shot in a gas station parking lot and was by her side during her depression. When Chantel found that she was pregnant again, with the support of Noonie and Tesha, she broke out of her funk, and now she was about to give birth to her and Noonie’s son.
* * *
Jimmie was breathing heavily, and his body was covered with blood. His legs had been sliced too many times to count, and he simply wanted to be put out of his misery. Chavez wasn’t having that thought. A quick death wasn’t in the cards for Jimmie for he hadn’t told Chavez what he wanted to know.
“Okay, Jimmie, it’s time to stop playing. I’m going to dig one of your eyes out,” he said as he put a spoon up to Jimmie’s eye.
As soon as Chavez was about to dig the eye out of its socket Jimmie whimpered, “Slim sent the order.”
“What? Don’t fucking lie to me!” Chavez spat.
“I’m not lying, man. I just wanna be let go. I swear. No one knew who did it. But then one night, I was at the strip joint, and one of his boys was drunk. He got to braggin’ to this one stripper broad…” Jimmie coughed. Blood ran down the side of his mouth. “He was talkin’ about what an OG he was—”
Chavez cut him off, “You lie, Jimmie, why would he brag to a stripper bitch about killing? Don’t make sense.”
“Nigga was tryin’ to get some pussy. I know the broad. Been fuckin’ her for a minute now. She told me how stupid the guy was.”
“His name.”
Jimmie didn’t hesitate, “Reese.”
Chavez eyes squinted, “The bitch’s name.”
“What?”
“The bitch who told you this. Her name.”
Jimmie didn’t expect for Chavez to ask him her name but figured what the hell. He was trying to get out of a painful situation so he told him, “Pretzels.”
“What, motherfucker?”
“Serious. Her name is Pretzels. Her stage name is all I know. She works at Showstoppaz.”
Chavez smiled. He knew the spot. He didn’t go there but knew someone who did. The place was on the east end and Petey’s cousin was a regular.
Chavez said, “If you’re lying, I’m going to find your momma and do to her what I’m doing to you.”
He told Petey to call his cousin, Tony. Petey pulled out his cell and did as told. Once Tony answered. Petey put the cell on speaker.
“Tony, this Chavez.”
“Whassup, bro?”
“Ay, you go to that one strip joint, Showstoppaz, right?”
“Yeah, goin’ tonight. Why, you wanna roll? You know I gots VIP up in there.”
“Nah, but since you the man up in there, I need to know somethin’.”
“Whassup?”
“Do a bitch named Pretzels work there?”
“Yeah, a black chick. Man, you gotta see this hoe. She can put her body in all kinds of positions. That’s why they call her Pretzels.”
Chavez glanced at Jimmie and a grin formed on his face. “Tony, stay close. I’ma hit you in a bit.”
“King Love, bro.”
Chavez ended the call then smiled at Jimmie. “I thank you, bro. It was forced, but you came clean. But I’mma have to kill you.” He glanced at the area where Jimmie’s penis used to be. “You ain’t no good without your dick.”
Jimmie knew he was going to die, that’s why he lied. He knew it was Bone’s people who’d killed Chavez’s babies’ momma, but he wasn’t going to give the spic, who he knew was going to kill him anyway, the information, so he lied. One, to protect Bone who’d always been good to him and two, because he knew Slim was more equipped to handle Chavez. He didn’t care for Slim but wanted to make sure Chavez got his and going after Slim’s people, Jimmie figured that he’d get just that.
Chavez put his knife up to Jimmie’s jugular vein. “When I was a kid, my grandmother used to tell a story. Whenever someone died, when a life is taken one is brought into this world.” Chavez brought the knife to Jimmie’s throat. “So look at it this way, Jimmie, there is a baby being born right at this moment.”
Chavez sliced Jimmie’s throat and his pain