Texas Tea Lethal in Doses

Piggy calling a meeting. Guess that means she's back to feeling like herself. This traffic on 45 N is horrible. Symona Lisa said her flight would be in at 5:30. Ugh. Rush hour in Houston. She must didn't know. All the stuff I gotta do. I promised Sister Thornton I'd make a couple pies for the bake sale. I got to get to the dry cleaners before seven. I don't know what Jay is gone eat tonite. I don't even think I had taken anything out. Or did I? I kept thinking about all the stuff I had been in lately. Still I was about my business. I make ok money as a patient coordinator but I could make more. Was selling dope for a minute until C.C. came back into the picture. She was King now and she promised us that we could all eat. She was good for it. I just worried about her getting that shoe habit of hers in check. I mean how you gone move shoes and you constantly using them? They never play anything on 97.9. I feel like some Marvin Sease. Aye! The Bitch Get it All! That's my shit. I wonder when the blues festival is this year. I know this Symona Lisa chick was supposed to be bad. I mean the pieces that she designed for Piggy were phenomenal. All these people. I hate Intercontinental. It's always congested but its still better than Hobby. Let me see....oh there she is. Pretty chick. Brown. Long black hair. She was dressed in ripped and cut skinny jeans and off the shoulder T-shirt that said "Who Needs Big Boobs When You Have an Ass Like This?" I laughed. Flyy. She also had on some of the baddest pair of Isaac Mizrahi shoes I had seen in a long time. She had style but she was practical. Unlike her new boss. Courtney believe that a woman could be completely naked but with the right pair of shoes she would be dressed to kill. This loading dock is always crazy here. I had to hurry and get away from over here. I don't know it was like even the air out here on the Northside was different. "Hey Symona Lisa? It's me Tameika." "Hey, what's going on lady?" Charismatic. I helped her put her luggage in the back seat of my car. I wondered what made her change her mind. She initially told me that she was driving from Baltimore to Houston. "So you decided not to drive down here?" She was staring off into space. I guess my question startled her a bit. "No I drove but then I had a quick job I needed to do back in Baltimore. So this is actually my second time here in the H." "Oh, ok." For some reason that was odd to me. But hey I try to stay in my own lane. I stopped trying to figure people out a long time ago. You would run yourself crazy tryna do so. "So did you need me to take you next door to Enterprise or you wanna go straight to the hotel?" "Neither, take me to see Piggy." I nodded and turned the music back up. I dialed her. "Piggy." "Hey, I just took care of that and was about to slide through there real quick. Umma get Jay is that cool?" "Yeah the piglet is here. Mattie Mae will be here watching him, did you just wanna leave him here while we hit Double Tree? She get em bathed up fed and put to bed." Mattie Mae was something else. "Thats a bet. I got the Raven, so I'll deliver that right away." We hung up. Symona Lisa chuckled. "I love yall accents and the way yall talk." I never really felt like I had an accent. I guess. I pulled up in front of Piggy's home. I wonder if anyone ever questioned how nice her home was considering she was a cop. Guess not. I rung the doorbell and Mattie Mae answered the door. "Hey sugar, how you?" I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm great, Mattie Mae." She chuckled. "I know that's right, and where my baby?" "Oh I'm about to go get him in a few minutes." "Well good, because I made em a whole thing of chicken and rice and we gone make rice crispies together. After that homework done right, Courtney?!" I heard him holler yes maam. "Who is this pretty girl?" "I'm sorry Mattie Mae, Symone, this is Pig-I mean Courtney's grandmother. Mattie Mae, this is a friend of ours." Mattie Mae shot me a suspicious look like she knew I wasn't telling everything. "How you baby?" "I'm good Mrs. Mae- "Girl, my name is Mattie Mae, sugar. Don't ever call me Miss. Mae. I once cut a heffa over that." I burst out laughing. Symona Lisa didn't find it too funny but I knew the Yankee's sense of humor was different from ours. I was glad to see C.C. come out of the room. She looked good. I could tell she had gotten her locks tightened. They were a golden halo around her head. No makeup on. Her eyebrow piercing shined as she came down the hallway. "Mattie Mae, are you behaving?" She waved Courtney off. It was obvious the two of them loved each other. Both women needed the other. Symona Lisa seemed in awe of Courtney. They embraced. "Y'all want something to drink?" I declined. "You know I gotta pick up Jay and get him back over here." "That's right. Handle your business. I'll see you later." Just then my spidey senses were tingling. I went back out to my car and that's when I saw him. Stupid ass. If you gone be parked outside watching somebody try to be a little more discreet. I knew that they both had feelings for each other but I also knew the moment I met him, there was something about him I didn't like. A grown ass man calling himself Drell when his Christian name was Milton? Here Milton was posted outside Piggy's castle in full Gmen gear. Asshole didn't even see me sneak up behind him. The door to the Crown Vic was unlocked. He sipped coffee eyes fixated on her house. I stuck my .50 to his temple. "One false move motherfucker."

