Grind Mode

by Willie Slaughter

  Hearing that sparked Mike’s curiosity. He couldn’t hold it in. He had to know if what he was thinking Lil Will was talking about was the same as what his thoughts were. “Wait a minute,” Mike said in a harsh tone of voice. “You saying Dink set you up, Lil Will?”

  Lil Will waved the question off. “Don’t ask me shit.” He pointed at Dink. “There the nigga go.”

  Mike stared Dink in the eyes. Dink, feeling the pressure, defended himself by saying, “I told him Earl put it in the car, and I forgot to get it before he left.”

  “Whatever, nigga,” Lil Will said with a smirk on his face while pouring another glass of Patron and turning it up.

  Dink's facial expression went sour. He shook his head and said, “That’s exactly why we can’t be in the same room.”

  Lil Will continued to laugh and said, “Look, Dink, here’s how it is. Either you’re in, or you’re out. You’re family, so ain’t no hard feelings.”

  “I’m out, my nigga,” Dink said in defiance of his brother. “Let’s go, baby.”

  His wife, Whitney, got up, and they left.

  Teddy inhaled and choked on the chronic smoke. “Man, fuck that nigga,” he said as he coughed and passed Mike the blunt.

  Mike looked at Lil Will nonchalantly and asked, “Do I need to make that nigga obsolete?”

  “No!” Lil Will exclaimed louder than he wanted to. “What the fuck is wrong with you niggas? It’s Slaughter Boyz ’til death! That nigga will always be a Slaughter Boy!”

  “You right, my nigga,” Mike said. “Calm your nerves.”

  “However,” Lil Will started saying while puffing on the blunt of Gas, “if push comes to shove, shit happens. ’Til then, let’s see how he plays his hand.”

  Chapter Three

  Lil Will pulled up to Sopia’s crib, hopped out, and knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?” Sopia yelled from somewhere in the house.

  “Bitch, stop playing and open the door!” he yelled back, beating on the front door.

  The door swung open, and so did his mouth. Lil Will’s eyes roamed the full length of the sexuality before him. The mental picture he had of her from fifteen years ago was shattered by the figure standing in the doorway.

  “Dammit, man,” Sopia said, realizing he was stuck in the moment, “are you comin’ in or what?” She turned around and walked off, leaving the front door wide open.

  She didn’t have to invite him in twice. He walked on in, closing and locking the door behind him. He strolled into the living room, where she sat smoking a blunt of some good and eyeing him as he walked in and sat down.

  “Nigga, you empty handed,” she asked. “Where the alcohol?”

  “What?” he asked comically. “When did you get on the oil?”

  “Nigga, it’s a lot you don’t know ’bout me,” she said proudly, “or about what I do.”

  “Like what,” Lil Will asked.

  Sopia laughed. “Nigga, count the years. I’m a grown-ass woman. I have my own shit.”

  “Sounds like the same shit everybody’s saying,” Lil Will said with a little bit of sarcasm. “I guess you think your shit don’t stink either.”

  “Don’t put words in my mouth that don’t belong to my mind, Mister,” she shot back with a lot more sarcasm.

  “Shhh…” Lil Will said while sliding close up on her and kissing her. He sucked on her bottom lip just to make sure she knew what his intention was. The softness and taste of her lips didn’t disappoint him in any way. “Damn, Sopia,” he said lustfully, “you taste so damn sweet.”

  She smiled and said, “Boy, if you only knew. I’m sweet all over, between and inside.”

  Lil Will slid his hand between her thighs and started rubbing on her. “Oh, really?”

  “It’s only one way to find out,” she said seductively, moving his hand before standing up. “You don’t have to take my word for it.” She stripped down to her birthday suit and threw the matching black bra and thong on the floor. “Lil Will, do you know how long I’ve waited for this dick?” she asked.

  “Ain’t no way yo’ sexy ass gon' tell me or make me believe niggas haven’t been tryin’ to slang dick yo’ way.”

  “What?” Sopia said defensively. “Nigga, this pussy ain’t on display for every nigga to run up in. For the record, only two niggas been between these thighs, and I’m ’bout to fuck one of them now.”

