Читать книгу Payback Is A Mutha - Wahida Clark - Страница 10

“What the fuck is this fool doing?” Hook laid on the horn as the forest green Hummer blocked him in. “Move the fuck outta the way!” he yelled.

“Shit, Hook, this looks like the jackers are gettin’ jacked!” Rob said as he cocked his glock. “Ain’t this a bitch! We bout to get jacked! Fuck! I told you we should have brought some more bodies for this nigga.” Rob’s adrenaline was pumping. Just the two of them were supposed to rob Shadee.

No sooner than those words left his mouth the car was surrounded. “Shadee is lying in the backseat!” Doc screamed in disbelief. Pop! Pop! He fired. “These niggas is busted!” Pop! Pop! The gunfire rang and glass shattered everywhere. Doc was hit in the arm while Rob, sitting on the passenger side, was hit in the head, the bullet bursting his head wide open. Two bullets caught Hook in the shoulder as he screamed out in pain. Glass and blood was all over. The windows on the passenger and driver sides were gone. The front windshield was all cracked up.

Hook was yelling like a bitch. “Shut up, nigga!” Teraney punched Hook in the face. “Move the fuck over!” He pushed him. “Get from under the fuckin’ wheel!” Teraney pushed Hook over and jumped in the driver’s seat. He was sitting on top of Rob’s dead body.

Hook figured that he could get away since he saw that they were occupied with Shadee. He reached in his sock and pulled out his little .22 and pressed it to Teraney’s temple. “Let me out right now, or I’m taking this chump with me! Ossssh! Ahhhh!” Hook yelled as Teraney knocked the gun from his hand. Slim crushed a piece of glass into his cheek. He was still yelling as the blood gushed out.

“You dummy!” Teraney said as he shook his head in disgust. “What was you planning to do with that little shit?”

“Shadee still breathing y’all!” Doc yelled as he felt his pulse. “We gotta move from this spot. Pop the trunk! Get something and tie my arm, I gotta stop this bleeding.” He was barking orders. In a matter of minutes they threw Rob’s dead body in the trunk and put Shadee in the Hummer. Teraney, Slim, Hook, and Jo Jo rode in Shadee’s Benz. Doc didn’t want to go to the hospital because he had a friend who could attend to his bullet wound.

“We gotta get Sha to the hospital.” Slim said.

“Naw, fuck the hospital. Get him to a street doctor,” Doc ordered.

“He almost dead man. By the time we find the street doctor he’ll be gone.” Slim looked at Teraney and Jo Jo for help.

“I’m with Raney. Fuck the hospital, we’ll be taking a chance,” Jo Jo added.

“We taking a chance either way. It’s best to be safe instead of sorry. Fuck that. Let’s get him to a hospital!”

“Hell, naw! He ain’t going to no hospital,” Doc yelled.

“We wasting time and you hurt. Let’s do something instead of arguing like a bunch of bitches,” Teraney said as he had made up his mind that his boy was going to see some real doctors.

When Shadee woke up he was looking up at bright hospital lights, lying in a bed at the “Med;” the local hospital. He now had fourteen stitches traveling down the back of his head. He tried to sit up but felt dizzy and his head was throbbing so he slowly laid back down. He felt around for a switch, button, or something to page a nurse. Unable to find it, he said, “Fuck it! Mind over matter,” and forced himself up.

“Mr. Watson, how are you feeling? I’m Nurse Richards, Debbie to you. I need to check your blood pressure.” She grabbed his arm.

“I need some pain pills.”

“I’ll get you some.”

“Where are my clothes?”

Sensing that he was trying to leave, she said, “The doctor would like you to remain overnight for observation, Mr. Watson. But your clothes are over there in that closet. You have two family members out front waiting to see you. Visiting hours are well over but I will allow them five minutes,” she told him with authority as she recorded his blood pressure and then placed a thermometer in his mouth. After the machine beeped she said, “I’ll send in your visitors. Remember, five minutes Mr. Watson. You need the rest.” She left the room.

Shadee tried to sit up but his head was spinning. He eased back down on the bed.

“What up man?” Born burst into the room. Shadee’s seventeen-year-old nephew was relieved that his uncle was all right.

“Get me the fuck outta here. That’s what’s up!”

“Where’s your clothes nigga?” Kay-Gee, who had been down with Shadee since day one asked.

“Over there in the closet.”

They helped him get dressed so they could bounce before the police decided to stop back by. When Nurse Richards saw them come out of the room she ran over to them.

“You can’t leave now Mr. Watson. The doctor hasn’t discharged you yet.” Plus I wanted to get them digits, she thought to herself.

“I’m discharging my damn self. I’m grown.”

She looked from Shadee to the two thuggish niggas on each side of him and decided against arguing. “Well here, let me get these papers for you to sign.” She took off for the front desk.

