Tag: Dope Boy Chronicles

HOME 4:17 a.m.

Sway had already sent me a text, letting me know that they were working after hours with a few of Holly’s VIP customers.

Being that it was Demi who’d gotten Sway on at the club and also hated Holly, I sort of knew that at some point, there was going to be trouble.

In the dead quiet, I could hear the giggling whispers from down the hall. Sway entered first. “Hey, Daddy. How are you?”

“I’m okay.”

The two laid their bags on the bed. “Hey, Andre…” Cami looked to Sway. “Is that what I call him? Do I say Daddy, too?”

I laughed. “Call me Andre, Cami.”

“Oh, okay.” She grinned as she took off to the bathroom.

Sway sat next to me. She lowered her voice. “How are you making out?”

“I’m not even sure.”

“Do you want to go outside?”

“Yeah.”

We took the stoop by the side exit. Sway stood, resting on the railing. She smiled warmly. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know… You didn’t tell Cami anything, did you?”

“No! Never. I’m taking that to the grave.”

I lowered my head. “I don’t know.”

“Is it weighing on you?”

“It is and it isn’t. I know he deserved it, no doubt. But was it my…? Was it supposed to be me to deliver his fate?

“Like… I didn’t even think the shit through. I put you and Cami at risk. I could have fucked us all up, you know?

“I went straight with my emotions… I didn’t even give you the opportunity to… You may have wanted that revenge… I robbed you of that.

“I didn’t… I don’t know, Sway… And trust me, I have no remorse. I’d do it again a million times over.

“I think that, because I love you so much, even the thought of someone doing something to you…”

“I understand what you’re saying, baby. Let me say this, okay? You didn’t take anything from me. I’m not sure if I could have done it.

“I know I can kill a motherfucker if I have to. But that whole scene has me fucked up in my head.

“Like, no matter what was done to me, I’m hesitant… But on the other hand, it felt good to beat the shit out of Mandy.”

I smiled. “You looked like you enjoyed it too.”

“I did. The more of her ass I kicked, the more the weight on me was lifted. I felt lighter after every punch.

“And then when you told me about Gerald, it’s like I could fly. That demon was gone. It’s gone forever.” She paused, looking outward. She then turned to me. “Andre… I thought I’d be Rosebud’s whore until the day I died or when he decided he was done with me and killed me himself. I couldn’t see anything beyond that.”

“Come here.” I patted the spot next to me. Sway hurried. I turned to her, looking her deep into her eyes. “Sway… I love you more than life itself. I would do anything for you. Do you understand that?”

“I do.” I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed. We parted. “Did you feel that, Andre?”

“Like our spirits just melded into each other’s?”

“We just became one; a whole. That means that no one can ever come between us.”

We were startled by the opening door. “I was wondering where you two went. How about somebody leave me a note or something? I can read, you know? Why do you guys keep leaving me?”

Sway grinned. “We just had to come out and talk, that’s all. We’re not leaving you, Cami.”

“I’ve been worried. I don’t know what’s going on. You can tell me. I’m down for whatever.”

“I know that, and he knows that. Everything’s good.”

Cami smiled. “Okay… You’re sure?”

“We’re sure.”

“Good. Now I’d like to show Andre how much money I brought in tonight.”

“Oh, shit…” Sway stood, tugging at my elbow. “Baby, come on. You won’t believe it. Plus, we have to tell you all about your friend.”

“Demi?”

“Yes!”

As we walked to the elevator, Sway and Cami broke it all down. “Baby, you remember the last of the forty bags we had for Demi?”

“Yeah, you said you’d keep them with you for her.”

“Well, she didn’t like the idea of that.”

“She didn’t want to buy from you?”

“No, she was pissed, talking about she was the one who made you, and without her, you wouldn’t be shit, and how now she had to buy from your new whore.”

“She said that about me? To your face?”

We exited, heading to the room. “In front of everybody! All the girls heard it. She was acting like you were her man.”

“Come on… Get the fuck!”

“I’m serious. She was making such a scene that the manager had to come over and break it up.”

“What?!”

