Grind Mode

by Willie Slaughter

  “Lil Will, you just know I’m crazy ’bout your ass,” Monica said.

  “Likewise,” was his comment. “But I also know I’m gon’ make this a night you’ll never forget.”

  *******

  “Henry, this Teddy. Where you at, fam?”

  “With Sabrina, enjoying myself. Why?”

  “Meet me at The Sand-Trap in an hour. Call the S.M.F. niggas. That package just dropped.”

  “Got you. Say no more.”

  They hung up. Teddy sat in deep thought. “Now, I just got to think of how I’m gon’ keep these two niggas from hitting or killing each other tonight.”

  Richard Boy couldn’t keep from laughing. But he knew Teddy was right.

  “Word. But aye, when my nigga Lil Will coming back to Albany?” he asked Teddy. “I can’t believe my nigga been gone so long and he came and left without letting a nigga know.”

  “Shit, he popped up on me,” Teddy said. “Let’s handle this move. Stick close by 'cause he’s supposed to hit me later on.”

  “Word,” Richard Boy said, smiling.

  Richard Boy was a Slaughter Boy to the heart. Hustling, killing, and fucking something good was all his resume consisted of. If you were family and wanted a nigga missing, you called Richard Boy. At 6’6” and 245 pounds, he was a hard hitter, but a gentle giant to the ladies.

  They pulled up and around back at The Sand-Trap. Everybody who got the call was already there waiting. Teddy and Richard-Boy hopped out all business in their mannerism. Once they’d shown face, everybody else started getting out of their rides.

  Henry was there with killers from S.M.F. Mike and his crew of killers was there too. Teddy could see the heat rising just like he could feel it. He let out a sigh, which was more like a silent prayer.

  “What’s good?” Teddy asked, addressing everyone. “Bee had other pressing issues, so he told me to step in on his behalf.”

  Everybody nodded, really ready to get the business over with. Henry looked across the way at Mike. Teddy didn’t hesitate to grab him pulling him close, telling him, “Not now, my nigga. Let’s handle this business tonight.”

  Still sizing Mike up, Henry smiled. “You know a nigga ain’t gon’ fuck up a great thing, Teddy. However, you can’t save the nigga. His ass going to die.”

  Teddy shook his head in disbelief. “What happened, Henry? Y'all fools got fucked up and couldn’t cope?”

  “Nah,” Henry said. “The nigga got beside himself after I asked ’bout a bitch. As I was leaving the party, the nigga upped the K on me from behind. Nigga should have handled his business ’cause now his ass gon’ get cashed in.”

  “Dammit, man,” Teddy said nervously. “A’ight. Let’s just get through the night.”

  “Bet, fam,” Henry said as he dapped Teddy up.

  As they all were headed through the back-door, Teddy hit the connect to let them know they were on the way up. He knocked on the door, and a dark-skinned guy opened it. Nobody walked in but Teddy, Henry, and Mike, who quickly noticed all nine of the men who were already in the room. Teddy shook hands with them and asked, “So, y'all my fam, people?”

  “That’s right,” said the connect, who was not a small nigga at all. He stood 6’4” and was built like a linebacker. “Let’s get down to business.”

  Teddy and one of the men who went by the name Lee left the others, and walked into the next room, where boxes were stacked six feet high in a row. Teddy rubbed his hands together and asked Lee, “Damn, is this the work?”

  “Yeah,” Lee replied with a chuckle.

  “Fuck!” Teddy exclaimed. “This town ain’t ready for this shit.”

  Teddy was all smiles, but Lee maintained a straight face. “Well, what was you expecting?”

  “You right, my nigga,” Teddy said. “Let’s get this shit up out of here. I got a team outside that’s gon’ move it.”

  “A’ight, bro,” Lee said, unconcerned with how they were going to move the product.

  “Don’t worry. We going to show you around and get y’all up top niggas some of this southern pussy,” Teddy said with a smile.

  Lee hunched his shoulders, not really caring one way or another. “Sounds good to me.”

  “Good. Let’s go,” Teddy replied enthusiastically.

  Lee, Teddy, and the rest of the connect crew along with Mike and Henry sat and passed around four blunts of kush while watching Teddy’s, Mike’s, and Henry’s main runners and gunners move the shipment out of the building and into the trunks of their rides.

