by Renta
As I stumbled outta the after-hours, I was on my ass. The majority of my niggaz had either went home to their wifey or crept off with one of the jump offs. Me and Dino had two lil’ freaks that went to one of the universities, which one, I couldn’t recall. But I do know, I was ‘bout to run up in one or—maybe both of ‘em, depending on the alcohol.
“Damn, folk, it’s chilly as a mu’fucka,” Dino exclaimed.
I was so busy watching the bitches booty cheeks as they walked in front of us, that I ain’t even notice the hawk—until some heat lit up the night. The yella broad in front of Dino flew backward. The only indication that something was wrong, was the sound of that pipe sounding like a helicopter blade, as it spits fire at us—well that and the yella hoes face missing. I sobered up real quick. You can call me a hoe ass nigga or whatever, but I snatched the dark skin shawty into a choke hold, attempting to use her as a shield. I knew that wasn’t gonna stop no major heat, but it served its purpose as lil’ one’s head snapped back like Mike Tyson had punched her in the face.
She got two heavy to hold, so I dropped her and up the Nina, letting loose blindly as I ran for cover. Diving across the hood of a grey Buick, the spray of bullets that zigzagged across it after me, told me that whoever was gunnin’ for us was fa’sho wit it! Damn—fuck was Dino—God must be ready to beef cause as soon as the thought crossed my mind. I spotted Dino on one knee letting off with two pistols screaming some shit I couldn’t hear over the thunderous gunfire. He had blood spilling from his lips and in live motion, I watched my niggaz head bust open, and his body jerk at the same time.
Heat filled my eyes as four blue-bandanna clad niggaz ran up on him. A big nigga stood over fam and emptied the whole clip. I heard the gun click as sirens interrupted the night. Three of the niggaz take off.
“Let’s go, Cuz—the boys on the way,” someone yelled.
Big dude pulled the bandanna from over his face and pointed the empty gun in my direction, then he smiled and disappeared into the night. Vengeance swam into my veins as I remembered the pussy ass nigga that stood in the line wit’ the Rick Ross beard—the nigga that laughed like he knew the world’s biggest secret!
Chapter Nine
Shit Done Got Real
~Ice-Berg~
Ever since I revealed my identity to my lil’ homies Twisted and Lil Joe things have been bitter sweet. My lil’ cuz Twisted was getting comfortable in his position of power, and truthfully it suited him, so me showing up didn’t blow over to well, as he’d gotten used to the idea of me being dead and him taking the reins. But once I was able to prove, I was who I proclaimed to be, he had no other choice but to hail to the king. It was either that or die for something he’d one day get back. The nigga was family, but if I could kill my sister, a woman who came outta my mama’s pussy. I would do the same to my uncle’s son.
I sat at the head of the long oak placed in one of the dining rooms of my new seventy-five hundred square foot home, my mind carried me back to the day I first laid eyes on the opulence of Russia’s mini-mansion. I vowed I’d have that shit, I knew I was destined to be a boss. The five bedroom, four bathrooms, and Akee wood floors was merely the appetizer to the main course, which was the shark tank I had built into my floor.
I had five baby sharks that inhabited it as the tank ran a curving trial throughout the house in the form of a river ending in the master bedroom. The glass enclosure made it look as though, you were walking on aqua water and my five pets. It was danger trapped within a place of beauty.
“Say bruh, you shoulda saw how that boy thinking cap exploded when we hit him with the whole sixteen, Cuz. I just wish I coulda got the sucka that dove over the car as well,” D-Kuz raved as if he didn’t get the wrong nigga.
My grey eyes flicked over to Twisted for less than a second. “Cuz, you didn’t get ya man’s! Now, not only will the niggaz be on alert, but now it’s about to be a war! We don’t even know for sure it was them niggaz that wet the block up, and to top it off, yo’ stupid ass revealed yo’ face to the nigga Tomorrow like he ain’t a killa. That nigga may be young, but he’s as vicious as the Chucky Doll.” I sniffed the imported cigar filled with Perique. My mouth watered at the thought of the strongly flavored black tobacco from Louisiana. “You missed ya man, fam. Now, Pain and Assata will be gunnin’ for us.”
Fear registered on his face, as I leaned to the left and allowed one of my henchmen to light my new addiction.
