Teflon Mafia by Alicia Howard, Drusilla Mars

different colors. The doctors believed she had a concussion from the fall and informed Binx they were getting prepared to do an X-ray to make sure she didn’t have any broken bones.
     
    Binx left the room to go outside and make a few phone calls being the doctor said they were also going to dope Mallory up for a few hours. He knew when she got admitted it will be hard to get anything out of her. The first person he called when he stepped outside the emergency room was his boy Tef. If anybody knew how to find and destroy anything it would be Tef; he was certified and very accurate. Mallory probably dogged him out like a motherfucker and fucked with his pride, but she definitely put him on his feet. If it weren’t for her, Binx wouldn’t be as successful as he was in the game right now. When they met he didn’t have anything and she still took him and made him a hustler. Being very appreciative of her he put a price tag on the perpetrators head without second guessing it.
     
    “What’s the word, B.?” Tef answered.
     
    “Yo, it’s some wicked shit flying round T!” Binx started. “Mal in the hospital somebody ran in her shit and gave her the blues.”
     
    “No, B!” Tef said. “Who that is committing suicide for fucking with the Queen?” Tef asked.
     
    “That’s what’s fucking with me Tef!” Binx replied. “These niggas know not to play with me on no shit like this… the beefs I have wouldn’t even amount to this,” Binx said.
     
    “I’mma make some calls and see if anybody talking about anything like this or is it some new nigga trying to make a name for himself,” Tef said.
     
    “If it is a new nigga I want his head cut from his neck-- no discussion or explanations,” Binx said into his phone. He looked around making sure his conversation wasn’t heard.
     
    “I gotcha playboy don’t sweat that,” Tef said into the phone.
     
    “Alright family,” Binx said. “Keep in touch wit me,”he added.
     
    “One hunnid.” Tef said, and then hung up the phone. Binx put his cell in his pocket and walked back inside the waiting area. He went up to the information desk to ask if Mallory had come back from taking her X-ray.
     
    “She’s been admitted to room three twenty-six on the third floor,” the lady told him.
     
    Binx caught the elevator up to the room and found the nurses making sure she had everything. When she provided them her name all of her insurance benefits came up so the doctors took advantage and ran the bill up. Once they turned the TV on and filled her jug up with crushed ice and water they were on their way out.
     
    “We have to fill out a report for the bruises on her body because she is physically in bad shape. Surprisingly and thankfully that she didn’t break anything, but she will have to go through therapy to regain the strength in her body.” The doctor informed Binx about Mallory’s state. “We’ll keep her for about five days to make sure she doesn’t have any internal bleeding.” The doctor added.
     
    Binx looked at his girl, and then shook his head indicating he understood. The doctors left the room and Binx took a seat in the chair beside the bed. He didn’t know if this was her father’s old enemies looking for payback or his own beef. Binx didn’t know what or who he was up against at this point in the game and only hoped she woke up to tell him what she knew.
     
    A knock at the door caused Binx to put his hand on his gun, but when the person walked in he was at ease. He’d forgotten that he’d called his mama on the way to the hospital and told her what happened-- just as always she was there. Binx stood to his feet and gave her a hug, and then offered her his seat “What happened Binx?” She asked looking at Mallory whom was sound asleep so fast. Binx wondered should Mallory have been awoke if she suffered from a concussion.
     
    “I just dropped Brina off back to her mama and Mal call me saying she needed me so I flew over there and