Pitbulls In a Skirt 3

by Mikal Malone

  “Now you have your guns turned on us, but we have ours turned on your leaders. You might want to rethink your strategy.”

  They looked at me and I said, “Lower your weapons.”

  Suddenly through the crowd came Harold. We hadn’t seen his fucking face since him and his boys raped Mercedes.

  “This will be quick, Yvette. Dreyfus runs Emerald City now,” He said with a smile on his face. “Now as you can see you’re outnumbered, so unless you and your men want to die, I’d say this meeting is adjourned.”

  “I like the wit, I’m loving the shoes.”

  - Lil C

  After receiving a negative HIV test, C felt there was much to celebrate. He rented out a ballroom in the Ritz Hotel in DC and invited a few people he knew from Emerald City and Tyland. They all came even though nobody from Tyland knew why Dreyfus would in trust young C instead of someone with longevity like Priest or Frost. In C’s mind the party was to depict his ‘Rise’ and the fact that he was finally going off on his own.

  As Super Star rapper Joe Glock performed on the mic, C waited patiently before he made his entrance. He wanted to put the party on pause when he walked through with his crew, which included Daps, Monie Blow and her cousins Lee Lee and Love. C was also able to pull some strings and send for the newest members of his crew from Sri Lanka.

  When C stepped through the doors wearing a white fur coat, with his crew he called The Set, mouths dropped. All of the women came through with extra long black fur coats and one-piece dresses. Daps had a red dress under her coat and although Lee Lee and Love were uncomfortable in the gear, they still looked sexy. But it was the Sri Lankan women and Monie Blow who had people stunned.

  Monie Blow was very curvaceous. The black dress she wore showed her ample cleavage, thick legs and round hips. She showed that big girls could run rings around the smaller ones any day of the week if they had a mind to. Although the women looked sexy and harmless, tucked under their fur coats were brand new Beretta CX4 Storm rifles. The weapons were light enough to carry on the go but vicious enough to lay down the entire party if need be.

  “Party time, niggas!” C said holding a gold bottle of Ace champagne.

  The entire party applauded with fake, ‘What’s ups’. Even the rap performer stopped what he was doing to show C love. C was on top of the world having gotten the response he wanted.

  “Damn, C!” Mazon said walking up to him. He looked at The Set and said, “You came through like that? I’m feeling the white fur joint, too.”

  “I go by Cameron now, Mazon.” He replied not acknowledging his compliments. “Make sure niggas know that because if I have to tell somebody again there’s gonna be problems. I want everybody to refer to me as such.”

  Mazon heard that C had gone Hollywood, but now he’d seen it with his own eyes. “I got you. Cameron it is.”

  C stepped around him like he wasn’t even in the room and could hear people making comments. Some were giving him his props while others were shaking their heads at how he was acting. But through it all, C didn’t give a fuck. Both his mother and his father raised him as a flashy dude so he was going to do him regardless.

  “Damn, C. You looking good,” Sachi said, looking him up and down.

  He invited her to offer his fake condolences over her sister’s death but C could see in her eyes she wanted to fuck him. However, the moment she tried to step closer, Monie Blow pulled her rifle out and pointed it in her direction.

  “Back the fuck up, bitch.” Following suit, the rest of The Set aimed at her, too.

  “Damn, C. It’s like that?” Sachi said with raised arms.

  “His name is Cameron, bitch. Now step the fuck off.” Daps said as they moved to the VIP section specially made for him at the party.

  Sachi hauled ass and people didn’t know yet but they would find out soon that he instituted a new rule. No one, with the exception of a member of his crew, could step within twelve feet of him.

  Once in the VIP section C sat down and The Set stood up and guarded him. He was doing the most at the party but he didn’t care. Glock was on point on the mic and when he performed a song he hadn’t even put out yet, bitches went crazy. If the women weren’t trying to fuck C, they were trying to get at Glock. The funny thing was, with the guns The Set were toting; even a Grammy winning rapper was more accessible than C at the time.