“But—but, I— I got—”
“Tha wrong mu’fucka!” I slammed my hand onto the table. “It’s groovy tho, Hoova—you’ll get ‘em next time.”
“Yea, you know, I won’t fuck up like that no more, Cuz—that’s on, OG—”
His words were cut short by the thin line of razor wire Twisted looped around his neck. The surprise was evident, as he tried to get his hands up under it, but that only made it clinch into his neck deeper. Hell burned in Twisted’s eyes as he salivated for the kill. Through a fat cloud of smoke, I watched the fight for dominance between life or death, Twisted thirsted for death, but D-Kuz was dehydrating to live.
“Yea, Cuz, you will get ‘em, but it will be in the next life where they’ll join you. First though, purgatory. You’ll take the same journey Dunte Alighieri took in his poem, ‘The Divine Comedy’,” I hissed, as death took the lead on the will to live.
D-Kuz was a big dude so Twisted had to work a little, but as homie’s eyes went white and the spasms ceased. I could tell all them push-ups family did in lock-up paid off. A thin sheen of sweat covered his face, as he had to force the wire out of the deep ravine that it sliced into dude’s larynx. The eight men sitting there with me didn’t seem to enjoy it at all.
“Gentlemen, when I say get ya mans—You get your fuckin’ manz! If you whacked the whole house, you better be sure you get the people you came for!”
Twisted sat at the head of the table opposite of me, looking as if the kill had given him life. I smiled at fam, he was gonna make a good boss one day. I snapped my fingers, the room suddenly buzzed with the activity of my in-house staff, that filled the table up with specially prepared dishes.
“You cats enjoy your breakfast.” I turned my eyes to look over at D-Kuz slumped over in his seat, his head was back, with the inside of his neck revealing.
I realized that life had fucked me up, damn Nutz, I warned you, Cuz.
***
~Pain~
“Oh—my—fucking—G—G—God!” Tessa screamed as I dug in that pussy.
I held her ass cheeks open and short stroked the pussy, as she played with her clit. The lil’ bitch had just enough for me to hold on to as I did my thang, she threw it back at a pimp as I watched the pussy swallow me like a starved feline.
“Put—put your thumb in my ass, Daddy!” She was going stupid on the dick.
I put my thumb in my mouth, then pushed it against her exit wound, like butter it melted inside and locked around my knuckle gently, yet firm. I pulled my dick out halfway and drove balls deep—as hard and fast as I could.
“Ye-yeah—give it to me, Daddy! Oh, I’m—give—shit! Jesus—I’m ‘bout—to—cum on this dick,” she whined, as she tried to crawl away from the savagery I was putting on that fat mu’fucka between her legs.
She released sexy whines from her lips as my nuts tightened. My third leg throbbed as my eruption rushed through my body like a butted train with no breaks. I lifted my eyes from the sight of her shaking ass cheeks. I fell into a frenzy and looked over at Marcella as she stared at us. Her fingers were wet with her juices as she feverishly played with that monkey. I damn near saw stars as my soul exploded from my dick like it was cast out by Jesus himself. A loud moan caused me to look over at Mar as the last drop of my seed emptied into Tessa’s essence.
Her eyes were somewhere in the back of her head and for the hundredth time, I asked myself why these hoes were acting like we couldn’t all do us merely cause they were best friends? They had prolly done more than this before but now they were on the ‘we
got limits trip’. Some females never ceased to amaze me. I wished we wouldn’t have dropped Armani’s thick ass off, but shorty wasn’t with it. She seemed fucked up ‘bout something but shit—it was what it was. I pulled out of Tessa and fell face first into the mattress on my last leg.
“Uh-hmm—nigga, you got me fucked up,” Tessa laughed. “I know this pussy ain’t put yo’ lil’ ass to sleep—not you—‘Mr. I’ma put that ass to bed’,” she teased.
Marcella grabbed her clothes and headed from the bathroom. “Bitch, if you’re gonna be fuckin’ this nigga and riskin’ yo’ life with Twisted’s crazy ass, you better get used to it, cause Pain’s sorry ass gets lazy when he got that brown liquor in his liver.” That’s all I heard before my lights faded to black—shit had just got real!
