Bury Me a G 3.5 Page 2
“Any last words, Savon?” he asked. The room had a PA system, so everyone outside of the glass could hear what he had to say.
“Once y’all done killing me, and it’s time to lay me to rest, y’all just make sure they bury me a G!” He said aloud, taking in all of the faces of the people in the audience, making sure he had everyone’s attention. “You hear me? Bury me a G, bury me a mothafucking G!”
With Savon’s last words having been said, the doctor went on to start the procedure that would eventually relieve him of his life. One by one, the large syringes containing the concoctions emptied. The last one, potassium chloride, was the last of the syringes to be released into Savon’s veins, its concoction coursing throughout his blood stream.
By this time, Savon’s raging heart had begun beating slower and slower. His eyelids narrowed into slits and he looked around at all of the faces of the audience. The one that stood out to him was the one that belonged to his sister, Chevy. She stared right at him with tears sliding down her cheeks. Savon read her lips as she said ‘I love you’ and he mouthed it back. Right after he laid his head back, his eyelids shut and he expelled his last breath. At that moment, the curtains swept around the windows that allowed the audience to see inside of the diagnostics room.
Chevy had met who she thought was the love of her life, Tiaz, through a website called, Penpals.com. Tiaz was a handsome, smooth talking, charming thug that romanced his way into Chevy’s heart and swept her off her feet. She agreed to let him parole to her house. At first things were rocky between Tiaz and her son, Te’Qui, but they eventually got tight. It wasn’t until Chevy found out her boo was fucking her best friend, Kantrell, that things fell apart. On top of that, Tiaz had given Te’Qui and his little homeboy, Baby Wicked, crack to sell. Baby Wicked ended up getting smoked by the niggaz whose corner he was slinging on. When Chevy confronted Tiaz about him given her son and his friend drugs, the mothafucka flipped out. He was about to harm Chevy, but Te’Qui shot at his ass, backing him down.
Tiaz had a beef with some of the most feared niggaz to have ever laid their claim to the streets. He was on their heads because they’d killed his road dawg, Threat, over a robbery they’d commited against one of their own. He laid a couple of them down, but there were two of them left that had yet to pay him in blood. He ran one of them down into a store. The nigga thought he was in a safe zone because he was surrounded by patrons and the police had just arrived on the scene. Little did he know, Tiaz was a reckless and ruthless type of nigga that didn’t give a mad ass fuck. Needless to say, Tiaz gunned the man down and earned himself a trip to the county jail where he’d await trial for murder. In the county he bumped heads with Savon whom he’d planted drugs and a gun on. At that time Savon was in the county fighting the drug charges and the murders on the gun.
Savon and Tiaz had a bloody shank fight that resulted in Tiaz’ tragic death. This was what led to Savon being sentenced to death by lethal injection.
Having seen her brother expire, Chevy broke down sobbing and shaking. Hearing someone applaud higher in the stands, she whipped around with a creased forehead, sniffling. She saw a woman with her hair braided back in thick cornrows clapping her hands loud as fuck, making a mockery of her brother’s death.
“Good! I’m glad that mothafucka is dead! May he rest in shit! I’ma make sho’ my black ass is there to piss on his grave!” the woman hollered out, moving her neck like hood rats do when they’re on one.
Instantly, Chevy’s eyebrows arched and she squared her jaws, top lip trembling. She jetted up the steps, leaping them two and three at a time. Her fists were clenched tight at her sides and she was ready to whop off in the bitch’s ass that was popping that shit.
“Bitch, you got me fucked up! You gon’ show up here today and disrespect me and my brother? Oh, that’s yo’ mothafucking ass hoe!”
“I knew yo’ ass was gon’ want some! Come on, trick!” the woman, Scrappy, threw up her fists and prepared to throw hands with a heated Chevy. Chevy reached Scrappy throwing Haymakers at her head. Scrappy ducked the wild swings. She came back up; slamming her fists into either side of her opponent’s ribcage and then uppercutting her. Chevy’s chin went upward as she fell backwards, tumbling down the steps and sliding down them on her stomach. She looked up at Scrappy wincing and aching. Scrappy broke loose from the people that were trying to hold her back from whipping off in Chevy’s ass some more. As soon as she did, she charged down the steps in long strides toward Chevy. Chevy shook off her dizzy spell and got to her feet. Once Scrappy reached her, she swung at her head but she ducked before her fist could connect. Chevy came back up and punched homegirl in the face, and followed that up with a left hand punch. As Scrappy was blinking her eyelids dizzily, Chevy kicked her in the stomach and tackled her to the steps, causing her to howl out in pain.
