TYCE 3 (30 page)

“Ummm excuse me ahhhh who?”

“You heard me?” I stared at her across the table.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Tyce. Who’s Raine?”

“You don’t know what I’m talkin’ about?

You really ‘bout to play me like a game show?”

“Tyce really. I have no clue why you’re askin’ me this or who this Raine chick is. My parents named me Dallas.”

“So I guess you have no clue what happened to the District Attorney huh?”

“No I don’t. What happened to him?”

“Somebody killed him. He was shot in the head.”

Dallas shoved a hush puppie in her mouth to block her lies.

“Wow he musta pissed somebody off.” She said with a mouthful of food.

“But you wouldn’t know anything about that either would you?” I quizzed.

“Nope.” She answered blankly. “Now let’s switch topics to somethin’ more interestin’. How ‘bout we talk about you and me.”

I picked up my fork and gently stabbed the crusty fish.

“What are you doin’ tomorrow afternoon?”

“Ummm nothin’ much jus’ doin’ some shoppin’ then I’m meeting some investors for a beauty salon I’m opening next year…why?”

“I want you to meet me for lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant. I have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes lit up with anticipation. Dallas just loved surprises.

“What is it?!” She grabbed my wrist.

“I have no clue why you’re askin’ me this cuz I have no plans on spillin’ the beans.

You’ll jus’ have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Will you be there?”

“Hell yeah I’ll be there! What time?”

“Meet me there at noon.”

“I’ll be there with no panties on jus’ in case you wanna reenact our love scene!”

Adios

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The next afternoon couldn’t come fast enough! Last night while eating dinner with Tyce I almost gagged when he mentioned my alter ego Raine. I had to admit I was caught off guard. How did he find out? Who told him she was me? Then when he told me about Mr. Seals I damn near pissed on myself! I didn’t want to seem too interested or seem too disinterested. I had to play it cool but not too cool. So I casually denied everything. I knew he knew I was lying but he didn’t press me and I didn’t confirm his suspicions. That’s all I hoped they were was suspicions.

 
 
 
 
 
The truth was it didn’t matter when or how he found out. He obviously knew when he showed up last night but he still stayed for dinner even though he’d already eaten and on top of that, he had a big surprise for me. My guess was that he somehow understood why I did what I did and he forgave me. I hoped that was the case as I pulled up to the restaurant at exactly noon to meet the love of my life.

 
 
 
 
 
The parking lot was crowded at this busy lunch hour so I had to park way in the back behind the building. I gave myself one last look in the visor mirror reapplying a fresh coat of berry lip gloss. I wore a red second skin cat suit that hugged my body like a smedium shirt on Fat Albert. I looked ravishing. I was a super sexy version of Little Red Riding Hood right down to my matching stilettos.

 
 
 
 
Today was extra hot; a fact that the beaming sun confirmed as I got out my car and stood up. Several cars drove by slowly trying to find a parking spot in the back like me. I waited for them to pass before I stepped out into the open but what I saw in the distance stopped me in my tracks. Six police cars swooped into the lot from the street. I watched as they sped through the paved aisles heading toward my location.
 
I paused to watch the action but my intrigue transformed into fear as the flashing cars came to a screeching halt right in front of me. Officer upon officer jumped out pointing their guns at me!

“GET ON THE GROUND FACE DOWN!!!” The man closest to me screamed. His back up steadied themselves aiming their weapons at my head.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?!” I shouted back.

“I SAID ON THE GROUND!”

I knew better than to challenge them again and decided against my wishes to dirty up my $900 dollar outfit and lay face down on the filthy parking lot. As soon as my stomach made contact with the asphalt, my hands were cuffed behind my back while the remaining officers buzzed around my car like bumble bees. The rude forceful officer retrieved my keys from my purse tossing them to another officer who hurriedly opened my trunk.

 
 
 
 
 
I couldn’t see what was inside nor did I have any idea what they were looking for. I was in complete shock as my brain tried to unscramble the mystery as to why I was in this embarrassing predicament in the first fucking place!

“Damn it’s him! It’s really him!”

 
The officer in front of my trunk took a few steps back.

“What the fuck is he talkin’ ‘bout?”

 
I shouted to know one in particular. I was completely flabbergasted not to mention scared out of my mind.

“Dallas Mitchell, you’re under arrest for the murder of District Attorney Nicholas Seals.”

