“I see.” He chuckled. “You live in Orange on Hickory Street, right?”
“Maybe.” I tried to feel him out.
“I’ll be around there at about four o’clock. Meet me at the Harmony Bar, since you don’t want me to know where you live,” he said real smooth.
“Okay, see you then.” I hung up, ready to scream to the top of my lungs. I sat in my chair, smiling from ear-to-ear. When I was done eating, I went and took a shower and got dressed.
When the clock read 3:30, my heart began to beat fast. “What is wrong with you, bitch? It’s just a man, damn. Calm down,” I said aloud to myself as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
I sat at the bar until 4:40 before I decided to leave. I paid my tab and got up. When I got close to the door, in walked Malik and this tall, handsome dude who was fly from head to toe.
“All that money you making and you can’t afford a watch?” I asked, then walked past him.
“Damn, it’s like that?” Malik yelled as I hit the door.
“I don’t do late. Maybe next time you will be on time,” I said, opening the door. Then I walked out, leaving the two men standing there looking at each other.
When they got outside, I was gone.
A few seconds later, he turned the corner and I was walking fast and picking up speed.
Malik pulled up next to me and rolled down his window. “Yo!” he yelled out.
“Yo?” I stopped and looked at him.
Malik jumped out and walked up to me. “Look, I have an opportunity for you to make some money. I like the way you carry yourself. But don’t get it fucked up, I am not that nigga. I don’t chase women, they chase me,” he said real serious, then gave me a sexy smile.
“I can get money, but don’t ever act like I’m the type of bitch that don’t deserve respect, because I will chase that ass all right, and when I catch up to you, regret will be written all over your face,” I shot back, staring in his eyes. We shared a few seconds of heat before his boy hit the horn.
“That’s my boy, Sadeek. I think he wants to holla at you,” he said, filling my heart with disappointment.
“Oh, your boy wanna holla? What about you?”
“I would but my wife might be mad if I brought something this sexy home with me at the end of the night.”
Married. The word left a bad taste in my mouth. “The good ones are always taken.”
“Be patient,” he said, lifting some of the disappointment and replacing it with a little hope.
“Come take a ride with us.”
I took a ride with them and that ride changed my life. I went ahead and kicked it with his boy, but he was no Malik. All we did was fight and fuck. That shit got real old real fast. Sadeek was the type of nigga that wanted to be in control, but couldn’t maintain self-control. A bad combination for business, Malik used to always tell me when I came running to him about Sadeek. I was on the brink of just killing the nigga and pushing his dead ass in the Hudson, when Malik reminded me that everyone in his organization was important, and I needed to just be patient and things would play into my favor.
One night, me, Malik, Sadeek, and Raheem sat in the club talking shit and relaxing from all the running we had been doing. Malik looked over at a group of girls that were passing bottles and flossing.
“Yo, that’s the bitch with all the mouth who tried to get rowdy at The Rink last Saturday,” Malik announced.
“Which one?” I asked as I went in ‘whoop ass’ mode. “That bitch with the red stretch pants.”
Without hesitation, I jumped up, grabbed the champagne bottle by the neck, and headed in their direction.
I gripped the bottle then tapped the girl on the shoulder. When she turned, I smacked her in the mouth, knocking her over the table and causing a stream of teeth and blood to spill from her mouth on her way to the floor.
“Next time, bitch, watch your mouth,” I spat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” One of her girls jumped up but stopped when I pulled out my gun and stuck it in her face.
“What was that?” I asked, looking at the girl frozen in place. “Yeah, I thought so, punk ass.”
I dropped the gun to my side and walked away. When I got to the table, the crew was staring at me with pride in their eyes.
“Damn Key, you fucked her up,” Raheem said, looking at the crowd that was forming on the other side of the room.
“Fuck that bitch. She got Medicaid,” I said, passing them while heading toward the door.
As I walked off I heard Malik say to Sadeek, “Don’t look at me. That’s your bitch.”
“Yeah, but you got her thinking she Teflon.” Malik laughed as they came up behind me.
From that day on, bitches knew I was that Bitch. I took pride in being the only female in an all-male crew, who could slang and bang.
One night when I came in, Sadeek was fast asleep in the bed, which seemed a little fishy being as though I never beat him home. I stopped and walked to the closet to take off my clothes. When I opened the closet, this bitch jumped out and tried to run past me. I caught that bitch by the back of her head and pulled my nine.
“Bitch, make the wrong move and it will be your last move,” I warned.
Sadeek jumped up. “Hold up, ma. Let me explain,” he pleaded.
I let off a shot in his direction. “Don’t make me kill your punk ass.”
“Fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled out.
“You got a bitch in my house? In my bed!” I yelled, smacking the woman in the head with the gun. I pulled her to the floor and rested the gun at the top of her head.
“Chill the fuck out, yo!” he yelled again.
“You want me to chill?” I asked as I pulled back the hammer, ready to blast both of they ass.
“Keisha, don’t!” he yelled out like a bitch.
The chick was crying and begging for her life, which only fueled my fire.
I smacked her on the side of her face and kicked her in the back. The woman crawled into the corner and cried with her hands over her head.