Cami cut in. “Then she tried to rat on Sway, saying that she was selling coke in the club and to check her locker.”

I paused in my tracks. “Demi? This can’t be true.”

Cami continued. “Yes, it is. The manager then told her that…” She looked to Sway for confirmation. “That as much drugs as she does, she was lucky that he hadn’t fired her ass a long time ago.”

“The fuck…”

“That’s when Demi started crying. She ran off the floor, talking about how she was going to set shit off.

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“You stole her fucking humanity! That girl was a virgin. You knew it, and you took that away from her!”

“Yeah, I did it… I’m sorry. What can I do? She was in a hotel… What the? I’m bleeding.”

“How many other young girls have you raped, motherfucker?!”

Gerald struggled, drifting out. “What’s going on?” He paused. “I don’t… I’m thinking… I’m trying to remember…”

“You filthy piece of shit!”

I stood upright, kicking him hard to the head. He went out cold.

By the legs, I dragged him onto the road, aligning him directly under the front of the semi.

I got behind the wheel and placed the shifter into gear.

As I released the clutch, the truck rose slightly on the passenger side. Gerald awakened, crying out in agony. I mashed the pedal to the floor, revving the engine, drowning his screams and pleas for mercy.

There was a sudden drop. Gerald went silent.

I searched, finding his toolbox behind the rear seat.

I sat it in a dry spot, away from the splattered blood and brain matter, that’d begun to run down the edge of the curb towards the sewer drain.

After opening the latches, I removed the cordless work light, a few of the big wrenches, and tossed them next to him before I took off running.

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I saw the Corvette parked. Sway was sitting. I tapped on the window, startling her. She popped open the door. “Andre!”

“Shh. Don’t wake anyone. Did you bring my phone? You have it with you?”

“Yeah, it’s right here. I did everything you said, exactly. Why was that so important?”

“It proves I’ve been with you the entire time. Come on. Let’s walk.”

“What happened, baby? Tell me… What did you do?”

“I took care of that rapist…” Nausea quickly came over me. “Hold on…” I rushed to a tree, gripping the trunk as I emptied my stomach onto the grass below.

“Are you okay? Baby?”

“I’m good. Just my nerves, that’s all.”

Sway hurried into her bag, removing a handful of wet napkins. She tended to me, wiping my mouth and my face. “Baby, it’s going to be okay; whatever it is.”

We’d made it to the steps of the gazebo and took a seat on one of the benches. Sway wrapped her arms around me, comforting me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’ll tell you only if it will help you. Like, if it will make you feel whole again.”

“Revenge?”

“Yes… I don’t want to put this on you if… If it’s not going to help, I don’t want you to know.”

“I want to know, Andre. I want to know every fucking detail.

“I want to know if he suffered and how he suffered.

“I want to know if he felt pain and how much pain he felt

“I want to imagine him crying and begging for his life like a bitch!

“If you had beaten him half to death, Andre, it wouldn’t bother me. I won’t lose any sleep because I want to look him in the eyes and I want him to know that it was because of me that he got fucked up.”

“You won’t be able to do that, Sway.”

“Andre…?”

I stared, watching the ducks breaking the moon’s beam as they coasted across the still water. I slowly turned to her. “What?”

“Is he…dead?”

I handed her his wallet. “He’s dead, Sway. He’ll never, ever harm you or anyone else again.”

She opened it, looking at his license photo. Sway hugged me tightly. “Thank you…” She began to weep. “You did this for me. I love you so much, Andre.”

“I love you, too.”

Sway stiffened. She drew back. “Wait! How did you get away? Did anyone see you?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“How did you get here?”

“I ran…all the way. I used the back roads. I stayed in the shadows and the dark.”

“That’s like…five miles?”

“I know.”

“We have to get you home… You must be tired, baby!” She took my hand. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

“You have to go to work. Cami’s waiting for you.”

“We can go tomorrow.”

“Go tonight like you planned. I want to… I need to relax for a while.

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”HOME – 11:53 p.m.

Sway had made me a plate and took a Lyft with Cami to Big John’s.

After eating, I took a long, hot shower.

I’d removed a Heineken and sat in front of the TV. I scrolled through the channels, and on the news, they were again talking about this virus in China.

