Country Boy 2 (17 page)

Q laughed, then stepped into the office to return a text he'd received from Tee earlier. Once inside the office his mind was instantly flooded with the many memories scattered throughout the large room.

"He looked at the wall behind the office desk at all the photos taken when Club Mercedes was the main attraction, weekend after weekend. Suddenly, there she was, arms tightly around his neck, smiling a big, beautiful, radiant smile.

With all the drama that had been going on he'd somehow forgotten about her... at least for the moment. Staring at her picture he began wondering why? Why in this day and age did so many people make the disastrous decisions they did. In a sense, it all boomeranged back to one of the most famous biblical versus ever. "Money is the root of all evil."

Normally he always perceived himself as a fairly good judge of someone's character, but in this case all the evidence he'd perceived good, seemed to be the total opposite. Or was it, he continued thinking as he stared at Asia's photo. After all, she hadn't showed up in court for his trial. He knew it was not because of Van, because he had told her to back up off of Asia, since word was that after Tyreek’s death the FEDS was watching her 24-7. Maybe it had been guilt. There were so many questions with hardly any answers.

"Where are you?" Q mumbled to himself.

"Why you sitting up in here bro?” June said interrupting his thoughts.

Q turned and focused his attention on June before speaking... “A nigga just trying to clear his head, that’s all.”

“
Well I don’t know which head you talking about. But we got some bad ass strippers out there that would love to do that for you.”

“
Yea for a price!” Q responded. As he dap June up.

“
And you know that my nigga!” June said jokingly. Both men walked out the office laughing.

At least thirty strippers occupied the dance floor at once, while the entire PG Crew and every other known hustler from within a hundred mile radius took turns making it "rain". Fives, tens, and twenties were floating through the air like they were dropping from the ceiling. As Q sat at the bar sipping a plain coke, enjoying the fiasco, one female that instantly caught his eye was a chick who went by the name of "Nick". Her real name was "Nikki", but very few people outside of her circle had the courage to call her by her government name. Nikki was a "dyke" whose reputation with the ladies exceeded many of the so called players in the house tonight. A reputation that credited her with the ability to bag any woman she wanted. Although her player skills were indeed up to par, it was her hustler's mentality that gained Nikki the ultimate respect on every corner in the Carolinas. Not often did you run across a woman who was drop dead gorgeous, had a stable full of women, and would bust her guns.

Q watched her as she cuffed another phone number, then turned and walked in his direction towards the bar. She was wearing a fitted hat, button down shirt, and sagging Paris men's jeans. Q smiled to himself while watching her approach him with the walk and swag of the thoroughness nigga inside the club. Still no amount of clothes could, hide the flawless figure that only one man had had the pleasure of enjoying... fortunately that man was Q!

"What up Nikki," Q said then grabbed her pulling her in his arms. Q rubbed her Charmin soft ass through her jeans.

Reluctantly she pulled away from him before responding.

"Quentel! Are you trying to let our little secret out the bag?"

"I will if I don't get another hug,” He threatened her.

"Are you serious?"

"Try me." He answered with a straight face.

"I'ma kill yo' ass Quentel,” she said while looking around the club, making sure the coast was clear.

She then quickly climbed back into his arms.

"Am I still the only one?" Q asked as he cupped both of her ass cheeks in each hand, then slid his hand up the small of her back, remembering that was her spot.

"Hmmm... Damn Quentel. What are you trying to do... make me go strictly dickly or sum 'em..." She moaned.

He gently kissed her on the neck then released her. "Call me,” Q said.

"This weekend,” she said then turned to leave.

Smack, was the sound as he hit her on the ass.

"Quentel!" She screamed out in surprise while looking around to see if anyone had seen him hit her.

"Boyyyy... when I get yo' ass in that bed... it's on,” She growled.

"I'm looking forward to it,” He laughed then continued to sip his coke.

Club Mercedes turned out to be a real player’s ball. The entire crew balled outta control with the more than willing strippers. Each one trying to outdo the other. After finishing his drink he stepped back inside the clubs office to relieve himself of all the noise. As soon as he stepped inside a knock came at the door. Knock... knock... knock.

When he opened the door he saw that it was a stripper. She was tall, dark and thick in all the right places,

He gazed at her nude body.

"Quentel, right?"' she asked.

"The one and only," he assured her drawing a slight smile. "This is for you',' she said, handing him an envelope. "It was nice meeting you." She turned to leave.

"Wait... wait a minute shawty, I didn't get your name." "Kemba. My name is Kemba, but you can call me Cream." Without saying another word she turned and rejoined the party.

After sitting down at the office desk Q stared at the small envelope that had no identification. He opened it and found a letter. It read:

Quentel,

I betrayed you in the worst way, now I’m a woman without a soul, living life without a purpose. Q, it is easy to get caught up in situations where you lose control of yourself. Then you begin to sacrifice your morals and self values at all cost. I made that mistake, now my heart bleeds for your forgiveness everyday that I breathe. I understand that even if you wished to forgive, the code of the streets wouldn't allow you to do so. My life was spared by someone inside your circle, with a warning to never have any type of contact with you. But in all rationality, my life was lost the day I choose the government over you. Life is not worth living if you have to live it every day as a coward. I'm truly sorry Q, truly, truly sorry.