Chevy straddled her and started raining blow after blow down on her face. Scrappy grabbed her by both of her wrists and wrapped her legs around her neck, forcing her to the steps. She then grabbed the wrist of her right arm and twisted it as she choked her out, locking her legs around her neck. Chevy’s eyes filled with tears and she gagged violently. Scrappy looked down at her, eyebrows arched and jaws clenched.
“You stupid, high yellow bitch, I’ma send yo’ ass to join yo’ punk-ass brotha!” Scrappy frowned and clenched her jaws harder, causing the veins on her forehead and temples to pulsate. “Ahhhhhh, get off me! Get the fuck off of me!” Scrappy hollered out over and over again, as she and Chevy were pulled apart by correctional officers, kicking and swinging at one another.
“You fucking skeeza!” Chevy kicked Scrappy square in the face, launching her head backwards. “I’ma find you and fuck yo’ ass up, bitch! Mark my goddamn words!” Chevy struggled to break loose from the piles of arms that she was wrapped up in.
“Oh, this ain’t over! This shit far from over, hoe!” Scrappy swore as blood oozed out of her nostrils and over her lips. She was trying to pull free from the piles of arms wrapped around her too, but they were too strong for her. “Yo’ ass is dead! You hear me? Dead, bitch!”
Scrappy sat low behind the wheel of her car, peering up at the rearview mirror as she dabbed her bloody nose with balled up Kleenex tissues. Looking at her reflection, she could already see that she was swelling from her fight with Chevy, and vowed to make her ass pay for her injuries.
That’s okay, bitch! You gon’ get cho’ issue, I ain’t letting shit slide. I put that shit on my nigga. You and that bitch-ass nigga Faison gon’ get y’alls. That’s on my daddy, rest in peace.
Scrappy wiped away the little blood she saw left, which was peeking out of her left nostril and then snorted back. Afterwards, she balled up the tissues and threw them out of the window. As she rolled the window up, she clocked Chevy walking through the parking lot, touching her lip to see if it was bleeding and holding an ice pack to her head. She was frowned up and talking shit about how she was going to whip off in Scrappy’s ass should she ever run into her again.
Scrappy slumped down low in the driver’s seat when she saw Chevy. She watched her like a lioness watched her prey, a sneaky smile spreading across her lips. The police had held her and Chevy at the prison for a while after their brawl, and agreed to let them go home once they’d calm down. They reasoned that the women were emotional and tensions were high during Savon’s execution since they’d both lost loved ones and they didn’t want to lock them up. The law allowed Scrappy to leave first. They then waited thirty minutes before letting Chevy make her departure. Scrappy knew she was supposed to take her fiesty ass home, but she refused to slide to the house without getting some get-back. Fuck that! That bitch Chevy earned what was coming to her.
Scrappy watched as Chevy hopped into her whip and pulled out of her parking space. She waited until Chevy was out of the parking lot before cranking up her ride and pulling off behind her. Once she was out on the street, she followed behind her from what she deemed was a safe distance. Without Chevy having noticed her, S
crappy had followed her all of the way to her house. Once she was there, she parked where she wouldn’t be seen. Still slumped behind the wheel of her whip, Scrappy observed Chevy pull into her driveway and hop out of her vehicle. She then saw Faison pull into the driveway in a Benz truck and hop out. As soon as he did, Chevy rushed into his arms and broke down, sobbing loud and hard. He held her firmly and kissed her on top of her head, rubbing her back soothingly. Having seen enough, Scrappy pulled out from where she’d parked and busted a U-turn in the street. Driving off, she stared back and forth between the windshield and the rearview mirror, watching Chevy and Faison grow smaller and smaller, until they disappeared before her eyes.
Scrappy picked up her cell phone and looked at the time. It was two o’clock.
