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Duffle Bag Bitches

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by Alicia Howard


  “I need to see you.” She said.

  He could hear desperation in her voice. “Baby come on.” He gave her his address and hung up.

  Shannon hopped in her ride and headed toward his crib never even seeing the Cadillac CTS following her. As she made her way to his house she listened to Lyfe Jennings “If I Knew Then What I Know Now.” It was one of her favorite jams. It kept her calm when she was on the verge of losing it. She pulled into the driveway of his building and parked. She exited the car looking down at what she was wearing for the first time since she left the house. She wanted to kill herself for letting her mind get the best of her. She had on smoke grey jogging pants, black wife beater and Tom from Tom and Jerry slippers. Too late now, hell she was already there.

  The car following kept straight past the apartment. It was someone to press her if she wasn’t following orders. Since she was going to Zane’s house, the car was ordered to keep going and let her be. She got to his apartment and was about to knock on the door but he was already coming out. “Where are you going?” She looked at him.

  “I got to go get my girlfriend.” She looked at him like he had bumped his fucking head having her coming over when he was going to pick up some bitch.

  “Boy you got me fucked up.” She hit him. “What? You think you about pick up your hoe while I’m here?” She barked.

  “No the hoe’s already here.” He laughed.

  “What?” She smacked him.

  He pulled her into the apartment and kissed her. She kissed him back then asked. “I’m your girlfriend now?” She wanted to hear him say it.

  “If you want to be, I got to tell you right now though, I’m not the best nigga in the world because I never had a girlfriend.” He confessed.

  “So you were a virgin until we fucked a few days ago?” She joked.

  “Hell naw I just used to fuck hoes. No love, I got trust issues.” He told her.

  “Well why me?” She asked.

  “You got trust issues too so that means neither of us want to be hurt and we both want to be loved just never came across the right person to trust.” He read her like a book.

  “This is true, but I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.” She shocked him.

  “Why?” His heart felt a sharp pain.

  “Every boyfriend I have had lied, cheated, and misused me. I want a man that will hold me, make love to me, and share his fears, and life dreams with me.” This bitch was deep he thought.

  “I can be your man and you can be my woman. That’s why I been single my whole life cause all the women I meet ‘Bands a make her dance’.” He danced around and she laughed.

  “As we both know I make my own bands. I only dance when my man asks me too.” She smiled at him.

  “Come here boo.” He felt weird on this mushy shit yet it felt so right.

  He cooked dinner for them and they talked for what seem like forever. This was the kind of woman older men spoke of. He just didn’t believe that any more were left. She was funny, smart, cute and a certified goon too. He knew he had to be careful with this one, because she might dome his ass if he stepped to her wrong. Secretly that shit turned him on. She went to take a shower because she was getting sleepy. She came out of the bathroom in one of his collared shirts looking sexy as hell.

  “You coming?” She asked like she was at home. His spot was the shit compared to hers.

  “Yeah ma.” He got up to follow her to the bedroom.

  She got under the covers on the side of the bed that he usually slept on. He didn’t mind. This was the first time he shared his bed with anyone because he never took women to his home. He walked over to the stereo. “Do you mind? I usually go to sleep to music; you know… it just makes it feel like someone is here with me.” He told her.

  “Go ahead. I sleep the same way for the same reason.” She stated.

  He turned on his favorite cut “When We Make Love” by Ginuwine. He loved this cut; the boy was on his grown man shit. He got in bed nude as always. She still had the shirt on when he told her, “You can’t sleep in my bed with a shirt on.”

  “Why?” She smiled.

  “You see me? Clothing is not allowed in this bed.” He was serious.

  She removed the shirt. “Is that better mister?” She teased.

  “Yes ma’am.” He held her in his arms.

  Neither of them were sleepy, they just lay there enjoying the song on repeat. She had never felt so close to someone so soon. She mumbled, “I love you.” He looked at her and kissed her.

  “No you don’t, you just think you do.” He was scared of this woman because he loved her too.