Sadeek was both relieved and afraid to move.
I looked at him as I struggled to create the words to say to his sorry ass. “The only reason why you’re still alive is because I don’t want to fuck up my new carpet. Get your shit, get your bitch, and get the fuck out. I’m going to leave this house, and when I get back you better not be nowhere in sight,” I warned as I turned to walk away.
“Dirty bitch,” I said, passing her and spitting in her face. As I reached the door, I heard him say, ‘Dutchess, are you alright?’
Her name played in my head like a bad record as I drove in pain. I didn’t know what to do or think. I drove all the way down Route 1&9 and got a room at the Swann Inn. Once I was settled, I picked up the phone and called Malik.
“Hello?” he answered with a little panic in his voice.
“I am just letting you know I am at the Swann on 1&9, if you were looking for me.”
“What happened? That nigga said something about you pulling out on him.”
“Yeah, but did he tell you he had a bitch in my bed?” “That nigga is crazy. You okay?”
“No,” I said, then started crying.
“I’m on my way,” were the last words he spoke before he hung up.
Within the hour, Malik was at the door.
When I opened it he walked in, grabbed me by the back of my head, and kissed me long and passionately.
“I should have never let him have you,” he whispered, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“Malik, don’t . . .” I said as he placed his lips on mine again.
“Don’t fight this shit. We been playing with our feelings for months. You’re supposed to be mine,” he said as he pulled me close to him. His hands were all over me.
I melted with his every touch. The more his hands roamed, the more I erased the worst evening of my life. Within minutes, we were both naked and in a full embrace.
As he laid me down
on the bed, I began to replace the love for Sadeek with the pleasure of finally being able to have Malik in my presence and between my thighs. He entered me, filling me up with all he had to offer. The power he had during the day, doubled between the sheets. Finally, I understood why females were lining up to be chosen.
Softly he whispered in my ear as he stroked away my pain, “You’re mine.” He repeated those two words between kisses.
Shit, that nigga had me at hello.
After that night, we were inseparable. The only regret I had was that he begged me to take Sadeek back, and we had to hide what we had. I hated Sadeek. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to choke his ass out.
Two months after Malik and I slept together, I found out I was pregnant. I was ecstatic. But again, I could not celebrate the way I wanted to because I had to pretend the baby was Sadeek’s. Thank God, I had given him some pussy right before I busted him with that bitch, or it would have been some shit in the wind.
Malik kept telling me I needed to be patient and hang in there. He had some big shit planned that would take us to the next level. He had a new connect, this nigga named Dread out of Chicago. He was moving big weight, and we were going to make a mint. Malik had taken a few trips out to see him and business was picking up. The other thing Malik had cooking was this banker. This dude was supposed to help us start changing our dirty money into clean money. Malik was going to throw an end of the summer party to bring everyone up to speed on what was going on and where we were going.
The night of the party came, and Malik’s house was full of all kinds of people I had never seen. This cat named Scarie, who came representing Dread, looked like he had something up his sleeve. A few times I peeped Sadeek trying to get a side conversation going, which he quickly put an end to. The men talked and socialized until the sexy man in the suit came through the door.
The whole room came to attention, and the whole mood changed. He was dressed in a three-piece chocolate brown linen suit. He looked like he shit dollars, pissed gold, and his dick dripped diamonds. And he had a bad bitch on his arm that looked like she could answer yes to every question.
“Damn, that nigga is a boss,” my Aunt Pat came over elbowing me.
“He damn sure is,” I said with clenched teeth. “That bitch look like money too,” she whispered.
Just as I was about to respond, Malik called me and he waved me over.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Pat, who was all eyes as I walked over to Malik.
“This is Keisha. She is a reliable member of my team. We gonna handle that business we talked about.”
“Is that right?” the man said real smooth and looked me up and down. He made my heart drop straight to my coochie. When his sexy hazel eyes met mine, I lost my breath.
I had to pull my shit together real quick. “Hi, how you doin’?” I said.
“I’m good now,” he shot back “This is my baby, Mo. She’ll be working with you from time to time. I want y’all to exchange information,” he instructed. He rubbed her back then pulled her close to him. She looked up at him like he was the only one in the room. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips, squeezing her butt a little before looking back at us.
“Handle ya business,” he gently ordered.
That bitch floated over to me like she had helium in her shoes. I stood there thinking that nigga must be eating that pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Where can we talk?” she tranquilly asked. “Kitchen is good,” I said, leading the way.
From that day forward, our shit went straight to the top. The only snag in our perfect life was the day I got busted. There I was facing racks of time. It would be that Mr. Wells, the guy in the fancy suit, had more connections than we knew. He was able to get my baby released to my Aunt Pat and then get me out two months later. When I hit the streets, it was business as usual, except my status was taken up a notch. Something that didn’t sit well with the men in the group. And Sadeek was becoming more and more green with envy. I was tight with everyone at the top and making more money than he was. Because he couldn’t faze me any other way, he started messing with that bitch Dutchess again, but I didn’t give a fuck. I had Malik and my baby.
