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Authors: Brenda Hampton
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good use. A car? Definitely. Some clothes? Without a doubt. A decent place to live? Yes. Things for Desmon? Maybe. Quincy? Of course.
I turned off Grand Ave and pulled into an alley. I saw Marc and Cortez parked exactly where I told them to meet me. I pulled Ginger’s car next to theirs and we all got out. I remembered Marc from back in the day, so he and I gave each other a slamming handshake. Cortez didn’t say much.
“Damn, man,” Marc said. “Yo shit is right. The pen buffed you out like that?”
I nodded and suspiciously looked at Cortez while taking a puff from another cigarette. Marc opened the trunk and pulled out a huge black suitcase. He sat it on the ground.
“Ain’t no need for me to count it, is there?” I asked.
“Naw, man,” Marc said. “It’s all there.”
“Are you sure?” I took another puff of the cigarette.
“Positive.”
I kneeled down on one knee and started to unzip the suitcase. Before I did, I looked at Cortez. “How about you, Cortez? Are you positive my shit is all here?”
He fidgeted a bit, but spoke up. “Definitely…most definitely.”
Marc took a few steps backwards. Cortez turned his head to look at Marc and that’s when two bullets from my gun blew right into his chest. His body jerked backwards, then plopped to the ground. His legs flopped around, before they stopped and he took his last breath. Some of his blood had splattered on me, so I wiped the specks of it off my face. I then put the gun inside of my pants and picked up the suitcase.
“Tell Rufus I said thanks,” I said to Marc. I dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with my shoe.
“I will,” Marc said, looking to be in a panic. “But, help me put this nigga in the trunk.”
“I ain’t got nothing to do with that. Rufus gave instructions and that was supposed to be your job.”
“Come on, Kiley. Don’t leave me standing out here next to no dead body.”
I looked at Marc’s scary ass and quickly got pissed. One thing I hated more than anything was a wannabe gangsta who didn’t have guts to follow through with a plan. “Look, I’ve done my job—now, you do yours! Put him in the fucking trunk, take his ass to another city, and dump him! Now, I can always call Rufus and tell him the plans have changed. If I do, you may be reluctant to go back to LA.”
With that, Marc hurried to put Cortez’s body in the trunk. I opened the back door to Ginger’s car, tossed the suitcase inside and left. Before I went home, I stopped at Al’s place on Natural Bridge Ave. and gave him a little somethin-somethin to get me a car. I knew he’d get me something nice and he told me he’d bring it to me by noon tomorrow. After I cleaned myself up a bit from the incident in the alley, I shot the breeze with him for an hour or so and headed home.
When I got back to the crib, Ginger and one of her girlfriends were in the living room talking. I strolled in with the suitcase and hurried into the bedroom. I slid the suitcase underneath the bed, then went into the living room to join them.
“Baby, you remember Allison from the other night, don’t you?”
“Yep,” I said. I sat on the couch next to Ginger and she passed me a joint.
“What’s that on your face?” she asked.
“Where?”
She rubbed my face, specifying that a dab of dried up blood was on it.
“Yuk. Is that blood or
I turned off Grand Ave and pulled into an alley. I saw Marc and Cortez parked exactly where I told them to meet me. I pulled Ginger’s car next to theirs and we all got out. I remembered Marc from back in the day, so he and I gave each other a slamming handshake. Cortez didn’t say much.
“Damn, man,” Marc said. “Yo shit is right. The pen buffed you out like that?”
I nodded and suspiciously looked at Cortez while taking a puff from another cigarette. Marc opened the trunk and pulled out a huge black suitcase. He sat it on the ground.
“Ain’t no need for me to count it, is there?” I asked.
“Naw, man,” Marc said. “It’s all there.”
“Are you sure?” I took another puff of the cigarette.
“Positive.”
I kneeled down on one knee and started to unzip the suitcase. Before I did, I looked at Cortez. “How about you, Cortez? Are you positive my shit is all here?”
He fidgeted a bit, but spoke up. “Definitely…most definitely.”
Marc took a few steps backwards. Cortez turned his head to look at Marc and that’s when two bullets from my gun blew right into his chest. His body jerked backwards, then plopped to the ground. His legs flopped around, before they stopped and he took his last breath. Some of his blood had splattered on me, so I wiped the specks of it off my face. I then put the gun inside of my pants and picked up the suitcase.
“Tell Rufus I said thanks,” I said to Marc. I dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with my shoe.
“I will,” Marc said, looking to be in a panic. “But, help me put this nigga in the trunk.”
“I ain’t got nothing to do with that. Rufus gave instructions and that was supposed to be your job.”
“Come on, Kiley. Don’t leave me standing out here next to no dead body.”
I looked at Marc’s scary ass and quickly got pissed. One thing I hated more than anything was a wannabe gangsta who didn’t have guts to follow through with a plan. “Look, I’ve done my job—now, you do yours! Put him in the fucking trunk, take his ass to another city, and dump him! Now, I can always call Rufus and tell him the plans have changed. If I do, you may be reluctant to go back to LA.”
With that, Marc hurried to put Cortez’s body in the trunk. I opened the back door to Ginger’s car, tossed the suitcase inside and left. Before I went home, I stopped at Al’s place on Natural Bridge Ave. and gave him a little somethin-somethin to get me a car. I knew he’d get me something nice and he told me he’d bring it to me by noon tomorrow. After I cleaned myself up a bit from the incident in the alley, I shot the breeze with him for an hour or so and headed home.
When I got back to the crib, Ginger and one of her girlfriends were in the living room talking. I strolled in with the suitcase and hurried into the bedroom. I slid the suitcase underneath the bed, then went into the living room to join them.
“Baby, you remember Allison from the other night, don’t you?”
“Yep,” I said. I sat on the couch next to Ginger and she passed me a joint.
“What’s that on your face?” she asked.
“Where?”
She rubbed my face, specifying that a dab of dried up blood was on it.
“Yuk. Is that blood or
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