“It’s almost time for my babies to get outta school,” Scrappy said to no one in particular, sitting her cellular on the passenger seat and then turning on the radio. Surprisingly, P-Diddy’s Missing You was playing. Instantly, her eyes watered and tears flooded her cheeks, thinking about the loved one she’d lost to violence. She found herself wiping her dripping eyes with her fingers and thumb, as she continued to drive. She was going to make sure Chevy felt all of the pain that she felt inside after the tragic death of her nigga. If she thought losing her brother hurt, she hadn’t felt anything yet.
Bury Me A G 3.5
CHAPTER ONE
Ten Years later
T.J. walked out of the halfway house dressed in a white T-shirt, tan Dickies and black Nike Cortez. A pair of black sunglasses called Locs sat at the top of his head. T.J. was a fat nigga that stood a solid five-foot-nine. He sported a fade that spun with waves and had bushy chin hairs you could braid into a ponytail.
T.J. made his way across the grounds of the halfway house, crossing the shade of a tree. As soon as he did, his eyelids narrowed into slits having met the beaming rays of the sun. He pulled the sunglasses over his eyes to shield them from the rays of sunlight and continued to G-walk toward the Honda Civic idling at the curb.
T.J opened the front passenger door and jumped into the seat, slamming the door shut behind him. He tossed his duffle bag into the backseat and turned to his baby momma, Boo. She was a light-skinned chick with mad ghetto sex appeal. She rocked her hair in long cornrows which extended down her back. A butterfly was tattooed on the side of her right eye. She had her son’s name, Cordary, inked on her tit and T.J.’s government name on the inside of her wrist. Inked on the side of her neck were red roses; Rest in Paradise Sophia which was her mother’s name was below the flowers. Boo was dressed in a dark blue jean jacket and matching jeans that hugged her ample ass.
One hand on the steering wheel, Sophia turned to T.J. sucking on a cherry Tootsie Roll pop. She sucked on the delicious red orb and then licked her full lips, seductively. The way she eyed T.J. made his dick as hard as a brick of coke. At that moment, he wanted to fuck the shit out of her.
“Heyyyy, baby zzzaddy.” Boo smiled at T.J. She then leaned forward and kissed him hard and sloppily. When she pulled away she had spit glistening at the corner of her mouth, which she wiped with her fingers and thumb.
“Damn, it’s like that?” T.J. said as he looked her up and down, biting down on his bottom lip. He grasped the bulge in his Dickies, dying to run his dick up in her.
“It’s like that, and then some.” she stuck the Tootsie Roll pop inside of his mouth and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching her.
Seeing that the coast was clear, she smiled devilishly and pulled down his zipper. His rock hard dick sprung forward and Boo stroked it. Looking up at his face, she watched as he leaned his head back and shut his eyelids. He moaned and groaned as she pumped his dick up and down causing a clear fluid to run from out of its pee hole. His dick seemed to have doubled in size while she was doing this, and he twitched from the sensation. Boo pulled off her shades and sat them down on the dashboard. After she licked her shiny, lip glossed lips, she dipped her head below his waistline and sucked him into her mouth. T.J. groaned aloud when he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She hummed as she brought her lips up and down his dick, spilling her hot juices down his shaft. T.J. popped the sucker out of his mouth and looked down at her handle her business, placing his chubby hand at the back of her head. Quickly, he glanced around to see if there was anyone watching what was going down in the Honda. There were some people out and about, but neither of them was paying any attention to them.
“Yeah, that’s right, suck that dick! Suck that mothafucking dick, girl!” T.J. egged Boo on as he stared down at the back of her bobbing head. Once she brought her head halfway up his shit and gurgled on it, he told her, “Spit on ‘em, ma! Spit on that big mothafucka!”
Boo took her lips away from T.J.’s dick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she stroked his dick up and down. She spit on his shit twice and kept on stroking it before she threw her mouth back on it, sucking him off and massaging his slightly hairy nut sack, concurrently. Eyes still on her, T.J.’s face balled up and he pressed his sneakers against the floor, feeling himself about to explode inside of her mouth.
“Ah, yeah! That’s it, that’s it! I’m ‘bouta nut, I’m ‘bouta nut all up in yo’ shit!” T.J. made promises of what was to come. As Boo sucked him harder and harder and massaged his sack, he stuck the sucker back inside of his mouth. He then gripped her head with both hands and started humping her mouth. The bitch didn’t gag at all. In fact, she could take a yard of dick in her grill with no problem. “Unh, unh, that’s it! Don’t stop, I’m ‘bouta cum! I’m ‘bouta mothafucking cum!”
