Get It Girls (31 page)

“But, it’s me Tony, Sweets.”

Tony frowned and yelled again, “I told you that I’m busy.” Tony thought that was the end of it, but Sweets persisted.

“I know, Tony, but it’s a matter of life and death what I got to tell you, man.”

Tony reluctantly zipped up his pants and walked toward the door in a huff and opened it. “Now what the fuck is so important? And it better be quick.”

Sweets quickly looked inside the room and saw that Vonda still had her pants on and thanked God silently. He turned his attention back to his boss. “Yeah, I got somebody you need to talk to before you touch her.”

Tony was suddenly confused and asked, “What are you talking about?”

Sweets edged closer and spoke in a whisper, “This girl came up to me after she saw you take her upstairs and told me that she knew her.”

“Knows her how?” Tony asked.

“She said that girl gave her the virus .”

Tony turned around and looked at Vonda. Not wanting to believe it he asked Sweets, “What girl told you this?”

Sweets stepped back and waved to Tiny, who approached the door. Tiny looked inside the room and angrily said, “Yeah, that’s that bitch!” and charged inside the room wielding a bat that she had hidden behind her.

Tony grabbed her before the small, wiry girl could get close to his guest. Sweets looked down the hall to ensure they didn’t attract anyone’s attention and stepped in the room and locked the door behind him.

Tiny struggled to be released and cursed, “Let me go, Tony, I’m gonna beat this bitch ass!”

Tony overpowered her and snatched the bat out of Tiny’s hand and tossed it on the floor. “Now, calm down and tell me what happened,” Tony said as he released her.

“This bitch is the one who gave me H.I.V. when she let me eat her pussy last year. And I been looking for this bitch ever since,” Tiny said convincingly.

He looked over at Sweets and asked, “Sweets, did you know this bitch was burning?”

Sweets expressed a surprised look and answered, “Hell, no, Tony, I’m scared to death now because I fucked her before.”

Tony waved him off and walked over to where Vonda still sat frozen on the bed. Tony looked down on her in disgust and spat on her. Just as he was about to turn around, Tony was hit with a vicious blow to the side of his face with the bat by Sweets. It knocked him out instantly.

Tiny and Sweets quickly began working on Vonda, trying to get her to snap out her drug-induced stupor by slapping her face.

“Yo, Tiny,” Sweets said in near hysteria, “we got to get her straight because she’s the one who supposed to take care of those explosives on the roof and open the door for them niggas to get in here.”

“She supposed to do what?” Tiny asked, in total surprise.

Sweets nodded as he wiped the sweat that was pouring from his forehead on his sleeve.

“Yeah, Chubby told me they taught her how to remove them without getting blown up and I was supposed to watch her back.”

Tiny shook her head and knew Vonda wasn’t in any condition to walk, much less disengage some explosives. Tiny thought quickly and said to Sweets, “Yo, go in the bathroom and run some cold water and find a bucket and fill it up and bring it back!”

Sweets had no choice but to follow her orders and ran to the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the tub and looked around for something to fill it in. Moments later, Sweets returned with a bucket full of water and Tiny laid Vonda back on the bed and ordered Sweets to empty the entire bucket on her face. Tiny moved out of his way and Sweets walked up to her and followed her instructions and poured it all on her face. In an instant, Vonda sat upright and began to gasp for air.

Fifteen minutes had passed and Tiny had Vonda on her feet walking around the room to clear her head. Sweets had taken the time to tear up the bed sheets to tie Tony’s arms and legs together and gag his mouth. When the cobwebs finally cleared, Vonda returned to her normal self.

“Tiny, I thought you were supposed to be in the hospital?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to, but I had to get out of there and . . .”

Sweets interrupted them said sternly, “Yo, we ain’t got time for a discussion. Tony gonna be coming out of it soon, and you still got to take care of that shit on the roof!”

It suddenly occurred to Vonda that too much time had elapsed and she still had a job to do. She panicked. “Oh, shit, we got to go!”

The three of them rushed toward the door and Sweets opened it slightly and peered out. It was clear and he waved the girls out and they headed up the seven flights of stairs as quickly as they could. When Vonda turned around, Tiny was winded and on her knees, gasping for a breath.

