Voorheeze & Clarkola

by De'Kari

  SNIFF! SNIFF!

  He tilted his head back after snorting two lines to catch a drain and not let in run back out of his nose. As he drove, he thought over all his decisions, analyzing them and making sure that he made the best possible moves.

  (East Oakland)

  Sutton sat in the house playing Madden in the front room with Young Sav, Stacks, and Pistol. They were his most trusted. Only one was missing; Roscoe. Chanelle and Monique were off in the dining area, playing spades. Normally, Sutton would dominate any of them when it came to Madden. Tonight however, Young Sav was getting into that ass. Sutton was a die hard 49’ers fan, so naturally, he was the 49’er; while Sav, born and raised in Oakland, was an Oakland Raider.

  He was up by two touchdowns, but there was more than enough time for Sutton to stage a comeback. He hiked the ball; play action pass. Young Sav’s defense, bit on the play action. Sutton got Brandon Lloyd open for the deep ball. He let it soar through the air for a guaranteed touchdown. Out of the middle of nowhere, the cornerback leaps and intercepts the ball!

  “Fuck!” Sutton yells in frustration. “What the fuck was that?”

  “That’s that Town Bizzness niggaz.” Sav laughed and taunted as he is still working the controller trying to make it a pick six.

  Sutton is desperate not to let him score. He knows that if Sav scored the game would virtually be over. He has enough time on the clock to make a stop and still come back. But if Sav scored right now the game will be over.

  Sutton’s phone rings.

  “Naa nigga don’t pick that shit up! Let it ring! I don’t want no excuse when I pull off this V.I “Sav yells out.

  Sutton grabs the phone while still trying to bring him down.

  “Nigga you aint gone get no victory you bout to lose this shit, watch!”

  “Hello?” He answers the phone.

  “Hey sexy, what you doing?” It was the little chick he met the other day. He could tell by her sexy voice.

  “Shit, I’m just chilling wit my peeps for the moment.”

  “Don’t lie nigga, you gettin yo ass whopped right now!” Sav yells out in the background as he completes another first down.

  “Who is that?”

  “Don’t mind him. That’s just the neighborhood retard. We normally let him over at night to eat dinner. Everybody started cracking up. Sutton isn’t laughing though when Sav scores another touchdown making the score 35 to 17.

  Sutton stands up and drops a 20-dollar bill on Sav’s lap. Fuck that game! He knew he was gonna lose. His mind nor his heart was into it. He was still replaying the argument that he had with his sister and below the surface he was seething. Sutton wasn’t like Anne. She was loving and caring but under the surface dangerous and deadly. Sutton on the other hand just didn’t give a fuck. If Anne didn’t know her place he would surely put her in it and if she didn’t stay in it then he wouldn’t hesitate to send her to their parents.

  He resumed his conversation and made his way to the back room for some privacy. Maybe lil mama could take his mind off things.

  “Sorry about that, I had to get up and get some privacy.” He told her as he finally made it to the back room.

  “So, what, you just sit around the house all day playing video games.”

  “Naa. Today just happened to be a relaxed night for us.” She fires back

  “Who’s us? Don’t tell me that you got a woman.” Nina put a little attitude with it trying to play the role.

  “Naa baby, us is my peeps.” He tells her quickly. “One day if shit goes good you’ll meet them.”

  “Oh, so it’s like that, huh?”

  “Don’t take it personal, baby! You don’t take every nigga you meet home to yo parents, do you?”

  “Hell no!”

  “Okay then it’s the same thing.”

  They talked for another 20 minutes or so. It really was good therapy for him. Lil mama was a little feisty. He found that cute. The two of them made plans to hook up the next day and he couldn’t wait. But for now, he had a schedule to keep.

  **** N. D. ****

  (The following night at the War room)

  “Tonight’s meeting aint going to be our normal updates and assessments!” Voorheeze paused and looked around the room. “Tonight, I could really give a fuck about money and territory.” He paused again. This time he stopped pacing around the room.

