Pitbulls In a Skirt 5

by Mikal Malone

  Dropping my cell in my pocket I looked up at the ceiling sighed and walked over to my friends and C’s squad. “Talk to C?” 88 asked me. “Did he clear up everything?”

  88 stood 6’3 and had skin the color of coffee with a little extra cream. His hair was cut low and he brought with him a powerful presence whenever he walked into the room. Fresh on the other hand was a big dude who always smelled good and was a favorite among the ladies in Marjorie for his flirtatious ways.

  I placed one hand on my hip and the other on my forehead. “Yeah,” I said to 88. “I talked to him and he told me why you came.”

  “We don’t mean to cause any problems,” Fresh said. “We’ll stay near the door and out the way if ya’ll want us to. It’s just that Cameron sounded pretty serious about us staying to make sure things go smooth tonight.”

  “Yeah, both of you can stand next to the door because I’m not feeling this shit one bit,” Carissa said placing her hands on her hips. “Lil C exceeded all boundaries this time, Mercedes.” She pointed at me. “And some how I’m not surprised because you’re his fucking mother. You better keep him in line.” She rolled her eyes and stormed into the back.

  88 grabbed two chairs from around the dining room table and dragged them by the door. “We’ll post right here to stay out the way. It’s not a prob—”

  “Nonsense,” Yvette said waiving her hand. “No I don’t feel like being babysat but I also know that if Lil C’s doing it it’s because he cares about us. And I’m not about to have the men he sent being treated like shit.” She took a deep breath. “Personally I doubt anybody will be crazy enough to fuck with us tonight but since you’re both here I might as well feed you.”

  “Thank you, Yvette,” 88 said looking at me and back at her. “I ‘ppreciate it. Haven’t had anything all day.”

  Yvette and me walked toward the kitchen, with Heavy and our new security hovering behind us.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  KLIYO AND QUINTON

  “We locked in without pussy. That’s when it becomes a problem for me.”

  The window was open as Kliyo and Quinton sat at the kitchen table with a deck of playing cards in front of them, kilos of coke to the left in huge bags labeled dog food. “You gonna cheat all night, nigga?” Quinton asked as he lifted his black fitted Redskins cap to scratch his head. “Because I’m about to throw my hand in if that’s the case.”

  Kliyo frowned. “Nigga, stop acting like a bitch. Ain’t nobody cheating on your—”

  When ‘The Phone’ rang Kliyo pushed the cards off the table and hurriedly answered, knowing it could be only one person since no one else had the number. “Hey, ‘Vette.”

  “Hey, shit, nigga, you watching that work right?” Yvette asked digging into his ass for points.

  “Uh…yeah…we…um,” he kicked the cards behind him. “We just waiting on relief that’s all. But you can count on us, Yvette. No worries on this end.” He scratched in between the rows of his braids.

  “Listen, relief is coming soon. So don’t worry about all that. I just need you to keep your eyes peeled in the meantime,” she paused. “And don’t let nobody in that apartment. Not your mama, your son or your bitch.”

  “Vette, you know I wouldn’t do that. I’m not crazy.” He smiled as if she could see him. “Trust me, everything will remain untouched when you get here.”

  Quinton rolled his eyes witnessing how nervous he was.

  “That goes for Quinton too,” Yvette continued. “You been doing good around Marjorie which is why we picked you. If this night goes without a hitch you gonna be doing better.”

  “It’s gonna be a quiet ass night on this end.”

  “Yeah, aight, nigga.”

  When he ended the call Quentin chuckled. “You know she couldn’t see the cards right?” he said shaking his head. “I know she the Plug but she ain’t got X-Ray vision, nigga.”

  Kliyo picked the cards up from the floor and slammed them on the table. He leaned back and exhaled finally being able to breathe. Dealing with Yvette was always so intense for him and if the truth was heard he was the fuck scared of her. He saw the things she did to niggas who dabbled with her money or her product and he didn’t want to be anywhere near her ‘Don’t Fuck With You’ side.