  After a few hours, C and The Set relaxed just a little to share a few bottles of champagne. He was feeling life until he saw someone with his white fur coat on.

  “You aight, Cameron?” Monie asked not knowing what made him mad.

  “I’m cool.” He said eyes still glued on the coat. He didn’t want The Set to know he was tripping off another nigga so he didn’t address it verbally.

  When Persia came through the door, Mazon rushed over to her and C was even more pissed because he told him to leave her alone. “Monie, go over there and tell Persia and Mazon to come see me.”

  “I’m on it.”

  When Persia stepped over to C with Mazon right behind him C was open. She was wearing a silver dress with a pair of silver Christian Louboutin high heels. She looked super sexy and C could tell by the dress that she was trying to get his attention. It worked.

  “What up, Persia?” C said not taking his eyes off of her. “I like the wit, I’m loving the shoes.”

  Persia laughed having recognized the Jay Z verse, but little did she know, C was serious. He could tell the moment she walked through the door without even seeing the red bottoms that she was swaggering in Christians. He knew then that Mazon was making her into a girl he could have on his arm, and now C wanted her on his own because finally she looked like royalty.

  “Thank you for the compliment, Cameron.” Persia said slightly nervous. “I’m loving everything about you.” Her comment shocked everybody and Monie was jealous.

  “So you hanging out with me later?” Cameron asked making shit up as he went along. “Maybe we can go out to eat, since I haven’t seen you in a while.”

  “She got a headache,” Mazon said for her. “She need to go get some rest. I told her not to come.”

  “I’m talking to her, nigga.” C told him. “I told you I didn’t want you fucking with her anymore.” Then he turned to Persia and said, “You ain’t got no love for me no more where you gotta have this man answering questions for you?”

  “I got love for you, Cameron.” She said looking at him before nervously looking at Mazon to her right.

  “Well why you acting funny?”

  “Baby, go fix your makeup,” Mazon told her. When she left Mazon said, “C, I mean, Cameron, I need to rap to you.”

  “Go ‘head.”

  “You mind if we do it in private?”

  “Yeah I mind, so what’s up?”

  “Okay…well somebody in Tyland says they have some information for you about Tamir. They didn’t want to tell me personally but suggested that you meet them if you want to talk about it. Said it had to be done tonight and that it couldn’t wait. Your life depended on it.”

  Monie and Daps adjusted a little not feeling his request. “Fuck they want with Cameron?”

  “Yeah…why they couldn’t just tell you?” Daps added.

  “I know, that’s what I said, but I didn’t get a response.”

  “Where are they?” C asked in an even tone.

  “They said they can meet you here tonight if you want. Do you want me to set that up?”

  “Yeah. Set that up.”

  Mazon bopped off and Daps said, “I say you let us smoke that nigga. I don’t trust ‘em.”

  “Me either, Cameron. You see how he was moving all nervously and shit.”

  C didn’t want to have to give an order of that magnitude but even he had to admit something wasn’t right. Plus what Tamir said about one of his friends betraying him played in his mind.

  “You and Daps check him out.” C said to Monie. “But before you do anything, make him tell you the truth.”

  “I�
��m on it,” Daps said.

  They were just about to leave when Monie said, “I’m glad we doing this shit, too.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause he beating that girl. And I can’t stand a nigga who puts his hands on chicks.”

  “How could you tell?” asked Daps.

  “An abused woman’s eyes never lie.”

  Mazon waited nervously in the back of the dumpster of the hotel where Tamir said he’d meet him. He was beyond nervous about betraying C and was ten minutes late because of having to go to the bathroom to shit every five minutes. He didn’t want to betray his friend, but after seeing the power Tamir possessed, he decided against getting on his bad side.

  Mazon grabbed his phone from his pocket. Then he typed the words,

  ‘C, he’s here. Meet me at the back of the hotel.’

