Murder Mamas Part 10

Everything made sense to Macy now, and reality hit him like a ton of bricks. Case had always held animosity toward Macy. He should have known that eventually things would go sour between them. They had made good money together back in the day, but their mutual love for the same woman had torn their business relationship apart. As Macy stared at Case with malice, the tension could be felt throughout the room.

"I should have known," Macy stated. "It's just like you to have a b.i.t.c.h do your dirty work for you."

Case smugly blew cigar smoke in Macy's face before putting it out directly on Macy's cheek.

"Hmmm! Hmmm!" Macy screamed through clenched jaws as the cigar seared his skin.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," Case said.

Macy chuckled as he shook his head from side to side. "Still the same old Case. You've always been a lazy-a.s.s n.i.g.g.a looking for a handout. I don't owe you s.h.i.t."

"No?" Case asked. He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and removed a tiny black book. Inside were handwritten records, a ledger that could put Macy behind bars if it ever got into the wrong hands. Any time a money transaction had gone down between the old friends, Case had kept track. "You sitting up high on that mayor's throne, but you forgot who helped you get there. Before this city even knew your name I was backing you. You built your entire campaign off of dirty money and then you turned your back on me ... on the streets that raised you."

"I grew up; I didn't forget s.h.i.t. The community that I came up in is the same one that I'm putting state dollars back into," Macy defended.

"Nah, I'm not talking about no programs, Macy. I'm talking about looking out for the li'l n.i.g.g.as you had posted on the block hustling up your campaign dollars. I'm talking about all of the endors.e.m.e.nts, all of the cash payments I put up to have other public officials stand behind you. You didn't have s.h.i.t but a degree. I put up so much money that I should have been your running mate.

"You was supposed to keep the streets clear for me. Pull the police off of my a.s.s when things got hot. But what do you do? You become the city's savior and change your entire platform as soon as you're elected. This save-the-streets bulls.h.i.t you created is making me lose money, and I don't take L's. You broke our agreement, and now I've come to collect my paper." Case dangled the ledger in front of Macy's face arrogantly.

"According to this, you owe me seven hundred and twenty thousand dollars."

Macy frowned when he heard the amount. "f.u.c.k is wrong with you? You doing all of this for chump change? All you had to do was come to me like a man and we could have settled this."

Case scoffed at Macy's c.o.c.kiness. "Nah, I don't want that bank money. I want what I gave to you. It's too easy for you to pull that mayor money out of an account. I want the same dirty money that you built your career off of, and you've got forty-eight hours to come up with it or Fatima is going to be a widow."

Case's demands made no sense to Macy, but he wasn't in a position to ask questions. He knew exactly what money Macy was talking about. All of the street money that Macy had stacked had been put up for a rainy day. Getting Case the type of money he wanted wouldn't be easy.

Irony mocked Macy because the money that he had killed Boomer over was the same money that Case was going to kill him over. Macy knew that there was no way to get Case the type of money that he wanted. After Boomer's fiasco, all Macy had were legitimate funds. In addition to having a nice-sized bank account, he had access to countless funds through the city's treasury. He could easily take a little bit from each of the city's expense accounts, but that wasn't what Case wanted. He wanted dirty money, and it was the one thing that Macy could not get. His block-hugging and illegal en-terpriserunning days were over. Macy had too much to lose to even allow the allure of the streets to call him back, but Case was forcing his hand. If he didn't come up with the money, Case was going to make good on his threat.

Case kept a stone face but smiled inside as he watched the wheels turning in Macy's head. He had known him long enough to notice the stress lines appear in his forehead. Their friendship had never truly been genuine, even from the beginning. It was more like a compet.i.tion, and Macy had been winning for too long. Case had just turned the tables and tipped the odds in his favor.

"I want my money," Case stated as he pulled out a burnout cell phone that he had purchased from a random store. "I think you need to make a couple phone calls. You keep this s.h.i.t out of the press. If it gets out, you're dead."

He nodded at Harlo. "Untie one of the n.i.g.g.a hands," Case instructed.

He then looked at Macy seriously. "You try anything cute and I'm going to blow your m.u.t.h.af.u.c.kin' brains out," he said.

Macy reluctantly s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone and put in a call to Big E. Macy nervously counted the rings as he thought that the voice mail was going to pick up. Finally he heard his right-hand man answer the line.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Edris, it's me," Macy stated.

"Where you been, fam? s.h.i.t's been on the news about you playing hooky all day. I've been blowing you up-"

"Listen, E, and listen close. It's important," Macy stated, cutting his man off. "I need you to find that paper that Boomer lost. It's important."

"Is everything a'ight, fam? You don't sound too good," Edris stated suspiciously.

