Raunchy (The Cartel Publications Presents)

by Styles, T

  “I said wait. Maybe we can work something out.”

  I knew what he wanted so I walked back over to the recliner and sat down. Then I lifted my shirt up and took it off. Grand always worked better with a pair of titties staring in his face. Last year me, Nut and Cherry used to come over here all the time to smoke. He use to let us smoke as much weed as we wanted for free, just as long as when we did it we sat around his living room with our shirts off.

  "Oh no,” he said slyly. “I’ma need more than that this time, little lady."

  Although I never fucked Grand, I had all intentions on doing whatever was necessary. "Then what do you want? To suck 'em or somethin’?"

  He stood up and walked toward me. "Naw, I want you to suck 'em first. Then I know you know what I want."

  Doing my best to read his mind, I took one of my breasts and placed the nipple in my mouth. Then I allowed my pink tongue to run over the tip. My breasts were sore from being pregnant but I couldn’t let him know. I was going to have to endure the pain. Plus he was so attracted to me, that if I did have to fuck him, I knew he wouldn’t last too long anyway.

  "What you want with this person?" He said looking at me with lust.

  "For now I just need you to get me the address. I think his name is Arnold Recaro." I paused. "Once I get the information I need, your involvement in all of this will be over. It’s as simple as that."

  "When you need it?"

  "I need you to do this soon, Grand. It can’t wait.” I said massaging my breasts seductively. “Now can you do it for me or not? I’m tired of asking you."

  "It depends on what you do next."

  There was no need in wasting time. He wanted what he wanted just like I wanted what I wanted. All my life I had to give people what they wanted sexually, to get what I needed. So this wasn’t new to me, just boring.

  Five minutes later, I was riding Grand's dick in the tan recliner. He clawed at my back and the smell of cigarettes and weed on his skin made my stomach churn once more. Grand lasted longer than I thought and it was disgusting to feel his body which was covered in hair against mine. But just like that, it was over.

  When we were done, he said, “Whoever did you wrong, you must really want them bad.” He paused. “Because I been trying to get in them panties for a minute. And now, I finally got ‘em.” He paused and said, “I guess Kali really fucked up huh?”

  He pulled his clothes up and grabbed a sweat towel that was sitting on the edge of the couch. Then he dabbed it all over his dark skin, leaving a few lint balls on his nose.

  “Just do your part of the deal, Grand.”

  “Have I ever let you down?” He asked me.

  “Never. That’s why I came to you.”

  “Then I won’t start letting you down today. Besides, if I do what you ask me to, you might give me some more of that sweet young thang.”

  “I doubt that, let’s just do one thing at a time.”

  I was on my way out the door when I remembered I needed some information on my father’s sister. I knew she use to be around here all the time because my father and my mother grew up in the neighborhood.

  “Grand, do you know where my father’s sister lives? She ever keep in contact with anybody around here anymore?”

  “Who, Angel?”

  “I thought her name was Angela.”

  He laughed. “It’s sad you don’t even know your own aunt’s nickname.” He paused. “We call her Angel.”

  “Well do you know where she is or not?”

  “I haven’t seen her since she moved to Texas. Why?”

  “Just asking. Well I gotta go, let me know when you get the information I need.”

  I walked hurriedly up the street hoping nobody would stop me about Constance who I was sure was still slumped over in her living room. But I couldn’t make it up the street without throwing up in somebody’s yard. Eventually I made it home.

  When I opened up my house door, two neighborhood niggas walked past me and left out the door. “What were ya’ll doing in my house?” I asked the younger one.

  “You betta ask your, grandmother.” The older one said counting money.

  When I walked further inside, I closed my door and my mouth dropped when I saw all my shit in the living room on the floor. My grandmother must’ve lost her fucking mind! When I went into my room, all of her tired ass shoes and clothes were back inside, like it was when I first moved in. Although I told her I was leaving, I know she knew it wasn’t going to be today.

  “Shirley! What the fuck is going on?” I asked looking for her throughout the house.

  I found her in the kitchen with the phone in her hand and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. The worn out leather phonebook she kept with her sat on the table and a rubber band held it together because the pages were falling out. And then I remembered, she’d definitely have Angela’s number in that thing somewhere. She had everybody’s number. I was going to have to get it from up under her.

  “What you mean what the fuck is going on? That’s why I never liked your ass, you too damn grown.”

  “Whatever,” I said.

  “Come over here,” she said her voice slurring. “Kiss me.”

  “Yuck! I’m not fucking with you again. Ever.”

  “Oh you not,” she laughed.

  “Fuck no!”

  “Well if you don’t, I might have a little information for the officer who came by today.”

  “What?” I said still mad about my shit being in the living room.

  “That little girl was murdered and Trip said she saw you coming out of her house.” I couldn’t believe the lengths Trip would go through, to get back at me. Did she set this whole shit up? And if so, how did she know Connie would really kill herself? “Now I got to admit the truth to the cops. Unless…”

  “Unless what?”