T.J.’s forehead shined with perspiration being that it was pretty hot outside and he was fucking old girl’s mouth. Before he knew it, his toes were curling inside of his sneakers as he was releasing his warm, creamy jizz inside of Boo’s mouth. Relief crossed his face. He humped her mouth two more times and ground into it, before falling limp on the passenger seat. Having finished him off, Boo popped the glove box and grabbed the napkins from out of it. She spat T.J.’s semen inside of the napkin, folded it and then wiped her mouth with it. She then balled the napkin up and threw it out of the window.
“Yo’ finda park somewhere, I’m tryna get some pussy.” T.J. told his baby momma as he rubbed her fat twat through her jeans.
“Alright,” Boo responded and fired up her whip. She pulled away from the curb and drove down the block until she found an alley. She drove halfway down the path and cut the car off.
Boo and T.J. hurriedly unbuckled their belts and pulled their pants down. Boo crawled halfway into the backseat and pulled her jeans down around her thighs, leaving that fat ass monkey of hers bulging from between her legs. Her shit looked like a slightly hairy, balled, baby fist. T.J. couldn’t pull his Dickies down fast enough as he came up behind her. His dick was sticking straight out and covered with veins. Its head pulsated and semen oozed out of its peehole. T.J. lifted Boo’s shirt all the way up and spat in the palm of his hand twice, using his saliva to lube up his dick. Holding Boo’s hip firmly, he pushed his dick inside of her pussy. They both gasped when they felt one another, enjoying sensation that taintilized their southern regions. T.J. held Boo’s buttocks roughly and spread them apart, sliding himself in and out of her fuck-hole slowly. His throat moved up and down as he formed a pool of saliva inside of his mouth. Looking down, he released a steady stream of hot saliva, soaking his manhood as he continued to pump Boo’s gooey center. Her eyelids were forming slits and her mouth was hanging open, feeling her insides being massaged by her nigga. He was pulling his dick out to the tip and then pushing it all the way inside of her to his nut sack. Hearing Boo moaning and groaning, T.J. knew she was pleased with his thrusts so he sped up, going faster and faster. It wasn’t long before Boo was hollering aloud and the smell of sex was filling the air. The sound of damp fleshing slapping against one another consumed the atmosphere. The car started rocking back and forth.
“Ah, fuck! I’m finna bust!” T.J. snatched his dick out o
f Boo and jacked it, shooting strings of warm semen onto her back. He then rubbed his dick-head on her left ass cheek as his chest swelled up and down as he breathed.
Tiaz wiped the perspiration from off his forehead and popped the glove box open, grabbing a handful of napkins. He wiped off his semi limp dick and wiped off Boo’s back. Afterwards, he balled up the napkins and threw them shits out of the window. Falling back down on the passenger seat, he zipped up his Dickies and buckled up his belt. Once Boo had pulled up her jeans and buttoned them, she climbed back into the front and sat down in the driver seat.
“Yo’, where my lil’ man at?” T.J. inquired as he buckled his safety belt.
“He’s at my motha’s,” Boo answered as she fixed her hair. She flipped down the sun visor and looked into the rectangle shaped mirror, checking out her makeup. She then flipped the sun visor shut, buckled her safety belt and started up the car.
“I wanna see my lil’ nigga. We gotta scoop ‘em up once we hit this lick.”
“You got it, big daddy,” Boo said as she looked over her shoulder and backed out of the alley.
That night
Boo pulled up a couple of houses down from the spot T.J. was going to hit. She pressed a button that opened a stash box which inhabited her baby daddy’s twin .9mm handguns and a ski-mask. A broad smile spread across T.J.’s face when he saw the bangaz. It had been a long while since he’d held his babies in his hands and he missed those beautiful mothafuckaz. As soon as he took them shits out of the stash spot, he looked to each one kissing them how he’d kiss his woman, lovingly.
T.J. checked the magazines of his guns to see if they were fully loaded. Once he’d made sure, he slammed the clips back inside the butts of the handguns and click clacked them shits. He then sat them on his lap and removed the ski-mask from out of the box, tucking it into his back pocket.