"I'm in a sticky situation, fam. I'm not going to lie to you. I need that dough. If you don't come through on that, things are going to go real bad for me. You understand?" Macy asked.

The line went silent as Edris interpreted Macy's words. "What's going on?" he asked, feeling that something wasn't right.

"I just need that, Big E. In forty-eight hours I need you to have that paper for me. I need seven hundred twenty thousand in two days. It can't come from the bank. I'm going to be tied up until you get that for me," Macy stated, hoping that Edris was catching the subtle clues that Macy was giving him. "Do not let the press get wind of anything negative, and find Tima. Let her know that I love her and that I never meant to hurt her, E."

"Sounds like you're giving me your last words to your wife," Edris stated, finally realizing what was happening. "You can tell her that yourself once I come up with this dough. I got you, fam."

"Call me back at this number when you get it together, and when you come to deliver it, don't come alone," Macy said.

Case s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone and hung it up abruptly; then in one swift movement, he pulled a pistol and struck Macy across the face with it. His head snapped violently to the right as his lip busted on impact. Macy took the blow and slowly pulled his head upright as he calmly spit the blood from his mouth.

"I told you not to get cute," Case stated. He was showing Macy no mercy. "You've got two days to get me my money, and don't worry about your wife. I'll let Fatima know you love her," Case stated slyly. "I'll whisper it in her ear when I slide my d.i.c.k up in her tonight."

Hearing those words set Macy off as he lunged for Case, injured and all. The chair toppled over, and Case laughed loudly and obnoxiously.

Case walked over to Macy and kicked him in the stomach then gathered himself, dusting the wrinkles out of his designer suit. He exhaled loudly as he turned to Aries.

"Don't let this n.i.g.g.a out of your sight. I want somebody on him at all times," Case stated. "I'll let you know when it's time to put in that work."

Aries had been sitting back watching the entire thing. "Once this is over, you and I are even. I won't owe you a d.a.m.n thing. Are we clear?" she stated with authority.

Case stepped closer to Aries, completely attracted by her femininity and intrigued by her gangster all at the same time. "If you had the right man in your life, you wouldn't even be in this position right now," he said, throwing out bait to see where her head was.

She scoffed and raised an arched eyebrow. "Don't even. You'll just embarra.s.s yourself," she advised. Aries hated Case, and under any other circ.u.mstances she would have loved to make him her target, but he had her between a rock and a hard place. She was indebted to him; therefore, he had the upper hand, and that fact was common knowledge between them.

He nodded his head, taking her rejection in stride, and then left the house. Case was fully confident that Aries could handle the job, and he walked away with no worries, knowing that soon enough Macy wouldn't even be a factor.

Chapter Eleven.

Edris rolled down Rodeo Drive looking for a man the streets called Chicago Larry. Edris knew that his old a.s.sociate controlled the strip and its wh.o.r.es. Although it was 2011, he somehow found a way to be a successful pimp. Anything that went down on the strip, Chicago knew about it or had something to do with it.

Edris scanned the block as he slowly cruised down the avenue. He hoped that he saw one of the candy-red Cadillacs that Chicago was known to drive. Chicago Larry had pimped hard throughout the city for years. Edris knew that the underworld of prost.i.tution started and ended with him. Edris didn't know where to begin looking for the hooker who stole from Boomer, but he knew that finding Chicago was a good start.

Edris pulled into the diner that Chicago was known to post at. Edris slightly smiled when he saw the candy-red car parked toward the back. "Bingo," he whispered as he parked the car.

A sense of urgency overcame Edris as he maneuvered his rather big body out of the car. He knew that he was playing with borrowed time and his boss's life depended on if he could get the money back. Edris walked into the small diner, and it was empty except for a couple of waitresses who stood behind the long counter. Edris immediately spotted Chicago sitting at the back table with an Asian young lady.

Edris made his way toward him, and as he got closer he noticed that the lady across from Chicago was giving him a manicure. Chicago was a very tall man with a slim build. He had a neat Caesar haircut and wore an Italian-cut suit, a far cry from the stereotypical pimp. He looked more like a stockbroker than a seller of women.

"Well, you don't say," Chicago smoothly said with his light voice.

"It's been a long time," Edris said as he held out his hand. Chicago stood up and locked hands with Edris as he embraced him.

"Well, welcome to my office. Have a seat, big man. I know you here to talk about something. I haven't seen you on the strip since you used to run packs for Macy," Chicago said as he displayed his huge gap in his two front teeth.

He looked down at the girl who was once doing his nails and whispered. "Okay, baby, time for you to get back out there," he said as he looked outside onto the street. Just as quick as the words came out of Chicago's mouth, the girl had hurried out to walk the track.

