“I knew you would change your mind. We don’t chase, we replace.” I was acting tough, but I really wanted to be laid up with shorty. Here I was, about to do some goofy lame ass shit just to get her attention. Women didn’t know when they had it made, it was shit like this that turned niggas into savages. All she had to do was talk to me, instead she was playing and now my ass was too.
“Just drive and shut the fuck up.” Turning up the radio, he did just that. When we pulled up, I decided to get out of my funk. I was here now and it was plenty of bitches here to look at. None of them looked like my shorty, but they was here. As soon as we walked in, Shitz had the bottles rolling through. I took three shots off the top and I was feeling good. Handing the waitress a stack of money, I told her to bring me back some ones. I may as well go all out since I was here.
When I got my singles, I stood up at the stage and took a pic of me making it rain. Since I was already under lame status, I put a caption saying I don’t chase money, but bitches do. After I posted it, I decided to actually have a good time. They must have upgraded their bitches or I was drunk, because some of them were looking good in here. One chick was getting all my singles because she knew how to work it. After she was done on stage, she came over to me. I knew she thought I was a sucker, but I decided to play along.
The club was packed and I didn’t want the niggas to think I was fronting and didn’t have any more money. Taking the hundred dollar bills, I showered them on shorty while she danced all over my dick. You could tell Shitz was enjoying this. He felt he had his nigga back. Since she was getting all my money, I decided to make her work for it.
Grabbing her by the ass, I lifted her up and put her on my lap. I massaged her breasts as I stuck bills in her straps. Out of nowhere, the hoe went flying off my lap to the floor. I looked up and my shorty was holding a gun. Smirking at me, she ran over to the girl and started pistol whooping her. Security tried to grab Roulette and I didn’t like that shit so I hit his ass with my piece.
“Fuck. Yall niggas ain’t got no class.” Shitz screamed out before he joined in on the madness. Ten minutes later, we were running out of the side door to avoid the police we know they called. In the parking lot, we all fell out laughing. I was turned on like a mother fucker and I needed shorty tonight. Leaning in, I tried to grab her and pull her to me when she hit my ass over the head with her gun.
“You got me fucked up. You got that bitch scent all over you and you think you about to be on me. Get your bitch ass in the back seat and get straight in the shower when we get home.” Shitz had this shocked look on his face and then fell the fuck out laughing.
“Naw bruh. I didn’t know that’s why you was scared to talk about her. You a victim. Shorty be beating your ass.” Pissed was an understatement as he laughed and she looked smug. I knew I couldn’t hit her ass back with the gun, but I had some other shit in mind for her ass. I did what she asked and Shitz got a good laugh off that shit. I knew my time was coming and I would get the last laugh. Wiping the blood from my face, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. This bitch was crazy and I was gone have to show her my petty runs deep.
Pulling up to my house, she took her clothes off and got in the bed. Jumping in the shower, I made sure the stripper’s scent was completely gone. Grabbing some shorts, I went downstairs to the kitchen. After I found what I was looking for, I went back to my room. Cutting the TV on, I was going to use that for light. I needed the room to be dark for what I had in mind.
“Shorty, imma teach you how to suck dick using this powder I got. Shit will have me tingling and you wet as hell.”
“You know my pussy juicy don’t play with me.”
“Just try this for me okay.” When she nodded, I cut the light off and climbed out of my shorts. Pouring the powder on my dick, I made sure it was a mountain of it on the tip. “Just go deep and swallow. I don’t need all them kisses and shit today.” Doing what I asked, she went down deep on the dick. Out of nowhere, she started choking and gagging. Holding her head, I made her swallow all the cinnamon I put on my shit. She was scratching and clawing trying to get up, but I held her head down. When snot started shooting out of her nose, I decided to let her up. Tears ran down her face mixed with snot and all I could do was laugh.
“Hit me again, it’s going to get worse every time. Stop playing with me Shorty. You won’t win. I’m the king of petty. You don’t wanna play this game.” She was about to slap me until I gave her a look. I had a million shits up my sleeve and I didn’t mind making her suffer.