Piggy Happens!

I was in some serious pain. I had to limp all the way back to the car. Here she go singing Betty Wright at the top of her lungs. I laughed. What the hell would Jessika Rabbit know about being anyone's part time lover and full time fool? "Cocaine, you don't look too good." I closed the door to Jessi's beamer. "Yeah I feel like shit. I gotta get somewhere. I need to get high and then take something for this pain." Jessika shook her head. "You still on that shit like that?" I gave her a look that said I didn't wanna hear her shit. She didn't care. Jessika Larae always said what was on her mind. I told her one day that mouth of hers would get her killed. I picked up my cell and dialed Katy. Her phone went straight to voicemail. That wasn't like her. She always kept her phone on. I called three more times and got no answer. "Hey Jessika Rabbit, you remember where Katy live?" "Yeah, that's where you wanna go?" "Yeah, get me over there." I left a message on her voicemail. I had never had the house phone number. Katy always wanted to keep that life separate. She had a family. Something kept eating at me though. Years of being a cop had given me good gut instinct. We neared Katy's house and my locks were on edge. I pulled my black gloves snug and told Jessika to stay in the car. You know she did exactly what she wanted to do. She turned the car off and got out. I saw Katy's 300 parked in the driveway. Shit seemed okay. I could feel my veins raise because I knew she would have just what I needed to satisfy this craving. I went to the door and knocked. No answer. I rang the doorbell. Maybe she was off today and didn't have to go to Baker's today. I rang the doorbell again. Something told me to try the door. It looked funny. I did and it damn near come off the hinges. What the fuck? I couldn't believe it. There she was laying in a pool of her blood with her neck cut ear to ear. Another top player dead! Eyes wide open. Blood saturating her platinum blonde hair. I heard Jessika stop and then vomit. I stood over my dealer and I was ice cold. Who had done this? Who knows? This was a dirty game and Katy had been in it for years. She used to supply my grandmother. "Jessi, you realized you have just left your DNA at a fuckin crime scene?" I hated being short with her. I had to understand that yeah while she was a ridah, she hadn't been in this shit like that. "Hey don't touch shit. We gotta call 5-0." Then that's when I saw it. It was a Blahnik box. I was careful where I stepped. I picked it up. I had on gloves. Opened the box and inside it were the royal blue Manolo Blahniks of Carrie's dreams. Pointy toed pump with the signature emblem. All of my senses were heightened. I heard Jessika call my name. "Caine, you can not do this right here right now. We gotta get up outta here. I wasn't tryna hear that. I needed this. I rubbed my hand down the fine material that it was made out of. I was alone. I looked on the box and it was my size. I needed to try it on. Looking at the brand on the box it made me think of the ones stolen from me. I saw colors of rage now. I had yet to find them and still didn't have any leads on who may have taken them. I looked over at my dead friend. Look at the ligature marks around her neck. A jagged knife had been used as it was clear in the way her skin was torn. I knew whose work this was. Starsha Danielle. But why? Why would she kill Katy? I snapped out of it. Put the shoe back in the box and picked it up. I closed Katy's eyes that was staring back at me. Said a silent prayer. I would hate to think that she was killed because of our dealings. I knew this was probably true though. Jessika and I left. I knew that I couldn't call my captain with this. I mean this would be one of the many murders I could be personally linked to and they were still buzzing about what I 'd done to Chad Blair. Where could I find Starsha Danielle? Wonder what she had been up to since she got out? I sent a one word text to Texas Tea. "DoubleTree." She responded, "Nine." I replied back "Eight". I laid my head back on the headrest and listened as Johnnie Taylor sang about Good Love. I could see Katy's green eyes like they were my own. "Jessika, take me to my house. We got shit to do." She didn't say anything, she just drove. Reminded me of my days driving Shannon Monet around. It was time for me to make my presence known. King Courtney had survived her assassination attempt and now it was time to unleash consequences. Oh we all have them. I knew one day I would have em, I just prayed like hell that my decisions today would not affect my piglet negatively tomorrow. Wishful thinking right? I figured I would introduce the rest of my Embassy to Jessika Rabbit. She was doing well for herself but I figured I could offer her something even better. We pulled into my driveway and there was Mattie Mae standing in my yard, hands on her hips. Here we go....