Chicago watched as his girl went out the door and then focused his attention back on Edris. "What's on your mind?" Chicago asked as he sat down.

Edris sat down across from him and wasted no time telling him what was going on. "Look, a short while ago someone got robbed by a hooker. That somebody who got robbed happened to be Macy's son. You hear anything about that?" Edris asked as he looked deep into Chicago's eyes, trying to read him.

"No, can't say that I have. That s.h.i.t been all over the news though. His son got killed in the hotel, right?" Chicago asked, but he already knew the answer. It had been on the local news nonstop ever since the body was found.

"Yeah, unfortunately," Edris said as he dropped his head and shook it from side to side. Edris was also playing a role because he knew who was responsible for the killing.

Edris looked at Chicago once again and continued, "You see, some money came up missing and it needs to get found ... and needs to get found soon," Edris said as his voice got more threatening with each word. The intensity in his eyes displayed his seriousness.

"Dig this. I don't know anything about no wh.o.r.e with stolen money. s.h.i.t, if I did, I sure wouldn't be on this here strip pimping. Believe that!" Chicago said as nervousness was evident in his voice.

Edris noticed that little sweat beads were forming on Chicago's nose and his voice was becoming shaky. This automatically threw up red flags with Edris. The fact that Chicago claimed he knew nothing about stolen money made Edris suspicious. Edris knew Chicago, and the fact was that he pimped and pimped hard. Edris was not going to believe that Chicago didn't know anything about the entire situation.

"Okay, playboy. If you hear anything, give me a call," Edris said as he reached into his inside pocket.

Chicago Larry tensed up as Edris' hand slipped into his coat, and his eyes grew big as golf b.a.l.l.s. Edris slightly smirked and pulled out a business card. "Here is my card," Edris said as he dropped the card on the table and stood up. He shook Larry's sweaty hand and left the diner.

Edris knew that Chicago knew more than what he was telling him, but Edris was determined to find out what Chicago was hiding.

Just as Edris exited through the door, Chicago quickly reached into his jacket and pulled out the cell phone. He waited for a response as he nervously kept his eye on the door, hoping Edris would not return. Chicago grabbed a napkin off the table to wipe the sweat from his face as someone answered the other end.

"Dig this. Pack up all our s.h.i.t. We are leaving a little bit earlier than we planned. b.i.t.c.h, I will be there in ten minutes. You betta be ready in five," Chicago said just before he hung up the phone and took a deep breath. He thought that he would have more time before he had to flee town. The hooker who stole the money from Boomer was his bottom girl, and he was the one who told her to rob her client. He didn't know it was Macy's son until everything came out in the news. His popularity in pimping actually worked against him in this case, and Edris knew exactly who to look for when something went down on the strip.

Chicago waited a good five minutes and then headed out the door. He was about to head home, get the money, and get out of Dodge. He knew what Macy was capable of and didn't want any part of his wrath.

Macy felt his leg numbing up and his stomach began to have shooting pains. He looked over at Jordan, who sat in the chair across the room watching television. Macy tried to maneuver himself in a more comfortable position as he grimaced and bit his bottom lip.

"Yo, let me use the bathroom. I got to p.i.s.s," Macy said as he grabbed his crotch. Jordan looked at the door and then back at Macy before he hesitantly responded.

"I'm not supposed to let you move from that spot," Jordan said, almost as if he were pleading with Macy.

"What am I supposed to do, p.i.s.s my pants? Come on. Let me just go take a leak. You can go with me," Macy said as he noticed that his words were convincing the nave thug.

"Okay, but we have to make it quick," Jordan said as he hesitantly grabbed the keys off of the television stand.

Just as he stood up, Harlo came storming through the door. "You ain't going anywhere, fam. Chill out trying that slick s.h.i.t. You can handle your business in this," Harlo said as he tossed Macy an empty soda bottle. Harlo had been listening from the other room and came to stop a potential bad situation.

Harlo grabbed Jordan by the arm and pulled him to the side. "What the f.u.c.k are you doing, man? You can't let this mu'f.u.c.ka out of your sight. Don't let the tie fool you. That n.i.g.g.a is a cold-blooded killer. You are being too soft right now," Harlo whispered harshly as he squeezed his partner's arm tightly.

"I just was going to let him use the bathroom, that's it. Why you bugging?" Jordan said, not fully understanding the mistake that he was about to make.

"Look, just don't let that n.i.g.g.a out of your sight. I can't leave you alone with this n.i.g.g.a for five minutes before you do some dumb s.h.i.t," Harlo said as he shook his head from side to side and unleashed Jordan's arm.

