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  Dope Girl 3

  Sa'id Salaam

  © Dope Girl 3

  Copyright © 2014 by Sa'id Salaam

  Salaam Publications

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  Prologue

  He was inmate 10006475 when he was processed out of the Woodlawn Correctional Facility in Middle Georgia. This had been his home for the last four years due to a drug charge that wasn’t his. He wasn’t bitter about the bid since prison was a part of the lifestyle he’d chosen. It was the circumstances that ate at him at least once a day for the fourteen hundred and sixty days he’d been gone. Anyway, it was better to go at 17 than 27, so it was good he’d gone ahead and gotten it out of the way. No one wanted to spend their good adult years cooped up in a human chicken coop.

  “See ya when you get back,” a sarcastic officer quipped as he processed the paperwork for his release. This was the part of the job he hated. If it were up to the black redneck, he would have thrown away the key.

  “Fa sho,” inmate 1006475 laughed, showing his bright smile with the one slightly crooked incisor. The small imperfection did nothing to distract from his rugged good looks.

  Inmate 1006475 stood just shy of six feet tall. His chestnut colored skin was blemish and tattoo free. A dense spiral of waves adorned his head and dude had been working out. Nice sized muscles were everywhere muscles should be.

  He became Tarvious Jackson when he boarded the bus back to the city of Atlanta. His beloved but drug-addicted mother had made arrangements to have him picked up but plans changed. The parole board thought it was funny to parole him out two weeks ahead of his max out date. Truth be told, they just wanted a good address for him so they could keep tabs on him. At least this way, he could surprise her and put a smile on her face.

  Tarvious watched the Georgia country side speed past the bus window. Miles of cotton fields and pecan groves filled his vision as he relived his last day of freedom four years ago. His older brother Keith let him tag along as he supplied his traps.

  “Po Po!” Tarvious warned when a cruiser jumped behind them.

  The police hit the lights and made the stop. An ounce of cooked coke was found and both went to jail. One had a paid lawyer and one had a public defender. One wrote a statement that the drugs weren’t his and the other kept it one hundred and didn’t say shit. One went home and the other went to prison.

  Keeping it real earned Tarvious the respect of the hood but cost him four years of his life. Four years of Underworld College where he learned crime from the pros. His tutors included major dope boys, con men, pimps and killers. The 10th grade drop-out earned his GED as well as a bachelor’s degree in Street Shit 101.

  He was still Tarvious when the bus pulled into the downtown station. He wasn’t the only arrival in the brown kaki suit the prison had issued. He exchanged nods with a few more of the newly released in passing. The massive jail that towered across the street got ignored. The powers that be, thought it cute for it to be the first thing they saw upon release. Tarvious never even glance its way, instead he boarded a bus to Southwest Atlanta’s Cascade Road. He made a vow to never venture inside the jail again. He would rather die in the streets than spend another night on their paper sheets; prophecy actually because he would.

  He may have still been Tarvious when he boarded the bus, but when it pulled to a loud, hissing stop in front of the Westfield Apartments, Trigga got off. This is where Trigga was born and raised. This is where he earned the name Trigga by busting at intruders. This is where Trigga was certified a dope boy.

  Chapter 1

  Cameisha was always good with math. While most people day dreamed, she added, multiplied and divided. She took in her surroundings as she pulled into the parking lot of the mailbox store, and it looked to be adding up to some bullshit.

  First, the man sitting on the bench pretending to be reading a newspaper kept glancing over the sports section then averting his eyes whenever they would meet hers. Next was a young white woman who didn’t return Meisha’s fake smile, instead, she snapped her head away and kept on walking. It was far too busy to be so still. The world seemed to move in slow motion as she analyzed her surroundings.

  If you feel like something ain’t right, it ain’t. “I know daddy, I know,” she replied to the advice echoing in her head.

  To turn and run would be suspect as hell, but no way was she going into the P.O. Box store. Instead, she walked past and into the ice cream parlor next door.

