A Gangsta Twist Saga (17 page)

“And why is that, if I may ask?” asked Agent Johns.

Taz smiled at Sacha, and then turned toward the federal agent and said, “You're the FBI, man. Figure it out. Come on, Li'l Mama, let's bounce.”

As Sacha and Taz left the agents' office, Agent Johns told his partner, “He's as clean as a whistle, Tom.”

“What makes you think so?”

“Too confident . . . too fuckin' confident.”

“Yeah, I can tell. Did you catch what he called his attorney when they left?”

“What, the Li'l Mama thing? Yeah, I caught it. Not only is he confident, he has some very good taste, too.”

“That's right. She's a looker.”

Both of the federal agents started laughing as they resumed their duties for the evening.

 

 

By the time Taz had dropped Sacha off at her house and made it to his, he had explained everything that had just happened to Won and Keno. Won laughed and told him that he didn't have anything to worry about. Since everything was bullshit, he should maintain his composure and keep to his normal every-day routine.

Keno, on the other hand, was a little spooked. “What if they get into our business with Won?” he asked.

Taz didn't have an answer for that, so he left it up to Won.

Won smiled into the receiver and said, “Listen. Don't worry about our business. Everything is everything. As a matter fact, we won't be doing anything for at least a month or so, so relax, Keno! It's all good!”

“I hear you, O.G. I had to ask, you know?” said Keno.

“Yeah, I know. All right, you two, be good. I'm out!” Won said and hung up the phone.

Taz pressed the button and cut the line to the speakerphone they were talking to Won on and said, “Dog, I really wasn't feeling the club at first, but now I am. Go get changed and get back over here. We needs to get to that club tonight, for real.”

Keno smiled and asked, “All black?”

Taz stared at him for a moment, then said, “Call the homies. All black!”

Taz was dressed in a pair of black Sean Jean jeans, black T-shirt, and black Timb boots. Keno, Red, Bob, Bo-Pete, and Wild Bill were dressed almost exactly as Taz. The only difference was that they had on other urban designer gear. But it was still all black.

When they made their entrance inside of Club Cancun, it seemed as if everyone inside of the club could feel the dangerous vibes coming from them.

Katrina and Paquita were standing by the bar as Taz came in and accepted his drink from Winky, the bartender.

Paquita watched him as he downed his drink quickly. “Girl, something is wrong with Taz. He never downs his entire drink like that. Shit, look at how all of them are dressed. Something's going to go down tonight.”

“I know, girl, I've never seen Keno look so damn mean. Look how they're mean mugging all of the niggas in the club,” said Katrina.

“Ain't that some shit? And those scary-ass niggas ain't even trying to make eye contact with them. I've heard some way-out-ass stories about Taz and Keno, but I've never actually seen them in action.”

“Well, come on. Let's go get a table, 'cause from the way they're looking, we're going to see their work tonight,” Katrina said, and they left the bar.

 

 

Taz scanned the club over and over, trying his best to make eye contact with any and every male inside. He was hoping to catch someone's eye to see if he could spot some fear. He was confident that if the guy who had told the FEDs anything about him was in the club, he would be able to tell if they made eye contact. Even if he didn't spot anyone, someone inside the club was going to get a beat down tonight. Tonight was statement night:
Do not fuck with Taz!
It was wrong and Taz knew that, but he was in a real fucked-up mood, and the only way he was going to feel better was if he got to put his hands on one of these soft-ass, wannabe thug-ass niggas.

Keno came to Taz's side and said, “Here comes your girl, dog.”

“Damnit! I told her to stay her ass at home. It's time for this broad to get checked!” Taz waited as Sacha and Gwen came over to where they were standing, and said, “Sacha, why are you here?”

With a defiant look on her face, she said, “To make sure that you don't do anything that you might regret later on.”

Her words had the exact effect on him that she had hoped for. She saw how his eyes softened a little. He smiled and said, “Thanks, Li'l Mama. I really appreciate that. But you have to understand something about me. When my mood becomes dangerous, there is nothing and no one that can stop me from doing what needs to be done. No one, Li'l Mama, not even you.”

Before Sacha could respond, Tony Surefield, her client, walked up to them and said, “Hey, Ms. Carbajal! What you doing up in this piece?”

Sacha smiled and said, “How are you doing, Mr. Surefield?”

“Tony. Call me Tony.”

“Okay, Tony. I'm here with my boyfriend, trying to have a good time. Taz, this is Tony. Tony, this is my boyfriend, Taz.”

Taz stared directly at Tony for a few seconds, then said, “Yeah, I remember you. KK's li'l brother, right?”

“Yeah, that's right,” Tony said as he quickly lowered his eyes.

Well, I'll be damned! It was that easy! This bitch-ass nigga is the one,
Taz said to himself. He turned toward Sacha and said, “Excuse me, baby. Let me have a word with Tony for a minute.”