  His look was totally off. Instead of his normal sharp dressed self, Voorheeze was thugged out. His Mauri Alligators were replaced with black Timberland boots. His silk threads were gone. Replaced by black jeans and a black G-unit tank- top and on the top of that was a bulletproof vest. The most alarming addition was the big ass Desert Eagle that he was gripping.

  Johnny Spits and Stone just sat there unphased. French Tip and Cantelope knew what was going on. Still, French Tip was nervous. She didn’t like seeing her brother like this. Dee Dee and DJ were looking at A.J., trying to get a read on what he wanted them to do. They were thinking since they were the only ones from Oakland, this shit was about them. C- Murder was idly playing with his Bowie knife looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “As yall know now we’ve been at war for quite some time in East Palo Alto with some little mothafuckas. For months we didn’t even know who we were fighting. Finally, the homework paid off, at the same time the streets started talking. When I was first told that we were locked in a full fledge war with kids I couldn’t believe it. I figured somebody made a mistake somewhere until more intel poured in. “He reached for a stack of manila envelopes and started passing them out while he spoke.

  “The group calls themselves Young Nigga Mafia.”

  He kept talking but Anne wasn’t listening. The last thing that she heard was Young Nigga Mafia. She had been hearing her brother and a few of his buddies say that name. She was praying this was a coincidence. Her little brother couldn’t be running around with niggaz this dangerous.

  “I want yall to open the manila envelopes. Look at what and who we’ve been dealing with. Then I want you to tell me what I’m supposed to do?”

  Everyone was paying full attention to their envelopes, no one saw the twins walk in followed by Stunna and Keak. Stunna took up position by the sliding door, the twins directly behind Anne while Keak blocked off any path towards the front of the house.

  Voorheeze continued “I’ve had someone following the nigga we found out was the leader, but the little mothafucka managed to slip ‘em . Thanks to the twins we found him again.”

  For the first time everybody noticed their presence. They also noticed how they were positioned behind Anne. She couldn’t see them, but she could tell how everyone was looking in her direction that they were there. The fear she just had, she knew was indeed true.

  “Imagine their surprise when they follow him back to their headquarters only to see one of our own there.”

  Anne looked up from the stack of papers and photos she was looking at. She dropped everything that was in her hands.

  Voorheeze was holding up an enlarged picture of her parents’ house. Last night with all those little fuck-ups surrounding the house and her car. She reached for the photo not believing her eyes. She started to stand but was held down by the twins.

  She looked from one shoulder to the other at the two hands holding her in place. “Voorheeze what the fuck is this?” And why do you have a picture of my car?”

  “This was taken last night”

  “I know when the fuck it was taken, I was there.” Everyone knew that Anne didn’t curse. She was starting to lose her cool.

  “Chiba the question is why in the fuck was you there?” Voorheeze didn’t like the way she spoke to him. She-Wolf or not he’d fill her ass with hot shit.

  “That’s my daddy’s house!” Anne spit out furiously. No one was expecting to hear that, “Up until right before that shit in Half Moon Bay, it was my house. I got tired of driving back home every night, so I got an apartment in Fremont. I left the house to my little brother and
his friends.” Reality was now starting to sink in; her little brother was a part of this Y.N.M. thing.

  “Your little brother huh?” Voorheeze walked back over to where he got the stack of folders from. He picked up a picture and turned around.

  “Why?” A long single tear escaped her eye and burned as it rolled down her face. “Voorheeze… I suggest you have a damn good reason why you are standing there holding a picture of my little brother in your fucking hand.” The tear already fell but no more would follow. They would be replaced by indescribable anger and rage.

  “This is your little brother?” He was just as shocked as everyone in the room.

  “She aint know cuz. A blind nigga can see she aint fakin.” It was Cantelope who spoke up. She knew when a broad was fakin or not.

  “I didn’t know what?” Anne spit out on the verge of some Tasmanian Devil shit.

