Page 16 of Virgo Type Sh*t
I caught Mekole trying to hide her smile. Fiona, however, didn’t. “Communication is the most important thing. There are going to be days when you don’t want to talk, but you have to. If you need to take a second to get it together, do that, but don’t ever just not talk. Hold each other accountable to that.”
Croy chuckled. “Man, there was a time when I thought Fiona and I were going to kill each other. Croya’s mama popped her ass up like hey, this is your daughter. Her ass was trifling as fuck. I had to remind Fiona daily to not put a bullet in that girl’s head.” When I asked what happened, he snickered. “She shot that damn girl in the hand.”
“That bitch deserved to get shot in the damn head,” Fiona quipped. “Like Croy said, relationships aren’t easy, and bothof you know that from previous relationships.” When her brow hitched, I knew that Croy told her about my ex.
For another hour we got advice from Fiona and Croy on ways to help our relationship be successful. That was the goal for both of us. I started our relationship like I’d done all of my other relationships . . . abruptly. This one was the most abrupt, but it was also the one that I wanted to go to the end more than any of the others.
Back To the Present . . .
“Yeah, we takin’ our relationship one day at a time. Croy and Fiona gave us a lot of good advice.” I appreciated the fact that everyone wanted our relationship to be successful.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Damn, I forgot we had dis nigga in the trunk,” I said with a chuckle. “Let’s finish this shit. I’m ready to go home.”
We were in the middle of nowhere, in the damn woods. “I’ll go ahead and call them. This shit is going to take less than five minutes.” Ned pulled his bat phone out to make the call to the clean-up team. They had already been out here to set the shit up, but they had to finish the job.
We got out of the car to go to the trunk where Johnny Boy was. I stopped to get what I needed from the back seat. The kids’ grandfather wanted this to be a quick one. The storyline of his disappearance was already set in place. “Please don’t do this,man,” Johnathan cried. “Why y’all doing this shit to me, man? I don’t fuck wit’ nobody.”
This man couldn’t be serious. “You call fuckin’ on lil churn not fuckin’ wit nobody? I know you fuckin’ lying.” My disdain filled the air.
His whimpering quieted. “Wh-what? I—I never touched anyone. I’m not a pedo.”
Ned punched the dude in the face with his gloved fist. “Nigga, you a pedo. Ya lil girlfriend let you have your way with her kids on some desperate, I need a man shit. Well, now y’all can be together in hell.”
“What do you mean!” He yelled when Ned pulled him out of the car. He was bound, so it wasn’t like he could go anywhere. “Help! Help!”
I smacked him on the back of the head. “Man, shut all dat yellin’ up. We in da middle ah no fuckin’ where. Who you think ’bout to hear you, dummy!”
We walked him back into the woods using the locator shit that we were given to find the already dug grave. Johnny Boy must have accepted his fate, because his ass cried silently instead of all of that screaming. Ned looked at his bat phone for a second before he told me that the ETA for the crew was seven minutes.
After a damn ten-minute walk we finally got to the open grave. I reached in it to grab the locator probe and put it in my pocket. “Aye, why dis grave seem so shallow?”
Ned shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, I’on know or care. If it’s like that, there has to be a reason.” He pushed Johnathan into the grave and turned him onto his back.
I pulled the pump back on my shot gun. “I wish you well in hell, nigga.” Before he could get out another word, his face was obliterated.
Minutes later, the crew arrived and immediately got to work. One dude reached in and got the bullet out of Johnny Boy’s head. Three others started to undress him.
My cheeks turned up when Galiana walked toward us with my baby next to her. They talked lowly to each other. “Hey, guys. We got it from here.”
I wanted to remain professional, but in the same breath, I wanted to take my baby ten trees over and fuck the shit out of her. “Cool, we’ll get gone. I got one question though. Why da grave so shallow? I thought you supposed ta bury a body six feet deep.”
Since I startedmy work with Galiana, I’d been out on four assignments. I didn’t do any manual labor or anything. It was more like I observed and gave feedback. Galiana asked me about different methods or if I thought something could have been done differently. I learned methods to get rid of bodies, create cover stories, and what went into making sure that cover story panned out.
I got a glimpse of how the behind the scenes worked as far as the story cover up. For my situation, a week after they were reported missing, Mauri was able to create a deep-fake phone call of James and Faheeta to their mothers to let them know that they were in Paris. I didn’t know how she planned to make that shit seem plausible. Mauri and Taelyn proved why theywere beasts at what they did. Somehow, they placed James and Faheeta’s names on a flight manifest to Paris, in the TSA system, to show that they went through it, and camera feed. When I asked where she got the camera feed from, I was told that the lovely couple had taken a trip already to Paris and that was why that location was selected. Taelyn hacked into the system, retrieved the footage, and manipulated it for what we needed it for, then erased the original footage.
The shit was epic. They even went as far as to place them on the records of a hotel, with an open-ended stay. Someone on their team in Paris pulled footage of James and Faheeta there as well. It was all impressive, but it was also maddening. That nigga took her ass to Paris, and I got bitched at if I wanted to go to Miami. From the recording of the call that was made to the mothers, they were in a little disbelief, but it was what it was. Faheeta’s mother was in more disbelief than James’s.
“Cool, we’ll get gone. I got one question though. Why da grave so shallow? I thought you supposed ta bury a body six feet deep,” T.J. asked after Galiana told them that they could leave.
I was the lead on this assignment when it came to how we were to dispose of the body. I had a week to come up with a proposition to run it by Galiana. She was impressed when I told her what I wanted to do.
Galiana’s head turned toward me with a smile. When she nodded at me, I smiled. “Well, I prefer green conservational burials. Six feet deep is too deep for natural decomposition. That’s the anaerobic soil layer, which means there is no oxygen. Without oxygen, it slows decomposition which causes that nasty smell that creates methane.” I felt the sparkle in my eyes as I talked about the science behind the why.
I pointed at the grave. “Um, the best depth for green conservational burials is three feet. That’s the aerobic soil layer. That’s where the oxygen microbes thrive best. What those do isbreak down bodies naturally and, more importantly, efficiently, which returns the nutrients of the body back to the earth. Also, native plant roots can’t reach six feet deep, but they do at three feet. The wildlife in the area and the fungi will wrap up everything beautifully. So, although this fuck boy was hell on earth, his body will be able to give back to the beauty of life.”
Ned stared at me blankly. T.J. had a wide smile and starry eyes. “If it wasn’t unprofessional, I’d take your ass ten trees over and fuck the shit out of you.”