  “Yes I do.” She kissed his chest and he closed his eyes because his body was on fire and Ginuwine wasn’t helping. She kissed down his chest to his pelvic bone. Then licked his V formation. That shit felt so good he moaned just like the song that was on. Her warm mouth made contact with his penis. The small circles, slurping, and deep throating all caused him to lose his mind. “Damn girl don’t do that shit like that.” She kept going taking all of him into the back of her throat. Zane was shocked because he was twelve inches all the way.

  She continued to make it disappear with ease, and he wanted to taste this lady too, it was unfair for her to treat him this good. “Ahhh ooohhh.” He moaned. “Let me taste you boo.” He begged in a low tone.

  “No, tonight is my night, let me do me.” She demanded, driving him insane. She mounted him letting him feel her wetness sliding down his pole as if she was a stripper. She moaned as he entered her soul. “Mmm suuu hummm.” She hissed.

  He palmed her ass as she rode his pipe like she was an equestrian. He was loving every damn minute of it. “Ohhhh shit baby.” He never made this much noise ever. She was making his toes curl. She rocked back and forth enjoying herself. She got caught up in the music and moved to the beat. Shannon arched her back, and Zane had to close his eyes to keep the tears that were forming in his eyes from falling. He even held his breath from time to time. She was in a world all of her own now. Softly she moaned “Zane oh Zane give it to me daddy!” He was enjoying this rollercoaster his woman was taking him on. For the first time in his life he was making love with someone he loved. She was on the verge of cumming. She began to rock faster and forced him deeper inside her walls. She whispered, “Cumming ooohhh Zannnne I am cumming.” He lost it all at that moment and came with her. She laid flat on top of him. He was still inside of her and she was fast asleep.

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on her forehead. Zane laid there listening to the music enjoying the space he was in. He opened his eyes and allowed the tears he had been holding in his whole life to fall and whispered, “I love you too.” She heard him because she wasn’t fully asleep. It made her press her body closer to him and embrace what lied ahead of them.

  ***

  The sun was shining through Zane’s bedroom window and Shannon was still on top of him. His phone began to ring. He was hoping it wasn’t no thirsty bitch cause all that was dead from this point on. He grabbed the phone off the marble topped nightstand. It was Dallas calling. He picked up, “Hey family.” His voice had music in it. He grabbed his stereo remote to kill the music that was still playing.

  “Well great morning my nigga,” Dallas smiled on the other end of the phone.

  “Yeah it is a great morning boss.” He looked down at his sleeping beauty.

  “I need for everyone to meet me at the warehouse at five p.m. today. It’s payday.” He always said that when it was time to pass out money.

  “I’m on it family, everyone will be there for sho.” He assured him.

  “Make sure Dizzy’s crazy ass shows up, I don’t have time to chase that nigga to give him his money.” Dallas didn’t understand Dizzy. He just fucked with him because Zane vouched for his ass.

  “I will make it my business to get him there.” Zane laughed.

  “Okay then that’s my word my nigga.” Dallas was about to let him go.

  “Until th
en.” Zane said.

  “Oh yeah tell Shannon I said great morning.” Dallas burst out laughing.

  “Will do, will do.” He hung up the phone on Dallas’s laughter. It got under his skin sometimes the way Dallas kept tabs on people’s whereabouts. He knew that he would have to school Shannon on following orders cause if she didn’t Dallas would have someone press her the same way he did Nisha, and if that ever happened Dallas would be a dead man.

  Shannon began to wake up, and she tried to pulled her body off his. He grabbed her and kissed her. This loving side of him was wild to her.

  “Thanks daddy. I got to move around and get myself together.” She walked to bathroom for a hoe bath so she could drive home to change and get a real bath and change clothes.

  “That’s cool love, we got to meet with Dallas at five. It’s payday.” Zane didn’t give a damn for real he was good on paper.