  “Anne your little brother is the leader.” There was no sense in building up to it, so Voorheeze told her flat out.

  Anne remained quiet for a long time. Everyone watched her. Some feeling pity for her, some trying to understand, everybody waiting to see what she would do.

  “And you thought I was in on it? Thought I would betray the family?” She shook her shoulders free of their grasp. “Get yo mothafuck’n hands off me!” Anne slowly stood up. “I’m dedicated and motivated but most importantly I’m loyal! I would have neva accused any of yall of shit let alone treason. But I’ll tell you what. Do what you want to his team. I’ll take care of my brother. If anyone of you touches my brother, I’ll kill everybody in this goddamn room.” As she made her way out of the room Keak stood in her way with his Dessert Eagle pointed at her head “Bitch I don’t care who you are. Take another step, I’ll put a hole in yo shit!”

  “Let her go!” Voorheeze called out. Then making eye contact with Keak he gestured for him to follow her.

  After Anne left the rest of Neva Die continued to have their meeting. They discussed the new information regarding Anne and Y.N.M. Clark and Johnny Spitz where to design a strategic plan to finally deal with Y.N.M. A.J. strongly offered their assistance in dealing with Oakland members which the family accepted. Once that was figured out they conducted their normal meeting.

  Sales were down across the board. It would seem that fiends were switching from crack to Crystal Meth. At first Meth users were the young white crowd as well as bikers. Now, it seemed the tweekers (coke smokers) were now riding the crystal bubble instead of the crack pipe, A decision was made for further research to be done on this.

  After the meeting everyone left except French Tip. She was concerned for her brother. She knew his pride would neva allow him to admit when he was weak or bothered. Still she was concerned.

  “Are you okay Brother?” she asked with the sweetest voice a human could possibly have.

  “I’m good, Booger. Just a lil tired that’s all.” Booger is a nickname he started calling her in 2002.

  “Maybe you should take a break from shit for a bit and relax a little. You know we can handle these little niggaz.” She could see how much strain he was under and it was killing her.

  “What kind of leader would I be if I just kicked back right now in the middle of a war and possibly treason?” He got up to make himself a drink, “You want one?”

  “Naa, I’m good. So, when am I going to meet this new love interest of yours? You’ve been hiding her for months now.” She figured she would change the subject. The last thing that she wanted to do was stress him out even further.

  “I don’t know sis. Soon I guess, I aint been hiding her especially from you. I’ve just been real busy. I tell you what. Why don’t we all go out to eat next week or something? You, Ray, Danika and I.”

  Playing ‘Meet the Browns’ was the furthest thing on his mind right now, but he would neva deny his little sister. They made it a date. She gave her brother a kiss and a hug and then left. Voorheeze locked up the house before heading to the tunnel.

  The moment he stepped through the hidden door and into his master bedroom, Danika was all over him. She damn near knocked him down when she jumped into his arms raining kisses all over his face.

  “Hey baby! I was hoping you would come home early tonight.” She exclaimed when she jumped in his arms.

  “Hey Thickems!” one arm went around her waist while his other hand cupped her gigantic ass cheek.

  “I missed you, Daddy!” She tells him

  before her mouth attacks his in a lust-filled kiss

  Finally allowing him some oxygen she asked, “Are you hungry, Daddy?”

  “Starving.”

  “Okay! While you jump in the shower I’ll go warm your plate up” She gave him one more kiss then unwrapped her legs from around his waist and walked out of the room. He watched her as she switched away. The thong she was wearing getting swallowed up greedily by her ass cheeks.

  While in the shower, the hot water cascaded across his back, relieving some of the stress and tension in his body. As Voorheeze relaxed he couldn’t help but to think about her again. Her flawless skin, her breath-taking body. Danika calls out from the room bringing him back from his fantasizing.

  “Hey, my lil sister is dying to meet you” He calls out in response as he steps out of the shower.

  “Do you think she’s going to like me?” The nervousness evident in her voice.

