TYCE (6 page)

“Now how hard was that?” I asked standing up.

I walked down the hall to the laundry closet an opened the door. My eye caught the shimmer of a thin silky string as I heard the click.

"BLAMMM!!!"

Omar's head jerked up!

"
T
!!" He shouted! "
T
!!"

Ash was laughing on the floor, "Yeahhh, he don't hear you, that nigga dead!” He chuckled

sadistically.

Omar ran down the hallway stopping when he got to me. The shotgun blast hit me in the chest and slammed me against the wall. I was struggling to breath and my head was spinning. Omar grabbed

me under my shoulders and sat me up.

"That sneaky muthafucka." I said faintly. That nigga shot me.” I said gasping for air.

Omar ripped my shirt open. "Damn nigga that shit fucked yo vest up!" He said unstrapping it.

I felt my bare chest, searching for any wounds.

I looked at my dry hands and grinned. I thought back to when Angelique gave the vests to us outside of the gun range; her gift was right on time. I intended to thank her personally for this one.

"Help me up man."

I was still laboring to breathe as I stood up slowly shaking my head to clear the cobwebs. I cautiously approached the closet and inspected the inside. A short barrel shot gun was mounted to the sidewall. A string was tied around the trigger which attached to the inside doorknob. It wasn’t a sophisticated boobie trap but it was effective. I opened the door to the dryer and pulled out a blue duffle bag. I handed the bag to Omar; he looked inside and smiled. We walked back into the front

room. Ash's big ass smile froze on his face when he saw me alive and well. Omar aimed his hammer at Ash and I instantly grabbed his arm.

"Naw man...let him live." I said.

Ash's body relaxed with relief. He rested his head on the wood floor and sighed.

"A few more seconds!" I added shooting him

twice in the head.

The bullets shattered his skull, leaving his blood

spattered eyes staring at the ceiling. We quickly headed for the front door. I snatched a stack of bills out the bag and tossed it at Luis. It landed in the middle of his back, ‘cuz he was still laying face down.

"Gracias amigo!" I said.

"Denada." he said into the wooden floorboards.

I felt the night air brush across my chest as I ran the two blocks to the car. We hopped in and hit the free way…I was thinking the whole ride back.

New Moves

    
We rode back to the city in silence. The guns and shit we used was at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The two dead examples we left in the house, would make niggas think twice before fuckin’ with Biz. Our job was done as far as I was concerned; Omar however was dissatisfied.

"We should of went and hit that apartment Tyce, it wasn't nothin' but three niggas and some naked bitches in there baggin' up product!" He reasoned.

"You don't know that O." I stated. "I aint takin' unnecessary risks for no dope." I said looking out the window.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Biz's private number; he picked up on the first ring.

"HELLO!” He shouted.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it.

"What tha fuck you yellin' in my ear for?" I asked irritated.

"Nigga I aint got time for no games! Jus’ bring me my shit...I got niggas waitin' on it." He spat impatiently.

Something must be wrong I thought to myself, he

aint never this hype. I rubbed my sore chest and sighed, "Aight nigga...calm down. You jus’ turned 75 years old, you can't be yelling like that."

I informed Biz in code, his cut was 75,000 off the hit. The phone went silent.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yeah, jus’ the paper...nuthin' else." I said as Omar looked over at me.

Biz clinched his jaws in frustration. "What tha fuck you mean...nuthin' else!" Biz questioned.

"Jus’ what I said man, NOTHING ELSE!" I said more clearly.

Omar pulled the car over to pay closer attention to the conversation. I reclined my seat back and lit a clove cigarette. I blew out the flavored smoke and waited for the bullshit to land.

"You niggas fucked up," he shouted.” I might lose a deal behind you muthafuckas! So consider this a loss nigga, and bring my muthafuckin’ money!" He demanded.

I took another drag off my cigarette and blew the smoke out the window.

"I don't work for free, and I don't take losses nigga! I think you may have forgotten who you talkin’ to, but I can remind you." I warned.

"Look you parentless BASTARD, I'm not tha nigga you wanna fuck with!" He challenged.

I felt a quick surge of anger in my chest over that bastard comment but I kept my cool.

"Alright Biz, grab a pen and write this down." I told him.

Biz smiled as he opened his desk drawer and pulled a pad and pen out. He was all set to write down the instructions on how to get his money.

