Page 30 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
Creed unzipped it and took a peek inside. “Some of it is missing, but most of it is there.”
“Now, what should I do with a thief like you?” Jake scooted backward across the floor as if that was gon’ save him. He stole from me, and I had to handle him accordingly or else everyone else was gon’ think they could do shit and get away with it.
“Please,” Jake begged, even though he knew that pleading was being left on deaf ears. Creed zipped the bag back up and removed it from the bed. He took it outside and placed it into the truck.
“Let’s go,” I told him and snatched him up from the floor by the shirt. I shoved him out the door toward Creed. He opened the back passenger door on my truck and pushed him toward it.
“Get the fuck in,” Creed told him. I rounded the truck to the driver’s side and climbed inside. Jake and Creed got into the back seat. Creed trained his gun on Jake so he wouldn’t try anything stupid. He knew that he was moments away from meeting his maker, so there was nothing that he wouldn’t try to save himself.
“What you got Khali for her birthday?” Creed questioned me as I pulled out of the parking space and turned onto the road.
“She’s been asking for a puppy, so I got her one. I also got her a few other things too. Clothes, toys… the normal.” Khali already had everything her lil heart could want.
“Shit, I couldn’t think of what to get her lil ass. I just grabbed her a card and put some money in it.”
“Shopping for her lil ass ain’t easy.”
I turned onto the dirt road and drove a few more miles before stopping in the middle of nowhere. It may have been nowhere for others, but it’s where I had my bodies buried—figuratively and physically. Jumping down out the truck, I rounded it to the back and grabbed the shovel from back there.
Being from the country helped with finding places to do illegal activities. I knew the ins and outs—every place that people didn’t go to often. For years, I’ve been dropping bodies in this area and didn’t have to worry ’bout ’em coming back to haunt me. The spot was a few miles away from my home. Somewhere that I knew I didn’t have to worry ’bout Khali stumbling upon.
Creed opened the door and pushed Jake straight onto the ground. “Getcha sorry ass up,” I told him. He glared up at me and pulled himself up. “Walk,” I instructed him. We walked for a good ten minutes before I said, “Stop.”
He turned and faced me and replied, “Gone and do it.”
“I am soon as you dig this fucking hole. Get to digging.” I shoved the shovel in his direction, but he didn’t take it. “Youthink I’m playing with yo’ ass?” A nigga was pressed for time and didn’t have all day to be playing ’round with him.
“I’m not digging my own fucking grave. You might as well gon’ kill me now.” He folded his arms over his chest, trying to stand firm on what he said. Creed pressed the barrel of his gun against his temple.
“Dig that fucking hole, fuck nigga. If you don’t, shit gon’ be far worse than you think.”
Jake snatched the shovel away from me and started on that hole. “Make sure that shit six feet,” I told him.
This nigga took so fucking long to dig that hole. I thought I was gon’ have to get down there and help him out.
Jake climbed out of the hole and tossed the shovel at my feet. My hand lifted, and I pointed the gun at the center of his forehead. Before I could pull the trigger, my phone rang. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled it out and saw that it was Dallas calling. Swiping the screen, I placed the phone to my ear and said, “Yeah?”
“Where are you? You were supposed to been back here hours ago.” Removing the phone from my ear, I looked at the time. It’s going on three. Luckily for me, I’m not too far from the house.
“Taking out the trash.”
“Did you remember to get her cake?”
“Yeah. I got it.”
“Hurry up. Don’t take too much longer. Everyone has started to arrive.”
“I’m on the way,” I told her and slipped the phone from my ear. Pressing the red button, I placed it back into my pocket and pulled the trigger.
Jake’s body dropped to the ground. I was expecting his ass to fall into his grave. Lifting my foot, I kicked his ass over into it, and Creed filled the hole.
After he was done, we both went back to the truck. He tossed the shovel onto the bed of the truck and climbed into the passenger seat. I backed out the woods and headed for the house. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw the kids running around the yard, and Pops had the meat going on the grill. It may be close to fall, but he’d find any excuse to turn the grill on. That’s one of his favorite pastimes. That man would go out there and grill while Ma cooked the sides. Both of ’em together, they were unstoppable.
Dallas had me order a bounce house. I ain’t think the kids would even want to waste their time and get on that shit, but I ordered it anyway. A few of ’em bounced on it while I unloaded the cake from the truck. The others were too busy standing over there with Khali and Beauty. I’m guessing she was letting ’em take turns with riding her.
I carried the cake over to the table where Dallas had decorated for Khali. She’d gone all out with the cowgirl team for her. Everything was dope. The colors were pink and cow print. I wasn’t the best at planning shit like this, that’s why I allowed Dallas to do it and run wild with it. I didn’t care how much it cost. She got everything she wanted, and I just handed her the cash.
“I thought you weren’t gon’ get here in time,” Dallas said as I set the cake on the table. I looked over and saw Creed handing Khali her birthday card.