  The whole time, Henry was on edge, really wanting to pop off on Mike for the stunt he’d pulled. But due to his word to Teddy, he decided to go with the flow until he could catch Mike’s ass in uncharted territory.

  *******

  Monica had given in to Lil Will’s desires. She was lying in bed on her back, getting served some good head.

  “Damn, Monica, this pussy tastes so fuckin’ good,” Lil Will proclaimed, face deep between her thighs.

  “Yes…yes!” Monica screamed. “Eat this pussy, daddy. It’s yours. Ah fuck!”

  He was sucking on her clit so hard you would’ve thought he was trying to put a hickey on the pussy. The more she grinded on his face, the more he felt like the pussy was talking to him.

  “I’m cummin’, daddy,” she screamed. “Ooooh…oh… baby…” He sucked on her pussy harder. “Cum on this tongue, baby.”

  And she did. He flipped her over and entered her from the back doggy style. She tried to prop up on her hands, but he held the arch in her back while long dicking her nice and slow.

  “Ah… Monica,” he groaned from the sensational feeling of her hot and wet pussy.

  “Yes, baby?” she asked in a seductive voice.

  “This pussy too good,” was Lil Will’s response.

  “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” she screamed as he began to pound away hard and fast.

  He couldn’t stay up in it much longer. She met his thrust pound for pound. Her pussy was ocean wet and volcano hot. The sound of it mixed with his thighs slapping hard against her amazing fat ass was a perfect combination. They gave each other a hundred ten percent of their sex. Out of breath and well pleased, they finally collapsed on the bed. She rolled over and laid her head on his chest.

  “Baby, why don’t you just get out the game and be with me?” she asked him.

  “Monica, we been over this,” Lil Will replied. “I will be soon. I’m just trying to make sure we’re good and my mama straight. Trust me. I’m getting out.”

  “Good,” Monica said, feeling pressure removed by his answer. “The sooner, the better.”

  They went to sleep holding each other.

  Chapter Six

  “Good morning, baby,” Monica said, walking through the bedroom door. “Rise and shine. I got you breakfast in bed.”

  Lil Will sat up in the bed with a smile on his face. “That’s why you my number one,” he said.

  She smiled devilishly and said, “You going to take me shopping today?”

  “Girl, I would love to,” Lil Will said, trying to sound reassuring, “but I got to go handle this business with the fam. Do you want to come? We can take you shopping after the fact.”

  “Shit no,” Monica said quickly. “Ain’t nobody wearing shit bitches dressing in down here. I’m talking ’bout Bean Town shopping, baby.”

  “Well, how ’bout I leave you fifty G’s and a first-class ticket back to Boston?” he asked. “That should hold you down 'til I get back.”

  Monica stood next to the bed with her hands on her hips, looking sexy as ever. “And when will that be, Mister?”

  Lil Will, still having thoughts about laying her down and sexing her one more time before he left, replied, “When I’m done wrapping shit up down here.”

  “I can’t keep doing this shit, Will,” Monica said, eyes glossing over from the emotions she was feeling.

  “Listen,” he said after sighing, “you know what I do. You know what you were signing on to.”

 
“Not this!” she snapped. “Nigga, I ain’t trying to be a widow before I toss the flowers over my shoulder good.”

  Lil Will saw the point she was making. “I understand that. I’m telling you, it’ll be over soon.”

  “When?” she countered. “You keep saying the same ole shit, Lil Will.”

  Lil Will’s phone was vibrating on the lamp stand. “Hold on. This damn phone going crazy.” He picked up the phone and answered. “Yeah.”

  “It’s Mark,” the caller said. “You need to get over here to Red’s house now. Big problem, fam.”

  “I’m on the way,” Lil Will said, looking Monica in the eyes. She was heated and he knew it. “Give me a minute, fam.” He hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. He hopped up out of the bed and pulled her close and tongued her down before saying, “Have a safe trip back. I love you, Monica.”

  Lil Will got dressed and hurried out the door. Whatever the problem was, he knew he wanted it to be over with already because he didn’t want any bullshit fucking with his money.

  *******

  Mark had hung up the phone and was back at it. “You know the rules, my nigga,” he said to Mike-Mike, “and you broke rule number one.”

