Killer Dolls, Part 1, page 22
part #1 of Killer Dolls Series
It was late in the afternoon. Emilio wanted to touch up the joists that strengthened the deck, which ran parallel to the house. The deck was looking magnificent. He was out of deck stain and needed Aoki to run to Home Depot again.
She was willing. She gathered her things, kissed Emilio, and before she left out the door, Emilio called out her name. She turned, thinking maybe he needed something else.
“I love you.”
She stood still and smiled. It was so refreshing hearing it, and even more refreshing saying it. “I love you too.”
She left with the biggest Kool-Aid smile across her face.
***
Two hours later, she returned home, only to find Emilio wasn’t around. She called out his name and went room to room looking for him, but he was gone. It felt like he’d vanished suddenly. His tools weren’t in the backyard, and he didn’t complete anything else.
“Emilio!” she called out.
No answer.
Aoki started to worry. Where did he go? What could have happened to him? She had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. She lingered in the kitchen and saw a note left for her on the kitchen table. How did she not see it before? She picked it up. It was from Emilio. She started to read it, and the more she read, the deeper her heart sank into the bowels of her stomach. Her tears trickled down her face and she couldn’t believe it:
Aoki, I can’t believe the woman I fell in love with has two dead bodies in her backyard. Curiosity had gotten the better of me and I’m appalled. That is some sick shit. Why? I don’t even think I want to know why. I left and I will not be coming back to see you anymore. Don’t call me or come by, ever, or else.
Or else?
Aoki called his cell phone. She was worried about many things. He could go to the cops. He wouldn’t come back to her. He now knew her dark secret. She was upset with herself too for being so careless.
Her call went straight to voice mail. She decided to leave him a message.
“Listen, ya had nuh reason to violate me business, dat didn’t concern ya, but I’m warning ya—shut ya mouth or me will go to the NYU and inform them of ya illegal business on de campus, ya understand? Me mek sure ya lose ya scholarship—Don’t fuck wid me.”
She ended the call, but immediately she started to feel guilty. He had been nothing but good to her. Things were going so good between them.
She wanted to call him back and apologize, but her pride wouldn’t allow it. It was his fault. Why did he have to look and be curious? He should have minded his business.
Ten minutes after she left that message, Emilio called back.
Aoki refused to answer.
He called again, and she didn’t answer. She sent all his calls to her voice mail.
Days ago, she’d had three men vying for her attention. Now she had none.
THIRTY-NINE
B Scientific walked through his front door and into a dark home. He felt his day couldn’t get any worse. The place was silent and still. He came to apologize with his gifts, but he felt she had finally left him, sick of his shit. Brandi had been there for him when he had nothing, when he was just getting his reputation and respect. B Scientific felt in the wrong for everything. He would always make it up to her, no matter how bad things got with them.
He called out, “Brandi!” but got no answer.
He walked into the bedroom to find her sulking on their bed, looking a hot mess, her eyes flooded with tears. She was crying in the dark. He felt she was angling for pity.
“What is wrong with you?”
Brandi slowly picked herself up from the bed, her eyes red from crying, her hair disheveled, looking like she was ready to commit suicide.
“You wanna know what is wrong wit’ me, then ask your bitch.”
B Scientific wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit. “You ain’t gotta worry about her anymore.”
“How can you stand there and defend her? How can you fuckin’ stand there and love that bitch when she took away something so precious from us?” she barked.
“What are you talking about, Brandi?”
“I was pregnant, and she killed our baby!” Brandi exclaimed.
“What?”
“I left you numerous voice messages after it happened, but you don’t call me back. You don’t come home. I just got out of the hospital. I had a miscarriage, B, and it’s all because of that bitch, Aoki.”
B Scientific was confused. “Hospital? After what happened?”
“Aoki and some bitches came to our home, to our front door, and they attacked me. They disrespected your home. They took away our baby!” she exclaimed.
He was wide-eyed with shock. Aoki wouldn’t do anything so foolish. How did she even know where he lived? He didn’t get any messages from Brandi, and she had never said she was pregnant. Was she trying to get him to react violently toward his mistress? B Scientific was ready to stomp a mudhole in her ass for lying to him. Screaming about a baby and miscarriage was nothing to play with.
Brandi tossed some papers at him, and they fell to the floor.
B Scientific picked them up, scanned over them quickly, and saw the name of the hospital. It clearly showed they were discharge papers. Then he noticed the hospital bracelet around her wrist.
“I didn’t know I was pregnant until that day, B Scientific. I didn’t know,” she cried out, dropping to her knees, her tears falling like raindrops.
B Scientific couldn’t hide his pain. He was flooded with emotions. Aoki had done enough—first the rosary and now the miscarriage.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuckin’ fix this,” he said, contempt in his voice.
He snatched open the closet door, went inside and got two large guns—Desert Eagle .50 cal.—and he stormed out of the house.
Brandi she smiled devilishly as she sat on the floor. “Fuck wit’ me, bitch, you die!”
