Page 5 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
I knew in my soul that Tyriq had killed my mama. I didn’t need evidence, but the two broken glasses on the floor by thebroken coffee table said he was there. If that wasn’t enough, the bloody pregnancy test that was found under the couch solidified it for me.
That was Tyriq’s motive. My mama had me at sixteen. She was still young enough to have another kid.
The only problem was that Tyriq was married with kids. I guessed an outside baby was no good for him. Tyriq could’ve simply abandoned the baby like my pops did me. He didn’t have to take her away from me. Since Tyriq made the big decision to take my mama from me, I would take everything away from him and Big Tex.
I sat in the dining room chair at Big Tex’s house. Big Tex, his wife, Tyriq, and his wife were all hog-tied in the dining room on the floor. I had no idea where their teenaged kids were, and I didn’t care. Once I caught my breath, I stood and walked over to them. Each couple was face-to-face with their spouse.
“Y’all can thank Tyriq’s bitch ass for why y’all here. I never had any intentions of ever being this monstrous, but the nigga killed my mama. The only person to ever love or give a fuck about me is now gone.
“She was ripped away from me like a fuckin’ headline in the news. You didn’t have to kill her, my nigga. I know she was pregnant. You could’ve easily abandoned her. Mama was a real one. So ain’t no way she would’ve stalked yo’ ass to do anything when we worked together financially for our household. However, you about to learn how this pain feels.”
Tears rolled down his face as I stood over Big Tex. I pumped two slugs into the back of his head.
Next, I stood over Big Tex’s wife and pumped two bullets in her head. Tyriq’s cries could be heard over the duct tape covering his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot red. Blood trickled down from his temple from where I had hit him earlier.
That nigga was furious and fucked up, but I gave no fucks. He took my love away from me. I’d never get her back. Since I could no longer be happy, neither could this nigga. I looked Tyriq dead in his eyes as I shot his wife in the head three times. His body flinched from every shot fired. This was a game he shouldn’t have started, but I had every intention of finishing it.
I stepped away from Tyriq’s deceased wife and walked back over to the dining room table. I set down my gun because I had something else in mind for him. He wanted smoke, so I brought the fire. I picked up my machete, then I strolled back over to him.
Tyriq’s eyes widened. I smirked at the fear in them. Yeah, he knew what time it was.
I struck him repeatedly across his back and arms. Tyriq’s blood splattered against my face and clothes, but I’d completely checked out. That muthafucka wanted to slice up an innocent and kind woman, so he’d die the same way. For the finishing move, I snatched his head back and slowly sliced his neck.
“Rest in shit, bitch ass nigga.”
Once I was done, I took off my bloody clothes, wiped myself down, and I slipped into my change of clothes. When I was done, I doused the dining room, living room, and kitchen with gasoline.
I collected my things then lit Big Tex’s big ass house on fire. As I walked out into the night air, I stepped over the dead bodies of Big Tex’s guards. With our silencers, it was nothing for Tread to blow them down easily so I could slip inside.
I slid into Tread’s car.
He looked at me. “You straight, Cache?”
“I’m good. Here’s the tablet and all Big Tex’s codes. I made him hand over everything before the party commenced. This is now yo’ shit. You said you wanted an empire. Well, now yougot one. Oh, my street name is now Peel. No more Cache,” I revealed.
Tread chuckled. “My nigga for life. I got you, Peel. Let’s roll out and build our empire our way.”
I nodded in agreement.
Tread pulled away and drove down Big Tex’s driveway. He rolled over the dead guards, but that shit didn’t faze me. I’d checked out on life emotionally.
The streets wanted a beast, so now they got one. I watched the big fire from the side view mirror without an ounce of remorse. My mama was dead and gone now, but so was the nigga that took her away from me.
May2025
I was running late this morning. I’d gotten in late from my overnight shift at the Ramsey’s house. Their little one was only a few months old, and they hired me as their night nurse.
I loved my job. Taking care of newborns was my bread and butter. I’d always been passionate about newborns and helping mothers during that vulnerable time. It was important that mothers had a space to help them mentally, emotionally, and physically once the baby was here.
In a way, I guess I was so passionate because I had a wonderful mama. She was loving, kind, attentive, and so nurturing. Mama was the best to ever do it.
If I ever had kids, I hoped to at least be half the mama she was. After her passing, Uncle Elijah and his wife, Aunt Vivian, came down from Illinois and rented a condo so Tevyn and I could finish our senior year. I appreciated them so much for coming to our rescue. Uncle Elijah and Mama were siblings. He was the oldest, and they were super close.
It pained me to see him so hurt as well. Even though Mama had passed, I still ended my high school volleyball career with the record I wanted. My jersey was even retired. It was because of Mama’s passing.
Plus, it was the school’s way of thanking me for all my hard work. I cried during the ceremony because of Mama and the beautiful tribute. Mama was my best friend. That hurt would never go away. The hole in my heart may never be filled.
I could’ve transferred and went straight to Holly Springs, Illinois, but I knew mama would want me to finish where I started. After our graduation, Tevyn and I packed up, and our uncle and aunt brought us to Illinois with them. Life was different in the Midwest.