Sacha noticed how timid Tony was acting, and knew instantly that her client was the person who had snitched on Taz.
Oh, God! Don't let Taz hurt that man!
she prayed silently. She knew better than to try and talk to Taz, so she told him that she'd be by the bar, and quickly walked away.

After Taz was sure that Sacha was out of earshot, he turned back toward Tony and said, “Dog, I heard you got scooped up by them peoples. You straight?”

“Y—yeah, I'm good. It wasn't nothin' but some bullshit. H—how did you find out about that?”

Taz hadn't heard anything. He just wanted to see if Tony had been in contact with any form of law enforcement. Now, he was absolutely positive that it was this clown-ass nigga who put them onto him. But, why? That was the question he was going to find out. “Dog, it ain't too much that goes on in the City that I don't know about. But I am curious, though. How the fuck did you get out? I know the FEDs didn't give you a bond. They don't get down like that too often . . . unless you told them somethin'.”

“N—nah, I ain't get down like that. Th—the case was so w—weak that they th—threw it ou—out,” Tony stuttered.

“Is that right? Check this out, gee. Do you have a problem with how I got at you the last time?”

“Nah, Ta—Taz, I understood you, gee. You don't get down. I was wrong for even gettin' at you like that.”

“If that's the case, then tell me why the fuck you told the FEDs you have been dealing with me, you bitch-ass nigga!” Before Tony could respond, Taz hit him so hard on his nose that blood splashed everywhere. Tony dropped to the floor as if he was hit with a sledgehammer. Several people in the club came over and watched the action. Tony got to his feet and swung wildly at Taz, who easily sidestepped his wild punch. Taz smiled and said, “Calm down, Tony! You don't want to hurt yourself, do you?”

“Fuck you, nigga! I ain't no snitch, and I don't go for no nigga calling me one!” yelled Tony as he wiped his bleeding nose.

“So, I'm lying on you, Tony? You're calling me a liar, nigga? The only reason why you got socked in the fuckin' nose and not served properly is because of your brother, nigga! So, don't stand there and call me a liar, you coward-ass nigga!” Taz said with venom in his voice. “Now, what else did you tell them, Tony? I need to know every fuckin' lie you told them peoples, nigga. And if you don't tell me, as God as my witness, I'm catching a murder charge tonight!”

Before Tony could respond, four of his homeboys came over to his side. This seemed to give him some courage, because he smiled and said, “Like I told you, nigga, I ain't no fuckin' snitch. I ain't never even fucked with your ass, so how could I tell them anythin' about you?”

Taz smiled and held up his hands to stop the security from interrupting them. He focused on Tony and his little crew and said, “I knew you were a dumb-ass nigga. I just didn't expect for you to be crazy.” He then turned toward Bo-Pete and said, “Dog, I want y'all to smash these niggas with Tony, so that he can see that they have no win what-so-fucking-ever with us.”

Bo-Pete's response to Taz's words was his fist swinging. He dropped the first guy he hit with a hard left; then he charged the next guy who was backing away from him and caught him with a series of vicious blows to his face. Before either of Tony's remaining two homeboys could react, Wild Bill and Red were all over them. Red slapped the hell out of one of the guys and dropped him as if he had hit him as hard as Taz had hit Tony in the nose. Wild Bill, though small, was hitting just as hard as his comrades. He showed his strength as he hit one of the guys with a kidney shot that would make old Iron Mike proud.

Bob, who was standing next to Keno, said, “Dog, fuck all this shit! Let's take this nigga somewhere so he can tell us what we need.”

Taz smiled and said, “Nah, we don't have to do that, do we, Tony? You're going to tell everyone in this club exactly what you told the FEDs about me. Aren't you?” Taz stared Tony directly in his eyes, and once again asked, “Aren't you, Tony?”

Tony hesitated briefly and simply gave him a nod of his head yes.

With all of the commotion going on, the owner of the club had the lights turned on and the music turned off, so everyone in the club had heard what Taz had said to Tony.

“Now, get to talkin', bitch-ass nigga!” Keno said with contempt.

Tony turned toward his homeboys who were busy trying to tend to the wounds that Bo-Pete, Red, and Wild Bill had inflicted on them. He sighed heavily and said, “Man, I told them that I was plugged in with you, and that you were going to hook me up with some major weight.”

Before he could say another word, someone in the crowd yelled, “You fuckin' snitch! Kill his ass, Taz!”

Taz ignored the comment and said, “What else?”

“That's it. They told me that they were going to put someone on you, and that they were going to bury you.”

“So, that's all you told them about me, Tony?”

“Yeah, man, that's it, I swear.”

“So, you want me to believe that all you said was that you were going to get hooked up by me, and they let you off on a FED beef? Come on, nigga! I guess you are ready to die!”

