makin’ money; not me. I knew it was him that fucked up that night…that’s why I didn’t fuck with you. I put the hit out on him and left you out of it.” Biz informed.

Omar stood up and really started to listen to the voice in his ear. It was like he could see into his thoughts and feelings. Biz was speaking a language he could understand.

Biz continued, “I heard through a friend of mine that Tyce is makin’ a few moves. Maybe we could both get what we want. That is
if
you’re ready to go solo?”

Omar took a long swig of his beer and rubbed his head, “Keep talkin’.”

“Well naturally I wouldn’t run it to you over the phone; if you got a little time this evening we could meet up at my house. Why don’t you come by about seven?”

The timing couldn’t have been better for this phone call. Omar accepted the invitation from his former boss with a new curiosity. Tasha, who never left the garage, was on pins and needles as she waited to be briefed on the conversation. Omar barely hung up the phone before Tasha put her hands in the air,