Change: Piggy and Shannon Monet Calls a Truce

Wonder who been running my business while I've been away? I can't believe that I'm walking away from this alive. I can't express how glad I was to hear Tameika tell me that I could go home. Guess they had figured out that I hadn't killed Courtney. God bless the poor degenerate bastard or bitch who had though. Piggy's Embassy was angry and out for revenge. Not gone lie. I was interested in finding out myself. I passed by a mirror and almost didn't recognize myself. I looked different. I guess maybe it had something to do with me thinking about her. I mean Courtney wasn't all that bad. She marched to the tune of her own drum and the truth is I admired her for that. My things was given to me but my cell phone was not. Tameika said that they had smashed it so the GPS couldn't be used to find me. I chuckled when she said that. I tell you one thing, Piggy had gotten together some of the best. I shutter to think what Houston is gone do once they realize the Embassy exists. Tameika dropped me off at my home and told me that she would be in touch. I needed to call Belinda and offer my condolences. I can't imagine what she's going through. Probably the same thing my sister went through after I killed Lena. I think about her everyday. One day I know I will burn in hell for my crimes. I often think about how different things would be if I hadn't done that. Then I think about him. Ivory Albro. I think about all of the time we spent together and how he  threw it away over nothing. C.C. got rid of him. Didn't think she could but she did. You know I had promised her I would provide everything she would need to to get rid of Albro and she did. I knew I still owed her but to be quite honest, I just didn't think she could. I thought he would kill her. So in essence I think I sacrificed her. She came out on top though. Now she was dead. I couldn't believe it. I walked through the front doors of my home and there was an immediate ache. I had worked most of my life to achieve all that I had and still wasn't happy. I wonder what the funeral was like. Tameika and the rest of em came and saw me at that safe house dressed in black. Mournful. I shed tears when they left. I loved Piggy. I guess Tameika would take over. Glad to see my house was kept immaculate while I was away. Where the hell is that music coming from? One Day You Here is playing. I turned towards the living room. No one in there. Walk on over to the kitchen. No one there. I go to the drawer in the foyer. I keep a .380 there. It was gone! Suddenly the music is turned down. I pushed the doors open to my office. I almost faint. There sitting on my mahogany wood desk is a dead woman. She was dressed in a black tank top runners tights and air max black gloves. No makeup besides lipgloss and she was nursing a drink. Cognac no doubt. Officer Piggy in all of her glory. I had seen the wreckage of her car. There was no way she could've survive that yet here she was. She took the remote and turned the song back up. She rapped along with Bun B. "This world we livin in man it ain't nothin but drama.... "What in the hell, Courtney." She downed the drink and played with the glass. Smiled at me. "Is that a question, Monet?" I didn't respond. Part of me wanted to kill her dead and then another wanted me to wrap my arms around her. I looked around. I didn't know what she wanted. I looked around for my weapons. "No Shannon, don't be stupid, old girl. You know I do my homework. There are no weapons around. I took care of that." "What do you want, CC? I told your cronies that I had nothing to do with that bombing." She looked sad for a second. "I know Shannon. I know. Suppose you didn't have nothing to do with Blair coming after me in the hospital either." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I left Blair alone when he and Arnissha Lynn was tryna fuck me over in another deal. Also I knew he knew where Alvin Ray and was tryna protect him. We still had unfinished business. "Courtney, I didn't have nothing to do with that either. Chad Blair will get his." She laughed. "Oh he already got his. You ain't heard? I popped him in the hospital." This is what she had turned into. "So you here to finish me too." I walked over to my bar and fixed myself a stiff drink. "No Monet, I'm here to tell you, it stops here. No more stalking me. I won't come after you. Its enough money in Houston where we can all eat. Call off Mike Walker and you let Drell make it." I listened to the terms of her agreement. It wasn't like I was backing down. The truth is I was tired. All I wanted to do was to keep my position as councilwoman and continue serving fine fusion soulfood at my restaurant. Piggy could have this. "What is it with Drell?" I saw what it was. She didn't have to answer. She was in love with him. Couldn't mistake that. "It's personal Monet. Do you agree with these terms?" I walked over to her slowly and kissed both of her cheeks. I felt her heartbeat. "It's done." She looked at me with those piercing eyes of hers and for the first time I looked away. Courtney could have very well had me killed. This fact alone had changed me. One day I would pay gravely for my sins, but I would gladly do so if Courtney Danielle could be saved. But she was too far gone. "I'll be in touch, Shannon Monet." She limped past me and let herself out. They'll write grand stories about women like Piggy, Texas Tea, and Machete Mychelle. Women like that change the world no matter how they have to do it. I should be so lucky if someone remembers me to pen my urban legend. And if they do what will they say?