  “What the hell is she doing? Where is she going?” Detective Walton whined as his big bust went out the window. Unless she picked up the pills inside, he had nothing…..well, not exactly nothing, he still had Bilal.

  “How should I know?” Bilal asked in confusion. In his pussy whipped mind, Cameisha had just proved her innocence. She was here for rocky road not oxy pills.

  “Everybody hold. Let her get the package before we move!” Walton barked into his radio.

  “Strawberry sherbet, please,” Meisha sang ever so sweetly to the smiling clerk. The clerk turned to fill the order and Cameisha tossed the small mailbox key behind the counter.

  “Four eighty seven please,” the clerk said through a pasted on smile like a ventriloquist, as she handed over the small cup of deliciousness.

  “Five bucks for this shit!” Cameisha exclaimed in shock. “I’m in the wrong damn business.”

  “Well, it’s all natural, all organic, all…” the clerk recited as rehearsed. She knew it was expensive but stuff costs more on this side of town. Add the word gourmet to anything and you could double the price.

  “Aight, aight, aight,” Meisha said cutting off the long narrative of ingredients. She handed over a five and took a lick. She almost told the clerk it was worth it but kept it to herself. “Keep the change.”

  The clerk smiled at her back as she made the small change and tossed it into the tip jar. She noticed the shiny little key and picked it up for further inspection. Deciding it would make a nice addition to her collection of trinkets, into a pocket it went.

  “She’s out,” the woman officer whispered into her radio as Cameisha emerged from the parlor.

  “I can see that!” Walton snapped in frustration; a frustration that grew as she walked right past the mailbox store again.

  Knowing she had an audience, Cameisha seductively worked her sherbet over. Bilal felt his loins jump watching her twirl her tongue around the top with a sway in her curvy hips. When she put her mouth around it, he lost the battle of an erection and shook his head. When she pulled out her phone, he prayed she was calling him but no such luck.

  “Sup yo?” Jackie answered casually when she took the call.

  “Hello Jacqueline. I have a fever so you’ll have to clean up,” Meisha said sounding the alarm.

  Jackie didn’t even say goodbye before tossing the phone aside and getting to work. Hearing Cameisha use her never used full name was one code and the fever meant she was hot. There was nothing to talk about as she moved to get all the drugs off the premises. Clean up was easy since they were smart enough to keep the drugs and drug paraphernalia together. She slipped into a pair of sneakers, threw the small tote bag over her shoulder and fled as if it were a murder scene. Jackie of course knew how to flee a murder scene.

  “Everyone move! Move! Move! Move,” the detective screeched like a woman. She hadn’t done anything but hoped something in the car would link to the drugs in the P.O. Box.

  Cameisha smiled knowingly when the parking lot exploded in movement. She was pleased that she had been able to spot every one of the undercover police, even the out of place hobo digging in the garbage. The smile morphed into a frown wondering if one of he
r friends had left a blunt in the car.

  “Freeze!” the call from several officers came converging on her from several directions. All had guns drawn except one. She had the plastic cuffs she used to secure Cameisha’s hands behind her back.

  “You paying for that?” she demanded when the cop tossed her sherbet on the ground.

  “That’s the least of your worries young lady,” the cop shot back and joined the search.

  Cameisha watched in amusement as they opened, lifted and searched everything that could be opened, lifted and searched inside of her car. The search got even more frantic and desperate once it neared the end.

  “Nothing, it’s clean. We got nothing,” the lead officer said into his walkie-talkie. He wounded so dejected, Meisha was unable to keep from smiling.

  “I’m on my way,” Walton shouted and slammed his car into gear.

  “Wh…..w…what are you doing?” Bilal stammered in fear. He was supposed to be a confidential informant and was horrified at being seen.

  “Pressing the issue is what I’m doing,” he replied as he sped over to the take down. He wanted to see her reaction to him being there.

