Charm City Part 1 (Welcome to Bodymore Murdaland)

by S. L. Walker

“Hot damn! Do y’all know how to fucking make a man happy!” He teased looked us up and down. They didn’t look too bad themselves. Each had on matching black Armani suits all with different color ties and jewelry. Treach of course had his iced out diamond earrings and a large diamond pinky ring. His hair was in a nice fade, revealing his small curve design cut into the top of his head. He instantly glided over to Angel next to me.

  “Green Eyes. You look just like your name in all that white,” he played in Angel’s long hair that she had straightened. He held out his arm for her to take. “You are with me tonight,” he grinned. She took his arm and looked at me. “Let’s get you out this cold,” he then escorted her into the limo.

  “Raven, you are with my man DJ,” he pointed for DJ to take my arm. “Canon, you take spice girl,” he said, referring to Victoria. “And you with Nine,” he said to Eva.

  “You look nice,” DJ complimented me which threw me. He wasn’t one to compliment. “I like the eye glitter,” he pointed to my small pieces of silver glitter in the corners of my eyes.

  “Thank You,” I made my way into the Limo. I watched as Victoria and Eva entered the Limo behind me with Canon and Nine. The Limo had a few bottles; one Hennessy bottle was already opened. DJ popped one of the champagne bottles and let the suds hit the carpet and then we pulled off.

  “Nine will be telling the other girls the same program, but each of you will get a small briefcase filled with my finest,” he began pouring him and Angel a shot of the cognac.

  “We all strapped, but if we get checked and have to put our shit away, then it is what it is. I have backup waiting if shit don’t go right so don’t worry your pretty little heads,” he told us. DJ poured me a glass of champagne.

  “We will be heading around back and you do everything I tell you to do after that. Capiche?” He told us, but really was speaking to me. He handed Angel her drink. I was hoping she wouldn’t deny it and she didn’t; in fact she took the shot before he did.

  “Oh, well damn!” He laughed at her. We hit a bump almost spilling my champagne.

  “Be careful that dress looks expensive,” DJ joked. I hadn’t seen him barely crack a smile at me, let alone joke.

  “Oh, well it actually wasn’t. The necklace was, though,” I joked back touching the shiny stone. He laughed.

  “It’s nice,” he toasted to me and we both sipped our champagne eye to eye.

  CHAPTER 24

  It felt like a long drive and both Angel and Raven were a little tipsy, which helped take the edge off. Victoria and Eva were also drinking and feeling themselves in the other limo. Their eyes grew big when they pulled up to the large mansion on the top of the hill. Colorful lights cascaded the sky and music blasted like a scene out of a movie. Their limo road up the windy road and pulled around to the back yard area. The backyard was wide and had a forest of trees. There was a large guest house they stopped at. It was also booming with music and lights but more of an intimate setting. Each of them stepped out, eyeing the beautiful scene.

  “He’s like Scarface,” Victoria joked to Eva. Eva laughed. Canon handed Victoria a small black briefcase; Nine did the same to Eva.

  “Keep these close and tight. Do not let our arms go unless we let go of yours,” Nine told Eva and looked at Victoria. They both nodded their heads. Treach and DJ got out of their limos, handing Raven and Angel one too. Treach took Angel’s hand that he could feel trembling.

  “Cold?” He asked her.

  “Yeah, a little,” she lied. She was hoping the alcohol would last long enough for her but when she saw Big Willy walking out the door, she immediately sobered up. Raven took DJ’s arm as they greeted Big Willy.

  “Sup Folks!” He threw up his hands, looking and smiling at everyone. “Black people sho do know how to look like money,” he greeted us. I was surprised at how dapper his ass looked in an all white blazer, button up, and slacks. He even had some all white Stacey Adams. I couldn’t make out if his get up was designer but I was pretty sure it was. He had an all white hat on and platinum watch, chain and pinky ring. His big beard was lined and trimmed just right and he smelled like money.

  “What sup, Treach,” he slapped hands with Treach and noticed Angel on his arm right away. She was even more beautiful than he had thought and he was in love with the way her red lipstick curved her full lips. “I’m glad you brought this pretty thing to my party,” he looked Angel up and down.