The Pig and the Rabbit: It ain't no Fun when Jessika Rabbit Got the GUN

So this time I made the news huh? Well I can't sit up here and say that I feel bad. It was definitely a me or him situation. This was the King in me speaking. Now the cop in me did feel a twinge of guilt. You see Chad Blair and I was partners for about five years. Been through a lot but things had changed. Now that I knew that it was Arnissha Lynn who had set me up and not Shannon Monet, it was time for me to make things right. Somewhat anyway. Right is right and wrong is wrong. I needed to see her and talk to her. You know clear the air so to speak. I was now on the secure Intensive Care floor. Security was air tight now. They've removed my bandages and I was thoroughly pleased. No visible damage whatsoever. Today I wanted to finally get up and move around. I felt like I had gained strength back in my legs and I wanted to walk. Hell, run if I could. My mama brought some more of my clothes and I was tired of these damn ass less hospital gowns. I pulled and tugged on a black sports bra put on running tights with no panties and a grey v neck short sleeve T-shirt. White socks and black 95 Air Maxs. I did this all while in a hospital bed. I was still thick thanks to my mama sneaking her home cooking in here. I unhooked what I could from the monitors and swung my legs over the bed. I stepped down on my feet for the first time in more than thirty days. I immediately hit the floor. Fuck! I'm hearing all kinds of machines going off now. "Sergeant Coyle, are you ok!?" I was out of breath now. "Um-I'm fine." "Are you sure? You know what I'm sending someone in now." Damn, I didn't want that at all. I can't get up. My legs are moving. I feel em and everything. What the hell? The door opened and three nurses rush in. "Hold up, Ms. Coyle. Let me help you up back to the bed." I snapped. I jerked my arm away from her. "Let me go and get the fuck out of here. I can do it myself!" She was taken aback. So was I. I didn't mean to be so harsh but I needed to do this on my own. "I'm sorry if I offended you Ms. Coyle, I was just trying to help." I grabbed onto the bed rail and pulled myself up. It was hard and sweat was all over me. I did it though. "Nurse, why did I fall? Is there something wrong with me?" She smiled. "No, it's just that you haven't got out of that bed in over a month. Your legs need to be reconditioned first." I held onto the bed rail and moved my legs around. The nurse stepped back probably afraid I was gone hit her ass. I had made my mind up. I was going walking. No matter how long it took for my legs to get the message. "Nurse Scott, thank you for your help. But you all can leave now. I'm going walking." "Ms. Coyle, you have strict orders from the doctor prohibiting this." I didn't say anything. I just gave her a look that said Don't play with me. She backed off. I feel like I'm ready to let go now. I do. This time I'm planted securely on my feet. My heart pumping in my chest. I walked over to my window and from there I can see the Houston city skyline. I loved this city. And it would love me back. Forcibly or not. Let me get outta here for my walk. I tuned through Pandora and came to my Avant station. Don't Say No Say Yes came on. I immediately thought about him. I pulled a black baseball hat over my blonde locks and headed out of the door. There were two armed police officers sitting outside my door. Both stood up. I raised my hand and let them know. "Hey, I'm stepping out a little bit. You guys may still wanna sit here