Page 27 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Ten

JAQUAY ‘QUAY’ MARTIN

It was after ten at night, and I was chilling at one of my homies crib.

His name was Jay, and he was older than me.

Jay was twenty- one years old, and he stayed in the projects in a two-bedroom apartment with his baby mama.

This was just a temporary stay. He told me that I could lay my head here for a couple of weeks until I got my shit together.

I had been living with one of my friends in another apartment before I came here.

His mama allowed me to stay there, but just like at my house with my mama, I couldn’t follow rules over there, so after so many warnings, she kicked my ass out.

Jay really didn’t want me crashing with him either, but he felt bad for me, so he opened his crib for me.

Jay and his baby mama had a two-year-old son.

The other bedroom belonged to him, but he would much rather sleep in the room with his parents, and that’s why I was able to sleep in their son’s bedroom.

So many people were telling me to just take my ass back home to my mama, but she didn’t want me there.

She made it clear that I was too disrespectful, and she didn’t want to deal with me.

I also didn’t want to go back over there, either.

I loved my mom, and I would rather get the fuck out before our relationship got too bad, and I ended up disrespecting her more than I’ve already done, or one day just spazzing, and putting my hands on her.

For years, my mom would let me come in and out of the house and do what I wanted to do because half the time, her ass was barely even home.

She was always running behind a nigga that she would meet.

These days, she was getting into her bible more, and going to church, so that had her wanting to become a better mother and cut down on some of the shit that she used to let me get away with.

She went the first fourteen years of my life, letting me believe that I was grown, and I could do whatever I wanted to, now all of a sudden, when I’m fifteen, damn near almost sixteen, she wanted to instill rules that were never in place.

I was in a dark place right now, and I didn’t know how to get out of this motha fucka.

Sleeping on nigga’s couches, making pallets on the floor, and not having any money in my pockets was stressing me the fuck out.

I was the kind of stressed right now where I could just rob a nigga, kill him, and take him for whatever he had.

The irrational thoughts that were going through my mind were wild, and that’s how I knew that I needed to get my hands on some money fast.

I was lying in the dark, sleeping on a pallet that I’d made when my phone started ringing.

My mama didn’t hate a nigga too much because she still had me on her phone plan and was paying the bill.

If she had taken me off her plan, the only way that I would have been able to use this phone is when I was in the house and connected to someone’s WIFI.

I would have to use apps like TextNow, just to be able to text someone, and place a phone call.

The number that was hitting me, they were calling me from an unknown number.

I was paranoid as fuck when it came to answering unknown numbers, so I declined that shit.

Not even two seconds later, they started calling right back.

I declined it again. They hit me well over five minutes, and at this point, I figured that it had to be something serious, and someone was desperate to speak to me, so I went ahead, and answered.

“Yo!” I snapped, not hiding the agitation in my voice. I put the phone to my ear, annoyed as fuck, waiting to hear the caller’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Damn nigga, you on the run from somebody or something? Why the fuck you not answering your phone?” a deep voice boomed from the other end.

I sat up quick, damn near breaking my neck at the sound of his voice.

It was Dutch. Word moved around fast in Miami, so I knew that him, and his entire team was locked up right now, looking at some big boy charges.

I don’t know if I was saved by an angel, but just a few weeks ago, I was desperately standing outside that man’s door, asking to be put on.

I heard the feds came through and picked up everybody that worked for that nigga.

“I’m not running from nobody. I just don’t answer the phone from unknown numbers. What’s up man? How you get my number?” I genuinely wanted to know.

“Don’t worry about how I got it. Let me ask you something. Your money still fucked up? You still trying to be put on?” he wanted to know.

“I’m still in the same fucked up predicament that I was in when I pulled up on you. What you got for me?” I desperately asked, not giving a fuck what I had to do. I just wanted to get some money in my pocket and stop bouncing around from house to house.

“I’ll tell you in a minute. Let me ask you something though. The last time that I saw you, you told me that you wasn’t fuckin’ with Creed no more. What’s up with that? You and that nigga still not cool?” he wanted to know.

“Nah. I feel like that relationship has come to an end. We on two different waves right now,” I shared.

“What happened?” he wanted to know. I really didn’t have any idea why he was asking me this.

“The last time me, and that nigga spoke, I felt like he was judging me. Sounded like my mama fuckin clone. He wanted to know why I wasn’t in school, and just trying to preach to a nigga.

Creed didn’t have the same lifestyle growing up as I did.

Only reason why we met is because of the church that we attended as kids.

It was the same church that you used to take Law as a kid, so when Law had kids, he took his family there, and that’s how I met Creed.

He came into this world with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Times when I would be over his crib, their cleaners and shit would be leaving out, fuckin chefs would be in that bitch, and when Creed needed extra help with homework and shit, they would have private tutors come over and help him out.

I swear I ain’t ever been jealous of that nigga.

If anything, I used to look at him, and the way he was living as motivation for me to work my ass off, and one day, I would be able to live like that and provide for my kids the same way.