***
AZ was on Stanley Avenue politicking with his peoples. He was posted against his Benz and drinking E&J, trying to drink his worries away. He wanted to try and forget about Aoki. She had hurt him a lot. He just wanted to focus on his business and continue to get money.
Heavy Pop was by his side. The two were enjoying the sunny summer afternoon with plans of going to the strip club later that night. They had money to burn and some time to waste.
“You good, my nigga?” Heavy Pop asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.” AZ took a sip of liquor and checked for messages on his phone. Nothing.
Local niggas were joking around, smoking a blunt and talking shit. Alvarez, one of their friends, was sharing his most recent sexual escapade with the group, going into details about some bitch he’d fucked the night before.
“Yo, that bitch pussy was so big,” he said, “I almost fell down the rabbit hole. You feel me? Yo, I’m fuckin’ this bitch from the back, and the bitch got some wet pussy, but—”
“Nigga, you just got a small dick,” one of his friends quipped, creating strong laughter among everyone.
AZ laughed. He took another swig as he observed the black Range Rover coming their way. It had to be B Scientific. They hadn’t seen each other around lately, both busy with their own worlds.
AZ locked eyes on the vehicle, coming their way slowly. He could see B Scientific seated in the passenger seat with the windows down. It looked like he was going to stop and maybe have a few words with AZ.
AZ managed to smile. If he wanted Aoki, then he could have the bitch. He was done with her.
As the Range Rover crawled closer their way, AZ was ready to greet him with respect and kindness. Then he noticed the harrowing look on B Scientific’s face and his right arm extended from the passenger window with a Desert Eagle attached to it.
AZ was caught completely off guard. What he heard was, “This is from Aoki.”
What B Scientific said was, “This is for Aoki,” and then he opened rapid fire on the unsuspecting group. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The gunfire sent everyone scattering in different directions.
AZ hit the ground swiftly and took cover behind his Benz. The .50 cal. put large holes in his side door and shattered his glass. He could feel the shots whizzing by him. “What the fuck!” he muttered, scared shitless.
Then just like that, the gunfire ended, and B Scientific was gone.
AZ caught a glimpse of the Range Rover turning the corner erratically, leaving hell behind. He picked himself up from the ground.
It seemed like everyone was okay, but then he got the shock of his life when he saw Heavy Pop on the ground bleeding badly, shot twice in the chest and side.
“Heavy!” AZ shouted, hurrying to his friend’s aid. He dropped down near his fallen friend and scooped him into his arms. “Yo, you gonna be all right, Heavy Pop. You gonna be okay. Just stay wit’ me. Someone call nine-one-one!” he screamed out.
Heavy Pop was eventually rushed to the hospital. It was unclear to everyone if he was going to live or die.
AZ couldn’t believe it. Did Aoki place a hit out on him? Did she get B Scientific to do her dirty work? Did she fuck him too? He was furious. He didn’t know what to believe. But he knew one thing for sure. It was on.
EPILOGUE
After Aoki had calmed herself down, she frantically tried to get in contact with Emilio, but he wasn’t taking any of her phone calls, nor was he anywhere to be found. She went looking for him at NYU, but she couldn’t find him. It was after midnight when she finally made it back to her place.
Her phone had been ringing nonstop all day; B Scientific, AZ, Connor, but no Emilio. She parked her ride and was on the phone with Rihanna. She was stricken with grief and sadness when she heard the news about Heavy Pop. He was in critical condition at Brookdale Hospital, and AZ and B Scientific were at war with each other.
“They sayin’ the target was AZ,” Rihanna said to her.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. But shit ’bout to heat up around here, Aoki, fo’ real.”
Aoki had already told B Scientific that she wasn’t leaving AZ for him, and no one knew about their recent differences. The hood still thought they were together as a couple. Why would B Scientific want AZ dead? She felt it had to be a drug beef.
Then she thought about something else, something that made her sick to her stomach. She was in a quandary. Aoki was sure AZ would hire her and her crew to kill B Scientific. Which was something she couldn’t do, no matter how much money he offered her.
She also couldn’t let B Scientific murder AZ. She wasn’t about to stand for that. Yes, she and AZ weren’t talking, and they’d had some harsh words between them, but he was still her friend. She wasn’t about to let anything happen to him.
While on the phone with Rihanna, Aoki had the urge to call AZ and hear from the horse’s mouth what was going on between him and B Scientific.
“Ri-Ri, me gonna call ya back. I’m gon’ call AZ.”
“Okay, do that and give me a call back.”
Aoki was dialing AZ’s number as she approached her home. When she got out of the car, something caught her attention—a shadow in the alleyway near her home.
A dark figure looming behind her exclaimed, “Yo, you like to play games, bitch?”
Aoki turned in the direction of the voice and found herself staring down the barrel of a pistol. Before she could react or speak, she heard intense gunfire.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Aoki dropped to the pavement. When she opened her eyes, she saw AZ gasping for air.
She cried out, “W-w-why?”
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