though." "Sergeant Coyle, we were told to watch you. So wherever you're going we are too." I shook my head. Hell to the naw. "Look, um Pettigrew and Cole, yeah you see I outrank the both of you. I'm going walking and you all are going to sit your asses here. Understand." Both of these officers stand well over six feet. I didn't give a damn though. "We can't let you leave by yourself." I thought for a split second. I didn't know this floor too well and wasn't sure if I could run either. So I thought it best to just cooperate with them. "Okay let's go." Both of them were armed but one look at em and you could tell that they were just as fresh as they could be. Babies. I walked until all of the kinks were gone. I sashayed onto the elevator. I turned back to catch Pettigrew admiring the view. He blushed and tipped his hat at me. Men. Stepped off the elevator and looked around. We headed for the courtyard. My cell rings. Its Meika B. "Hey Piggy, how you?" "Um good lady, what's going on?" "Well, we gotta let Monet go hun." I exhaled. Standing outside in the courtyard for the first time in some good Texas fresh air, well fresh as it could be downtown. "I know. It's funny you mentioned that. I was thinking about her earlier. She don't know how close she came... I couldn't even finish that. "No C.C., she definitely knows. We gone send her home. Let her know under no circumstances is she to talk about this with anybody." I laughed. Realized that maybe I shouldn't be too candid. I had Cagney and Lacey with me. "Texas Tea, I can hardly talk right now. I decided I would go for a walk and I got a cavalry with me. Let her know tht we need to talk. Tell her come up here." "You got it Piggy." She hung up. The two officers were quiet. I walked a short distance from them and let the Houston sunshine bathe me. Damn this felt good. I closed my eyes. The warmth of the sun embraced me."Piggy Monroe, is that you?" A familiar voice. I opened my eyes and the beautiful young woman that stood before me was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Jessika Larae. I called her Jessika Rabbit. Hadn't seen her in ages. But this was one of the illest bitches alive, Wale. Jessika had the voice of an angel. She wanted to sing. Made it through nursing school and was now a registered nurse. She could also cook dope better than any chemist or dopeboy this side of the Astrodome. We embraced. She kissed my cheek. I bore into her eyes and she bowed her head. She looked at my cavalry. "I need you, Jessika Rabbit. You know I'll make it worth your while." She kept focus on the officers behind me. This chick had skin the color of milk chocolate and eyes that shone bright like a new penny. "You got it, Cocaine." I chuckled. Only she and my father had ever called me that. "These boys with you, Piggy?" I nodded. "Problem, Jessika?" "Nothing we can't handle. You know I'm a nurse here at this hospital now." "I see." "Piggy, come with me." She lowered her voice and her hand squeezed mine. She whispered, "These ain't no square cops, bae. They Blair's boys." I embraced her and almost in slow motion I saw Pettigrew pull his weapon. Jessika and I ran for our lives. Survival of the fittest and I had had thirty three days to rest up. I had killed and destroyed. Contract after contract but lately it was all about my habit and power. As I ran I pulled my .40 with its half empty clip. Jessika and her .22 was with me. You see only Piggy and Jessika could get some shit started in the largest medical center in the world. One hail mary, two Hail Marys, BLAST!!!