Desirae 'Asia' Ellis

After reading the letter from Asia Q rushed out of the office and buried himself in the mist of the strippers crowded on and around the dance floor. No one had seen or heard of a stripper fitting her description.

"Damn,” Q mumbled as he looked down at the small envelope, then back at the entrance to the club.

Kemba was gone...

Officer Jacobs kissed his wife and two daughters before they stepped out of his police cruiser and began walking towards the entrance of the large Catholic Church.

"Are you coming?" his wife, Jen, of twenty five years turned back and asked him.

"I'll be right along honey," He answered, forcing a smile. "I have to call the office." He lied.

After his wife and children disappeared though the large wooden doors, Jacobs reached in and pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket. He made sure the coast was clear before quickly raising the bag of powder to his nose, inhaling its entire contents into his nostrils. Instantly the outside world began spinning out of control, causing his head to crash onto the police cruisers headrest

Fifteen minutes later Jacobs awoke to find his police car surrounded by a host of different vehicles. For a moment he'd forgotten where he was, until he noticed the family's church in front of him. Damn, he thought to himself,

“
Why did I agree to go to church, knowing that the playoffs started today?”

As he began to exit the car, the blow of the handle of the gun crash into his head with such force his knees buckled. Immediately the men pulled his hands behind his backs and duck tape them and his mouth simultaneously.

“
Get up you white motherfucka, its payback time cracker.”

They slung his weary body into the back of the black Yukon, and sped away. One of the great things about the new friendship Q and Dame had formed was that they were able to bring new techniques and connects to one another. The kidnapping game was an everyday occurrence up north. And no one did it better then Queen’s niggas. So when Q let it be known what he needed done. Dame had brought down some young gunners, to handle the business.

“
God I hope they let us take this cracker back up top and do him.” I got some young niggas I want to show how to torture a motherfucker.”

“
Nah B, Dame told me they got some sick country shit planned for this white boy.”

“
Word?”

“
Word my nigga?”

When Jacobs awoke for the second time he could hear a familiar voice. It was the voice of the man he hated so intensely that he had put the life of himself and his family in jeopardy. He could feel his arms and legs tied to the chair. His head was covered with an old potatoe sack. When the sack was removed, he could not only hear but, now he could see Q.

“
You nigger’s are really in trouble now. Do you know what kind of time you get for kidnapping a law enforcement officer?”

“
If I was you I wouldn’t be worrying about the kidnapping, it’s the murdering you should be concern with,” Q responded.

“
I know you are not crazy enough to kill a cop”

“
You right I’m not, but I think I got the right people to do the job.”

Q went over and opened a door in the old abandon mill. Since all the furniture mills had shut down and the jobs went to China. No one from the town even drove out that way anymore. Q knew this would be the perfect place, to house Jacobs while he carried out his plan for revenge.

Out of the door step sat Tech with his hands and mouth duck taped. Q snatched the tape off his mouth.

“
Damn” yelled Tech.

All of the crew stood around and watch as Q offered Tech a way out.

“
Q, man please don’t make me do this shit, I ain’t no fag man, please!”

“
Nigga, did you take the Viagra like I told you?”

“
Yea,but…..”

“
Nigga It ain’t no but, your dick should be hard, and you shouldn’t have a problem.” You said this cracker made you rape Tee, right? Well if he can make you do that, and that’s what got your ass in this position then I’m telling you if you rape this pecker wood it will get you out this trouble. Now you can either do it and live, or not and die. Ain’t but two options.”

He cut the duck tape off tech’s hand and motion for the young gunners to pull down Jacobs pants.

“
No, please Quentel don’t do this, I can help you with getting the drugs or whatever need,” Jacob’s yelled.

“
You know I’m out the game and it’s not shit you can offer me.”

“
No please, please don’t do this … “

“
I promise you one thing, I will give you the same sympathy you showed Tee.”

He reached the Vaseline to Tech, now nigga handle your business. Tech eased his rock hard dick up to the back of Jacobs’s ass cheeks. “
Quentel
please, please don’t.”

As Jacobs continued to beg, Tech began to enter him over and over. All the crew had to turn their heads. This was truly some sick shit to witness. As Tech’s motions became faster and faster. His back began to arch and he let out a fierce scream.

Tim whispered to Q, “I knew this nigga was a faggot.”

“
Yea and now they both will be some dead ones.”

Q pulled both of his colts. Tech began to yell, “We even now right Q? We even right?”

“
No not yet Tech, he put the gun to Tech head and squeezed the trigger.”

As the blood and brain matter splatter on his shirt and hands Q responded, “Now we even”.