Still Sheisty: Part 2 (Triple Crown Publications Presents) (20 page)

"Who the fuck is that knocking like they crazy? Oh boy, I bet it's Smitty's stupid ass," Shana said slightly raising her voice as if her high was just blown. She got up out of bed and threw on something to go see. Swinging open the door, expecting to see Smitty, she was surprised to find four policemen standing there.

Her heart dropped. She knew it would be only a matter of time before she was busted.

"Shana Marie Scott, you're under arrest for the intent to sell and distribute drugs. you have the right to remain silent..." The arresting officer read her rights, handcuffed her and hauled her off to jail.

Keisha was working hard to get her life in order.
She was granted weekly unsupervised visits with her son until her court date for custody. After enrolling back in school part-time, she got a job at a real estate office working for commission. Lastly, she left
blackplanet.com
alone. Everything was starting to come together once she became a believer in Christ. Going to church and reading the bible with Mrs. Wright helped Keisha develop a better understanding about what it meant to believe in God. She's learned to stop blaming the Lord for her bad decisions and mess-ups because "although he is the Almighty," her pastor would say

"sin is your choice."

Changes didn't happen over night, so when thoughts of killing Lea surfaced in her mind every so often she just prayed for strength. Keisha refrained from having any kind of contact with Tucker, at least until the court hearing came. Momma D's house was the location for the baby's drop off and pick up, that way they never had to cross each other's path. When she was lonely and missed him so, she'd press *67 before dialing his cell just to hear him say 'hello'. And oddly enough, she felt he was doing the same because she had gotten quite a few crank calls herself. It was over between them and she was almost ready to move on.

Keisha had made amends with Loretta and started calling her 'ma'. The two of them talked on the phone everyday, sometimes twice a day, establishing a tight-knit relationship, discussing any and every thing on their minds. Loretta's discussions were mainly about her mistakes and Keisha's younger sisters. Keely, only 16, wasn't going to school and hanging out to all times if the night with the local thugs. Kelly was a breath of fresh air, attending Clark University and doing exceedingly well. Keisha would always be her mother's pride and joy, her first-born, her lovechild, and she expressed that love to her every chance she got. Keisha had to admit she loved feeling her mother's love and how blessed she was to have a second mom in Mrs. Wright.

Keisha's improvement made Mrs. T proud. Keisha gave Mrs.

Wright hope that her own daughter, Epiphany, would make a change in her life as well.

Tucker was finally adjusted to Lea being around; she was loving, caring and very helpful with little man and he appreciated
that more than anything else.
Following his mother's death, every woman his father would bring home despised him and didn't want the responsibility of caring for another women's child, which lead to abuse. His father's need for women was much stronger than his need to be a dad, so he allowed the hate-ful behavior from them to go on without saying a word. Lea was such a good women to him and his son, he decided to take their relationship a step farther--with a 3-caret, emerald cut diamond and a marriage proposal. Yes, he was ready to take it there, but he didn't want a big blow-out wedding like the one he and Keisha were planning. No, this time, he wanted it to be simple without her feeling cheated so he planned to take her to Montego Bay Jamaica to tie the knot.

Sometimes, he wondered if maybe he should of just married Keisha. Things might have turned out differently and she would have been his wife. No matter how hard he tried to front, he missed what she was to him and deep down inside the love he had for her was still there. Clearly too much had happen to turn back.

Tucker phoned his boys down South to tell them the latest.

"Hey what's up cuz, you alright, dawg ?" Peewee recognized the New York number.

"Yo, I'm chilling Pee, how you?"

"Man, shit is all gravy thanks to you."

"Where my nigga, Cornell at?"

"Ay, T, man since that nigga done got a little paper in his pocket he stay fucking around with these scandalous ass broads down here man. I'm try'na get this paper dawg!"

"I hear that! But listen, man don't let no bullshit come between ya'll niggas. You know what I'm saying?"

"Nah dawg, never that, that nigga just a little off track. That's all it is, we good. But what up with that faggot ass dude, C-God man, he surface yet?"

"Nah, he still hiding. But yo, I just called to let ya'll niggas know, your boy gon' go head and jump the fucking broom!"

"Ay, T, man, that's what's up! Congrats on that dawg. Make your baby momma your wife, cousin." Tucker hadn't been in touch with Pee and Cornell in weeks.

"Nah, not me and Keish dawg. Her name's Leanne." Tucker said realizing how awkward the conversation just got.