  “Come on, Mark,” Mike-Mike said, scared half to death. “Them pigs had my ass in the swivel. Said if I didn’t say shit, I was gettin 2 L’s plus ten fo’ the shit they got out of my house. Honestly, I didn’t know I had so much work at my spot.”

  Mike-Mike had found himself in a sticky situation. He was one of Lil Will’s runners who really liked to floss. The shit had caught up with him. The feds had kicked in his door and given him the ultimate ultimatum: either snitch, or his ass was going upstate.

  Mark looked at him sideways. “So your ass been slipping?”

  “No, fam,” Mike-Mike answered nervously. “Listen, fam, I got a wife and kids with a hundred grand a year job. What was I supposed to do?”

  “Keep yo’ fuckin’ mouth shut, Mike-Mike,” Mark said harshly.

  Mark hit him in the head with the pistol, sending blood splattering on the floor. Mike-Mike’s face was already fucked up. Knots everywhere and his eyes were swollen shut. That last blow sent him unconscious.

  One of Mark’s men grabbed him by the neck. “Wake yo’ bitch ass up. You gon’ feel this shit, nigga.”

  Mike-Mike regained consciousness, but it was hard to focus on one thing. The pain kept him fading in and out. “Fuck! I’m sorry, bruh! I fucked up!”

  Lil Will had walked in. He took one look at Mike-Mike and sighed, saying, “Mike-Mike, what’s up? Nigga, I just missed a five star breakfast with a great piece of pussy on the platter, so start talking. What’s the problem?”

  “Fam,” Mike-Mike said, shaking like a leaf on a tree, “I swear it wasn’t me. The nigga Tony was dropping dimes.”

  “What?” Lil Will asked, interested in hearing more.

  “Yeah,” Mike-Mike said weakly. “Will, man, them folks had all the intel they needed on a nigga. They kicked in my door asking questions ’bout the whole crew.”

  “Okay,” Lil Will said nonchalantly. “What did you tell ’em?”

  Scared and nervous, Mike- Mike responded, saying, “Bruh, they told me I was goin’ down on 2 L’s plus ten fo’ the weight a nigga holdin’.”

  “Nigga, that ain’t what I asked you,” Lil Will said in a cold tone. “What came out of yo’ mouth?”

  Mike-Mike flinched, knowing he was going to get hit with the pistol again. But when it didn’t come, he spoke up. “I told ’em yo’ name was Black and you was from D.C. Also that you was renting a room from me. I swear, fam, on everything, I ain’t no rat.”

  Lil Will nodded silently, in deep thought. He asked Mark what he thought. Mark took one good look at Mike-Mike and said, “I think we should off the nigga. Talking is talking. No matter if ya giving up false intel or not. It might be a nigga that fits the dime ya dropped and Slaughter Boyz don’t get down like that fo’ a get out of jail free card. Nigga, this ain’t Monopoly.”

  Lil Will was hearing the shit Mark was saying, but something wasn’t right. He thought back to the night he and Mark were at the club, when he had to call a blackout because of the way Fred and Rimp acted. Then the thought hit him. How in the hell did they find their way to Boston and just so happen to be in the same spot? The nigga didn’t believe in coincidence.

  “Yo, check this out,” Lil Will said to Mark. “Mark, when’s the last time you seen Fred and Rimp?”

  Mark thought for a minute before answering. “Fam, I ain’t seen them since Friday at the club. Why?”

  “Look. Find them niggas,” Lil Will said angrily. “Put a hundred G’s on them niggas’ heads. Bring ’em in alive.”

  “A’ight, fam,” Mark replied.

  Lil Will looked at Mike-Mike. “Y’all clean this nigga up,” he told Mark’s jump out crew, “and put 80 G’s in his pockets. Mike-Mike, you a good nigga. Sorry ’bout this misunderstanding.”

  As they untied Mike-Mike, he looked at Lil Will and said, “I understand. I’m just glad you a good judge of a nigga’s loyalty to ya.”

  “Fo’ sho’,” Lil Will said. “But listen. Let me or Mark know if you need anything or if the alphabet boys come fuckin’ with you again. Lay low fo’ a minute.”

  “That’s love, fam,” Mike-Mike said.