  Right then, he pulled her close. The lust building within him for her was real. She made him feel like no woman ever did.

  “Now are you gonna please this pussy or just stare at it, daddy?” she asked as she sat on the couch next to him?

  “You know I’m down, girl,” was his response before he started kissing her lips and then he made his way south, where he spread her legs wide and held them. Without giving it a second thought, he thrust his tongue deep inside her sex, which immediately became wet with sweet, strawberry-tasting juices. She moaned uncontrollably and became wetter and wetter as he tongued her pussy down with French kisses, sucking on the clit, causing her to cum.

  “Ooooh…shit…baby…baby… That’s it… That’s my spot! Goddamn! That tongue is heaven sent! Don’t stop! Eat this pussy, baby!” she screamed.

  “Mmm… Is this pussy mine?” he asked while still tonguing her pussy down.

  “Hell yeah, baby,” she proclaimed. “It’s all yours! Ooooh!”

  Sopia’s body trembled from the explosive climax. Lil Will, with a job well done, came up for air. Without hesitation, he thrust three fingers inside of her, finger fucking her slowly, and said, “Damn, this pussy is so hot and wet.”

  “Uh huh… Oh baby… Yes, daddy,” she said in between moans.

  She reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit while he continued to stroke her with his fingers. Another orgasm claimed her body, driving her crazy. Moaning out of control, she sucked and licked her sweet-tasting juices off his and her fingers, something she knew turned him on.

  “Baby, I need that dick in my life,” Sopia said lustfully. “Don’t play with this pussy, baby. Fill me up with that big dick.”

  As he entered her, she spread her legs wider. When he was balls deep inside the pussy, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked on to him.

  “Yes…baby…Fuck me! Mmm… Mmm!” she screamed at the top of her lungs!

  “Damn, Sopia, this pussy good! You know you got the bomb,” he said in response to her demands.

  Still screaming at the top of her lungs, she said, “It’s yours, baby! It’s all yours! Damn, this dick is touching my soul!”

  Feeling his release coming, Lil Will let it be known that he was about to cum. “I can’t hold on much longer, baby! This pussy too good! I’m ’bout to cum!”

  “Cum in this good pussy, daddy!” she screamed. “Cum for mommy!”

  Their bodies slapped hard against each other. The sight of her hard nipples and pretty red titties bouncing around freely did the trick. Each thrust came harder and faster until the release came fast and strong, causing them to grind it on out slowly.

  Feeling more than satisfied, he stood up and pulled up his boxers and pants. “Sopia, fuckin’ with you, a nigga gon' catch a case ’bout this pussy.”

  “Why thank you for the compliment,” she replied while sitting up straight. “That dick is Grade-A itself.”

  Lil Will chuckled and responded to her comment, saying, “Pleasure’s all mine.”

  She left the room and went into the kitchen. Sopia was just as experienced in that field as she was at being sexy and handling her business between the sheets.

  “Damn, nigga,” she said, “you dicked a bitch down so good I might not be able to get up for work.”

  *******

  It was 4:30 a.m. Mike had dropped Henry off a package.

  “What’s good, Henry?” Mike asked, handing him the package.

  “Grinding, my nigga. Some shit don’t change for some of us out here. We like alligators in the swamp. A nigga come up to eat when it’s necessary, and
it’s necessary every day,” Henry said.

  Henry was a kingpin in Albany, a nigga about his business. Everybody who ever crossed him or thought about crossing him ended up on a missing person’s report. The nigga himself was a tall, skinny, lanky nigga. However, his paper made up for the weight he didn’t have.

  “Mike, I hear yo’ boy Bee’s brother back in town,” said Henry.

  “Yeah,” responded Mike.

  “That fool been missing in action for a minute. I hope he don’t think shit still the same.”

  Mike looked at him sideways. “Damn, bro. What’s on your mental?” he asked Henry.

  “I’m just sayin’, Mike,” Henry said nonchalantly. “The north is mines, and ain’t no bitch in my blood.”

  “Henry, stop tripping, my nigga. We know how you get down,” Mike said.

  “So you say,” Henry said with a light touch of sarcasm.