"Yo write this down…Fuck you! I aint givin' you shit muthafucka!" I shouted hanging up the phone.

Who the fuck he think he was? He must be getting crazy in his old age talking to me like that. He knew I wouldn't go for that bullshit; I don't let niggas run me. That's the very reason he recruited me years ago to be on his team.

"Yo, I told you we shoulda got that dope now this muthafucka trippin'. Why you aint ask me what I wanted to do?" Omar projected.

I turned and faced him, "Trust me on this. This workin' for Biz shit is runnin' out of gas. Aint no future in it for me and you, we can’t keep

breaking this nigga off 30 percent every lick. Plus shit aint poppin' like it used to, we only hittin' niggas once every two or three months, that aint shit! I been thinkin' on some new shit we can get off. If we do it right, we can both be millionaires.”

"Yeah I feel you, so what's the plan?" He

asked.

"I got a few more details to work out first. Gimme’ a few days, and I'll drop it on you. But yo, we need to stay ready case this old ass nigga wanna flex. Keep ya eyes open, aight?"

"Tyce, I wish that muthafucka would. I keep heat for situations like this!” Omar said convincingly.

I reached behind me, grabbed the bag off the back seat, and started countin’ the stacks. It was an even two hundred and forty thousand dollars. I put a hundred and twenty thousand back in the bag and handed it to Omar, I put the rest in my leather backpack.

"Don't that shit look better than tha eighty four thousand you woulda got fuckin’ with Biz? I questioned.

Omar raised a stack to his nose and sniffed it, "Hell yeah, it smell better too."

We got back on the freeway and sped toward the city. Omar drove into an underground parking garage and stopped next to my Range. I gave him a pound and jumped out. Wasting no time, I got in and mashed out. I hit the CD button on the steering wheel, and “
Jagged
Edge”
blared from my speakers.

"
I love it when you grind on me. When you take ya time on me. When you put a little uummph in it. That's when I lose control. When you put a little uummph in it. Start squeezin' and you won’t let gooo!

I sang along bobbing my head, they was the only singing niggas that got play in my rides. I wasn't with that crying “
Keith
Sweat”
type shit, niggas whining about how much they love her and wanna make love all night long...
please
. If it takes a nigga all night long to satisfy a woman…he aint hitting it right. I was feeling good despite my aching chest muscles. I was about to make a move that would set me up for life. It was three o’clock in the morning but I was in the mood for some company. I pulled my cell out and called Honey; she ran a high priced escort service and was familiar with my taste in women. Unlike Omar, I didn't want a girlfriend. They took up to much time and energy. I preferred a professional when I wanted some pussy. I didn't have to wine and dine these women, they didn't blow my phone up when I was taking too long to get home, and I wasn't financing shopping sprees every fucking weekend either. I paid-we laid-she left. Simple.

I checked into a room at the “
Four
Seasons”
hotel. I took a long shower letting the hot water soothe my chest and changed clothes. I always kept a new outfit and an overnight bag in my trunk just in case I needed it. I was watching “
Mike
Tyson's”
greatest hits on “
ESPN”
when the phone rang.

"Mr. Adkins, there's a lady by the name of Dallas at the front desk to see you."

"Okay, send her up." I said turning the TV down.

Moments later, I heard a soft knock at the door. I looked through the peephole just to make sure it was her. You can never be too careful. I opened the door and Dallas stepped in. She was 5 feet 4 inches of pure and uncut sexy. Her hair was black with caramel highlights; it was pinned up allowing one curly lock to fall on the side of her auburn face. The sea green dress she was wearing embraced her curves and stopped right below her round ass, a little black moe was perfectly placed above her succulent lips. Dallas was the type of woman that wore “
Victoria Secret
” period panties. She didn't fuck with low budget niggas. Her company tonight would cost me two thousand dollars.

My eyes moved slowly over her, "Thank you for comin'."

"You’re very welcome. I don't normally come out this late, but Honey said you'd be worth it. I'll have to thank her in the morning." She flirted.

I shut the door as she made her way into the front

room. She sat down in the middle of the couch and

stretched both arms across the top. She stared at me with a hint of smile in her eyes. I grabbed two small glasses and filled them with Remy. I gave her the drink and sat directly across from her on the love seat.

"Sooo, Tyce Adkins." She said slowly. "I've heard great things about you. Simone tried to switch dates with me when she found out I was seeing
you
. As you can see, I said no, I wanted to meet you myself."