"Ay dawg, I ain't even gon' touch that, but whatever happen musta been fucked up 'cause dawg you was in
love
with Keisha."

"Yeah man, I had to move on from that. This one's a nice one though."

"Congratulations on that then, cuz! How lil' man doing?"

"He's good, a that's them coming in now. Listen, tell Corn to holla at me and ya'll niggas stay tight. I'm a kick it with you soon, a'ight?" Tucker hung up the phone in a hurry, so he could build up the nerve to pop the question.

Lea returned from the park with lil' man in her arms. As soon as he saw his daddy, the baby started squirming, crying and fighting to get away from her. As soon as she put him down, he ran over and clutched onto Tucker like he was afraid of Lea.

"What's wrong with him?" Tucker picked up his son.

"I don't know, maybe something scared him at the park." Lea's excuse didn't sit well with Tucker. He never thought that Lea would do anything to hurt his son. Playing it safe he chose to hold off on asking
the question
for a little while.

Epiphany was spending a lot of time with Smitty.
If she was still interested in niggas making small time figures he could've actually won her heart--he accommodated her need to be spoiled.

But, she wasn't trying to get caught up with him and lose focus on the plan. He was friends with the nigga that tried to kill her and more than likely he knew about it. Epiphany didn't know what it would take to persuaded him to kill Ness for her, but she decided it was time to let Smitty sample her goodies when she overheard a discussion he was having with K.C., concerning some conflict with Ness, she knew he was ready to sever all ties with him. Their beef would be the beginning of Ness' end.

Smitty started to develop strong feelings for Epiphany, however he was growing impatient and tired of doing all the whin-ing, dining and spending for nothing. He never was that type of nigga to kick out cash for ass, but he was splurging like crazy and even though he already hit it once, he was thirsty to find out what it tasted like.
'Damn I guess you should never say never,
but fuck it. I'm just gonna throw it out there and ask for some.'

Smitty picked up the phone and called to confirm their date.

"Hey Boobie." Epiphany answered.

"What up Ma, we still on for the night?"

"Oh, no question, why? Where you want me to meet you at this time?"

"Yo, why you always gotta meet me, why I can't just come pick you up?"

"Because."

"Because what, you don't trust me?"

"Smitty, it ain't about that. You know what happened. I just don't want to bring no bullshit to my parents house."

"Yeah a'ight, yo, I guess I gotta respect that. So meet me at the Holiday Inn at nine o'clock, a'ight."

"Ooooh, so does that mean I should bring something sexy to wear?" Epiphany said giving him all the assurance he needed.

Before he could respond, her other line beeped. It was Wild. She rush him off "Nine o'clock is good, I gotta take this call. Bye." Epiphany switched over to Wild's.

"Damn I miss you, baby," she said seductively.

"For real? I miss you too. I miss you so much I followed you today." Epiphany's heart pounded rapidly.

"S-s-stop playing baby!" She stuttered.

"Yeah, I'm playing, but you saving that stuff for me right!"

"Oh, no doubt daddy. This pussy belongs to only the Wild One. When you coming for it?" she teased.

"As a matter of fact I'ma be back in town tomorrow afternoon. So what's up, you packing your bags, or what?"

"Hell yeah, I can't wait."

"A'ight, sweet sugar panties, I'll pick you up soon as I touch down around noon."

"Okay baby, as soon as you touch down." Epiphany repeated.

"I got you," said Wild as he hung up the phone.

K.C. rushed down to the precinct to see what was up with
Shana.
The arresting officers wouldn't disclose any information other than she was being brought up on felony charges. He took that little bit of info for what it was worth and immediately called his lawyer Mr. Loboski to explain the situation and ask if he'd take her case. His attorney agreed. K.C. considered calling Shana's mom, Ms. Pat, but she hated him and would definitely use this situation as an opportunity to badger him. That was the last thing he needed right now, especially since he had nothing to do with this mess Shana got herself into. The only thing left for him to do was go home and wait by the phone for Shana to called him.

After hours of interrogation, name calling and harsh threats, Shana managed to hold her head, she wasn't confessing to nothing. The police had some solid evidence against her. Not only did Raina drop dime, but her supplier's perverted ways finally caught up with him and he sang like a bird when the Feds nabbed him. Apparently, an underage girl accused him of drugging her and then trying to have his way with her. Raina also told the police that he was a big time drug dealer, which they already a suspected. Shana was not only concerned about her ecstasy ties with her supplier, but the police confiscated several security tapes from his house, some with her on them. Still Shana refused to talk, the only words she had for them were: "Can I make my phone call now?"