Everything came to an end when Scarie started making too many trips to Jersey. Dread put him on a short leash, and he was not feeling it. Time passed, and the more I gained respect, the more Sadeek tried to disrespect me.
Sadeek crept in the house at 4 am trying not to wake me up. He lay on the couch and put one of his legs on the arm rest. He had just begun to doze off when he was awakened by an ice cold shower. I doused that nigga with a cup of water, ice and all.
“What the fuck!” Sadeek jumped up and tried to adjust his sight.
“Yeah, muthafucka. You think you can just walk in my fucking house at four in the gotdamn morning and just lay your head down and go to sleep?” I was pissed off. I was starting to hate even the thought of Sadeek.
“I was taking care of some shit. You lucky I ain’t jump up and slap the shit out of you!” He walked to the kitchen talking shit and trying to dry off. I wanted to grab a knife and carve his ass up real nice.
“Yeah right, muthafucka! You ain’t that crazy. However, you got to go.”
“Go where? Why the fuck is you trippin at four in the fucking morning?” he yelled, bumping me on his way back to the living room. I had to catch myself from going into the wall. I caught my balance and went off.
“I don’t give a fuck what time it is or where you go. I can make a suggestion though. Start with the bitch whose pussy you just climbed out of. Go back and knock on her fucking door.”
“I wasn’t with no bitch. I was taking care of business.” Sadeek was lying his ass off. I knew his dirty ass had been fucking with whatever bitch he could get his dick in.
“Look, I can’t take this shit no more. You got to get the fuck out. You can leave by will or by force. You draw it up.”
Sadeek looked at me like he wanted to knock the shit out of me, but he wasn’t crazy. He knew that Malik would take his fucking head.
“Step lively, muthafucka. And give me my keys.” I put my hand out with major attitude.
Sadeek reluctantly handed me the keys and headed to the door. He opened the door then turned to me and said, “I guess you can go back to playing house with Malik.”
“Don’t worry about what the fuck I do with Malik. You just worry about those dirty bitches you stick your dick in.”
I guess Sadeek thought about what I said and then responded, “If you wasn’t so busy giving my pussy to the next nigga I wouldn’t be fucking other bitches.” He gave me the dirtiest look then headed out the door.
I slammed the door shut behind him. "Sheeeit . . . you damn right I’m fucking Malik, and his dick is good as hell!" Then I thought about how he was all up in it the other day. I headed back to my room and hopped in the bed. I was free.
The next morning I met with Mr. Wells, and he made me an offer I could not refuse. And ate my pussy while doing it. I tried to resist, but he had a magnetism about him that rendered a woman incapable of having reasonable thoughts while in his presence. We wrapped up our meeting with him feeling empowered and me feeling ashamed. I defended my behavior with thoughts of, Well, Malik is married. That only worked when we were apart, but when we were together I felt like dirt. I knew Malik loved me, but I knew he would never leave his wife. So, to compensate for what I was missing, I met Tyquan for lunch every Wednesday, and he erased all my fear and grief.
Once after our rendezvous in his office, Mo stopped by, and I could tell she smelled sex in the air. He was talking to her but looking at me.
Monique looked in my direction, and I could see disgust in her eyes. She walked out of his office with a plan. It was written all over her face.
The last twenty years of my life have been a blur. The beatings, the pain, the strangers. The only thing that I know to be real is KoKo, my baby. She is the best of me, the only thing I ever got right
.
KoKo closed the book and looked over at her mom, who was now fast asleep. She had so many questions, but they would have to wait. Once she covered Keisha up, she sat in the chair by her bed. KoKo wanted her face to be the first one she saw when she woke up.
- 30 -
Tell All or Risk All
Baseem walked into the pool hall with Pete in full ‘stay the fuck outta my way’ mode. He walked right past everyone in attendance, not even making eye contact.
Everybody looked up from the pool table and bar as he went straight to his office.
Pete stopped at the bar to get at Chucky.
“What’s up, my nigga?” He shook his hand and gave him a half hug.
“Y’all made some changes up in here. Shit look nice,” he said, looking around at the new arrangement. Baseem had the walls painted a glossy black matching a black galaxy granite bar and all black pool tables with glow-in-the-dark balls. With the lighting, that shit was popping. The gray sandstone top tables matched the silver stools and chairs and the smoke gray mirrored walls.
“Yeah, Bas been making a few changes here and there. How was your flight?” Chucky asked Pete, who had just got back from Cali.
“Long as hell. I had a layover, then this lady sat next to me and talked my fucking ear off.”
“That’s fucked up. What’s up with our boy?”
“I can’t call it. He was quiet all the way from the airport.
KoKo here?”
“Nah, she outta town.”
“Ai’ight, let me go have a sit down with Bas. I’ll see you on the way out.”
Pete bumped fist with Chucky and headed to the office.
Pete walked in the office and closed the door. Taking a seat on the couch across the room, he kicked his feet up on the coffee table and rested his hands on his chest. “So, what’s up for the evening?” he asked Baseem as he tried to kick back from his long flight.
“I need you to make some runs before you go to the hotel. I gotta leave town for a few days. Get with Chucky and whatever he got going on, ride with him.”
“Got you.”
“Everything good on the West?”
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