  “I brought all of them,” Treach motioned at the girls who were also standing like models next to his men. One of Big Willy’s goons and a young woman dressed in a black mini dress walked up to them. The top of her cleavage popped out the top of her strapless dress and she didn’t even look too much older than the girls. She was tall and slim with a cute short bob cut and really long eyelashes complimenting her brown eyes. She walked up to Big Willy and wrapped her arms around his.

  “Well, welcome to mi casa. This is Brooke, and this is Eli,” he introduced them. Eli was the guy who opened the door for the girls that day. They recognized his face but he also looked different in his all black suit and black top hat.

  “Now, before we party, can we get down to this business,” he motioned for them to walk with him. They followed Big Willy, Brooke and Eli into the lit up guest house.

  “This shit is nice, cuz,” Treach complimented the scenery.

  “Yup, bought not rented eitha, nigga. All this shit you see, I paid for,” Big Willy bragged.

  They walked through the double doors revealing only a few people who were hanging out; some watching guard. It looked like one big office with two big white sectional couches in the middle and a big 65 inch TV in the corner. It had a large business desk bigger than a kitchen island and the walls were tan, decorated with gold art work and cougar statues. Brooke sashayed over to a small bar sitting perfectly in the corner and began to make drinks. Eli followed Big Willy to his matching white leather chair and stood next to him with Big Willy.

  “The ladies can sit on the couch if they’d like,” he pointed towards his couches.

  “They’re good,” Treach told him. Big Willy looked at the briefcases the girls had and put two and two together.

  “Aight, it’s just a bit uncomfortable all you niggas standing in front of me like a bunch of students,” Big Willy said. Brooke walked over to him and handed him a beer.

  “Aight, y'all go chill,” Treach motioned for them to sit on the couch. Like obedient children, they walked over in a single file line and sat on the couches.

  “Would y’all like something to drink? Brooke’s a mean Bartender. She can make anything you want,” Big Willy asked them.

  “We good, maybe they’ll want somethin’ though,” Treach referred to the girls. Brooke walked over to them.

  “Aight good, so, here’s mine, now where’s yours?” Big Willy pulled a bag from underneath his desk and sat it on the table in front of him. Eli unzipped the bag and pulled out stacks of cash.

  Meanwhile the girls all ordered shots that Brooke brought to them on a silver platter. She sat it on Big Willy’s white marble coffee table. Raven was trying to listen to their conversation as much as she could over the music that was playing. It wasn’t club loud but it was loud enough to drown out a distant conversation.

  “The girls have them. Nine?” Treach gestured for Nine and DJ to collect the briefcases from the girls. They walked over and grabbed them from the girls and opened them one by one revealing small blue bags of cocaine about $200,000 worth.

  “Mmmm mmm mmm, looks like Christmas morning. I like the packaging. Must’ve taken some time,” Big Willy licked his lips. He grabbed one packet, opening it a little to taste it. His closed eyes showed he was pleased. “I’ll take it!” He laughed. Treach smirked as if knowing his shit would never be a disappointment anyway.

  “One more thing, though. What do you plan on doing with them?” He nodded over to the girls who were barely in conversation. Raven wanted to know what was going on, Angel admired the gold paintings, and Victoria a
nd Eva were ordering more shots.

  “What chu mean?” Treach asked, curiously. Even DJ’s attention became more aware, remembering Kaitlin and how Treach gave Kaitlin to Lila so easily.

  “See Brooke there,” he watched as she made more drinks and then came over to see if he wanted anything.

  “Another one?” She took his half drunken beer. He grabbed her by her hand and brought her closer to him, caressing her ass.

  “She does a lot for me. Takes care of my ass and anything I need or want, she does it. I believe having one down ass bitch for you is coo, trustworthy. She’s my lil princess,” he grinned at her and she grinned back as if everything he said about her was more than true. The music had changed into the Luniz I Got Five On It, which caused the tuning to not be as loud on the radio. Raven stood up as if admiring one of his gold sculptures to get a better listen; even if it was partial.

  “But I need a Queen,” Big Willy told him. Brooke’s grin dwindled a bit. “Another beer, baby,” he shoo’d her off. Treach sensed her irritation as she quickly walked back to the bar.