  “I will be there!” She threw her clothes on and walked out the door. He watched her leave; he even watched her pull off his street. She was feeling real good and was hoping that what she was feeling was real. She knew with any relationship only time would tell. She was just going to flow with it and play it by ear. That’s one of the hardest things for a woman to do, but sometimes that’s just the way shit was.

  She made it home in about twenty minutes, took her bath and figured she would take a nap. First she had to let Jasmine and Nisha know about payday, she knew this would be music to Nisha’s ears. She hadn’t heard from her since she had been sent home.

  Jasmine picked up the phone. “What do you want bitch?” It was their way of showing sisterly love.

  “Call Nisha on three-way.” Shannon said. She was sleepy as hell.

  Jasmine conferenced Nisha in on the call. “Hey.” She sounded as if she was still sleep and high.

  “This bitch Shannon is on the phone too.” Jasmine told her.

  “What’s the word?” Nisha asked.

  “Dallas wants us to be at the warehouse at five p.m.” She stated.

  “I hope he got that money.” Nisha was woke now.

  “Yeah Zane told me its payday.” She confirmed.

  “That what I wanted to hear.” She was happy now.

  “Bitch why he always calling you and telling you shit?” Jasmine asked.

  “He didn’t call me. I was at his house and when I woke up to leave he told me.” Busting Jasmine’s bubble.

  “Woke up!” Nisha yelled.

  “Leaving?” Jasmine said.

  “Yeah.” Was all Shannon said.

  “Hell no bitch, you gonna tell us what happened and why you’re sleeping at Zane’s house and shit.” Jasmine said.

  “Right.” Nisha cosigned.

  “I will school you hoes later I need all ya’ll to know that he my man now.” She hung the phone up on their nosy asses.

  Jasmine made a memo to kick her ass later. She ended her call with Nisha and planned to get her day moving. She prepared herself for the argument she would have with her husband in order to leave the house. All this moving was new to her husband and he was getting tired of it. He thought she was cheating. She kept telling him that she wasn’t, but he wasn’t buying that shit. She had to do what she had to do though, duty called.

  Cash had linked up with Aja for lunch. He wanted to pick her brain to see if she knew about the streets movement around her city. They went to Houlihan's, which was located in the lower level of the mall. She came looking like she was going to the club in black skinny jeans, red half shirt with double C’s on it, oversized shades and a Chanel bag. She was fresh to death, Cash thought. She was fucking with a major player.

  Aja greeted him with a hug. She felt good in his arms even though she wasn’t as thick as he liked them to be. He pulled her seat out for her, and this was new to her. The men around her way didn’t move like that.

  “I see you date them go getters by your attire.” He joked with her.

  She laughed, “I am the go getter.” She put him on game without telling her business.

  “Oh really? So you know who to go to if a nigga need to move them thangs?” He began picking.

  “I might.” She was sly about the shit. “Why? You need a connect here? I thought ya’ll was getting it down there.” She was picking his brain this time.

  He had to half lie, “I’m the man in my city, and some niggas down my way got to hating and touched my cheese when I was out of town on business.” She looked at him like he was a narc.

  “Really.” She wasn’t impressed with his story because you couldn’t pay most people to fuck with her crew.

  “I don’t know you. Why would I have to have to lie?” He lied again.

  She couldn’t read him so she wasn’t about to talk business with him. She would run his street name by Vicious and see what she knew about dude. She changed the subject and enjoyed her lunch. She liked this dude, he seemed pretty cool. Hell she thought, Sean was cool too and boy was she wrong about him. She decided that she wasn’t taking any chances with this Cash dude. She walked a very fine line. She knew she had too much to lose and her sister’s trust would be the first thing to leave if she fucked up.

  They parted ways. Cash felt a little closer to his target thinking who ever she was down with might just be the people he was looking for.

  ***

  Zane had managed to get Dizzy’s crazy ass out of his house. He even went to pick the nigga up when he owned a damn Benz. This dude was weird as hell but he was family and Dallas wanted him there. It was Zane’s job to make it happen. Something had to be going on because Dallas usually didn’t press Dizzy much, so for him to ask for his presence it was major.