C-God gave up on trying to get in touch with Reggie by phone;
it was time to head back to the Big Apple and find his ass.
C had already let shit ride long enough. Alpo was his number one supporter and he really wanted C-God to stop getting high, get himself together and take back what was rightfully his. Of course C-God loved the sound of that, so he was trying hard to stay clean, at least while handling business.

They rented a utility van, loaded it up with rope, duck tape, guns, Aplo's dog, Venom, and Hassan, one of the few ride or die niggas from VA. Being back in New York made C-God realize how much he missed it, but with the death of his parents, the end of his reign and everything else the city represented--greed, murder and betrayal--he vowed to never live there again. Before hitting the hood, C-God stopped by the cemetery to ask his mom and pop for forgiveness. He was sorry for all the misery that he caused them; their blood, sweat, tears and death. Next to his parents plots were his brothers, Paul aka 'Pop' and Russell aka 'Black' Hinderson. Dead for years, they never saw their baby brother's raise to the top. C-god wasn't religious but he knew they had to be watching over him and asked that they guide him through his mission and make sure he kept it straight gangsta.

Having made his peace with the family it was time for revenge.

Next stop, the hood!

After scouting out the projects a few times and all of his for- mer spots, there was no sign of Reggie. C-God had no choice but to go by the nigga's crib. He carefully got out the van checking his surrounding and instructed Alpo and his boy to do the same. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

"Tanya, you back already?" Reggie's elderly grandmother asked as she slowly approached the door. C was confused.
"Did
she just say Tanya?"
Still focused on finding Reggie, he didn't dwell on it.

"Nah, Mrs. Mattie, it's C. Is Reggie home?"

"C, C who? Nawl, he ain't home." C-God didn't respond. He returned to the van, parked it two houses away and waited. Minutes later, Tanya drove up with his son, a bag full of groceries and a pot belly, looking about three or four months pregnant. C-God shook his head in disgust and pulled off realizing that was probably the reason why Reggie was avoiding him. To be honest about it, he knew he could never be what Tanya needed, even if he tried. He wouldn't have been mad if they, especially Reg, came to him with the truth instead of being sneaky.
'But fuck it, what's done is done,'
he thought.

Taking one more loop around the area, they decide to stop and get a quick bite to eat at the Philly Cheesesteak spot on Linden Boulevard. While C-God sat in the van, waiting for Alpo and Hassan to come out of the restaurant, a pearly white Range Rover blasting "Lean back" pulled up right in front of him. What do you know, fuck finding Reggie, out jumped the head nigga in charge-Ness, who headed for the store next door to the eatery.

C-God smiled. His brothers up in ghetto heaven must of been listening.

"Yo, God what the fuck you smiling at man?" Alpo asked as he and Hassan got back in the van.

"Yo, guess who just hopped the fuck out that truck, right in fucking front of me." C-God said.

"Get the fuck out of here, you sure that's that nigga," Alpo questioned.

"Hell yeah, that's that muthafucka Ness. He in the store right now."

"Yo Hassuan, gimme my shit." Hassuan handed Alpo his gun. Yo, I'ma go hop in that muthafuckas backseat, a'ight! Ay, C-God, pull up in front of the nigga's truck. I'll make sure he follows you." Alpo pulled his black hoodie over his head, crept up to Ness' car, opened the back door, climbed in and waited for him.

Epiphany arrived at the Holiday Day Inn at 9:05 pm.
She pulled into a vacant parking spot and took a couple of minutes to apply a little more gloss to her already shiny lips in her rearview mir-ror. Before getting out the car, she clutched down on the bottom of her Fendi bag to make sure she had her 22. She made it a priority to never leave the house without it after her near death experience. Normally, she would have had her nine, but it never turned up after
that
night. For her having some protection was better then none at all, she would say
'a 22 might not kill a
Muthafucka, but it will defiantly complicate their intentions to
harm me.'
Covering all areas, she was ready for whatever and had her game face on as she pranced towards the hotels entrance, where she found Smitty waiting. Inside their room, Epiphany wasted no time getting down to business. Opening her little over night bag, she pulled out something more appropriate for the occasion. She suggested Smittty order a bottle of champagne from room service, preferably Veuve Clicquot, while she showered and slipped into something sexy for him. Smitty liked the idea of her slipping into
'something sexy.'
The hood rats he used to fuck with considered a matching bra and panties set 'something sexy', if he was lucky.