DEADLY DECISIONS III: The End (23 page)

“Saige!” Carter called out to his daughter again as her previous words to him plagued his mind. “
Daddy, I don’t wanna die like Mommy! Please don’t let them kill me.”
Carter reacted like a madman, unable to fathom the idea that his daughter had been murdered. Carter peeked inside the bedroom that Cameron had run into for cover, releasing another round of bullets. “Come out! Don’t hide now!” Carter demanded.

When Cameron didn’t come out of the bedroom, Carter decided to lock Cameron inside the room and deal with him after he checked on his daughter and got her help. Carter rushed down the staircase, calling 911 on his cell phone. It was at that very moment that Carter began to deeply regret his decision to give his security the afternoon off. He had wanted time alone with his daughter to make up for all she had been through and to celebrate her birthday.

“911, state your emergency,” the dispatcher said through the phone.

Carter quickly stated his address and then said, “Get here now! My daughter has been shot by an intruder posing as a postal worker -”

Boom, Boom, Boom!

Gunshots awaited Carter at the bottom of stairs and abruptly ended his phone call for help. “It’s over, loc.” Dime started up the stairs. On his way up the stairs, the 911 operator could be heard trying to communicate with Carter through his phone.

Dime took the phone from Carters lifeless hand and responded. “I just wet cuh up. Don’t send the paramedics; send the coroners.” He powered the phone off and then started up the stairs, calling out to Cameron.

When Cameron heard Dime’s voice, he kicked the bedroom door open, figuring it was safe to come out. Cameron met Dime in the hallway, holding his wounded shoulder, which was leaking blood.

“Cuh,” Dime stated dramatically, rubbing his pistol upside his head. “Po po on the way and you leaving DNA behind.” He began thinking. “Look, we gotta hurry up and clean this shit up before the police get here, loco, or else you going down for two bodies.”

Cameron took off behind Dime toward the stairs when
out of the blue he asked Dime if he told anybody in their neighborhood about the incident with his wife.

Puzzled, Dime responded, “Hell naw, nigga, didn’t shit happen so there was no need. What the fuck we talking about this shit for, loc?” Dime asked, continuing down the stairs.

“Cool, cuh, I just wanted to know,” Cameron replied.

Passing Carter’s body at the end of the stairs, Cameron picked up Carter’s Desert Eagle from the floor and then aimed it at Dime’s head. Dime was a few
steps
ahead of him. “Dime!”

Dime turned to Cameron, thinking that he might have been in need of help, but then his eyes landed on Cameron aiming a piece of steel at him. “Nigga, quit playing! Time is of the essence.”

Cameron smirked, looking at the
location t
hat Dime’s body would drop. “This ain’t no game, nigga. What, you thought that shit between us was gon’ get squashed that easily,
cuh
?” Cameron shook his head no. “Nah, nah, homie. I just brought you along for the ride, deciding to kill two birds with one stone.” A malicious grin spread across Cameron’s face. “You taking the fall for these murders, homie!”

Dime was baffled. “I just saved yo’ life, Scrap Loc. What is you doing, my nigga?”

“Good looking out, loc,” Cameron stared his longtime friend in the eyes. “But see, you should have thought about that shit befor
e you decided to start keeping secrets with my wife.” Cameron squeezed the trigger, sending
slugs into Dime’s body,
immediately
ending his life.

After a few moments of silence, Cameron quickly placed Carter’s gun back on the floor and then made a beeline out the door and three blocks down to the Toyota in record time. Watching his back, Cameron climbed back inside the vehicle and drove back to his Range Rover. After parking and exiting the Toyota, Cameron removed the bloody seat cover off the seat, opened the trunk, and then shot the mail carrier twice in the head, killing him instantly. Cameron couldn’t risk leaving any witnesses behind. Hearing sirens in the distance, Cameron hurried inside his Range Rover and then headed back to Compton full of adrenaline. He couldn’t wait to kill Li’l Boo.
Two down and one more to go
. Cameron smiled.