  She raised up, took her panties down and sat back in her seat. “Get over here.”

  My stomach churned just thinking about what she was making me do. Again.

  “Did you ever care about me?” I cried, mad at myself for hoping she did. As if her love would make what she wanted me to do a little better.

  “Now! Or do I have to call the cops?”

  I hated my life. More than anybody could ever wonder. Suddenly I started to wonder, if maybe Constance didn’t have the right idea after all.

  Nasty Shirley

  Harmony

  I was the sickest I had ever been after my grandmother made me have sex with her again. I was sitting in the living room, which thanks to Shirley was now my new bedroom, when someone knocked at my door. When I opened it, I saw Kali staring at me strangely.

  “What do you want?” I asked him as he walked inside. “I didn’t say you could come in.”

  “Well I’m in now. And what I want is you.” He had a brown paper bag in his hand and handed it to me.

  “I thought you didn’t want me to drink?” The bag had my favorite bottle of vodka inside. “And I thought you didn’t have any more words for me.”

  “You want the bottle or not?” I kept it even though I knew I shouldn’t. He wanted something from me but I didn’t know what.

  “Yeah.” I said closing the door.

  “Why you got your face all squinted up?” He continued. “You too busy for me or somethin’?” He talked to himself as if no one was in the room. “I’m sick of comin’ over here all the time for you to have a fuckin’ attitude.”

  “Well stop coming over here all the time then.”

  He balled his fists up and I backed up a little. “If I was Jace you’d be all smiles wouldn’t you?”

  “Kali, I told you I don’t want to see you no more after the last time you called. Where is Cherry? You should be worried about her instead of me.”

  “I ain’t goin’ nowhere before I’m ready.” He told me sitting in my living room on the couch. And why all your shit out here and not in your room?”

  “Kali, please get to your point. I don’t feel too good.”r />
  “So why you hangin’ out with my uncle so much lately?”

  “That’s my personal business.”

  He looked down at the floor and said, “You been tellin’ him about that kidnapping? You been tellin’ him my business?”

  “I don’t want to talk about that shit no more. Ya’ll got me tied up into something I didn’t want to be tied up into.”

  “So you really ain’t got no words for me, huh?”

  It was like he was asking me questions he knew I’d have negative responses to. And even though I knew I shouldn’t piss him off, I didn’t care.

  “Kali, I ain’t got shit for you. You violated with that shit you pulled a couple of weeks back. You didn’t care how I felt and I will never forgive you for it.”

  “You know what,” he said standing up, “I ain’t come over here about all that other bullshit, I came to see what you gonna do ‘bout my baby when it’s born.”

  Kali is sicker than I thought and his thoughts seem to run together. “You told me I fucked a rack of dudes and you even bought over a pint of vodka for me to drink today. So let me remind you…IT…AIN’T…YOUR…FUCKIN’…BABY! Okay?”

  “So it ain’t my baby, huh?” He said frowning.

  “You heard me, now please get the fuck out of my house before I put you out.” When I walked to the door, he took the side of his hand and hit me in the throat crippling me momentarily.

  “Bitch, if you can take my money, you can make time for me.” He said grabbing me by my hair. “When you gonna realize that I own you, huh? There ain’t a place on earth you can hide from me.”

  “I…I…can’t breathe.” I whispered.

  “One day, I’ma put a scar on that pretty little face of yours. Then every time you look into the mirror, you’re going to remember me.”

  I was rubbing my throat so he could know I couldn’t breathe, but the look in his eyes showed me he knew and didn’t care. When he opened the door to leave, two cops were standing there. One of their tags said Robins and the other Mendez. I shot up, brushed myself off and leaned against the wall. Kali shifted nervously where he stood before stepping all the way back.

  “Good morning, young lady. Good morning, sir,” he said to Kali.

  “Morning,” Kali said.

  “Is Shirley Pointer here?”

  “Uh…Yes,” I said feeling faint. I rubbed my throat some more and Kali sat down on the sofa, I guess trying to look normal. I wanted to tell the cops about the kidnapped girl then maybe they’d lock him up, so he could finally leave me alone. But what if they were here for me? Shirley said they came for me the other day asking questions about Constance.

  Before I could think more into it, Shirley walked to the door. “Good morning. What can I do for you?”

  “We have some information about the kidnapped girl. And your son.”

  Kali seemed nervous and adjusted in his seat. “And…What is it?”

  “We found her body along with your son’s in his car. They fell into an embankment in Virginia and died instantly. We’re just letting you know that the case is closed.”

  “You’re tellin’ me…You’re tellin’ me that my only surviving child is dead?”

  “Yes…And also that he was responsible for the kidnap and murder of the little girl from Nalle Elementary.”

  When I looked at Kali he smiled. He set all of this shit into motion and I knew the truth. But the cops evidently didn’t. He was more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.

  “Well, we just wanted to let you know, since we came here to question you about him the other day.”

  The other day? What did he mean the other day?

  “You came here the other day?” I said with a sore throat.

  “Yes. We did.”