  “Of course, she gone like you. Babe your perfect. How can anyone not like you?” He gives her a kiss on the lips as he lays across the bed next to her.

  After saying his prayers and giving thanks for his food he picks up his fork and digs in.

  “Ooh Shit!” He calls out after his first mouthful, “We just can’t let her taste your cooking. Once she finds out that you can cook better than her, she gone hate yo ass!” Voorheeze jokes.

  “Boy quit playing!” That comment made her feel good.

  After he finished his dinner she opened her legs and gave him his dessert, which he greedily accepted. After making love they fell asleep.

  (Somewhere in the Yay Area)

  The tears cascaded down her cheeks. Anne made one hundred attempts to wipe them away or stop them from falling but she couldn’t remember the last time she cried or the last time she felt a pain so severe. She didn’t even cry when her parents were killed. The day was so vivid in her mind. It was like it happened yesterday. When she heard the news about the car crash she was devastated and felt a sense of dread, but she didn’t feel any sorrow. Anne couldn’t grieve. She didn’t have time to. She had to focus on her little brother. Sutton needed her.

  She did any and everything she had to do to ensure that her baby brother would be okay. From messing with busters who had a little money, to doing small hustles on her own. Whatever she had to do. Anne made sure that the bills were paid, and there was food in the house. That’s how she ended up being with Melvin. He was a buster and a chump, but he would break her off.

  Melvin was how she’d come to meet T’Rida. Melvin and his stupid ass cousins made the mistake of robbing one of T’Rida’s spots. That first day they kicked her doors in, Anne knew right away that there was something special about T’Rida. It was him that attracted her. Him that turned her on and flamed her dedication. Her loyalty was pledged to T’Rida.

  Back when she saved his life in that shoot out on Beech Court. She’d acted on impulse because she was drawn to him. She pledged her life to this organization because it was his! Anne had hoped for a love affair with him, but it wasn’t planned. Their affair was so powerful and electric. It was short lived, but it was theirs.

  And now as she sped thru the rain-soaked streets thinking about her little brother. Anne couldn’t help but to miss T’Rida. She needed him. There was so much she wanted to tell him. So much he didn’t know. Time and time again she wanted to break down and confide in him, but she could neva find the time. Now, there is no time.

  Her ringing cell phone interrupted her thoughts. She reached over and answered without looking at the screen

>   “Hello?”

  “Look big sis. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get at you like that earlier.” The sound of Sutton’s voice made the tears flow faster.

  “How could you lil Demetris?” She banged the steering wheel so hard with her hand. “How could you betray me like this?”

  Sutton was very confused “Sis I said I was sorry! A nigga was outta pocket, but I would neva betray you.”

  “Demetris, how could you and your nothing ass friends steal from and attack my people?” She wanted him to say it wasn’t true. She needed him to tell her there was some kind of mistake. She wasn’t prepared for what came out of his mouth.

  “All is fair in War.”

  “What the fuck that supposed to mean?” Anne is sure she didn’t hear him right.

  “See sis, if you were playing on the right team, then you would know what that means.” Sutton let out a sadistic laugh

  “Look lil boy this is not no fuckin game…”

  “No, you look Bitch!” He interrupted her. It’s a game alright and when it’s done Neva Die will be the loser. It’s Young Nigga Mafia time bitch! And none of them crocodile tears you crying gone save you if you on the other side! Now since you’re my sister, I’ll give you a chance to save yourself. You got two days to make your mind up before I make it up for you!” He hung up the phone without allowing her to utter a word.

  Anne couldn’t believe her ears. She was blown away. This little mothafucka had the nerve to call her a bitch! Not once but twice! Here she was crying over the predicament, when all along he knew what he was doing. They could’ve killed her tonight or any other night. This mothafucka thinks it’s a game.

  “Mothafucka I changed yo shitty ass diapers and you got the motherfucking nerve to call me a bitch!” By now she was yelling at the top of her lungs, “I got yo bitch mothafucka!”