Sheisty by T.N. Baker Page B

what that crazy muthafucka would do.
    C-GOD
    "Yo what up Mike?"
    "Yo, C that shit was a piece of fucking cake last night, we got them niggas shook son... took all their shit, yo. Where you at, man? 'Cause I know you don't want the details over the phone," Mike said, thinking like a Lieutenant was supposed to.
    "Naw you right, I'm out here in front this bitch E crib. Yo I ain't heard from her in a minute. Shorty done changed numbers on me and all that, son. I don't know what's up with her, I'm
    'bout to file a missing persons report out on her ass or something," C-God said, sounding a lil' stressed.
    "Yo, fuck that high price hoe man, it's something about her I ain't feeling anyway," Mike said, girl hating as usual.
    "Nah yo, watch your mouth dawg, chill with that... she a'ight. Anyway, yo, meet me on the block in twenty," C said, getting a lil' sensitive over Mike's comment about Epiphany. He got off the phone happy to hear that niggas made out alright running up in one of Tucker's spots. He already had it in his mind that Tucker was soft from their last run in. That nigga's about to be put out of business , he thought to himself as he drove off to go get the details.

KEISHA
    My wedding was a week away and there has been nothing but chaos in my household. Tucker and I haven't said too much to one another. It's been a week and he still wants to be mad. On top of that one of his spots got robbed for over 90g's and a couple of keys, I don't think any one was hurt, but I heard the words
    'murder that nigga.' At first I wasn't sure who he and Malikai were talking about when I overheard them talking in the basement. I put two and two together and came up with C-god when I heard Tucker say, "We fucked up by letting that nigga slide when he was mouthing off with that bullshit 'bout putting me out of business before, he was testing me. We should've took care of that nigga then 'cause now he's a problem that has to be handled."
    With all that said he and Mali bounced out of town early this morning, for what or how long I don't know. All I do know is some serious shit is about to go down and I don't know what that could mean for our future. It seems like the closer he gets to the exit in this game the further the exit becomes.
    Now, here's some more shit... more drama in our lives. I mean I wanted my shit to blow over peacefully, no more arguing between us, but now he's caught up in some danger that has his focus and it don't look good. The shit that's going on with him now, sure took away from my shit. We haven't talked about it, let alone had sex, and now that the hickey's gone, where is my man? Out of town a week before our wedding. I guess next time I should be careful with what I ask for because the man upstairs damn sure took Tucker's focus off me. Only God knows what kind of drama he replaced it with.
    Leaving the house, I noticed a package wrapped in gold paper in front of my outside door. It didn't have a return address on it and the mailman had left already. Someone must have hand delivered it.
    Attached was a card with no name that read, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Best wishes." I wasn't sure if I should open it, especially with all that's going on, and it might be a bomb or something. I examined it closely, first I listened to see if it was ticking, I shook it, and threw it in the street but nothing happened. Not too many people knew were we lived so it had to be a wedding gift from one of the neighbors, they're very hospitable around here. I took the package inside and opened it. It wasn't a bomb of course; it was a videotape with no writing on it. I popped it in the player but nothing happened. I hope it still works because we haven't used the VCR since DVDs came out.
    I looked in the back of the big screen and discovered the wires weren't hooked up.
    Damn look at the time, I'm running late I'm supposed to be at the airport to pick up my sisters at 11a.m. and it's already ten minutes to. I can't fool with this