  “I know, but that bitch be wildin’, man. I heard she cut off a nigga’s dick one time when the money was short.” He ran his hand down his clammy face. “Those kinds of stories fuck with a nigga’s head for life. You gotta be careful with her.” He knocked his temples with his knuckles.

  Quinton stood up and walked to the fridge and removed one beer for himself. “You know relief not coming right?”

  Kliyo’s eyes widened. “But she said they were coming once—”

  “Have you looked outside, man?” He pointed to the window. “Ain’t nobody coming out this bitch no time soon. The snow touching niggas kneecaps. We in here two days tops and that’s if I’m being generous. Could even take a week since you know the government digs the niggas out last.” He sighed. “I don’t mind with the pay they give but we locked in without pussy. That’s when it becomes a problem for me.” He gulped all of his beer and tossed the can in the trash.

  Kliyo sighed. “I know…and Lay-Lay wanted to stop by earlier and bring her friend too.” Kliyo shook his head. “If I knew all this I would’ve said yes.”

  Quinton rushed up to him and gave him the stare of death. “You mean to tell me we could’ve had In-Trap Pussy and you refused it?” He slapped him in the back of his head. “What you need…medication or somethin’?”

  Kliyo rubbed his throbbing scalp. “Nah, man, ‘Vette said we not supposed to have bitches in the trap. I’m not trying to chance that shit.”

  Quinton laughed hard and for what seemed like an eternity. “Are you that scared of that bitch that you caught a fever?” He pointed at the door. “Ain’t nobody coming in here. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

  “Nah…I…”

  “Do you know why they got us sitting with a package worth over a million?” He asked looking at the Dog Food bags.

  Kliyo’s brows lowered. “You know it’s worth a million?”

  “Nah…I’m guessing but I know it wasn’t supposed to stop here. Since when have we ever gotten a re-up this large? This storm fucked up their plan, trust me. It wasn’t supposed to come here.”

  Kliyo scratched his scalp. “I thought they got us sitting with it because we always hold the package.”

  “Nah, man. A drop this big gotta be distributed to the city. Not just Marjorie. And they got us sitting with it because if the FEDS did a surprise run through, they don’t want to be nowhere near it. Instead they electing to micro-manage by being in the building and shit.”

  “But if a regular car can’t get in how the FEDS gonna make it?” Kliyo asked.

  “I don’t know all that.” He shrugged. “They probably think cameras set up in the building or something. Drug bosses have a tendency to be noid. Listen, do you remember when they banged that Spanish-Jamaican cat out New York? The FEDS found out he was getting a package during the storm and figured he would be snowed in with his work so nobody could fuck with it. Instead of going by land the FEDS went by air, and gave him life with no parole when they caught him with all them keys. Last I heard he hadn’t seen his mother’s eyes in ten years.”

  “So what, nigga?”

  “So, them bitches have no intentions on coming down here, Kliyo. We can have who ever we want in the spot and they’ll never be the wiser. As long as the whores not making excessive noise we good.”

  Kliyo thought about his conniving words and already his dick was thumping. “It sounds good but I don’t know about this, man. I got a feeling this move can go a million wrong ways.”

  “Well I do know about it.” He sighed. “No offense, you my man and all, but I’m not trying to get locked in with a dusty ass nigga with funky feet for two days. If I can get me some Slide In that’s what I want.” He grabbed his dick.

 
; Kliyo frowned. “My feet don’t stink.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Kliyo stood up. “Even if I did sanction your plan where we gonna get two broads from now? Lay-Lay got walled in with some nigga out Virginia. He snatched her before the snow came down good, right after I said no.”

  “Fuck!” Quinton said boxing the air. “If I knew somebody else in this building I would put a call in. I wouldn’t even care how they face look if they pussy—”

  There was a knock and both men grabbed their gats before cocking them and aiming in the direction of the door. Slowly Kliyo moved toward the door and looked out the peephole. When he got a good view he turned around and leaned up against the door in total shock.