***
~Detective Hunter~
“Motherfucker, what the fuck, Hunt? Why didn’t we call this in? They just murdered that man in cold blood and we just sat back and let it happen,” Winslet hyperventilated.
I placed the binoculars in my lap and bit into the jelly roll, I’d purchased for the wait. Jelly dribbled onto my white button up, I used my hand to clean it up as best as I could. I looked over at Winslet, the expression on her face was a mixture of disgust and horror.
“Winslet, have you forgotten, I’m on disciplinary leave for the botched arrest of James Swanson,” I asked heatedly. “We sat here and watched them commit murder because for one that’s one less murderer that we have to deal with. Two our mission is on a much larger scale than what we just witnessed, and last but not least, the undercover work you’re about to do for me won’t blow over too well, if you would’ve jumped out like you’re a female version of Alex Cross.” The confused look on her face prepared me for the war of words about to ensue.
“Undercover work? What undercover work?” she exploded.
“You’re about to infiltrate Assata Jackson’s circle. He’s the key to finding the scumbag, David Swanson. We have to bring these guys to their knees. Our dear city depends on—me being reinstated, Winslet. I need you to back me on this partner. I can’t pull it off without you.” Before I could even finish pleading my case, she shook her head.
“No—I’m not having anything to do with this, Hunter. This is absurd! I will not place my job, nor my life on the line for your crazed obsession with a ghost. We both saw that house—the blood stains. The shell casings—the man is dead, Hunt—dead. Now if you want to get your job back, I suggest you go to your superiors and plead your case. You have a license to your own practice, fight for it. Don’t keep shoveling shit on top of the fresh batch you’ve already wiped your ass from. We’ve been working together for a long time, Hunter, I’ve always respected you as an upright officer of the law, don’t make my belief a past particle.”
A wicked smile creased my lips, “Oh, you’ll do it—in fact, you’ll do it and like it,” I growled. “If not, the whole force between here and Fort Worth will know your dirty little secrets.
***
~Armani~
Two days later
“Mami—Mami—Mami, Aunty Kris is here. Mami—Mami—wake up!” My five -year old daughter jumped up and down on my sleigh bed, on the verge of making me pop her lil’ ass.
“Bitch, you still sleep? It’s two in the afternoon! What time you get off last night? I know them niggas wasn’t throwing that many dollars,” My sister Kristasia laughed, as her black ass opened my drapes to let some light into my room.
I groaned in frustration as an instant headache made me squeeze my already closed eyes tighter. “Bitch, why you gotta be so loud, Kris?” I pouted like a lil’ girl, then threw back the comforter, and stumbled out of bed. My ass cheeks jiggled with each step and since I’d slept in nothin’ but a t-shirt and thong, it wasn’t no controlling it. “Arugh, you get on my nerves, Kris!” I slammed the door to the bathroom and shook my head at my sister’s laughter.
The night had been long indeed. I did overtime at the office building I worked at, in downtown Dallas. At 6:30 p.m., I rushed into class ten minutes late. If that wasn’t enough, I made it home just in time to take a quick shower and get to the club before them thirsty hoes I worked with sucked all the money up. By the time, I made it home, it was two o’clock in the morning and I had to be at my primary job at five! Shit, I had to call in! I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face to wake up.
As I looked up into the mirror, my Nubian skin radiated, but my eyes contradict my beauty. I was so sleep deprived, I knew, I’d have an old face before the age of thirty-one if I didn’t slow my ass down. I popped an Advil and stepped back into my room to find my bed made, and my sister in my closet flipping through my clothes. “What the fuck! Kristasia, did I forget to tell you, you get on my nerves?”
She burst out in her goofy ass laughter as she exited the closet, right as I laid across my bed. She threw a skin-tight pink Marchesa gown, and a pink and gold pair of Zanotti, shoes elevated with pistols for a heel on the bed also.
I looked at her confused. “Girl, you know you can’t fit my clothes. All that ass you got, you’ll bust my shit. If you do, that ass is coming off some of that money you and that nigga got put up for that wedding!”
She merely rolled her eyes. “Mani—why the hell would I need to squeeze all this ass in one of your dresses when I have a closet filled with clothes I haven’t even worn yet? No, sweetheart, this is for all this ass to squeeze into,” she said, as she slapped me on my bare ass cheeks reminding me I was still in my thong and t-shirt.
