Page 34 of Desperate Measures
“What? Why do you think that?”
“It was the way he moved. I felt it as soon as they were approaching. And his…his voice.” She trembled, which told me everything I needed to know. “It’s familiar, especially the way he said beautiful. I’ll never forget that comment, or his tone. It was menacing then, and to-today, when he spoke, it sent chills down my spine. It was him, Jah. And if it was him, that means-”
“It was Que all along, just how I suspected.” I stood, grabbing my keys from the table until Crimson intervened.
“Jah, no. Where are you going?”
“A nigga gotta answer for that shit. You know I’m not letting that slide.” I responded, moving past her. Crimson was on my heels, following me upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed andopened my drawer. I took the lock box out, retrieving my gun from it.
“A gun? Jah, stop.”
Her plea fell on deaf ears. I placed a kiss on her lips, then moved around her. “I’ll be back.”
I calledin a few favors to alter the cameras outside the strip club. Once they were manipulated, we parked beside Que’s car, waiting for him to show up. It would only be a matter of time before he came out. The only thing that would deter us is if he had one of the dancers with him. I hated asking God for favors to do some dirty shit, but I prayed hard this time. I needed that nigga to be solo; that was the only way this would go right.
“You know I don’t need you for this, Rashad. If shit goes left, we both can end up locked up. You just did a bid-”
“And I’ll do that shit again behind my cousin, man. Is she sure?”
“Even if her mind was playing tricks on her, her body said otherwise. It was them niggas. I trust her with my whole heart.”
“Then it is what it is. There that nigga go.” Rashad announced.
Que approached his car while me and Rashad hopped out of the car and rushed him, covering his mouth and dragging him into the nearby forest. I always thought this club was in a weird spot, especially with all these women around. Anybody could be lurking to snatch them up if they were caught lacking.
Rashad held him in a tight grip. I looked him in his eyes.
“If you tell the truth, I might let you live. Did you hit Crimson’s bank?”
“Man, we back to that?”
“You’s a sloppy nigga. And that bitch ass nigga you had with you earlier gave y’all away. You want it slow or quick?”
“Come on, man, please, please!”
“Is this nigga pissing on his self?” Rashad asked. We both looked down Que’s leg and saw a stream of yellow liquid dripping down his legs and yellowing up his white shorts. “Bro, do this shit. If he gets piss on my Mikes, I’mma beat his ass.”
I retrieved the plastic bag from the front pocket of my hoodie. It held a hefty amount of chili powder, cayenne pepper, and ashes. Que’s eyes went wide when he saw the bag. He went into full-blown bitch mode.
“Jahsir, please! PLEASE MAN! I got kids.”
“Nigga fuck yo kids. You better hope I don’t murk they ass, too.” And with that, I placed the bag over his head and taped it tightly. I knew the shit was brutal. I was sure his throat was burning and his eyes were stinging. Rashad held him firmly while his body convulsed and he gasped for air. All we heard were muffled screams as Que’s body thrashed back and forth while he sucked in his own heat. Soon after…
He stopped thrashing…
stopped fighting…
stopped breathing.
We let his body drop, and it rolled down the hill. He’d be discovered in the next few days, but we weren’t worried. We wore shoes larger than our normal size and shoe covers. We even cut the bag off his face, and took a few pieces of jewelry and his wallet. It will look like a robbery gone wrong. It was quick, clean, and over.
Untraceable
Back in the car, we rode in silence until Rashad broke it.
“Aye, bro, you’d really kill that nigga kids?”
I burst out in laughter. “Man, hell naw, I just wanted those words to haunt his ass. I hope the thought plays in his snake ass mind over and over while he burning in hell. And shit, even then, he still may not give a fuck.