  “So what’s your point, cuz?” Treach hated niggas that didn’t just ask for what they wanted.

  “Angel. How much you want for her?” Big Willy asked him sensing his irritation. Raven’s ears perked and she looked over at them. Treach looked over at Angel who was completely oblivious to their conversation. Brooke came back in time to hear his request and she frowned at Angel. She was definitely a beautiful girl. But if Big Willy liked Angel more than her, she knew she’d have problems.

  “Nah, they ain’t for sale, Big Willy. They do my runs for now that’s it. But if I do decide to, I got some good options for you,” Treach denied it. He definitely wouldn’t sell Angel to this dirt bag nigga even if he needed to. He had other plans for her.

  “Awwee nigga come on! Name your price,” Big Willy wasn’t convinced. Treach nervously laughed and began to think about his two Glocks in his back pants.

  “50 bands,” Big Willy put out there. Aaaaand I’ll even stock y’all up on some guns on our next shipment. AKs, you name it. Treach’s blood boiled. He really liked Angel and he didn’t know why, but Angel was his piece of candy and he wasn’t about to share with anyone; especially not before he had a taste.

  “Big Willy, man. I have to respectfully decline. I’ll gladly have her deliver any products you need from me under my supervision if you want. Or all the girls. They can come party, whateva,” this was his last time saying no. He had sensed that his men were on his same page. DJ, Nine, and Canon were probably already preparing to light this nigga up if they needed to. Big Willy had dismissed the few people he did have in there and had only Eli and Brooke with him surprisingly. To Treach, that was some stupid and low key diss shit. Big Willy felt like Treach and his boys weren’t a threat, then, but that hard shit will get you killed. Big Willy scratched his head and looked at Angel who had mistakenly made eye contact from looking at one of the painting pieces. Raven had nudged her to join her and told her she thought they were talking about her. Angel quickly looked away, fake smiled at Raven and pretended to talk about the painting.

  “I get it, then. She’s yours, huh?” Big Willy understood. He would have made Angel his, too. Treach didn’t like his look. He couldn’t read it.

  “They all are,” Treach told him. “And these are yours, all of it. Trust me, cuz, these bitches will satisfy you more than that little girl,” Treach pushed the briefcase of cocaine to Big Willy.

  “Aight, fair enough,” Big Willy sighed and closed the briefcases. Eli and Brooke grabbed the cases and headed out the door. Four more of Big Willy’s goons walked in right behind them, all in black tuxs and shades, looking like they just stepped out of the movie Men in Black. Treach and his boys looked back prepared to bust, even the girls didn’t like the look of what was about to happen.

  “Well, time to party! Please leave any weapons you have on you with them and let’s go fuck it up!” Big Willy hopped up out of his chair. DJ, Treach, Canon, and Nine motioned for the girls to join their arm again. Nine handed over his two nines then DJ handed over his guns.

  “The girls,” one of the men said.

  “They good,” Nine told him.

  “Uh, actually, um, sorry,” Victoria apologized, she kept a small razor in her left breast, something she learned from her mother to do when she felt she was going somewhere unsafe. She took the razor out and gave it to the man, afraid they’d search her and punish her for it. Big Willy let out a laugh.

  “Spice Girl,” Treach shook his head. Next, he gave his guns up along with Canon. “Y’all got anything either?” He asked them again, daring them to have a weapon on, them but doubted it in those tight dresses. They shook their head no and followed Big Willy. Nine gave the bag of money to the limo driver and told him to leave with it. The distant music caused a lot of the anxiety to go down a bit between everyone.

  Business was done.

  They entered through the back pool entrance where the distant music was more clear, where the DJ was playing some old school RUN DMC. People were dancing and grooving and the girls even noticed some of the same faces from the BBQ. There were about three BBQ pits going in the corner, some people in the heated pool, others mingling at standing tables. Big Willy Even had a small dance floor and couches in the corner for people to make out on.

  “Feel free to get down out here. We also allow skinny dipping,” he winked at the girls. There were only a couple girls in the pool that were fully naked, other than that they looked completely out of place. Big Willy then took them through the back door and left them to fend for themselves.

