“We can find somebody else to run a spot for us,” Teena said.
“And where are we gonna get product from? I asked.
“Leon ain’t the only mutha fucka that got product. Just because that nigga wanna run scared, that don’t mean we need to quit.”
“He ain’t running scared, Teena. He’s just looking out for me, that’s all,” I said and Teena rolled her eyes. “He just made me see that I don’t have to live the way I’m living.”
“How you livin’ that’s so bad? ’Cause from where I’m sittin’, you livin’ pretty large.”
“You think so?” I asked and thought about all the things I told myself. “Well let’s talk about how I’m livin’ large like you say. I’m drivin’ an old Honda Civic and I lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment in a rundown building.”
“What you talkin’ ’bout, Nina? Your crib is laid.”
“True, but I don’t let nobody in there but y’all, ’cause I don’t have any other friends.”
“What other friends you need but us?” Teena asked.
“She’s got you there, Nina. Friends are overrated,” Shay added and we drank to that.
“I cut out all that shopping for clothes I used to do, mainly because I didn’t wear half of them anyway, because I don’t go anywhere. The only time I leave the apartment is to go to Jacksonville to get product, or when somebody calls talking about real money. I don’t have a man.”
“They are definitely overrated,” Shay said and laughed. “Believe me, I got one.”
“But you got one, Shay.” I looked at Teena. “And so do you.”
“Yeah, but that nigga ain’t good for nothin’ but some dick,” Teena said.
“My point is still the same. This is not the way I planned to live my life.”
“So, what are we supposed to do?”
“Just because I’m done, don’t mean y’all gotta get out. I’m just doing what’s right for me. Like you said, you can get product from somebody else and find somebody to run a spot for you,” I said.
“No, Nina,” Shay said. “If you’re done, I am too. Besides, Gary’s been on me to give it up. He said we can move to a better house and live comfortable on what he makes at the dealership.”
“So, not only are you out, you gonna escape to the burbs?”
“I gotta think about my kids, Teena. Gary wants them to go to better schools,” Shay said.
“What about me?” Teena asked.
“What about you?” Shay asked.
“I ain’t got no man to move out to the suburbs with and I ain’t got no school degree. What the fuck am I gonna do? You selfish bitches thought about that shit?”
“Why don’t you come with me, Teena?”
“And do what?”
“I know this woman that owns a boutique and she’s thinking about retiring. When I got there, I was gonna talk to her about buying her out. You and I could be partners,” I said, thinking that it would be great to have one of my best friends down there with me.
“I’d be bored to death sittin’ around a store all fuckin’ day. No thanks.”
“Well the offer is out there,” I said.
“Being bored is better than the alternative,” Shay said.
“What’s the alternative?” Teena asked.
“In jail or dead,” Shay said.
The debate, which wasn’t really a debate, raged on as we tried to convince Teena that there was life after drug dealing. Eventually, I just went home and went to bed. I was going to miss them.
We agreed that we would meet that night at Jimmy’s, and me and Teena were sitting there having a drink waiting for Shay to get there, when Jay came to the table and sat down at the table next to me. “What’s up, ladies. I know this is a private party, but I just wanted to come by and say good-bye to you, Nina. I’m gonna miss you,” Jay said and hugged me.
“Thank you, Jay. I’m gonna miss you too.”
“That’s all I wanted,” Jay said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m gonna go on and get outta here.” He started to get up. “Oh, yeah, y’all know the cops is lookin’ for Bryce, right?”
“I didn’t even know that backstabbin’ mutha fucka was back in the city,” I said. “What they want him for?”
“Damn. I thought y’all knew.”
“Thought we knew what?” Teena asked.
“He the one that killed Kenyatta.”
“You bullshittin’?” Teena question.
“No. That’s what the buzz is,” Jay said. “I thought y’all knew.”
“No, Jay, we didn’t know that,” I said.
“We didn’t know what?”
I looked up and there was Shay, standing in front of the table, wearing a dress and pumps-Shay never wears dresses.
“Damn,” Jay said.
“What?” Shay asked.
“You, bitch. What’s up wit’ you in a dress?” Teena said.
“Damn,” Jay said again.
“Close your mouth before you start drooling, Jay,” I said and patted him on the shoulder.
“Damn, you got some big-ass legs, Shay,” Jay said.
“I’m gonna assume you meant that as compliment.”
Jay got up when he saw his woman making her way toward us. “Believe me, it was. You should bust out like that more often. Anyway, Nina, you take care of yourself,” he said and walked off.
“So what’s up with you in a dress, Shay?”
“I just felt like wearin’ a dress. I didn’t think it was a big deal,” she said and looked around for a waitress. “So what we didn’t know?”
“Bryce killed Kenyatta,” Teena said.
“No.”
“That’s what Jay just told us; said the cops is looking for him,” I told her.
“I forgot to tell y’all, but I saw him the other day,” Shay said.
“What was he talkin’ ’bout?” Teena wanted to know.
“Nothing. Just talkin’ shit about how fine I was lookin’ and how he always thought I was fine, and that he should have got with me before I got married. You know, his usual bullshit. Ain’t that some shit? That nigga was smilin’ in my face and he killed Kenyatta.”
“That’s the kind of snake-ass, backstabbin’, bitch-ass nigga he is,” I said. I hated Bryce and this just gave me one more reason to hate his ass. I tried not to let it get me too upset though. This was my last night with my girls and I wasn’t gonna let my hatred for Bryce Tyler ruin it for us. We spent the rest of the night drinking, eating chicken wings, and reminiscing about all the good times we had together. We left Jimmy’s with the intention of rolling by Teena’s to smoke a blunt, but all that changed when I walked outside and saw Bryce walking across the street from Jimmy’s.
“There that snake-ass bitch go,” Teena said.
“I see him. You got your gun, Teena?”
“What you gonna do, Nina?” Shay asked as Teena got her gun out.
“Give it to me,” I demanded.
“What you gonna do, Nina?” Shay asked again.
Teena handed me the gun and I put one in the chamber. “What somebody should have done a long time ago,” I said and started across the street. Teena was right beside me.
“No,” Shay said.
I looked back at her. “Go get the car, Shay.”
While Shay hurried off to get the car, me and Teena walked up on Bryce. I hid in a doorway and Teena called out to Bryce and tried to get him to come toward me. If that didn’t work, I was just gonna start shooting and hope every bullet found its mark.
It worked.
Bryce stopped and came back toward Teena. As soon as he was close enough, I stepped out and placed the gun to the back of his head. Teena took his gun just as Shay pulled up in the car. I walked Bryce to the car and we got in. “Where y’all takin’ me?” the bitch wanted to know.
“To the killin’ floor,” I said.
Shay must have known exactly what I was talking about, because she drove straight to Kenyatta’s old spot. When we got there, we walked Bryce in and took him to the same apartment that we killed Shantia Lewis in. Teena pulled the police tape from the door and went in.