“Tiny? Vonda asked. “Are you ok?”

Tiny nodded and waved her hand forward and said, “Don’t . . . don’t worry about me. Take care of what you got to. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Vonda was reluctant to leave her, but Sweets’ reminded her of the time and she raced to the roof. The roof landing was dimly lit, and Sweets was already prepared and handed her a flashlight from his back pocket. Vonda closed her eyes to remember what Johnson had taught her and proceeded up the landing slowly as she scanned every inch of the area that might be booby trapped.

After five minutes, Vonda spotted five of them and whispered to Sweets, “Listen, I found them, now go back downstairs and get Tiny while I clear them out.”

Sweets nodded and quickly ran back down the stairs to get Tiny.

Vonda slowly and methodically began dismantling the explosives one by one by removing the blasting caps. It was just like Johnson had told her, and when she finished she pulled off her bandana and placed them inside it and laid it carefully off to the side. She began to breathe easier and rushed to the roof door to open it, but the latch would not budge—it was rusted shut.

Sweets ran up to Tiny, who was still on the stairs gasping for a breath. Sweets was in a near panic when he saw that she hadn’t moved an inch since he left her. “Tiny, what are you doing? Why you still on the ground? We got to get out of here!”

Tiny simply could not answer him and waved for him to come closer. He kneeled down beside her and she handed him an envelope and managed to say, “Give this to Vonda.”

He took the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket just before she began to convulse and tremble. Sweets could not believe what he was seeing. She shook violently. Unsure what to do, Sweets was aroused out of his daze when he heard several banging sounds coming from the roof and picked Tiny up and carried her back upstairs with him.

When Vonda saw Sweets carrying Tiny’s body in his arms she screamed, “Is she ok?”

Sweet s shook his head and laid her on the ground and into Vonda’s arms. Vonda tried to get to answer her, but there was no response.

Sweets looked downstairs and wiped the pouring sweat from his brow. “Why didn’t you open the door yet?”

Through tears, Vonda answered, “It’s rusted, and it won’t open.”

Sweets was livid as he examined the door and attempted to open it. But it would not budge for him either. He had come too far, he thought, to let a mere door come between him and his safety, so he backed up and with all the strength he could conjure, ran toward the door. With one thunderous kick, he broke the door open. As soon at the door was opened, the door was ripped opened wider and the four awaiting men rushed inside. Sweets nearly collapsed in tears from the sight of them and knew he would live to see his unborn child.

Chubby rushed over to his sister and asked, “Vonda, are you ok?”

Still in tears as she cradled Tiny in her arms, Vonda answered, “No, I think she is dying!”

Chubby quickly yelled for Sweets to come over. “Carry Tiny and take my sister across to the other roof, the door is open and get in a cab and take them to the hospital and don’t leave them till I get there. You hear me?”

Sweets was more than ready to comply with his orders and exited the roof landing as he carried Tiny in his arms with Vonda right behind him. Sweets suddenly turned back around and said, “Yo, Chubby, it’s a dude who tried to rape your sister. I got him tied up in apartment 23. She’ll tell you about it later, but I don’t need nobody walking around who is going to recognize me.”

Chubby nodded and waved him on. After Chubby knew his sister was out of harm’s way, the four heavily armed men nodded to each other and stealthily headed down the stairs to complete the final phase of their bloody mission. As they crept down the steps, Cleveland pointed to the door that was supposedly the money room. He put his back toward the wall and nodded to the three men to proceed with their mission. Doc took lead and became the point man, and crouched down lower as her proceeded down the steps that led to the lobby. From his vantage point, Doc saw a total of four armed men in plain sight, with high caliber handguns. He signaled to his men above with his fingers, directing their location as well.

Doc accessed the best time to strike was when the last addict was served. He would signal them to blind side them at their weakest moment. Cleveland’s job was to blast the door lock with his shotgun as soon as he heard the first shot fired, and the three remaining men were to kill anything that moved or offered any resistance.