But what Cameron didn’t know was that there was a survivor at Carter’s estate hanging on to dear life and that Cameron’s plot for a perfect murder was about to have his name written all over it.

After getting Keisha her new
Smartphone, CK and Li’l Boo stopped at the mortuary to pay the cost of their homeboys’ funeral services. Deciding to wait for them in the SUV,
Keisha used the time to try contacting Cameron again. She and Li’l Boo had made plans to fly out to Atlanta to visit Kessia and Keisha wanted to take Cameron Jr. with them to introduce Kessia to her baby brother.

“Yeah,” Cameron answered.

“Cameron, finally!” Keisha replied happily. “I been calling you all morning and been looking for you all over the city. I want my son,” Keisha replied.

Cameron looked at his
Smartphone a
s if he were speaking to a ghost. “Keisha? I thought -”

“Yeah, everybody thought I was dead,” Keisha chuckled. “But I’m alive. Haven’t you gotten any of my voice messages?”

“Naw, I was busy.” Cameron smiled, realizing that he was really speaking to Keisha. “Ay, I’m glad to hear that you’re alive and to hear your voice, for real. I been concerned like a muthafucka! Matter of fact, I’ve actually been fucked up in the head over this shit, you know.” Cameron paused. He wanted to hold Keisha and prove to her how much she meant to him and never let her go again. “Look, I wanna see you, babe. There’s so much I need to talk to you about. I miss you so much. I love you. Can we meet up for dinner or something? I just have to run home and get cleaned up.”

“Cam.” Keisha decided to stop him. She didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. “I’m not sure what you want to talk about, but if it’s about us, I want to make it clear that the days of Keisha and Cam are over. I’ve moved on with my life. I’m actually about to get married
, and all I want is my son and a good co-parenting relationship with you for the sake of our son.”

Cameron was taken aback by Keisha’s words
. Married?
He sighed, heart aching. “Girl, if only you knew what I pulled off for you and our boy,”
Cameron thought out loud. He was thrown and at a loss for words.
As Cameron fixed his lips to speak, he heard a familiar voice in the background on Keisha’s end of the call.

“All done, baby mama. You get in touch with that nigga yet?” Li’l Boo asked Keisha as he climbed in the back seat with her.

Keisha nodded her head yes. “I’m on the phone with him now,” she said before giving her attention back to Cameron.

She back with that nigga?
Ca
meron boiled over in anger upon hearing Li’l Boo’s voice. He had heard Li’l Boo’s plea to Keisha on the news, stating that they had a wedding to plan, but he never thought in a million years that Keisha would ever take Li’l Boo seriously enough to marry him.
Hell nah!
Cameron snapped,
“Oh, so you back with ya first baby daddy, with his bitch ass, huh, Keisha? That’s your man and who you about to marry?” Cameron’s voice reeked of envy and jealousy.

Keisha wanted to
check C
ameron but chose to remain calm in
Li’l
Boo’s presence to keep the tension between her children’s father
s
down.
She
pretended to be having a civil conversation with him. Nodding her head, Keisha replied,
“
Yes
,
we are
.” She
asked where and what time
he wanted
to meet her with the baby.

Cameron was vexed, driving like a madman.
Fuck that shit! She think
s
she can just blow through after all the havoc and heartache her bullshit caused me and just take our son from me and move on and marry this nigga
- t
he nigga I hate the most
?
AND he fucked my wife and my marriage up?
Cuz about to come up missing.
Cameron smirked,
regaining his poise, and then he noticed the police behind him. “Ay, I got to get off this phone, po po on my bu
mper and I’m not tryna get a ticket. I’ll be in contact.” He disconnected the call.

Li’l Boo was staring Keisha down so she smiled as if everything had gone well. The last thing she wanted to do was wind Li’l Boo up and make getting her son that more difficult.

“Blood talking, right?” Li’l Boo asked curiously.