  Shirley lied to me about the reason the cops were here just to get me to have sex with her again. Their visit had nothing to do with me…They were here for Charles.

  “Well have a good day, mam,” one of them said.

  “We’re sorry about your loss,” said the other before they walked away. I closed the door behind them.

  “Shirley, I thought you said the cops came for me that day? The day Constance was found dead!” I said following her into the kitchen.

  She said, “My son just died, and you come at me ‘bout some bitch who committed suicide.” For the first time ever, I saw her cry. “Well fuck your friend and fuck you!” She said crying as she walked to her room.

  I was filled with hate, rage and confusion. My life was so fucked up and I didn’t know the first thing to do to get things to change. She didn’t care about me, Jace didn’t care about me, and I wasn’t even sure if I cared about myself.

  Kali walked up to me and said, “Don’t worry, just like I took care of Charles for you…And that girl for Jace…I got you with your grandmother, too.”

  “NO! JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

  He laughed and walked out the door.

  Maybe Mine

  Jace

  My party was tomorrow night and I wasn’t even feeling it. Ever since Harmony came over I felt like I should be doing more for her. If it was true that she was pregnant, and that the kid was mine, she would probably lose it without my help.

  When I walked into my house, with Kevin followed behind me, I saw my crew in the kitchen.

  “I just got back from the mansion you rented for the party. We wanted to make sure everything was good with security.” Kreshon said.

  “So was it?” I asked grabbing a beer.

  “Man, you should see how many niggas Rick got surrounding that place.” Kreshon said. “It’s gotta be at least twenty mothafuckas, easy!”

  “Yeah…Your pops not fuckin’ around.” Kali added. “’Specially after that shit at the clinic.”

  After I found out the work Kali put into the missing girl, I had a new respect for him. He not only got the heat off of us, he put it onto somebody else who deserved it. A convicted pedophile. If only I could find out what happened to Herb Dayo and Sick Sense.

  “It’s whatever to me…Just as long as shit goes smoothly.” I said.

  “I feel you,” Kali added.

  “So what’s up with Herb Dayo and Sick? Anybody hear anything yet?” I asked.

  “Naw, man. They mothers ain’t heard nothin’ from them neither.” Kreshon said. “I think at this point the worst is what it is.”

  “Them niggas probably bailed out,” Kali said. “I never trusted either of ‘em.”

  Me and Kreshon looked at each other. This nigga lived in a delusional world.

  “How was Connie’s funeral?” I asked Kreshon. “Sorry I couldn’t go, man. Had some shit to take care of in New York.”

  “I know. It was what it was,” He said. “Still can’t believe shawty off’ed herself like that.”

  “Me either.”

  When my phone rang my maid answered it. “Hello.” She paused. “Yes, sir. He’s right here. Jace, it’s your father.”

  I got out of my seat and grabbed the phone. “Jace, something terrible has happened.”

  “What?”

  “Massive set a bomb off in my house and my entire crew is dead.”

  “The whole crew?”

  “Yep, everybody that you met when you were here. Except Leo Lips, he was in on it with Massive. My entire team has been murdered.”

  “I knew I didn’t like him when I met him.” I paused, angry I didn’t go with my gut and tell him. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah…Just got to start all over. I’m thinking about getting out of town for now.” He sighed. “Well, I’m counting on you more than ever. I have to lay low. For whatever reason, he wants my blood and everyone’s who’s involved with me.”

  “You killed his daughter, Rick.” I said growing angrier by Massive’s wrath.

  Silence.

  “I know, son. But it was business, not pleasure.” He paused. “So are you ready to officially become a man?” Rick said to me on the phone. That was his way of saying happy birthday
.

  “I thought you said I was already a man.”

  “In my book you are. But I started helping my father out with the family business at twelve, so you’re starting pretty late.”

  “Better late than never.” I paused wanting to ask him a personal question.

  “Is everything okay, Jace? You sound out of it.” He laughed. “I know I laid quite a bit on you today, but I still want to make sure you’re fine.”

  I was surprised he even noticed the something in my voice so I decided to take advantage. I looked at my crew and said, “Let me rap to Rick right quick. It’s private.” When they were gone I said, “Dad, I gotta ask you somethin’.”

  “You can talk to me about anything. What is it?”

  “I…I mean can you…Well…Is it possible to…”

  “Say it, son.”

  “Is it possible to…Get somebody pregnant…If you ain’t bust?”

  “If you ain’t bust?” He repeated.

  “Yeah. If you ain’t bust inside them. You know, while fuckin’.”

  “Why? Do you think you got somebody pregnant?”

  “I don’t know…I mean…I fucked this chick but I ain’t really…” I paused. For some reason it was hard for me to just say it to him. “I ain’t cum.”

  “I got it. Well,” Rick paused and cleared his throat, “you can still get her pregnant by the pre-cum, although it’s somewhat unlikely. But I wasn’t there so I can’t really be sure. The best way to find out really is to get it tested when it’s born.”

  “Okay…Well…Thanks, Rick.”