Doc watched the last addict leave and counted down with his fingers. 3, 2, 1. . . The fury of hell was released as the three men blasted everything in sight. The hapless victims never saw it coming. Their bodies twisted and turned from a volley of automatic weapons that pierced through them. It was over in an instant, and the three men surveyed the wreckage, ensuring no one was a threat any longer. As quickly as they appeared, the three men ascended back up the stairs and accessed the money room where Cleveland was.

To their surprise, when they entered the room Cleveland was standing before them with a wicked and almost sadistic smile on his face. What the men saw next made their jaws drop to the floor. Four green duffle bags, filled to the hilt with money. All the men smiled and shouted in jubilation except Chubby, who only frowned and seemed uninterested.

He had other things on his mind and told the men, “I’ll meet you on the roof,” and proceeded down the hall in search of a room.

The men soon realized that it wasn’t the proper moment to celebrate and each grabbed a duffle bag and left the room and made their exit, but they refused to leave a man behind and followed Chubby to watch his back as he settled a score. Chubby eyed each apartment door with fury until he finally came across the door with the number 23 on it. He slowly opened the door and entered it as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He saw his victim was still on the floor, tied up, yet conscious.

Chubby circled the man as his 45 automatic dangled loosely from his hand. Chubby stopped suddenly and squatted beside him then removed the gag from out of his mouth. “So, you like to take the pussy, huh, mother fucker?”

Tony screamed as loud as he could for help, but his cries would go unanswered. Tony quickly began to make a plea for his life. “Go to apartment 15, that’s where all the money at. And, right next door, in apartment 17, that’s where we stash the drugs. You can have it all. I got the keys in my pocket.”

Chubby showed no interest. “Oh, this ain’t about no money, amigo, this is about revenge!”

Chubby pressed the cannon to Tony’s forehead and pulled the trigger. His head exploded on impact. Chubby stood up and stared at for a moment longer and smiled. Over his shoulder, Chubby heard Cleveland’s voice.

“Ok, Chubby, we got to go.”

Chubby acknowledged him with a nod and said, “Yeah, ok, but, we forgot something.”

Chubby reached inside the dead man’s pockets and retrieved the keys and proceeded to apartment 17, but this time the door had a pad lock on it. Chubby put the key in the lock and opened the door. He stared inside the room for a moment then turned toward his three cohorts in amazement. The three men sensed something wrong and slowly edged forward to look in the room.

To their surprise, they saw four young black and Spanish girls tied up and gagged. The girls squirmed and cried in fear at the sight of the heavily armed men, not knowing if they were friends or foes. Cleveland slowly approached them with his hands up in the air to prove he meant them no harm. He slowly untied them one by one and jumped into his arms for being their savior. While the men untied the women, he began to search the apartment for other survivors and saw none until he came across a room and opened it. Mounds and mounds of kilos of what appeared to be cocaine sat in open view on a table. He whistled and Chubby and Johnson quickly responded and stood in awe of the quantity and amount of expensive, yet deadly drug.

It proved impossible to take any of the drugs, but Chubby could not resist several kilos because it was in his nature. The men led the women to the roof and across to the next building and to their freedom. They piled the women inside their cars and duffel bags in their trunks and drove away far enough until they were satisfied that all would be clear and let the women out to their safety.

No words needed to be exchange as the women hugged each and every one of their saviors before walking away. Cleveland looked at them with sorrow, never truly knowing what they really endured and impulsively called for them to come back. Cleveland went to his trunk and pulled out one of the duffel bags and handed each girl stacks of money.

The girls could not believe their eyes and humbly thanked him again before going their separate ways and into the night. All the men knew it was the right thing to do. Feeling content, they walked to their cars without a word being said.

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When Chubby arrived at Harlem Hospital’s emergency room, he could already tell by looking at his sister, who was crying uncontrollably as several nurses and Sweets tried to console her. When Vonda spotted her brother, she collapsed in his arms and buried her face in his chest.

“Chubby, Tiny is dead.”

Chubby gripped his sister tighter.

After they received all the information from the hospital about obtaining Tiny’s body, they were ready to leave to put the trying day behind them. Chubby turned to Sweets, who had just came back from checking on his girlfriend who was already a patient in detoxification unit.