“Fuck her man. She probably goin’ to get security. Let’s roll!” Born said, grabbing the nearest wheelchair and helping Shadee sit down.

“I’ll go pull the ride around front,” Kay-Gee told them and jetted.

Nurse Richards hurried back. “Here you go, Mr. Watson. Can you please sign right here, here, and here.” Nurse Richards pointed as she held the clip-board steady for him. “And here are the rest of your painkillers.” She shook the bottle. “We need you to come back on the seventeenth to get the stitches out. Any questions?”

“No ma’am. No questions.” Born was already wheeling Shadee towards the elevator.

Kay-Gee was waiting out front. They helped Shadee into the car and headed towards his house. “A’ight. What the fuck happened and where’s my money, my dope, and my ride?” Shadee wanted to know as soon as the car door slammed. “Ah, shit!” He groaned out in pain.

“Doc has the loot and the dope. We’re gonna meet him at his spot later on. Slim is taking care of your ride.” Born reported.

“Who the fuck did this shit?” Shadee was pissed.

“Them Jack boys. Them niggas ain’t see us lying in the cut down the street and we didn’t see them until they was up on you. But I’m willing to bet it was that bitch Brianna. This shit got that hoes name stamped all over it. Your bitch set you up man. I tried to tell you that hoe ain’t shit!” Born was pissed off.

“Brianna? How you know it was a set-up?” Shadee moaned in pain.

“Nigga, that medication got you fucked up! Them niggas was waitin’ on you dawg! I’m tellin’ you it was that bitch! I got much love for you Unc, but that hoe got your mind fucked up!”

“Naw man, it wasn’t her. Your mind is fucked up young nigga!”

“A’ight, Unc. I see this conversation is going nowhere. Anyway, those stick-up kids Hook and Rob, are the ones she sicked on you. When we left, Hook was being handled, but who knows what shape he’ll be in once Teraney finishes with him. You know how that fool is. Rob is already chillin’ with tha Grim Reaper.”

“Naw. I wanna see Hook.” Shadee began looking for his cell phone.

“Here man.” Kay-Gee handed it to him.

Shadee grabbed it and dialed Teraney. “Teraney, what’s poppin’? I need you to hold up.”

“Won’t nothin’ be poppin’ in a minute. You know I don’t like to sit on shit like this. But if you insist, I’ll hold up. But y’all need to meet me at our chillin’ spot, soon.”

“Wait for me. What do it look like?”

“What it look like?” Teraney looked at the phone as if he was insulted. “It looks like one of your bitches! And I hope you know which one.”

“I’ll holla at you later.” Shadee turned off his cell phone, leaned his head back on the headrest, and closed his eyes. “Let’s swing to our chillin’ spot.”

When they got to their chillin’ spot, which was Kay-Gee’s grandfather’s crib, they entered the back and went down into the basement. Teraney and Jo Jo had tied Hook up, and he was naked, stretched out onto two folding chairs with a sock stuffed in his mouth. Jo Jo had on a painter’s jumpsuit and a pair of goggles.

“Why is he tied like that?” Shadee wanted to know.

Jo Jo pulled out a chain saw, grinned and said, “I’ma cut his body in half. I always wanted to do this shit man.”

When Hook heard that, he was tryna scream as his eyes got big as saucers and he tried to squirm loose.

Shadee tried to hold his balance as he walked over to Hook and pulled the sock out of his mouth. Hook began yelling, “Don’t let him do this, man! I can take y’all to Rob’s stash right now. Please man, don’t let him do this,” he pleaded.

“Who put you on me?” Shadee asked through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know man. I was with Rob,” Hook pleaded.

“Wrong answer.” Shadee stuffed the sock back into his mouth and nodded towards Jo Jo who pulled the chain to start the chain saw. Everybody stepped back in anticipation.

Hook began withering like crazy as he pissed on himself.

“Hold up. This nigga ready to talk. Turn it off.” Shadee looked down at Hook, who was shaking his head up and down.

As soon as the sock was pulled out of his mouth he blurted out, “It was that bitch Brianna. It was Brianna man! She put us on you. I swear!”

Shadee was embarrassed as hell. That fuckin’ bitch! He was talking to himself in disbelief. Is that hoe that desperate for money? All that we’ve been through and that trick got the nerve to set me up. All I ever did was look out for her. No one in the room was saying a word. From the look on Shadee’s face they knew that now was not the time for “I told you so’s.” Snapping out of his silent rage he asked, “Where’s that nigga Rob’s stash house?”

Hook began singing like a canary. “At his mom’s. In the hallway there’s a small door inside the linen closet. It’s yours man, just let me go.”

“C’mon y’all. Slice that nigga up!” Shadee ordered.