“You started the shit with the picture. Your ass don’t even be on IG, so I know you did it for me to see that shit. You a clown and you mad because I beat your ass.”
“I sure the fuck did. That ass was fat too. You wanted to play games and not answer, I showed you I can play em better. Now shut the fuck up and come get this dick. Get over it, I won this round.” My phone went off and I looked and saw it was Shitz.
SHITZ: I told you the shit would work my nigga. You can thank me for the pussy you getting right now, unless she beating your ass. Blink once if you okay, twice if you want me to come help you
ME: Fuck you bitch talk to you tomorrow
“Fuck are you waiting on, come get this dick. If you mad, take it out on me during sex. If you just gone lay there and pout turn the TV off, so I don’t have to see the shit.” Climbing on top of me, she slammed down on my dick hard. Wincing from the pain, I knew I was gone have to beat her shit up. She was trying to go ham on my shit, but I knew how to take control. Flipping her over, I pulled her up to me in the doggy position. Pushing myself back inside, I punished her pussy for all the stunts she was pulling lately. When she tried to run, I locked her ass down.
“Naw, you gone take this shit. You had so much to say, talk that shit now.” Her words wouldn’t form and I continued to murder her shit. I held my nut for an hour and a half just so I could fuck her senseless. By the time I came, her right pussy lip was hanging. She was snoring before her head hit the pillow. Even though she couldn’t see me, I stood up and did my I beat that shit up dance. Laughing at my clownery, I got back in the bed and passed the fuck out.
The next morning…
Roulette was still sleep, so I went downstairs to have Julia make her some breakfast. I had to meet up with one of my distros and I didn’t want her to think I was mad at her. Food was my peace offering. Shorty took the punishment though even when she tried to run a couple of times. I had experienced hoes that couldn’t take it when I beat it up like that. Seeing a woman sitting at the counter snapped me out of my thoughts. My mama walked in, and I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Good morning son. How are you on this fine morning? Me, oh I’m doing just great. It’s good to know that you and Roulette are back together. That’s the shit I wanted to see.” Fuck the fact that she was chipper as shit, I wanted to know how she knew shorty was here. Also, why the fuck was she carrying a conversation by herself.
“Ma, what the fuck you on? How you know she was here.” Waving me off, she went and poured some coffee.
“You’re always so uptight now days. I was in the front when you came in. Your ass never looked my way and I knew I would see you in the morning. How is things going with Vicious?” She was comfortable as hell talking around this woman and I wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
“Ma, who is this.” Waving me off again, she moved around the kitchen like it was nothing.
“This is an old friend who used to hang with me when your father was alive. She knows all about our business. Now, I asked you a question. How is the shit with Vicious coming along?” Never taking my eyes off the woman, I finally answered.
“Hit a dead end. I couldn’t figure out how to get near him and the attacks just stopped. I guess he is satisfied now and feels like he avenged his friend.” Shaking her head no, she sat down.
“Vicious doesn’t just stop. He is somewhere plotting. It’s ok, I should have handled it myself. You just continue to do what yo
u are doing and I will handle the rest.” Not wanting to keep talking in front of this lady, I left the shit alone and walked out. In due time, I would find out what she was up to and I would intervene.
Vicious was my issue, not hers. I know everybody scared of the nigga, but he was only doing what anyone would do if someone shot up their door step. I would deal with Vicious when the time came. Roulette wasn’t ready and I didn’t plan on forcing her. When I went back upstairs, shorty was gone. I looked all around and she was nowhere in sight. As far as I knew, we didn’t have tunnels, so I have no idea how she snuck up out of there without me seeing her.
I also didn’t know why she wanted to keep playing this game. All I was doing was trying to show her what a real nigga looks like. She’s so used to it being just her and Vicious, that her ass couldn’t take someone else entering her space. Grabbing my phone, I called her.