Brandon Brocks Piggy Up: Piggy's Mud done Hit the News!

"Good Evening, Thanks for tuning in to Channel 13 KTRK news, I'm Melanie Lawson, Dave Ward has the night off. Today breaking news, Sixteen year veteran Houston police Sergeant Chad Blair was reportedly shot and killed by another Houston police officer. Female. This incident happened inside a Memorial Hermann hospital room late yesterday. The shooting was reported as a self defense shooting. The female officer in this case is not being identified for investigative purposes. Chief of Police, Charles McClelland issued a statement earlier today."

"At this time, we are conducting a proper investigation as to what happened with Sgt. Blair. There are several things leading us to believe that our female officer was in fact protecting herself. At this time, we will be with holding pertinent details until a full investigation is complete. At this time, I can tell you that there will be no charges filed against our female officer."


"Again, more will be reported on this incident as details unfold."

 I snickered. Let me turn this shit off. So they could reveal the identity of the dead officer but the officer that killed him gets anonymity? What the hell? Blair did look familiar though. I tell you. So much was going on within the Houston city limits it was crazy. Tameika Benford had paid me handsomely for assisting her with Arnissha Lynn. Truth is I never liked her. I mean she shopped frequently with Brock Shops but she always wanted a hookup on a hook up. I couldn't stand that shit. I had quality merchandise and she would always try to haggle me on it. I knew she had plenty of money to spend and she would always make me come to her. I found out that she was against Piggy, well that just didn't sit well with me. Piggy was good people and I knew that she had a vision for Houston. The way I see it, Houston was big enough for everybody. We could all get a piece. Ivory Albro was now gone so things had changed. Piggy I believed would make a great king. Now don't get me wrong I already knew my niche. Piggy had shoes and other things but I could get just about everything else. Wonder who this is calling? "Brock." "Hey Brock it's Tameika." "What's goin on lady?" "Nothing much. Piggy had a rough night last night. She ain't even really safe in the damn hospital." "What you mean? What happened?" "She killed Blair." Damn! I picked my cell off of the counter. "Brock!? You there?" "Yeah Meika, I'm still here. Damn I just saw that shit on the news. I never guessed that it was her. They keeping it all secretive I see." "Yeah well they finding out that Blair was a dirty uniform. So you know what they gone do. Internal Affairs is all over this." That damn Piggy. "What you need?" "Well I know its probably been a while since her last fix. What you got?" "I got some bad purses that just came in. As far as shoes, I don't have anything that's gone satisfy C.C.'s high." I meant that. That girl had an addiction that you wouldn't believe. She copped a pair of red bottoms from me one time and I watched her transform before me. She slipped them on her pretty feet and she was a whole new person. The shit was scary and sexy all at the same time. "Brock, I'm not gone have time to run to the Galleria and see Katy, come on see what you can do for me. She gone need something bad!" I thought about who I could call. I had a couple of contacts. "Hold on mama, let me make a few phone calls and see what I can come up with. I'll hit you back." "Thanks, bae." I made a few calls and came across some Micheal Antonio Boots. Dude sent me a picture of em and I could see Piggy in them. I placed an order and told him I would meet him in thirty minutes to pick them up. You run into some characters in this business I was in. I admit that but Piggy was by far the most colorful. She was King of Houston but I hope baby girl wouldn't forget what Bobby Blue Bland sang about. It ain't no love in the heart of the city. Where the hell are my keys?

