Free The Union by Tremayne Johnson Page A

on.
     
    “Wassup?” He answered.
     
    “That little birdie that's been singin' outside your window is no longer a problem.” The caller assured.
     
    “Beautiful. That's why I love you.” Mox smiled and reached his hand over to caress the leg of the beautiful, young lady sitting in the passenger seat. “Meet me at Vito's spot, tomorrow afternoon. Peace.”
     
    Tamika quickly pushed Mox's hand off her leg and sucked her teeth. “Who da fuck was that?”
     
    “What I tell you about minding my business, Tamika... jus shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride. Please.”
     
    Tamika's neck twisted and she wore a look of astonishment. “Nigga, I don't know who da fuck you think you talkin' to, but I damn sure ain't one of dem bird bitches you use to fuckin' wit.”
     
    Mox smirked and hit the right blinker indicating that he would be getting off at the next exit. He really didn't like Tamika, personality wise, but she was gorgeous and she had a name and that’s all that mattered to Mox at this time. He wasn't a fool; he knew she was only with him because he was a young, street nigga with a lot of money, but he also had his own personal reasons for befriending her.
     
    “What makes you so different, Tamika?” He questioned. “Sit here and tell me you ridin’ in my shit cause you like me. Go head and tell me that lie. You fuckin’ me because I got money, Tamika; I'm that nigga!” He shouted, pulling up to a red light.
     
    Tamika rolled her eyes, knowing he was absolutely correct, but she didn't give a fuck. This was her game. She only dealt with dudes that had money and she sure wasn't concerned whether it was legal or illegal. Her mentality was, use what you got, to get what you want.
     
    Once they exited the highway, all the roads were pitch black. Mox came to a stop and looked right to left for a street sign to help him figure out where he was. He and Tamika had been on the road six and a half hours in route to Danville, Virginia from New York City.
     
    Once he recognized the area, he relaxed. The light turned green and Mox pulled over to the curb.
     
    “What you pullin' over for, Mox?”
     
    Mox put the truck in park, hit the overhead light, reached to the backseat and grabbed a newspaper article. He glanced at it, shook his head and held it up for Tamika to see.
     
    “You see this?” Mox said.
     
    The clipping had a picture of a brown skinned kid with wavy hair and a chipped tooth smile. He was standing in the middle of a basketball court holding a ball.
     
    The headline read: 'First round NBA draft pick killed in robbery'
     
    Tamika looked confused. “I don’t understand?”
     
    Mox leaned his seat back and snatched the pearl handled nine from his waistline. He looked at Tamika and calmly placed it on the middle console. “I’ma give you another chance. Please don’t lie to me. I’m beggin’ you.”
     
    Tamika's nerves raged; she was terrified. I should’ve listened .
     
    They told her this nigga was crazy.
     
    She could barely get the words out. “Ye…yes, I remember.”
     
    “Good.” Mox smiled. “Now, take a real good look at this kid’s face.” he said, pointing at the young man’s face.
     
    Tamika took the clipping and put it to her face to see it clearer. She knew who it was, but now he looked even more familiar.
     
      She glanced at Mox.
     
    He sat, smiling. The same smile the kid had minus the chipped tooth. She couldn't believe it.
     
    “You can't believe it right?” Mox was holding the pearl handled weapon in his right hand, pointed directly at Tamika's head. “That was my little brother, Tamika.” Mox cried.
     
    She reached for the door handle, but the door was locked.
     
    She tried the unlock button, but nothing happened. She screamed to the top of her lungs. “HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!”
     
    Mox switched the gun to his left hand and wiped the tears from his cheek. “Bitch, you can scream for help all you want. Ain’t nobody gon' hear