As I sat, my mind began to wander.

I ran the past couple of hours of my life through my head. I realized how lucky I was. I’d committed a murder, solely on emotion.

It wasn’t planned, plotted, or thought out. I’d just gone for it.

Even if some bright detective had figured out it wasn’t an accident, that Gerald wasn’t run over by his own truck while working on it, there was no way it could lead back to me.

At least I’d used some logic.

But what about my conscience? Will it haunt me?

He was a terrible person and deserved what he got, but was it my call?

What gave me the right? He’d done nothing to me. Would karma pay me a visit? And if so, would I owe a debt or be due a reward?

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HIGHWAY 35 – 11:40 p.m.

Cami, Sway, and I had left the movies and were on our way back to the hotel.

We’d exited 35 at Northwest Highway and were jammed because of road construction, along with an auto accident.

Cami was talking to Sway when I caught a sharp nudge to my ribs. Sway pointed. “That’s him, Andre.” Cami paused, listening. “That’s the truck.”

“Gerald?” I could easily see Smith’s trucking in white letters, just as Sway had described.

“Yes, that’s him.”

I watched as the truck slowed and turned onto Stemmons Trail. “I know where he’s going.” I released my seat belt.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“Here, take my phone and keep it with you. Bring Cami home and stay there with her for thirty minutes.”

“What are you…?”

“Be quiet and listen to me. Do as I say.”

I opened the door. The Lyft driver peeked from the rearview mirror. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, slight change of plans. I just got a text. I have to go and meet my business partners…over there at the Elegante.”

“I can bring you, sir. No problem.”

“It’s okay. By the time you get away from the light. I’ll already be in the conference room.” I looked to Sway. “Leave Cami home and meet me at our special place. Wait for me there.”

“What if you need me…?”

“Just wait, like I said. I’ll be there.” I closed the door and took off.

I’d kept my head lowered, avoiding eye contact and building cameras.

As I approached the turn, I saw the truck parked, idling. Being that this was a rest spot, I knew I had to move quickly.

I walked to his side, looking up. He partly rolled down his window. “Hey, fella. I don’t mean to disturb you…”

He eyed me with caution. “What’s that?”

“I said that I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“What can I do for you?”

I looked both ways. “I’m staying right here at the hotel. The Oyo.”

“Okay?”

“Well, I got a couple girls… That’s if you feel like a little company.”

“What kind of girls? I can find bitches out here for ten dollars.”

“Not like these. Young. A blonde and a brunette.”

“How young?”

“One’s nineteen…”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, and the other one is seventeen.”

“Woo hoo, how much you talking?!”

“I have to get more for that seventeen-year-old because she’s stubborn, you know? For my trouble. I’m trying to break the bitch in tonight… I’m talking too loud. I’m coming around.”

He watched as I crossed the front of his truck. I heard the lock open. With the tail of my shirt, I pulled at the door handle.

I leaned in, eyeing the cabin. “You’re not undercover, are you?”

“Driving a truck, buddy?”

I laughed. “Yeah, they don’t drive trucks. What am I thinking? Most of those dumb fucks wouldn’t even know how.”

“You pimping?”

“That’s what I was born to do. None of them can pull the young bitches like I can. That’s my specialty. I get ’em out of high school, even grade school, when I can. They love me and will do everything I tell ’em.”

“I like them young.”

“I bet you do. What real man don’t like that young, fresh pussy? Especially when they fight back. You got to take it from ’em. They like that.”

He flashed those rotted teeth. “I have to get your number.” He reached for his phone. “What do they call you?”

“Grim Reaper.”

“Grim Reaper?” He laughed. “I see why they listen… With a name like that…?”

The first four shots were to the jaw and temple. He was barely conscious as I dragged him out to the ground below. “You motherfucking pervert.”

“What the…? What’s going on, man? The money’s in my wallet.” He held it out. “Here.”

I took it from him, opening the fold. “What you got in here?” I sifted. “Two…three hundred?”

“Shit, you could have just demanded my money. You didn’t have to punch me out like that.”

“You think this is a robbery?”