“Morning.” This mother fucker said that like she didn’t just leave up out of my house without saying a word. Shit like this made me want to lay hands on her, but I wasn’t that nigga.
“Why the fuck you leave without saying anything? What type of games you playing shorty? Let me know so I can get on board.”
“Damn Cap, just give me some space. I’m trying to figure all of this shit out and I can’t do that with you crowding me. Let me figure all of this out with my daddy first and then we can be together.
“You got me fucked up. Do what you feel you need to, but I ain’t sitting around waiting on a bitch.” I felt bad for calling her out of her name, but she was pissing me off. “The types of games you play, I ain’t into. It was nice meeting you shorty, but I’m straight.”
“Now you wanna play the hurt game. If you hurt, I’m hurt too. I’ll see you when I’m done handling business.”
“Naw you won’t shorty, I’m off that.” Hanging up the phone, I punched a hole in the wall. I was supposed to run some errands today, but if I went around anybody, I would take the shit out on them. Laying back down, I needed to clear my head and detox off shorty.
Laughing out loud, I couldn’t believe I got played by a virgin. Shitz was gone have a field day with this one. Closing my eyes, I took my dumb ass back to sleep. It wasn’t even ten yet and a nigga was ready to shoot a bitch’s head off they body. Yeah, Roulette can have that shit. I’m straight. Even though I kept repeating it, I knew I was only trying to convince myself.
Nineteen
VICIOUS
“Nigga I never knew I could hurt like this after I lost Kelly. I barely see my own daughter and have no idea what is going on with her. I’m not gone lie, I haven’t been by to check on boo. It hurts too much to look at her. Looking at her would be like looking at you. I’m taking this shit hard as fuck.” Sitting on Fat Back’s grave, I cried as I poured my heart out to my brother. This was the first time I felt out of control and didn’t know what else to do. Shit was fucked up and I needed some type of guidance. I was losing it and I was going out of my mind. Kalina didn’t even know that Lisa was kidnapped.
“Remember how we said once the girls got out of school, we were going to go buy an island. Your ass was like, my nigga you know how many foreign bitches I can fuck if we did that shit. If it’s our island, ain’t it like we own they ass. I laughed at you for weeks. What kind of slave master bullshit was that? You never judged me on shit I did and you were always there to pick up the pieces when I fucked up. Where the fuck are you now? I’m fucking up bad and you’re nowhere in sight. My ass done went back to the streets, Lisa done got kidnapped, and Kalina out here doing God knows what.
What kind of brother would leave knowing how that would kill everybody? You saw what Kelly’s death did to me. Why the fuck would you take me through that again? I’m starting to feel like all this shit is my fault. I set my karma twenty two years ago when I fucked that bitch. That night I made a deal with the devil and I’m paying for it today. Anyone close to me is losing their life and I have to watch and do nothing. That’s the worst kind of torture for a street nigga.” The silence was killing me, so I had to stand up. Pacing back and forth, I needed him to talk to me and it was killing me he couldn’t.
“Tell me what to do nigga. BRO, TELL ME WHAT TO DO.” The tears fell and I broke down. Out of nowhere, I heard him say never trust a bitch that will tip toe the pussy to a nigga. It was so clear, I had to look around and make sure he wasn’t standing there. Hugging his tombstone, I got up laughing. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me my nigga. It felt like I was going crazy. I couldn’t stop laughing and high fiving the air. If anyone was watching me, I know they thought I was out of my damn mind. In that moment, it’s like I could feel my nigga right there high fiving with me.
“I know what you thinking, now that I done helped his ass he ain’t coming back, I’ll be back my nigga. Thank you and rest peacefully. I love you bro.” After saying my goodbyes, I jumped in my car and headed to the city. Some shit he said to me way back when, is the very thing that gave me what the fuck I was looking for. I couldn’t believe this bitch was the key the entire time. My phone rung and I saw it was an unknown number. Picking up, I was prepared this time.