Oh Drell Yes: Piggy and Drell Sittin in a Tree

She is beautiful even when she sleep. They gave her a sedative to sleep while they remove the bandages from her face. I knew she was worried whether or not there would be permanent damage. When the bandages came off it was like a force of nature made me get up and kiss her cheek. There was no visible damage. She looked the same way the night of the accident. I marveled at the woman that lay before me. You see even as kids I knew that Courtney Coyle would grow to be something else. It's funny. I can still see her in pigtails and I remember she had a pair of Keds in every color. Needless to say her shoe game has matured. She has the worst shoe addiction I've ever seen. But...she maintaining it. The day she walked into that hotel bar, my heart skipped a beat. Blonde hair complimented her skin tone. It was pulled up in a bun. She had on a pantsuit that hugged her every curve. But it was her walk, that I'll never forget. Sexy, feminine, confident but most importantly it screamed POWER. I don't know if she had noticed me when she first walked in. But I did gauge the reaction of the other men in the bar. White and black. We all watched her with a mutual appreciation. It's something about Piggy though. It's not just her looks. She's beautiful, definitely but its HER. I've been with my share of women but I don't think any of them have made me feel as alive as she does. She make me wanna do right. On the other hand there's a darkness about her that I think many people can't help but see. She got eyes like no woman I've ever seen. You see something dangerous in them. She scared many people with them but I guess I'm different because her eyes are magnetic to me. And this Blair motherfucker! Tsk. I knew it was something up with him the first time I saw him. I had seen him visit Shannon Monet a couple of times. I figured he was shaking her down. He'd always leave with a wad of money. I didn't like him. My daddy'd always told me not to trust no bald headed ass nigga either. When I got back up to her room they were wheeling her out in the bed. Her son's father standing watch. Blair was still laid out on the floor headless. He had to know she was capable of this. I mean they were partners for five years. Show what kind of snake he had to be to try and off her. You know the crazy thing is is that C.C. all of 5'2. She throw on some heels and then maybe she 5'7 but her shot is better than any man I know. Wait a minute. Let Me Ease Your Mind. I ain't heard Lil Boosie in a minute. This the ringtone I got in my phone for Courtney. I smiled. I even dig the way she sleep. Listen at me. She make me such a square but I see us holding hands and walking the beach and shit. Can't front though I was a little jealous seeing her baby daddy fuss over her like that. I can see its still a lot of love there. Me and my son's mama can't stand each other. I was supposed to be back down in the Delta but then Courtney's accident happened. I couldn't leave her side. I prayed and asked God for her to be okay. I mean we had just reconnected. Wonder where Shannon Monet is? She hadn't called me in about thirty days either. As a matter of fact nobody had even seen or heard from her. I knew one while Tameika and nem was sure that Monet was behind this bombing but I didn't think so. Just wasn't her style. I don't know though. I had to take my hat off to Courtney. She had put together some of the baddest bitches. And they all loved Houston and her. I set an ice cold Dr. Pepper can on her bedside table. This would be the woman I marry. I just had to get her to see things my way. Neither one of us could continue living this way. We both had children we had to live for. For the first time, I had met a woman who would force me to discontinue my career. Courtney knew Drell the truck driver. She knew Drell the D-boy who also worked for her mentor. But she would never know Milton Spivey, FBI agent. She and Monet had been my assignment the last year and half but now I had fallen for Officer Piggy and I would give my life before I saw any harm come to her. I had plenty to report but I had been stalling my superiors. This angel that lay before me had changed me. She had put her cards on the table for me. Reckon it was time for me to do the same. I traced her beautiful mouth with my finger. Eyes still closed she licked her lips and I felt her tongue on my finger. I touched my groin. She drove me crazy. "I love you, Drell." My chest tightened. "I love you too bae." Fuck! I had to tell her. Tell her and just trust that she knew my heart. "Courtney, we need to talk."