  “You won’t believe this shit,” Kliyo whispered.

  “Who the fuck is it?” Quinton asked, weapon still trained on the door.

  “Two bitches. I couldn’t see their faces. All I saw was titties in tight dresses.”

  Quinton frowned. “What man? You sound crazy.”

  “Titties…that’s all I saw.”

  Quinton rushed him, pushed him to the side, looked out the peephole and smiled. “I don’t want to be presumptuous but I think Christmas came early for two niggas in the city.”

  “Why you say that?”

  “It’s sexy ass Grace and Rambler.” He gripped his crotch. “It don’t get no better than this nigga! We fucking tonight!” He unlocked and removed the security bar that was across the door to open it and smiled at the tight dresses they wore.

  Rambler was dipped in a red dress that cut low on her breasts while Grace sported an even shorter tiger stripe one. They were summer outfits that she left over Heavy’s after she moved out because they didn’t fit her anymore.

  Certainly too much for the storm but perfect for her plan.

  The whorish gear certainly came in handy.

  Holding a red ceramic mug Grace grinned and liked her lips “Got sugar?”

  Kliyo opened the door wider. “How ‘bout you come in here and find out.”

  Grace and Rambler fucked Quinton and Kliyo side by side on the living room floor. Flat on her back, legs spread open Rambler was surprised at how well Kliyo stroked her inner walls. Had she known being with him would’ve been so good she would’ve got with him a long time ago. As a matter of fact if things worked out she had plans on fucking him again at the bottom of the week. Especially since her dude let her go earlier.

  Grace on the other hand was on some other shit.

  This was all business.

  On all fours as Quinton dug into her pussy from behind she looked around the apartment taking in everything. All she saw was large bags of dog food, but where was the animal?

  She grinned when she realized that was the pack.

  She knew about the Trap because she overheard Kliyo bragging to someone that he finally got with the Pitbulls and was clocking in big bucks. After a few calls to people in the building she got exactly what she wanted, the apartment number and access.

  The plan was to get inside, call Heavy and offer him an ultimatum. Either come back to her, or she would make him a part of her devious plans.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ROCKY

  MOMENTS EARLIER

  “It’s not our business now but it can be.”

  Rocky looked out the peephole in the apartment she shared with her friends, on the same hallway but to the left of The Trap, the far opposite end of the elevator. After seeing Grace and Rambler walk inside with freak dresses on she turned around and gave her predictions to her friends. “Five to one Mercedes and them don’t know them bitches in the Trap.”

  She leaned against the door and wiped her straight fire red died hair from her light face.

  White Girl Kisha shrugged as she munched on a big bag of cheese Doritos. Her hair in two long French braids that hung down her back. “Girl, please. For all you know they may work for them.”

  “Or maybe it’s empty,” Dukes who sat at the glass table in the kitchen playing solitaire said. Her natural hair in two thick puffs on top of her head. “You never know.”

  “The Trap is never empty,” Rocky advised taking one last look out the peephole before flopping on the sofa next to Kisha. She was bored out of her mind and looking for some trouble disguised as adventure. “It might not be fully loaded with dope but I bet money inside. I think we on to something big.”

  “Can I have your chips?” Kisha asked Rocky as she rubbed her pregnant belly, not even five months aged. “Little Crank eating his face off in here.”

  Rocky rolled her eyes and slapped the back of her hand on her other palm. “Before we got snowed in I specifically said to get your own liquor, snacks and necessities. And what you do? Go to the store, get ice cream and eat it all up in two hours. Forgetting we gonna be here for days. Now you want my shit too? Nah…”

  Kisha huffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever…”

  Dukes laughed. “Back to the Trap…even if they having ‘Company’ without permission,” she said sarcastically. “What do we care? It ain’t none of our business.”

  “It’s not our business now but it can be,” Rocky said. “If we told Yvette and them and they didn’t know they may look out for us with a little paper.”