  “Bilal?” Meisha growled hotly at first then went into her role.

  “What’s going on? Bilal, help me,” she pleaded with big fat tears streaming down her face.

  “You checked everything? Everywhere?” the detective demanded and began rummaging before his team could reply. “You checked in here, how ‘bout here?”

  “Everywhere sarge, she’s clean,” the lead officer said hopefully. Having your boss find something you missed wouldn’t be good for career advancement.

  “No one’s clean,” Walton shot back, meaning it. He could probably find some dirt on himself if he looked hard enough. He didn’t quite want to give up so he gave an ultimatum. “You can come down to the station for questioning voluntarily or I can arrest you.”

  “I’ll come. I don’t know what’s going on. I came here to meet my boyfriend and…” Cameisha began before being cut off by another crying fit.

  She knew they had nothing on her except whatever Bilal had told them. She also knew the bullshit arrest would give them a chance to take her picture and prints. No, she would go voluntarily. She would listen but she only had one word if it got to be too much, lawyer.

  Cameisha was un-cuffed and led to an unmarked car. She rode silently in the passenger seat to the police station. Once they arrived, she was led inside and into a room.

  “In here,” the lady cop ordered as she held open the door to an interrogation room. “Someone will be with you in a second.”

  Meisha walked in and glanced around. In an instant she noted the small camera in the corner as well as the two way mirror. She had no doubt that Bilal was on the other side, and she was tempted to blow him a sarcastic kiss. Instead of being truculent, she broke down into sobs again.

  “She’s either a great actress or you’re a fucking liar!” Detective Walton surmised. “If I find out you’re trying to put the blame on that girl, I’ma cut your balls off and stomp on ‘em!”

  “I swear, I…,” Bilal pleaded to the cop’s back as he left the room.

  On the way to the interrogation room, Walton stopped by the copy room and grabbed a pile of blank paper. He took a deep breath and stormed inside startling the girl.

  “Why were you at the Mailbox plus More store today?” Walton demanded, slamming the papers face down.

  “To meet my boyfriend, where is he? What’s going on?” she pleaded, throwing in a quivering bottom lip for effect.

  “Look it! Lose the innocent, scared-deer act ‘cause I’m not buying it.” The cop lied. In fact, he was buying it hook, line and sinker. He now believed this cute college kid not even quite 19, was being taken advantage of by this grown man, a doctor at that.

  “What did we do? We meet there a couple of times a month for ice cream,” Meisha added.

  “Just at the ice cream parlor?”

  “Yes, well, Bilal checks his P.O. Box while I wait for him,” she threw in causing Bilal to jump to his feet in the next room.

  The detective was almost convinced already when a cop stuck his head in and confirmed it.

  “Clerk said he’s never seen the girl or the guy,” he announced. He had taken a picture of both Bilal and Cameisha to the mailbox store but the employee denied ever seeing either one of them. There were no cameras to call him a liar even though he was lying. He was doing enough of his own dirt through the boxes and didn’t need the police sticking their noses around.

  The seasoned cop grilled her a little more before calling it a day. He had broken stone cold killers in this same room; no way was this child fooling him.

  “I’ll have an officer give you a ride to your car. Next time pick a better class of boyfriend,” Walton said taking to his feet.

  It was several hours later when Cameisha finally made it back to her dorm room. Jackie was pacing back and forth nervously when she walked in. When she saw her, she rushed over and squeezed all the air from her body.

  “Are you ok?” Jackie screamed, hugging her off of her feet.

  “No…you’re killing me!” Cameisha managed to get out.

  “My bad,” she said laughing and let her go. “Now what happened?”

  “The police ain’t come here?” Meisha asked looking around the room for signs of a search.

  “No! Why? What happened?” Jackie repeated.

  “Fucking Bilal snitched on me is what happened!” She huffed. “I went to get my pills and Po Po was everywhere.”

  “What pills?” Jackie asked with a frown. She was really frowning once she’d heard the whole story.