“Yeah, he’s going to call me back. He said the police was behind him,” she replied.

“Good. I thought that boy was gon’ make me have to kill his ass.” Li’l Boo wrapped his arm around Keisha and then told CK to take him back to the townhouse.

Keisha looked out the window, feeling conflicted.
Fuck trying to want me now! When I wanted and needed him, he washed his hands of me and fucked us off! I’m riding with Li’l Boo and I ain’t letting no nigga come in between that!
Keisha laid her head on Li’l Boo’s chest, happy that she had given herself to him and that he had given himself to her.
Cameron, don’t play with me, my nigga! Piru,
I will
come for your ass!

__________

“I want her ass outta here right now, Kevin, and I’m not playing!” Li’l Boo’s mother yelled. “I warned you before and I don’t know why you’re disrespecting me like this!” Sheila had stopped by with food for her son when she discovered Keisha lounging on the couch.

Keisha didn’t say a word. She simply began to gather her belongings and pack them up. She wouldn’t stay where she wasn’t welcomed and had more than enough money to lay up in a more luxurious spot until they got a permanent residence.

Li’l Boo called his homeboy CK for a ride. “You tripping, Mom, on er’thing! But you better get used to seeing that beautiful face because we getting married.”

Sheila’s face screwed up. “Getting married! I don’t care no more! You can let her come and fuck your life up, but she won’t be doing it at my expense… period!” She glared at Keisha angrily as she passed her with her luggage.

Keisha sighed.
Sheila bet’ not run up, that’s all I’m saying. I two piece nigga’s mamas too. Fuck she think I am?
Keisha started to set her things outside, but Li’l Boo stopped her.

“Sit down, Li’l Mama. You don’t have to wait outside. We’ll leave when my mans get here.” He took her luggage from her hands.

The sight of Keisha was upsetting to Sheila. She cried, “Kevin, how many times will you risk your life for this -”

“Mama, we’re leaving!” Li’l Boo cut his mother off. He wasn’t going to stand for her disrespecting Keisha. “When you come back, we’ll be gone.”

Sheila threw her hands up, tears falling from her eyes. Her son’s decision was killing her softy. “Well, best of luck.” She stormed out of the condo.

When C
K
got there
,
he offered Keisha and
Li’l
Boo
the chance
to stay at his place with him and his wife, but
Li’l
Boo and Keisha declined the offer. They had already agreed to check in
to
a hotel suit
e
, live off room service
,
and order a private car as a means for transportation until they decided on a permanent residence.

“Good looking,
though
,”
Li’l
Boo replied. Still fuming
,
he told C
K
how his mother had been tripping as he placed Keisha’s luggage in the back of C
K
‘s SUV. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience
though
, my nigga. I don’t how much more investigating the pigs need to do on my vehicles
,
but they need to hurry up and release them thangs
. M
y leg is good enough to whip now
.
”
Li’l
Boo
was
ready to be mobile again.

C
K
told
Li’l
Boo that he didn’t mind it at all. “We like brothers, nigga, you know I ain’t tripping.”

E
n route to the highway
,
Keisha beg
a
n to wonder what was taking Cameron so long
to
return her call when she received an alarming call from Poo Baby. 

“Kesh
,
turn on the gotdamn news, dog! You not gon
’
believe this shit.”

Poo Baby’s tone immediately raised Keisha’s anxiety level. “I’m not by a T
V
right now
. W
hy
,
what’s going on, Poo?”

“
Girl
,
Cameron
’s
ass was in a high speed chase. They just pit maneuvered his Range Rover getting of
f
the 110 freeway and arrested his ass. Kesh
,
they’re saying that he’s a possible murder suspect in a high profile murder, dog. Have you got in touch with him
about
Cam Jr
.
?”

“
He what?” Keisha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“
Girl
,
yes
! It’s
all over the news. They released Cam’s name and everything,” Poo baby confirme
d
.