  Duke sighed and rolled her eyes. “And why would we want to do that, Rocky? Huh? I’m not no snitch. Neither are you. You can keep secrets for years.”

  “You would do it for me because I asked you.” Kisha and Dukes laughed hard, taking a moment longer to simmer down. “Fuck is so funny?” Rocky asked both of them. “Because I’m serious.”

  “Listen, I know nobody told you so I’m gonna be the one since you my homie and all.” Dukes got up from the table and sat next to Rocky on the sofa. “And before you say I’m hating let me assure you that I’m not. I want you to be happy.”

  Rocky sighed. “Get to the point because you boring me.”

  “The drug boss ain’t gay, Rock. And even if she was she may not be feeling you. I don’t know what happened over the summer but that’s all I ever hear from you. Mercedes this…and Mercedes that…”

  Rocky rolled her eyes. “First off nothing happened. And she don’t know what she is or what she likes unless somebody tell her. That’s where I come in.”

  “I know that’s what you believe but it’s not gonna work this time, Rocky,” Kisha said turning the bag upside down so that the crumbs could fall in her mouth. ”You may have fucked a few birds in Marjorie but Mercedes is out of your league. So just leave it alone so you won’t embarrass yourself.”

  “Let me school you on something,” Rocky started. “Sexy women…and we can all agree that Mercedes is sexy…”

  Kisha and Dukes shrugged, neither having much to say on the topic since they were straight.

  “…love to explore their sexuality,” Rocky continued. “They like to dibble and dabble in all sex has to offer to be sure they are fully satisfied. And without being with a woman, Mercedes can’t say that for sure. That’s where I come in.”

  Dukes laughed. “See, that’s where some gay chicks get it fucked up, just because I’m sexy doesn’t mean I want to fuck a woman.”

  “Not trying to hurt your feelings but I don’t find you that sexy,” Rocky said. “I’m just being one hundred.” She raised both her palms up playfully.

  “Fuck you.” Dukes hit her in the arm.

  “I said no so stop asking,” Rocky giggled and they all laughed harder.

  “No, seriously, I’m not with all of this extra shit because I think our lives are heavy enough with the drama,” Dukes added. “But, I will say I’ve been trying to get Lil C’s fine ass to notice me from the moment the rental office gave us the keys to our apartment. And if I can get on his good side by snitching to his mother then I’m with it or whatever.” She pointed at Rocky. “Even though it goes against my good nature.”

  “Since we stating our price I got a proposition too.” Kisha said rubbing her belly. “Give me your snacks and I’ll walk with you
to their apartment. I’m in for a little adventure myself today.”

  Rocky grinned at them sinisterly. “Guess we all getting what we want after all.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  CARISSA

  “I’m not gonna answer some dumb shit like that.”

  He was perfect but even better when he was asleep. I loved looking down at him when he was this way because he didn’t fight me. He was just here, peacefully sleeping and allowing me to be in his presence.

  When I saw a fragment of strawberry candy on the corner of his mouth I grabbed a washcloth I used to clean his hands off the dresser and wiped it off his tiny lips.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mercedes asked as she entered my room. “Huh? Why you doing dumb shit when the boy’s sleep? Does that make any kind of sense to you?”

  I dropped the cloth on the side table and stood up. “Get the fuck out my face and my room, Mercedes. You don’t need to watch me when I’m with him.” I tried to walk around her toward the door and she blocked my path. “Wait, you want to fight again don’t you? ‘Cause I’m getting the impression you be rubbing your pussy after I beat your ass or something.”

  Mercedes gave me the ugly laugh. Like I was a joke. “I’m gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest. As a matter of fact if you gonna lie don’t say shit at all.”

  I walked closer to her. “What is it, Mercedes?”

  “Are you still using drugs?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What…I…what you…”

  “You thought I didn’t know that you use to do coke with Kenyetta?” she grinned. “Huh? You thought I was that stupid? You move too loosely, Carissa. So stop.”