Chapter 39
Ren
I was only thirteen when I had my first sexual experience, and I was only fifteen when I found out I was HIV positive. My first piece of pussy did me in. She was a sexy older bitch with smooth dark skin, cold black hair, and matching cold black eyes. They called her Coco. She was a prostitute; she was also my homeboy’s mother. It only took Mama Clark three minutes to take me where I needed to go. I thought I was in love, but she was just a hoe. She loved any nigga with forty bucks in his pocket. Tuesday was my day. I’d give her two twenties, and she’d suck my dick until I begged her to stop. The bitch was a beast. She had what I called the three Fs: she was fine, she was fun, and she was freaky as a muthafucka. She was also sick and didn’t even know it. The night she found out, she killed herself and took her secret with her to the grave - and I never would’ve known if I didn’t start to get sick myself.
Two years after Coco’s death, I was admitted to Children’s Hospital with a nasty case of the flu - only it wasn’t really the flu. My mother didn’t believe the doctor when she gave us the news. She had no clue I was fucking; that’s not really something a boy shares with his mother. Moms slapped the dog shit out of me when I told her that I got the disease from a prostitute. Boss’ mother was the only woman I’d ever been with, but she was a filthy, trifling whore. She took my money, and in return she gave me a disease I couldn’t get rid of. Somebody had to pay for that, and since the bitch was already dead, I decided that her son - the nigga that called his self my friend - - would settle her debt...I was going to take away his whole entire life the same way his hoe ass mama took away mine.
Jazz was my first strike. I tried to fuck the bitch, but she was so stuck on Boss she couldn’t see straight. So I had to rape her. That could have been the end, but she didn’t get sick. I left town for a little while to regroup - but even though my mission was on pause, I didn’t forget about it. My need for revenge was what motivated me.
I took my meds every day. I ate right. I even started working out. I knew one day my time would come, and I wanted to be prepared for anything. I fell back and waited patiently for the perfect moment – and that’s when I found out about Meesha. My little cousin Derrick had known her for years, and he was my in. First, I paid a dope fiend named Yuk to dispose of her younger brother; that hurt her, so it also hurt Boss. For a while, I was satisfied with that. Then I drove down 21st Street one night and saw that nigga laughing it up with some bitch I’d never seen before; that nigga was telling jokes while I was struggling to survive – and his wife was about to pay out the ass for those jokes.
I paid my broke-ass cousin Derrick five Gs to get Meesha to Elite that night, then slip a Mickey into her drink. Once it started to take effect, his mission was to get her back to my truck. He came through. When I had her alone in my Excursion, I kissed her. I fondled her. Then, once my dick got hard enough, I raped her; the next day, she didn’t remember a thing. When she found out her status, she instantly suspected Boss; apparently, the bitch was faithful to that hoe-ass nigga. When I heard what happened, I damn near came all over myself. I couldn’t have planned that shit any better. Boss’ wife tried to shoot him, but they struggled - and he ended up shooting her instead. The shit was all over the news.
I let that nigga rot in jail for a while, but then I got bored. My auntie’s boyfriend, Leon, was as crooked as they came; all I had to do was show him the money. He even agreed to provide the jailhouse hit man. The entire thing took less than five minutes, and I got the call when Boss was pronounced dead. I played his life like a chess game; he thought he was controlling the board, but he wasn’t really in control of shit. Boss fell just like any other nigga made of flesh and blood – and so did his bitch.