“You’re taking my wallet. Looks like a robbery to me.”

“No…” I stood, towering over him. “I’m going to tell you a story.”

“A fucking story? I don’t want to hear no fucking story. You got what you wanted. Now get out of here before I get up and kick your ass, you black motherfucker.”

“The story is about a young virgin that you met at the Delux Inn. Her name was Sway.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Fuck me?”

“Yeah, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

I began kicking him repeatedly to the gut and to the ribs. I stomped and mashed his head and face into the tall grass.

“Okay, okay. Please don’t kill me, mister. I know who you’re talking about. I don’t know what she is to you or what, but she has a pimp. That ugly bitch Mandy turned me on to her.”

“So it’s Mandy’s fault you raped a young girl? A virgin?”

“I didn’t drag the bitch there. If not me, it would have been the next guy.”

I grabbed his beard with my left hand, lining him up, and punched him flush to the face with my right, shattering his nose into pieces.

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HOME – 8:17 p.m.

“How does it open, baby?”

“I’ve never used it before. Let’s see…” I slid away the coffee table, nesting it between the recliner and the window. I then removed the two large seating cushions and set them on top.

Sway assisted as I unfolded and extended the frame. “Andre… That’s much bigger than I thought it was going to be. It’s already got sheets on it. I bet it’s comfortable.”

Cami pushed the mattress with her palm. “It’s soft too.”

Sway sat at the foot. “There are some pillows and blankets in the closet… Are you sure you’ll be okay on here?”

“It’s a come-up for me.”

“Where were you before?”

“The Anchor.”

“Oh, that’s some fuck shit right there. Is that where he had you?”

“Rats. Not mice, but rats. Roaches everywhere. Fighting in the parking lot every day. A week ago, a man got shot at. Sway, I was on the floor! Bullets flying, going through windows…”

“Well, you won’t have to deal with any of that around here. Other than the Orange Line riding through, it’s quiet.”

I cut in. “I’m… I’m going to go out and do something… Take me a ride.”

Sway turned to me. “Baby, you don’t have to go.”

“I know, but you two need to settle in… Figure out everything.”

Sway came to me, placing her arms around my neck. Cami sharply observed our interaction. “Are you sure, daddy?”

“Yeah, I might go see a movie or something.”

“At the Angelika?”

“Probably… You and Cami can go with me if you like. I don’t mind.”

Sway turned to Cami. “My man likes his movies…old school. You want to go?”

“Hell yeah… I would love to go! Can I clean up first?”

“Yeah, girl. Come on. I got an outfit I haven’t even worn yet. They still have the tags on them. I’m going to give it to you, okay?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s yours.”

“Thank you… And thank you, Andre!”

Sway dug through the closet and the chest of drawers as Cami entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I watched as Sway carefully laid out a pair of denims and a top with a matching bra and panties set. “That’s cool as fuck, Sway.”

“What?”

“What you’re doing for Cami.”

“I guess it’s… It’s like I’m paying back.”

“Ah, you went from pimp to save-a-hoe in less than three hours.”

“I know, right?”

“I’ll meet you downstairs in the lobby, okay?”

“We won’t be long!”

I was in the break room, sipping some hot cocoa, when I heard the two exit the elevator. They walked to the entrance, searching. I tossed up my hand.

“What do you think, baby? Doesn’t she look pretty?”

“I’m not even going to lie. Real shit… I don’t even recognize you, Cami. Wow.”

“Is that a good thing…?”

“Yes! You’re a very beautiful girl.”

Sway cut in. “I styled her hair over the side a bit to hide… You know… The make-up is covering  too.”

I leaned towards her, sharpening my eyes. “You really can’t tell unless you get up close.”

“She’s ready to work tonight.”

“Okay…”

“We already called the club. My manager wanted her to start as soon as she could. He says it’s going to be busy all the way through the weekend.”

“That sounds good.”

“Now I have somebody to pair with.” She looked to Cami. “We’re going to make a lot of money!”

Through the front doors, I noticed a dark SUV pulling in. “Is that our driver?”

Sway checked the app. “Yes! Come on.” She tugged my hand.

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