  “Shit ain’t cutthroat like that, Henry. Lil Will just tryin’ to bring more money and business into his fold. The Slaughter Boyz got to eat,” Mike said.

  “Shit, I’m down with the movement, Mike. Hit me on the hip and let me know something,” Henry said.

  “Fo’ sho’,” Mike replied.

  Henry reached inside the driver’s side of the car window and dapped Mike up. “One, my nigga.”

  As soon as he drove off, Mike hit Bee on speed dial. Bee’s phone vibrated, and he answered.

  “What’s good, fam?”

  “Cooling,” said Mike.

  “Gotta be more than cooling. Nigga, it’s too early in the a.m.,” Bee retorted. “Talk to me.”

  “Just left Henry’s spot,” Mike said.

  “Word?” Bee said, sounding interested in what Mike had to say.

  “Yeah,” Mike responded, “and he knows Lil Will is back.”

  “Damn. News travels fast. So, what he talking ’bout?” Bee asked.

  “My nigga,” Mike shot back, “I ain’t Inspector Gadget. But for the most part, the nigga had his questions. After I gave him some understanding, he said he was Brandy. A wary thought’s in my mind, so I suggest we stay on point.”

  “Fo’ sho’, fam. Keep bird eyes on that nigga,” Bee cautioned.

  “I’m on it,” Mike said before hanging up.

  Chapter Four

  Teddy was riding through the projects on the South, collecting dues. He pulled up at the trap run by Tae, who was a distant relative of his on his mother’s side. He wasn’t a Slaughter, but he was still family and he knew how to hustle.

  “Tae, what’s good?” Teddy asked. “Why you let these niggas draw heat with all this bitchin’ like hoes? You know, bruh home, and certain shit ain’t flying with, ’round, or by him. Y'all niggas better get it together.”

  “Don’t trip,” Tae said. “I’m handling shit properly, Teddy.”

  “Alright, my nigga. Come on with the money. A nigga got shit do,” Teddy said demandingly.

  Tae ducked off in the crib and returned carrying a brown paper bag that he handed to Teddy. “Here you go, fam. It’s an extra thirty G’s plus in there for the re-up.”

  “Say that ain’t real,” Teddy said approvingly. “You been getting it in.”

  Tae responded, saying, “Slaughter Boyz. It’s what we do.”

  *******

  Sopia sat in her apartment, chilling, smoking a blunt to the head when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was her home girl Sabrina. She answered it. “Hello?”

  Always on the hype, Sabrina responded, saying, “Hey Sopia. It’s me, Sabrina. What’s up?”

  Sopia hit the blunt before responding. “Girl, you know that nigga Lil Will back, and he ain’t takin’ no shorts from nobody.”

  “You know it’s all ’bout that cheddar with niggas like that,” Sabrina said sarcastically. “It ain’t no secret you been fucked up over him since middle school.”

  Sopia got a little defensive. “So what, bitch?”

  “I’m just saying, homegirl,” Sabrina said in a mild tone of voice, trying to smooth things over, “you been gone over the dick since way back when. Besides, your happy go-getting ass ain’t been ’round since the nigga got back.”

  Sopia choked on the smoke. “Can’t argue that. Don’t worry. I’m back on my shit. He’s gone back to Boston for some shit.”

  “Well, bitch, that’s yo’ freedom ticket,” Sabrina said loudly over the phone.

  “I know, right?” Sopia said in between coughs. “I heard Monica having something at her spot tonight. Be ready by ten.”

  “Say no more. Bye,” Sabrina said and then hung up.

  Sopia hung up and made her way downstairs in her apartment to grab something to drink. Before heading back upstairs, she looked out the window, seeing that same kind of truck Lil Will drove pass by. At least she thought she did, anyway. She shook her head in disbelief and went straight to the shower. Damn, I gotta shake this nigga from my mind, she thought to herself while showering.

  *******

  Back in Boston, Mark and Lil Will were kicking it in one of Mark’s spot on 13th Street.

  “These pills gon’ fuck Albany up. Fam, they ain’t ready fo’ the shit we bringing,” Lil Will said enthusiastically.

  “You definitely right about that, Will,” Mark responded, “but, fuck ’em. Them crooked-ass pigs been getting their weight up fo’ years. My nigga, we playing catch up.”