  “I don’t know why I gotta come.” Dizzy got in the car bitching. He needed to get his ass out that house living like a hermit crab.

  “Man just come the fuck on.” Zane was not about to let this nigga get on his nerves today. Not after the night he had.

  “Aye man don’t be talking all reckless to me.” Dizzy was extra today.

  “Nigga.” Was all Zane said and he shut the fuck up. He was crazy, but not crazy enough to fuck with Zane. He rode with his headphones on like the music in the car wasn’t on. Zane looked at him and shook his head. He wondered if that nigga mama drank or did drugs while carrying him or maybe she dropped his ass when he came out. It was four fifteen so they headed to the place to be.

  The women were in route as well. They all rode in Nisha’s new whip. There was no point in having all their cars going to the same damn place. They all talked a little shit. Shannon told them about her night with Zane and how they got to the point of fucking in the first place. Nisha felt like she had missed out on all the good shit. She was still a little emotionally torn but she tried hard not to let it know.

  She wasn’t fooling anyone though, if somebody moved too quick she jumped. She would get back to her old self sooner or later. It was her own fault she stepped out in the line of fire in a city she didn’t know shit about. It was a fool’s move. The ride was smooth and they pulled up about five minutes after Zane and Dizzy.

  The women jumped out the car. Nisha asked “Where Mack crazy ass?” No one told her Mack was dead.

  Everyone just looked at her like she was crazy Shannon said, “He’s dead.” Nisha wasn’t ready for the words that left her friends mouth. She walked away from the crowd heading toward the building. Zane felt bad for her, he knew that Dallas had played with her mind.

  Dallas opened the door greeting everyone with a hug. When he got to Nisha he held on to her, “I am so glad you’re better boo. That shit had me spooked to think one of my girls got hurt.” Zane almost laughed. Shannon could smell bullshit coming from his mouth.

  “Yeah I am better.” She held him tight.

  “You see why I make rules? I don’t want this world to hurt you.” He looked in her eyes.

  She hung on to his every word. The man was good at what he did. “You’re right daddy.” Those words let him know she was sold to the highest bidder, him. And from
there on out she would forever do what he told her and exactly how he told her to do it.

  The whole room watched the stage play that Dallas was putting on. Nisha felt like she was protected in his arms and there wasn’t shit anyone in the world could tell her from there on out, Dallas was her hero. That bought her mind back to life. She needed someone to comfort her and no one had until now.

  The man released her and told her to sit at his desk making her feel like a queen for the moment. Then he got right down to business. “I want to thank all of you for the hard work you all put down for your family. The news is still talking about the damage ya’ll caused. The pigs so deep down there right now they making it hard for them niggas to eat.” He was proud of his crew.

  “A half a million was bought home everyone here will get fifty thousand before you leave. Twenty-five thousand will be deposited in the trust fund I am building for each of our retirements. What we do is not meant to be a long term job. I suggest you trouble your brain for something you would like to invest in within the next year cause this shit is short lived.” The women were with that because they didn’t want to live the rest of their lives this way.

  Zane and Dizzy were used to it. They already had money in their trust. Dallas was a business man in every way. He would forever make sure his family was straight, not just for today but forever.

  Dizzy was here so he had to show his ass. “So what happen to this Jay bitch that fucked the crew and caused Mack to lose his life?” The feeling in the room became dark.

  “That’s why I called you all here. I’m glad you made it Dizzy.” Dallas spoke.

  “I don’t want to be here so it better be good. I could have gotten my money at some other time.” He let his feelings be known.

  “I am glad to see you too Dizzy.” Dallas fucked with him.

  Dizzy waved like man go on with that bullshit. Dallas laughed, “Well let me make my point so Dizzy can get back to his busy life.” The room filled with laughter because everyone knew that nigga wasn’t going to do shit but go home and play his game.

  “I want the crew to stand and give Jay a round of applause.” She came from the back looking flawless. No one clapped. The room was lost with what was going on here.

 

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