  He looked at the words before he sent them knowing that once he pressed send, there was no turning back. His bowels failed him again as he battled with what to do. And then his mind went back to the restaurant, and how Tamir and his crew had made a fool out of him. He knew then what he had to do. Looking at his phone one last time, he hit the send button. Fifteen minutes later, instead of seeing C, he saw the silhouettes of two sexy women walking in his direction.

  The darkness hid their faces but when he saw the way the fur coats hung from their bodies, he knew who they were. He tried to run but they caught up to him and wrestled him to the ground. Although he was much stronger than them, Daps held him down with the barrel of her gun to his stomach while Monie held hers to his head.

  “We ain’t got long so you might as well tell us who sent you.” Monie said using the heel of her shoe to step on his chest. “Who, Mazon?”

  “I don’t know what you talking about. It’s not even like that.”

  “Answer the fucking question! Who told you to step to Cameron? Was it Tamir?”

  Mazon cried like a bitch knowing all was lost. “I’m sorry,” he wept. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  Daps looked at Monie and shook her head. He was a pathetic sight to see lying on the ground in tears.

  “Answer the question!” Monie said already making notes not to ask him again. The next thing he heard would be the clap of her gun.

  “You don’t get it. It was all a set up.” He continued.

  “What’s the set up?”

  Mazon cried some more and said, “Tamir knew C wouldn’t come out himself. So, while ya’ll are out here, Tamir is upstairs making a move on C. He may be dead as we speak.”

  Hearing those words caused the girl’s hearts to drop and without wasting any more time, they filled his body with holes.

  Monie and Daps rushed back to the ballroom. But on the way back, they saw people running out screaming at the top of their lungs. Some people were covered in blood while others were lying dead on the floor. It was a massacre.

  “Come on, we gotta go in.” Monie said kicking her high heels off. She was done with the cute shit and was now ready for whatever.

  “You smart as shit for that move.” Daps said kicking off her shoes, too.

  When they made it to the VIP area, their jaws dropped when they saw someone laid out on the floor, the white fur coat on his body was drenched in blood.

  Monie looked at Daps and said, “Please say this shit ain’t true.”

  They slowly walked to the body but before they could reach him police rushed the area and they got the fuck out of dodge.

  “I hate you for this shit and I will never forgive you! Ever!”

  - Monie

  Monie and Daps walked cautiously toward Mercedes’ apartment in Emerald City. Neither wanted to tell her that her only son had been killed. Seeing C lying on the floor covered in blood panged their hearts and the thoughts of losing a good friend were insurmountable. They wanted to run up to him but the cops had closed in on the hall and shut down any action leading from or to the ballroom. And because they were both carrying loaded weapons, it wasn’t a good look.

  “I don’t wanna do this shit, Monie.” Daps said stopping in the hallway. Her head Thumped greatly and she felt a migraine coming on.

  Monie leaned up against a wall in the hallway and looked at the ceiling. “Daps, I know you don’t, you think I want to do this shit?” She paused not long enough to get an answer. “But he was our friend and we owe it to his mother to tell her what happened.”

  “Well did you at least get in contact with your cousins first? I mean, we don’t even know what really happened. What can we tell her?”

  “Naw, I couldn’t reach them, they wouldn’t answer their phones.”

  “I can’t believe we left him, Monie. We weren’t supposed to leave his side, you know what I’m saying? We were supposed to be by his side no matter what, and we didn’t do that.”

  “FUCK!” She screamed. “What do you wanna do, keep harping about that or do what we gotta do? Because no matter what we say, we ain’t brining C back.” Then she lowered her voice and said, “He gone, Daps. Now let’s go tell his mother.”

  Monie stood up straight as they continued about their journey bearing bad news for Mercedes. But the moment they got closer, they heard loud yelling. At first they weren’t sure if the sound was coming from C’s apartment, but when they got closer to the door, they were certain that it was.

  “What the fuck do you think that’s about?”

  “I don’t know, maybe they found out already.” Daps said.