"All right. d.a.m.n," Jordan said as he sat back down in the chair and stared at the small television that sat on the stand. Harlo took a seat next to him and looked at his watch, wondering where Aries was.

Edris sat in the back of the parking lot and sank low in his seat. He had waited for Chicago Larry to exit so that he could follow him. Edris had a gut feeling that he would lead him to the money.

Edris had only been waiting in the parking lot for a few minutes, and just as he expected, Chicago came out looking nervous. Chicago didn't notice Edris' car parked in the back as he scanned the lot and then hurried to his Cadillac. Chicago started his car up, and so did Edris. Chicago smoothly slid out of the parking lot, unaware that he was being followed.

"What are you so d.a.m.n nervous for?" Edris whispered to himself as he stayed two car lengths behind Chicago and tailed him.

Ten minutes later Chicago was pulling into the driveway of a single-family home. Edris parked three houses down and watched as Chicago hurried out of the car and flew into the house. Not even two minutes later, he was rushing back outside with two duffle bags in his hand and a wh.o.r.e following close behind.

"I knew it!" Edris said as he put the pedal to the floor, blocking Chicago's car in the driveway. Edris pulled out his gun and hopped out of the car. It all happened so quickly, Chicago never saw it coming. Before he knew it, Edris had a gun in his face.

"What's in the bag, mu'f.u.c.ka?" Edris asked as he reached inside of the window and s.n.a.t.c.hed the bag that rested on Chicago's lap. The wh.o.r.e screamed at the top of her lungs as she held up her hands.

"Shut your b.i.t.c.h up before I send two through her," Edris warned as he grew irritated with her yelling.

"Shut up, b.i.t.c.h!" Chicago said as he quickly glanced over at the girl. The girl almost instantly closed her mouth.

Edris peeked in the bag while still having the gun pointed at Chicago. Just as he expected, it was full of money.

"What do we have here?" Edris asked with a sinister smile.

"Man, I hit the lotto the other day," Chicago lied as he let out a nervous chuckle. Edris almost instantly struck him in the head with his gun, making Chicago's forehead split and bleed.

"Don't f.u.c.king play with me. Now, where is the rest of it?" Edris said, knowing that it didn't look anywhere close to a million dollars.

"Okay, okay. I put half of it at one of my b.i.t.c.hes' houses," Chicago said.

He regretted staying in town and not splitting when he first got the money. His greed wouldn't let him miss the upcoming Friday and Sat.u.r.day. Those two days were his most lucrative, and he didn't want to miss out on old some good old-fashioned trick money. d.a.m.n, he thought to himself as he shook his head from side to side in resentment.

Edris hopped into the back seat. He then put his gun to Chicago's ribs. "Let's go," Edris said as he pushed the nose of his gun deeper into Chicago, making him feel the steel.

Chicago looked into his rearview mirror and put the car in reverse. He drove onto his lawn to move around Edris' car and made his way to the spot where the rest of the money was stashed.

Aries knocked at Case's door wanting to get things settled. She tapped her feet impatiently against the pavement and waited for the door to open. Moments later, Case answered the door with his shirt off and a blunt hanging from his mouth.

"We need to talk," Aries said as she brushed past him and went to the middle of the floor. She was obviously frustrated and she was ready to end the fiasco that Case had her involved in.

Case took a long drag of his blunt and opened his arms. "What? No h.e.l.lo?" he asked sarcastically.

"f.u.c.k you, Case," Aries said as she pulled off her oversized designer shades. "Listen, I don't know what type of sick game that you are playing, but it needs to stop. I got the n.i.g.g.a like you asked me to do. What else is it? I am not a m.u.t.h.af.u.c.kin' babysitter," Aries said, not liking the current situation.

"Just be calm. I need my money first and then you can off the n.i.g.g.a," Case said nonchalantly as he puffed his weed-filled cigar.

"I am not a kidnapper. I am a killer. You are going way out of bounds with this one, Case," Aries said as she placed her hands on her hips in frustration.

"First of all, you need to lower your f.u.c.kin' voice in my house," Case said as he put his cigar out in the ashtray and clenched his jaws so tightly that you could see his jawbone. Then he continued, "Secondly, I don't think you are in a position to be making any demands. You are going to do what the f.u.c.k I want you to do, remember that. How would your husband feel if he knew you ... the real you? You can drop your accent and wear heels with fancy clothes all you want, but I know how you really are. You are hood just like me," Case said as he stared intensely at Aries.

Aries hated to admit it, but Case was right. She had no other options but to play by Case's rules. He was in a position to hurt her family, and she didn't want to jeopardize their wellbeing.

Aries thought about pulling the gun she had in her purse and letting off two in Case's head. He was clearly unstrapped, and she would end it all with that one kill.