  “Fo’ sho’,” Lil Will said before turning his attention to Mark. “Mark, let me holla at ya.”

  They walked out of the room, leaving the others to clean Mike-Mike up.

  Mark posted up on the wall out in the hallway and said, “What’s on your mind, Lil Will?”

  “I need you to take Mike-Mike and whoever else you choose and fly up to Boston,” Lil Will said while putting the rest of the plan together in his mind. “Y’all can hold shit down up there while I handle this biz down here. Monica already headed back up. Make sho’ she good.”

  “Gotcha, fam,” Mark replied.

  “’Preciate ya,” Lil Will responded. “And Mark, let me do the thinking from here on.”

  *******

  The FBI had snatched Fred up. It looked like a real arrest to the public, which was what they wanted. Back at the station they took the cuffs off and offered Fred something to eat, drink, and smoke.

  “Yeah,” Fred said. “I’ll have a steak and potato smothered in gravy. Make sho’ my steak well done. I appreciate ya. Now what the fuck do you all want?”

  His attitude was annoying to the agents, Scott and Dunlap.

  “Shut the fuck up and listen, wannabe-ass nigga,” Agent Dunlap demanded. “We want to know every move Lil Will makes and where he going to be before he knows it.”

  Fred was nervous. The thought of doing what they were asking scared him more than anything. “Man, y’all play some dirty-ass games. Y’all tryin’ to get a nigga whacked? This nigga ain’t slow. It’s only a matter of time before he puts this shit in perspective.”

  “Sounds like your ass needs to get what we need then, Freddy,” retorted Agent Scott.

  Fred sighed, knowing he had stepped off into some deep shit. “I got you. Just give me a minute. I got to make sure I do it in a way where I can cover my own ass when this shit go down.”

  “You got thirty days,” Agent Dunlap scolded. “Don’t forget, we want him on the spot with the product. You got that?”

  Shook up, Fred said, “Yeah, I understand.”

  “Let’s leave this scary-ass nigga to his steak and potato, Agent Dunlap,” said Agent Scott. “You know your way out.”

  “It’s hard for me not to!” Fred yelled at the agents.

  The agents walked out of the room just as his food arrived. Heated and in deep thought, Fred’s conscience was fucking with him. Here he was being disloyal to a nigga who had been nothing but loyal to him and his family. And there was the other thought: his family.

  The feds had him pinned him on some heavy shit that would have him down so long he’d be like a ghost of the past to the streets. Not to mention the baby he had on the way. He
finished his meal and walked out, trying to figure out how to right his wrong, but he knew to tell Lil Will meant death.

  Later on, still thinking about the best way to clear his conscience, Fred lay in bed tossing and turning. In no way was shit adding up for him, so he picked up the phone and hit Rimp.

  “Fred, what’s good, fam?” Rimp asked after answering the phone. “A nigga been trying to get at you all day. Where you at?”

  Paranoid, Fred said, “I’m chilling in the room. Why? What’s going on?”

  “Something is going down. Everybody is to meet up tonight. Check yo’ texts,” Rimp said finally.

  “Alright, my nigga. Bet,” Fred responded.

  They hung up. Fred, out of frustration, punched the wall. “Fuck! I can’t go out like this. I got to let him know what’s happening.”

  He hightailed out of the room so fast that he left his phone. He found himself at his baby mama Holly’s crib. Without speaking, he ran into the bathroom and locked the door. She ran to the bathroom door.

  “Fred, what’s wrong?” Holly asked through the door.

  “Too damn much!” he yelled back through the door. “You got to get away from here! I’m putting you on a plane to Miami! Stay with your moms for a while ’til I get this shit straight!”

  Holly beat on the door. “Open this door and talk to me.”

  He unlocked the door. She saw the tears and worry in his eyes as he said, “I fucked up. I fucked up bad. You ain’t safe ’round me, so you got to leave.”

  She embraced his head, holding him between her breasts, which were so soft.

  “Okay, baby,” was her response. “Everything is going to be okay. You’ll straighten it out. I know you will.”

  “Holly, you don’t understand how bad I’ve fucked up,” Fred said. “Everything I did, I did for you and the baby.”

  “I know, Fred,” she said in a soft tone of voice. “And we love you for everything you do.”