  Mark was Lil Will’s ride and die partner. They’d met in the feds on the yard. Some fools from Jersey had tried to get at Lil Will and would’ve banged him up if Mark had not been there. The two of them, along with some of Mark’s homies from Boston, showed their asses on the yard that day, having the Jersey niggas airlifted for medical treatment. Being side by side in the hole, Lil Will and Mark had several conversations about getting out and getting to the paper, and here they were making their talk reality.

  “That’s real nigga shit,” Lil Will said, hyped up.

  “Let’s go enjoy ourselves, fam. No need of makin’ money if you can’t enjoy it,” responded Mark.

  *******

  “Man, look at all these bad bitches!” Fred took in his surroundings with a smile that said “I’m in pussy heaven!” His partner Rimp had his eyes on one piece in the puzzle.

  Fred was a runner. At 6’3”, 222 pounds with a blue black complexion, he was about his business. He and his player partner Rimp, who was 5’8”, 190 pounds with a high yellow complexion, were two of the most loyal runners in the game. Both of them worked for Lil Will.

  “Yo, who’s that with Lisa?” he asked Fred.

  Fred looked over in the direction Rimp was pointing. “That’s Tonya.”

  Rimp looked himself over, making sure he had his shit together. “I got to see what’s on her mind.”

  “Fam, she fuck with Tae when he came up here once,” Fred said. “Ever since then, that nigga keep more eyes on that bitch than homeland security got cameras.”

  “Word,” Rimp said, looking surprised.

  *******

  Lil Will and Mark found themselves sitting in the VIP section. Lil Will scoped the scene. It was a fly place with top notch females from different backgrounds.

  “My nigga, you couldn’t have chosen a better spot,” Lil Will said, seeing two bad broads sashaying by their booth.

  Mark laughed as they touched glasses of Patron. “Real niggas get served real nigga shit,” he said before downing the shot.

  Lil Will thought he was tripping when he saw two familiar faces in the club. “Say, fam. Ain’t that Fred and Rimp?”

  Mark looked up. “Damn, sho’ is.”

  “Send somebody to get them niggas and get some more drinks over here,” said Lil Will.

  “I got it, fam,” Mark replied.

  Mark strolled out of the booth. Not two minutes later, Lil Will’s phone started vibrating. He answered. “Speak, nigga.”

  “We got a problem,” the voice on the other line said.

  “What it is?” asked Lil Will

  “Mike-Mike just
got knocked,” answered the man on the other end.

  “When? With what,” Lil Will asked, sounding a little paranoid.

  “Hell if I know, but the alphabet boys was there,” the man replied.

  Lil Will rubbed the back of his head. “Fuck. Send somebody to clean house, and tell everybody it’s a blackout.”

  “Got you, fam. One,” the caller hung up.

  Lil Will hung up just as Mark returned with Fred and Rimp. Mark took one look at him and could tell some shit just went sour. “What’s the deal?” he asked Lil Will.

  Lil Will pounded his fist against the table. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Call everybody and tell them to meet up on 2nd and 3rd Street. Blackout.”

  Mark poured himself another shot of Patron and asked, “Damn. Is it that bad, fam?”

  “Yeah,” answered Lil Will, still rubbing his head. “Fred and Rimp, y'all go get Black-Eye.”

  “You sho’?” asked Fred.

  Black-Eye was not what you would consider the average nigga. His military background, plus his Black Panther Party background, equaled a walking and talking killer. Everybody who hung around Black-Eye knew that anytime the police came through and he was around, they had to get somewhere unless they wanted to be witness to a possible cop killing.

  Lil Will looked at Fred coldly. “Just do it and meet us at the warehouse.”

  “Got you, fam,” Fred said before he and Rimp left the booth.

  *******

  Teddy had called Bee after hearing about the shit that had gone down. “What’s good, Bee? Where you at?”

  “I’m on the East. What’s up?” Bee asked his brother.

  “Need to see you ASAP,” he replied.

  “A’ight.” Bee looked at the time on his Citizen timepiece. “Meet me at Big-Dad’s in ten minutes.”