  When the door flew open, they were surprised to see Carissa and Mercedes fighting in the hallway. They were pulling each other’s hair and hitting each other for serious points. One look at the women and no one would have ever thought that the two were best friends.

  “Get the fuck out of my house with that shit!” Mercedes screamed pointing down the hall. “I’m not about to allow you to continue to hit my child!”

  “You ain’t got to worry about me coming to your house no more, bitch! Our friendship is long over!” Carissa yelled.

  “Yeah, it was over a long time ago. When you abandoned our operation and left me and Yvette to run shit by ourselves. And it’s definitely over now that you hit my son.”

  Carissa looked as if she wanted to cry more than anything. “Persia, we gotta go.”

  “No, mama. I don’t wanna…”

  “Persia, get the fuck out here now!”

  When Persia walked into the hallway wearing the same thing she was wearing at C’s party, Monie and Daps’ mouths dropped and they wished they could see inside the open apartment door. Mercedes and Carissa were so enraged, that they didn’t seem to notice them standing there. On the other hand Monie’s heart was racing because if she was alive, maybe C was alive, too. But what about the dude with the white fur lying on the floor that fit C’s description?

  All doubt went out the window when C came into the doorway and said, “I’m sorry ‘bout this shit, Persia.” He still didn’t see his friends because everything was moving so fast.

  Carissa snatched Persia by her hand and they stormed down the hallway, almost knocking over Daps and Monie.

  “C, get in here we have to talk.” Mercedes said.

  He was about to close the door when he saw Daps and Monie standing before him. Although Daps was beyond happy, Monie was angry.

  Without saying anything she walked up to him and said, “Where the fuck were you?” Hot tears rolled down her face.

  “What you talking about?”

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I stepped out of the party for a minute to take her home because she had a headache and some other shit happened that I can’t talk about right now and we ended up out here. Why?”

  “We thought you were dead?!” Monie cried. “We thought we lost you!”

  “Dead? Fuck is she talking about?” He asked Daps still not knowing what went down.

  “It’s a long story.” She replied.

  Monie unable to get past her anger walked up to him and smacked him in the face. “I hate you f
or this shit and I will never forgive you! Ever!” With that she stormed down the hallway, and out of sight.

  “Your best chance of getting him back is to stand back and direct him from a far.”

  - Derrick

  “Mercedes, calm down. I can barely hear you.”

  “I caught C fucking Persia in the apartment in EC yesterday! And me and Carissa got into a fight. What is going on with my life?” She sobbed.

  “I can’t really talk to you right now. I’m kinda busy.”

  “That bitch Bucky got you so wrapped up that you can’t give me five minutes of your time?!” She yelled. “I need your help, Derrick!” She paused, lowering her voice. “Please.”

  “Go ‘head?”

  “Thank you,” she said, “C is out of control. And I’m hearing that he’s doing too much in Tyland. What am I going to do?”

  “Doing too much like what?”

  “He walking around with bitches from out the country…they got guns and all other kind of bullshit like that.”

  “I don’t know why you surprised.”

  “Why you say that?”

  “He’s a product of you and Cameron. He watched his father and how he controlled you and the girls. So he’s probably creating his own pitbulls.”

  “Cameron didn’t control anything.”

  “Yeah…okay. But just because he dead doesn’t make what you said true.”

  Mercedes sighed knowing he was right and said, “But I don’t want him to have this lifestyle.”

  “It’s too late for that, Mercedes. Your best chance of helping him is to stand back and direct him from a far. Otherwise this game is going to eat him alive. He not ready for this lifestyle and I know you know that. But what else can you do?”

  “I hate not having you here, Derrick. I really need you to come home.”

  “I think it’s too early.” He paused. “And as far as Persia goes,” he continued getting back on topic, “C been fucking for a minute. It was just a matter of time before he got with that girl. She been infatuated with him for some time now. But watch out for her, she got more shit with her than a little bit. I can see it in her eyes.”