I scrunched my nose up, she must had shit confused! “Uhh, I’m not going anywhere, Kris. I have a ton of homework to do and I got so much shit to do here that I’ve been putting off. I—”
“Bihh, miss me with the extras. We’re going to the block party in the Kreek. You better be ready by three. We ain’t kicked it together since I started my business.” I had to laugh, as she gave me her best puppy dog look. I loved my girl, she knew, I couldn’t tell her no.
***
~Assata~
The block was on and popping as I pulled up in the Kreek in this wine red painted monster. The 2018 Navi was squatting on twenty-eight-inch chrome, big heads that was blinding as I pulled to a stop in front of my Aunt Pearls house. The high and lows flooded the interior of the truck as J. Cole’s ‘Three Wishes’ beat so hard from the push of the subs in the back. It was hot as a bitch, so I had a forest green bandanna tied around the fresh, high, bald-fade I’d just got this morning. I was shirtless a usual, after enduring all the pain for this ink on my skin, I’d better show it off.
I was dressed in tan Gucci shorts that cuffed at the bottom revealing the forest green and red Gucci pattern, that also accentuated the forest green Gucci shoes with the tan Gucci logo. You already know my ice game was sick! Kush smoke snaked from my lips, and as I observed my corner through rose-tinted Versace lenses. One thing became powerfully evident, more than it had ever been. My people had become complacent with dire circumstances, the ghetto!
I glanced down at the Uzi 22LR in my lap, and ran my hand over the twenty-round magazine, as I wondered how did we as a people become so barbaric to the point, that in order to enjoy a sunny day in our own neighborhood, we had to have submachine guns at the ready? Somehow, the war stopped being with the mu’fuckas tryin’ to keep us in the hood and started with the mu’fuckas that’s ‘pose to be fighting the same fight. Jarred from my thoughts, the passenger door opened, I tightened my grip on the Uzi, with a beastly look on my face.
“Damn, Damu, you safe—this our hood,” Tomorrow laughed sliding in and closing the door.
“When that ever stop bullets from flyin’ lil’ bruh? It’s in our own hood that our lives became a question,” I schooled him, as I passed him the crippy that had me high as Neil Armstrong. I laughed, as he tried to big chest that bidness and damn near coughed up his lungs.
“Fuck this, bleed?” He asked between coughs.
I rocked with lil’ bro, he was a troopa! “That’s that new shit e
verybody talmbout, fam. That bidness needs to come with a warning sign, huh?” I laughed, as he handed it back like it was the plague.
“You ain’t never lied, big homie, but bleed this the traps been jumping and you ain’t picked up none of your dust. You got niggaz sittin’ on ya bread like they don’t steal no more.”
I glanced out the tinted windshield, I had to admit that since I came outta that coma and found my world upside down, my dope money had been the last thing on my mind.
“Yea—go figure, fam. Boys do steal and I’m not saying they won’t test me, but I am saying most of ‘em ain’t got a GED let alone a high school diploma. Testing me will only earn them a ‘D’ on their report card, the ‘D’ on death,” I said, as I opened the door and slid out of this gorgeous designed machinery.
I had the Uzi in hand and the blunt in the other. I wanted boys to see how long the clip was. They already knew I’d use every round, on my mama!
***
~Armani~
By the time we got to the block, it was going down! I got out of my pink and black Buick Regal Sports-back. Me and Kris instantly became the center of attention. I had to switch my attire from the ridiculous assemble that Kris had picked out. I wasn’t about to be on my feet all day in those heels and these block parties always came with the bullshit, so I refrained from wearing the dress as well. Instead, I opted for something more leisured and comfortable. A simple pink skin-tight Couture tee cut off right at the bottom of my titties, allowing just enough of them to hang from the bottom, so niggaz would be staring at all day in hopes that they spill all the way out.
The diamond in my belly button glistened in the sun, as it dangled from a thin chain. The pink Couture boy shorts that hugged every curve, were pulled up enough so that the print of my monkey winked as I walked, but the sexiest thing about these French cut shorts was the word Couture written across the back. As they slid between my cheeks. I could only imagine how many niggaz stared in an attempt at deciphering what it said. Last but not least, the pink white-on-white Air Forces I wore, with no socks complimented my attire.