“I'm serious, Taz. That's all I said about you.”

Taz paused for a moment, then said, “Okay, so who else did you tell on, nigga?”

Tony stared at Taz, pleading with his eyes, and said, “Come on, Taz! Don't do me like that, dog!”

“I'm not your dog, snitch! It's been too many niggas like you puttin' a black eye in the game. That's why most of you dope boys are so fuckin' soft. Y'all ain't layin' these snitches down. So now, everyone is tellin' they asses off.” He then stepped back from Tony, turned slightly so that he was facing the onlooking crowd, and said, “You see? This is how the game got punked in the City, 'cause of niggas like this coward. If I was a dope boy, he'd be dead! I know y'all be on some hating shit, but it is what it is. So, I have a question for you dope boys in here that have dealt with this nigga. What are y'all gon' do about him?” Taz started laughing as he stepped up to the owner of the club and said, “I'm sorry about this drama, Big Tim. I had to clear the air, you know?”

“I ain't tripping, Taz. You know I know how you and your boys get down.”

“Good lookin'. Now here, take this and let everyone know that the drinks are on me for the rest of the night,” Taz said as he passed Big Tim over four thousand dollars in one-hundred-dollar bills. “If that don't cover it, let me know when I come back next time and I'll take care of it.”

Smiling brightly, Big Tim said, “Gotcha, Taz!” He then gave the DJ a wave of his hand to signal him to turn the music back on. The lights dimmed, and D4L's “Laffy Taffy” started playing loudly through the speakers.

Taz stepped toward a frowning Sacha and asked, “Are you all right, Li'l Mama?”

“That was my client you just humiliated, Taz!”

“Your client? You mean to tell me that you knew that he told the people on me?”

“Don't be stupid! But even if I did, I wouldn't have been able to tell you.”

“Yeah, I know attorney-client privacy and shit. I ain't trippin', Li'l Mama. It's all but a memory now.”

“You think? Humph! Let me see. Have you ever heard of obstruction of justice, assault, and a host of other felonies you have just committed? Taz, I'd be very surprised if the FEDs weren't at your home first thing in the morning.”

Taz smiled and said, “You think? At least I'll have the upper hand on them, Li'l Mama.”

With a smirk on her face, she asked, “And how's that?”

“I'll already have my attorney present.”

She punched him on his arm and said, “Ooh, you make me sick with your damn arrogance sometimes!”

“You love me?”

With a smile on her face, she answered, “With all of my heart.”

He returned her smile and said, “Good. Now, let's go enjoy the rest of this evening.”

 

 

Clifford and Do-Low stood at the back of the club and witnessed Taz's show with his homeboys. Do-Low frowned and told Clifford, “That nigga really thinks he's the shit, huh? I can't wait to serve that fool.”

“Yeah, he does. Do you think he'll give you problems?”

“Did you just hear what I said? You know how I get down. It ain't no thang,” Do-Low replied confidently.

“Good. When do you think you're going to take care of him?”

“If the time presents itself, I'm going to do it tonight.”

“He has his boys with him now. I don't think that'll be wise.”

“The night's still young, dog. You never know how things are gonna fall. Let's just wait and see,” Do-Low said as he sipped his drink.

 

 

Bob and Gwen were sitting at a table, laughing and sipping their drinks, when Taz and Sacha came and joined them.

“Damn, bitch! Did you see how these tough guys handled their business? We got some straight gangstas in our lives, huh?”

After taking a seat, Sacha said, “Yeah, ho, we got us some real ones.”

“Well, I'm glad to hear that our gangsta impresses y'all. I feel a whole lot better now knowing that,” Taz said sarcastically.

Before either of the ladies could reply with a smart remark, Bob said, “Looks like our girl is really into clubbin' all of a sudden.”

Taz turned and followed Bob's gaze toward Tazneema and Lyla and said, “Damn! What's with this girl?”

“Who are you talking about, baby?” asked Sacha.

Taz sighed and said, “Tazneema.”

“Let her have some fun, baby. Your sister is still young.”

He stared at Sacha for a minute, then shook his head. She just wouldn't be able to understand if he really told her why he was so concerned with Tazneema being in the club. He glanced toward Bob and noticed that he was following Tazneema's movements around the club. Bob gave him a slight nod, as if saying “Don't worry about it.”

Keno saw Tazneema when she had entered the club also. He stepped over to her quickly and said, “Hey, baby girl! What you doing hangin' out in this dump?”

“Hi, Uncle Keno. Me and Lyla were bored and decided to come have a drink and chill out for a little while,” said Tazneema.

“That's cool. If you need somethin', holla at me. Taz is sitting over there. You might want to go holla at him,” Keno said as he pointed to where Taz was seated.