Creed don’t understand that his life is much different from mine, that’s why I don’t want to hear that shit that he be preaching to me because he don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle and get it out the mud.

That’s all,” I went in, telling him a whole mouthful.

“Shit, I feel you. That’s how life is sometimes.

Ay, I got a proposition for you. I know you in a fucked-up situation right now, but it ain’t nothing for me to help you out of it.

I got lil spots throughout Miami that the feds don’t know about, so they won’t hit it up.

One of my spots, I got some money, drugs, and guns stashed there.

That can all be yours, but I need you to do me a favor.

This not some baby favor, either. This a big boy job.

The kind of job where you gotta be hungry for the reward that’s on the other side, waiting for you,” he explained, and there was a smile on my face, as I cradled the phone between my ear and the crook of my neck.

“Shit, I’ll kill a baby right now if you need me to. Nigga, I’m fucked up. What I gotta do?” I asked, knowing that nothing was off limits, and I would do whatever he needed me to do to get my hands on that money, and those guns, and drugs that he was speaking on.

“A baby? Damn nigga,” he let out. I didn’t laugh or anything because I knew that what I was saying was true.

“Me, and Law beefing real bad right now. I raised that motha fucka, but honestly, it’s fuck him right now.

He a green ass nigga, and I lost all respect for him.

I’m in some heavy shit, and I know that he’s the only person that can get me out of this jam, but he in his feelings, convincing himself to believe that I had something to do with his pops getting killed.

He came at me with some bullshit ass audio, swearing that it’s a confession from me, saying that I killed Knox.

He got niggas believing that shit too because it’s circulating in the jail, but so far, no one has had the balls yet to ask me.

I don’t know if these niggas going to try to gang up on me, and attempt to kill my ass, so if they do, I gotta take something from that nigga just in case,” his voice sounded cold, and just like there weren’t any signs of me joking when I admitted to him that I would kill a baby, I didn’t hear it in is voice that he was joking around either.

“What you need me to do?” I asked.

There was about a three-minute pause. I’m not going to lie, my heart was beating kind of fast, as I sat here, waiting to hear the job that he needed me to handle.

“Kill Creed,” he said it like it was nothing, and it caught me by surprise a little bit.

I thought that I was a heartless nigga, but Dutch just proved to me that he had me beat. He watched Creed grow up. He’s been in his life since he was a baby. He let it slide off his tongue too easily for me to go ahead and kill him.

“You for real?” I asked, really wanting to know if this nigga was joking or not.

“Don’t worry about it nigga. I’ll get somebody else to take on the job.

This is why I take you lil niggas for a joke when ya’ll come to me with your sob ass stories, talking about how you need money, and want to move weight for me.

I just told you that if you handle a job for me, I’ll get you money, drugs to push out, and guns.

You fucked up, down on your dick right now, so you should have jumped at whatever I put on the line for you.

Nigga, you just said that you would kill a baby.

I swear you young boys not hungry enough,” he spat.

“I’ll do it. Nigga, I ain’t scared. I was just making sure that you were for real. When I get the money, and shit? Do I at least get something up front? I need something on me now,” I let him know, and he sucked his teeth.

“I don’t know what kind of niggas you did business with before me, but I only pay when jobs are done.

However you do that shit, make sure it’s not sloppy, and don’t get caught.

If you get caught, the feds going to catch your young ass, and trust me, they going to question who put you up to that shit.

You better not let my name come out your mouth.

I may be locked up but trust I still got pull out there on the streets, nigga.

Look how easy it was for me to get a phone number on you.

Handle that shit for me like I asked you, and I promise I got something waiting for you,” he said, and like he was sitting right next to me, I nodded my head.

“Say less. When you want that shit done?” I asked.

“As soon as possible,” he responded.

“Aight. How I’m supposed to get in contact with you to let you know that I did it, since you called me private?” I inquired.

“You don’t need to be the one to get in contact with me. I’ll always be the one reaching out to you. I’ll hit you in a couple of days to see where we stand,” he let me know, and without even waiting for a response from me, he just hung the phone up.

I tossed my phone down on the floor, and I laid back, putting my hands behind my head.

All I could think about was this conversation that I just finished having with Dutch, and the job that I’d agreed to take on.

I knew it would make me a grimy ass nigga to go after someone that was at one point my best friend, and like a brother to me, but I was desperate, and I was tired of the fucked up circumstances that I was being dealt.

Even though me, and Creed weren’t on the best terms right now, and we both knew that our friendship had run its course, I knew that Creed had a good heart, and it would be easy to hit that nigga up, reel him in, tell him that I wanted us to talk, and work on our friendship, and I could handle that nigga right there.

He wouldn’t see it coming, and that’s what was going to make this job so easy.

I knew that his parents were going to be hurt by this shit, but it wouldn’t be the first child that they had to bury. They’ve already had to go through putting one of their kids in the ground, so one more shouldn’t make that much of a difference.