“Hello Vicious. It’s nice to see that you have been keeping your word. I’m done making you wait and here are your conditions to get your girl and baby back. I want one hundred million dollars dropped off to a location of my choice in forty eight hours. Are we clear on that?” Laughing, I almost hit the car in front of me at the obscene amount they were asking for. It wasn’t about the money, I had that shit and then some. The shit was funny because they thought she was worth that.
“It’s cheaper to keep her my nigga.” Hanging up the phone, I continued driving to my destination. My phone rang again and I knew I threw they ass off.
“You do know that if you don’t give up the money, we will kill her and your baby?”
“Make sure it’s long and she suffers. Now quit calling my phone, I got some people to kill, but don’t worry, I’m coming for you next.” Hanging up, got excited when I pulled up to the house I was looking for. Getting out, I tested the knob and it was open. Niggas was gone learn one day. It’s a lot of niggas I’ve killed without a struggle because of stupid shit like this.
Making my way through the house, I stood in the doorway of the front room. I watched as my nigga of damn near thirty years smoked a crack pipe. They say niggas would do anything for a hit, but I never thought my nigga would be one. Our team was solid, but I guess I was wrong. His ass didn’t even realize I was standing there. Allowing him to get the last high of his life, I waited until he was done.
“What up Freeno. Let’s chat for a minute.” His eyes damn near popped out of his head. Looking down, he noticed I had a velvet box in my hand. See, I knew Freeno would tell what he knew in order to save his own pathetic ass life. He would def be getting a box sent home.
“What up Vicious. Why you looking all crazy like you ready to kill a nigga. I’m still waiting on that money you owe me too.” Sitting down in front of him, I looked at him long and hard.
“As funny as it may seem, Fat Back is the one that led me here. The entire time I was with Lisa, he kept telling me don’t trust her ass. Now that I’m thinking about everything, I realized you’re the one that hooked me up with her. You were adamant about me meeting her. Once I started fucking with her, you showed up at my house more than usual. It didn’t dawn on me then, because you’re my A1 and your ass wouldn’t do shit like that. Not when you know what I’m capable of. I didn’t stop to think how the fuck a crack head had a brand new Benz and a house. Nigga’s ain’t saving that kind of money.” The fear on his face let me know I was moving in the right direction.
“See, when you told me that shit about Roulette, I pondered on that shit for days, weeks even. I couldn’t understand how it could be a woman that was close to me. Lisa is not Roulette, but that was your way of trying to tell me not to trust her. You still had some loyalty left in those cracked out ass bones. I’m here to see how much loyalty is left. Who paid you to h
ook me up with Lisa.”
“Vicious, look man I was in a bad spot and needed the drugs. I had no money and you and Fat Back just left like we wasn’t shit. Yall didn’t care that we were no longer eating.”
“Nigga you had the same amount of money we did. Your ass chose to put the shit in a glass dick. That was on you. I have somewhere else to be and all I want to know is who the fuck sent her my way.” His ass was in tears and he was still scared of the people that hired him.
“It was Lex and them. I don’t know why or what they wanted with you. I assumed it was the money. I’m sorry, I didn’t know they was gone try to kill you. That’s why I came to warn you.”
“Naw nigga, what you should have said was get that bitch out of your crib she setting you up.” Grabbing my knife, I leaped across the table and sat on top of him. “You know the rules Freeno. If you snitch, a gift goes home to your loved ones.” His screams hurt my heart because he was my friend, but I didn’t change up no matter who it was. Grabbing his tongue, I cut it out and slit his throat. Placing it in a box, I left out. Driving by his mama’s house, I put it in her mailbox and left.
Heading over to Lex’s spot, I grabbed a box for his ass as well. I needed to know who the head was and I didn’t give a fuck who I had to take out. Lex had a nice crew, so I grabbed my gun and screwed the silencer on. Parking my car, I got out and shot the nigga on the porch. Walking in the door, I shot everything moving, leaving a massacre laying at Lex’s feet. He should have known he would have to eventually see me.
“Vicious what the fuck you on. You know your ass done kicked off a war right?” Laughing, I pointed my gun at him.
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