The arresting officer picked me up by my narrow biceps and walked me over to my open trunk. My mouth dropped right down to my feet as I seen the pale lifeless body of the D.A. laying neatly in the trunk of my Audi!

“What the fuck! I didn’t kill him! You gotta believe me! You got the wrong person; I don’t know how he got in my car! There must be some kinda mistake! I didn’t murder anybody!”

The tall black officer started to read me my rights but I swear he was speaking another language cuz I didn’t understand a word he was saying to me. I could see his lips moving but my mind wasn’t registering the words. It was like I was in a foggy dream…or rather a foggy nightmare.

 
 
 
 
 
A nosey crowd started to gather around the scene. Dozens of people stood watching as I was shoved in the back of a patrol car like a common criminal. Hot tears flowed down my cheeks making the astonished faces of the onlookers blurry in my vision. In a moment of visual clarity,

I noticed my arch enemy Angelique standing in the back of the crowd grinning like her cheekswere being stretched apart in opposite directions.

“You fuckin’ bitch.” I muttered to her even though she couldn’t hear me. “YOU FUCKIN’ DIRTY BITCH!!!” I screamed behind the glass window.

I wanted so bad to break these metal handcuffs and beat the living shit out of her. But I was trapped in the cramped back seat of a police car and could only use my voice to attack her.

“I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU BITCH! YOU HEAR ME, YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DEAD!!”

Angelique continued to smile at me then she gave me the middle finger and disappeared behind a tall fat man who was watching the fiasco with bulged eyeballs. I couldn’t believe what just happened…then the reality of the situation hit me like a cold Chicago wind. Angelique had set me up and worst part about it was Tyce knew all along. My heart ached in my chest. My head was pounding. My skin was on fire and my soul was crushed like an empty soda can. How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me. I thought he loved me. I thought he loved me…

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Ice Cold

 
 
 
 
 
The look on that bitch’s face was priceless. I knew I was taking a chance with my own freedom by coming down there but I had to do it. There was no way in hell I was missing that. I wanted to be front row when her world came tumbling down around her and I wanted her to know that I was the bitch responsible.

 
 
 
 
 
She must have been out of her fucking mind if she thought I was going to take what she did to me lying down. Oh hell no. I’m not the bitch you want play with! You step on my toe; I’ll break your foot. You spit in my face; I’ll drown you. You pull a knife on me; I’ll pull out a gun. You frame me for drugs; I’ll frame your ass for murder!

 
 
 
 
 
I killed that faggot ass D.A.! When Tyce broke me out of jail not only was I physically free but I now had the opportunity to handle my business. I spent countless hours plotting on what I was going to do if and when I got out. I knew the D.A. was crooked, shit he had to be in on it. But the mastermind behind all this shit I knew was punk ass Dallas. While Tyce was busy doing his thing; I was busy doing my thing and now it was all over.
 

 
 
 
 
 
Did she actually think she was going to get me locked up and slide in my spot next to Tyce? Come on now, where they do that at? I’m Angelique Dupree, Tyce’s right hand woman, Khari’s mama, and the baddest bitch on the west coast! That anti smart ass bitch aint got shit on me…but her downfall was that she thought she did.

It Is What It Is

 
 
 
 
 
Five empty Jell-O-cups, two empty bags of Skittles and a half full glass of Gatorade crowded my kitchen table as I sat thinking in the chair. Angelique being the woman she was knew I had mixed feelings about Dallas being set up so she left me alone to sort through them. I couldn’t be mad at her; after all I did lose the bet.

 
 
 
 
 
On the ride home from Gloria’s, we talked about the Dallas situation. She bet me that if I confronted her about her being Raine, she would lie to my face. I on the other hand thought she would fess up once she was eye to eye with me. The deal was if she lied then I would help Angelique set her up but if she told the truth then we would just leave her alone and let her hang herself. I was hoping she would come clean so I could remove the body from her trunk after I left her house. It took me almost an hour to get his heavy ass in there and not be seen doing it. However to my disappointment she fed me fish and lies for dinner, not a smart move.

 
 
 
 
 
Angelique was confident that Dallas would lie to me cuz as she put it, “Dallas was a fake ass bitch!” I guess she was right. I still felt bad about it, but hey you do dirt you get dirt…period. When you try and fuck people over you’re really fucking yourself.

 
 
 
 
 
This is the game we play. There are no rules to this shit only winners and losers and one thing I know about me…is that I hate losing. I had to give it to my baby; she really knew how to get revenge on a muthafucka.