  “Enjoy niggas!” He peaced them out, grabbing Brooke by the hand and walking away.

  “Keep yo eyes out! We meet back here at 12 to bounce!” Treach yelled over the music. “Angel come with me a minute,” he told her in her ear and guided her away from the girls back towards the outside pool area.

  “Y’all trying to drink?!” Canon asked them, motioning to the bar not too far from them.

  “Margarita!” Victoria requested.

  “Tequila shot for me!” Raven added.

  “Me too!” Said Eva. The guys all left together to get the girls a drink.

  “Where the fuck do you think he took Angel?!” Eva instantly freaked out.

  “I don’t know!” Raven looked outside to where they walked away but couldn’t tell which way they had gone. “Big Willy offered to buy her, man!”

  “What?!” Victoria and Eva said simultaneously.

  “What the fuck did Treach say?!” Eva asked.

  “He said no, but I don’t really think Big Willy is gonna let up on it!” I told them.

  “Poor little Angel. It’s those damn green eyes!” Victoria frowned.

  “Treach told him we belonged to him!” Raven said.

  “What are we going to do?!” Victoria said, now stressing. The men were heading back with the drinks.

  “Shit, theres Kaitlin!” Eva pointed behind Raven. They looked to see Kaitlin effortlessly dancing to Jay Z with some gumpy looking black guy. She was dressed up in a short black tube top dress, iced out in diamonds, makeup flawless. She looked as if she was fake having a good time, but he was too loaded to care.

  “We need to talk to her!” Raven told them. The men finally walked up handing the girls their drinks.

  “You tryna dance?” DJ asked Raven. Raven looked at the girls.

  “Yeah, you want to?” Canon asked Victoria.

  “Sure,” they said together. Raven took her shot and Victoria took a few sips of her Margarita.

  “Um, I have to go use the bathroom,” Eva told Nine, understanding that the other girls were now about to be busy and she could see Kaitlin out the corner of her eye. Kaitlin ended her dance session which was now being remixed to Nelly’s Ride With Me, and heading to the bathroom herself.

  “Aight,” Nine said carelessly taking his shot and looking for the next fine thing he could see on the floor. Eva quickly took her shot and sat it
on the bar as she headed after Kaitlin.

  ANGEL

  Treach’s fingers slid over mine as he held my hand, caressing it back and forth. We were sitting in a small corner where the music was still fairly loud, but could chat. There were a few other people around us but they were pretty wrapped up in making out or smoking and winding down.

  “What is it about you, Green Eyes?” He said to me softly. I shrugged shyly, looking away from him onto the other partiers.

  “Let me ask you a question,” he leaned onto this small white bar table. “Did Big Willy do anything, or did you do anything for Big Willy the day y’all made my drop?”

  “Do anything? Do anything like what?” I asked him. I didn’t want to seem uneasy but I could never hide my feelings; I wore it all over my face. I pulled on some leaves off one of the bushes next to us.

  “Flirt with him, kiss him, say anything to make him feel some type of way about you cus I am having a hard time wandering why this nigga wants to buy you from me,” Treach looked at me sternly. I could tell Treach was jealous and I was amazed at how jealous he was actually being over me. He didn’t know me, either.

  “No,” I answered him. “Buy me?” I was afraid of what would come next.

  “You don’t gotta worry about that, baby, you not for sale,” he smiled and caressed my soft cheek.

  “He did want me to try the stuff with him, but that was it,” I told him relieved.

  “My blow?” He asked me. “You took some?”

  “No. Eva did,” I told him anxiously. He bit his lip as if thinking too hard and then looked at me with the weirdest of kind eyes.

  “Yo girls really fuck with you, huh? They must be some kind of loyal,” he grinned as if satisfied. He then leaned into me and kissed me; long. I was grossed out. His kiss was cold, too wet, and his breath smelled of liquor still. I was too afraid to pull away. He finally let my lips go and licked his lips over the red tint that came from my lipstick.

  “Just like honey,” his eyes looked at me like I was dessert. I seen that look before; from Sam. A cocktail waitress walked up to us with a plate full of champagne in small gold flute glasses.