  “What? Why you shaking your head?” Cameisha asked at her friend’s reaction.

  “Cuz you wildin’ yo’! Nowwhat about Bilal?”

  “Fuck Bilal! He ain’t had to say shit! He ain’t did shit, he ain’t know shit, so he shouldna’ said shit! I’m the one out ten bands for the damn pills! Now I really gotta turn up!”

  Chapter 2

  “Wow!” was all Juan could manage when Cameisha finished laying out all the details.

  “Whatchu’ mean wow? And why you shaking your head too?” she demanded trying not to laugh but failing.

  “Because that was the most hair brained scheme I ever heard! Foolish, amateurish, inane, um…..reckless,” he berated. In truth, he wished he’d known about it sooner. He would have rented a building, doctors and nurses. He would have struck for millions of pills before it crashed and all clues would have led nowhere.

  “Well, it would’ve worked if he ain’t tell on me,” she stated incorrectly. She didn’t know Bilal was in trouble himself. She assumed he had found out and told. Cameisha was a selfish little brat like that.

  “Can’t blame him for protecting himself, still, snitches get stitches. I’ll send Manny to…”

  “Nah, leave him. They ain’t got shit on me anyway.”

  “That little stunt cost you ten grand. The next time you want a lesson in what not to do, get at me. I’ll only charge you five,” Juan chided.

  “Ha, ha,” Meisha quipped dryly. “I gotta turn up so I can make my money back.”

  “Two things that can’t be made up is money and time!” Juan shot back. “My father taught me that.”

  “Yo! My daddy use to say that same shit!” she shouted excitedly at the memory. “A lost second can’t be made up and count your wins not your losses.”

  “Smart man, anyway, I can front you an eighth. Just bring me four grand once you’re done.”

  “What’s up? I still need my same twenty pounds,” she said tossing the bag containing ten thousand in cash. “I have a little issue to deal with first though.”

  “You straight, need me to send Manny?” Juan offered protectively.

  “Nah…..some in-house shit. Nothing me and my girls can’t handle.”

  ****

  “Here we go!” Cameisha said aloud when she found the right isle in the sporting goods store.
She selected all the items she felt like she needed then did a little browsing.

  A walk down the isle of fishing gear was akin to memory lane. Her mind flashed to much happier times going fishing with her grandfather. She fondly recalled spending hours at the creek catching dinner. The same creek where she later killed Big Bessie.

  “Ooh cool!” Meisha cheered as she came across a display of assault rifles. An SKS caught her attention but was quickly upstaged by an AR-15 with all the bells and whistles. She mentally made a date with both, but first things first.

  ****

  “Is Dasia back yet?” Cameisha asked as she entered the apartment laden with bags.

  “Nope, she went out with that chic Lisa again last night,” Aqua replied craning her neck to see what was in the bags.

  “Again?” Meisha frowned curiously and began unloading her supplies.

  “They be out dang near every night. What’re these for?” Aqua giggled grabbing a pair of boxing gloves. She squeezed her large mitts inside a pair and pounded her fist together like a boxer.

  “For Dasia, you remember Zaria on the roof?”

  “We gonna kill Dasia!” Aqua moaned pulling the gloves off and dropping them.

  “No! Of course not, that’s our girl. We finna whoop her ass though,” Cameisha explained as Jackie came through the front door.

  “Sup yo, she here?” Jackie asked looking around the living room. The once bare space was filling up nicely from the trappings of trapping.

  “Nah…..she out with that Lisa girl again,” Meisha said frowning again.

  “Word?” Jackie asked. She knew then there was something sexual between them. Girls don’t hang out with new chicks for no reason.

  “Y’all suit up so we’ll be ready when she comes,” Meisha ordered.

  No sooner did they get the gloves on and tied, did Dasia come inside. She had a bright smile on her face from eating pussy all night and wobbly legs from the multiple orgasms Lisa had licked her to.