by J Peach
“Here, it’s a blue Navigator in the back, it’s yours. Get yo shit out the Suburban and give me those keys.” King stopped talking, noticing the waitress still standing there. “Why the fuck yo ass still standing here fah? Get yo ass the fuck gone. Nosy ass bitch, damn,” King snapped at her ass, making me laugh.
“Damn, King. Now she ain’t gon’ suck my dick fah you talking to her like that. Fuck wrong with you, man?” I asked him before grabbing ol’ girl wrist. “Hold down, sweetheart. He ain’t mean no harm, but we talkin’ right now. I’ll call you over when we done so I can see what that pretty mouth of yours feel like.” Ol’ girl snatched away from me, mugging hard as fuck.
“Sweetheart, don’t look like that. A face as beautiful as yours should never be scrunched up.” My thumb and pointer finger softly caressed her chin as I said that. As I licked my lips, she looked away from me. Her lips twisted to the side as she tried not to smile. “What’s yo name, sweetheart?”
She glanced back at me, biting into her lower lip. “Macy,” she replied in a sweet voice and I nodded.
“Macy, I like that. Well, Macy, finish doing your job and once me and my man here done talking, I’ll come find you. Is that cool?” I asked her. Macy nodded her head before turning and walking away. Once she was out of sight, I turned to look at King. “Fuck you looking at, nigga?” I already knew, so he didn’t have to say shit.
“How the fuck you gon’ try and sweet talk that bitch? That hoe probably blew every nigga that done came in this bitch. Bitch probably got sores in her mouth. Yo ass gon’ catch something from one of these nasty mouth hoes and yo damn dick gon’ fall the fuck off,” King said in all seriousness.
I started to choke on my drink because that nigga had the audacity to fix his fuckin’ mouth to say some shit like that to me. “No the fuck you didn’t. Bitch, you is a fuckin’ disease with them nasty ass bitches you fuck with. Boss, nigga don’t do that.”
King laughed before snatching the bottle of Hennessey and pouring himself a class. “Little mama do have a fat ass, yo,” he said looking around.
“That bitch probably let you fuck…” I trailed off as my phone started ringing. Seeing Krystal’s name again, I rejected the call. “That’s Krystal ass.”
“You asked her ass about that video?” King asked and I nodded.
“That bitch ain’t know shit, tho. I pulled my gun on her ass and everything, bitch just cried,” I told him while shrugging. Shid, I ain’t know who the fuck got in Peaches’ place, but we was gon’ find out. No doubt about it. “Did you go back to her apartment for the cameras?” I asked him and he nodded.
“Shit wasn’t there, tho. I checked with the landlord to see if anybody been there, but his old ass ain’t know shit. Bellow dumbass scared the old nigga, damn near gave that man a heart attack. That mothafucka don’t have no sense at all, he fuck’d that old man up. He ain’t know shit, tho.” He shrugged. “Nikki!” King called out to ol’ girl he was fuckin’ with, beckoning her over. “Go clean yo truck out, I’ll be back.” Once Nikki got to the table, King got up.
“I got an hour,” she told him while wrapping her arms around his neck. Looking over at me, she waved. “Hey, Blaze.”
Swallowing the rest of my drink, I poured another before pulling a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. “What’s up, baby girl?” I said while blowing smoke from my mouth.
Nikki was a cool chick. King and her had been fuckin’ around for a few years now. She was a stripper, but she wasn’t one of those loose ass bitches that fuck’d any nigga that threw a dollar at her. Shid, she was in school and everything. Working there was how she paid her tuition. King offered to help, but Nikki was like Peaches, she ain’t wanna have to owe a nigga shit. She’d rather do it proudly then leeching off a mothafucka. Shid, I could respect that.
Get yo money how you get it as long as you making it.
“Don’t do shit stupid,” King said as Nikki started pulling him towards the back. As they walked off, ol’ girl from earlier came back.
“Hey,” she said before sitting down in King’s spot.
Blowing the smoke towards her, I dumped the ashes while picking up my cup with my other hand. I took a drink. “I was bullshitting about you suckin’ my dick, if that’s why you came back over here.”
“N’all. I wasn’t going to suck your dick if that’s what you thought. I only came back because I think you’re cute.”
I laughed at that. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I gotda girl and she crazy as fuck. I can’t protect the both of us,” I said making her laugh.
“You’re funny,” she gave me a cheeky smile.
“I’m serious as fuck, too. I ain’t even gon’ put yo ass through that. ‘Cause I’ma throw yo ass to her and then run.” Shid, knowing Peaches dumbass, she would have probably left ol’ girl and chased my ass. That thought had me laughing as I could actually picture her little ass with them damn spiked brass-knuckles chasing my ass.
“Is it serious between the two of you?” She asked and I looked at her ass with a blank stare.
“Fuck kinda question is that? Why the fuck would I call her my girl if it wasn’t?” Taking another drag from my cigarette, I inhaled and held the smoke in my mouth for a few seconds and then blew it out in her direction.
“No need for the attitude, but do yo girl know you hang out in strip joints? I mean I done seen you in here a few times before,” she stated and I shook my head at her.
“You ask a lot of mothafuckin’ questions. Check it, I’m a grown ass man, I go where the fuck I want. I don’t need permission to do shit. Besides, I ain’t fuckin’ any of these bitches in here so it don’t matter,” I explained before looking her over.
Macy was a pretty, mocha skinned chick. Thick as hell in the hip area, nice set of perky titties and a pair of full lips on her.
“You talk a lot of shit, I see. I like that.”
“My girl gon’ like whoopin’ yo ass, too. She gon’ like that a lot,” I told her, laughing. I was just fuckin’ with ol’ girl, even so, that didn’t mean what I was saying was a lie either. “What’s up, tho? Why you over here? If you looking to fuck you got the wrong mothafucka. I don’t fuck different chicks, I got a girl for that. If you can suppress yo gag reflexes, if you got ‘em, then maybe I’ll let you take me to one of those rooms in the back. But if you just tryna dance for a nigga, I’m up for it.”
“You got a nice ass and I wouldn’t mind watching you shake it. If you just want conversation, then you can come out front and help clean out my truck. So, why are you over here?” I asked again as I slid out the booth, standing up. "You gon’ sit there looking stupid or answer the fuckin’ question?"
Her lips formed into a little pout before she rolled eyes. "You lucky you're cute and I have an hour free. Let me go get changed and I'll meet you out front," she said while getting up.
"I’ight," with that, I walked past her, going to the front of the club. Then I left out and went to my truck.
I opened the passenger door and then the glove compartment, grabbing a pair of latex gloves. Putting them on, I went to the back, got a towel as well as the rest of the cleaning stuff so I could wipe and clean the truck out. Couldn’t leave no trace of myself in there.
Chapter 24
Blaze
“What kinda name is Macy for a damn stripper?” I asked as I finished wiping out the backseats.
“Kitty is my stripper name, Macy is my birth name. Not too many people get it so you should consider yourself lucky. Why are you cleaning your car again, Mr. Blaze?” She asked, leaning against the front door.
“I have OCD you can say. I like my shit clean.” She hummed while sitting in the driver seat and letting down the sun visor. “Why the fuck you touching shit, get the fuck out.” Grabbing her arm, I pulled her out the truck.
“You don’t have to be rude, could’ve asked nicely and I would’ve happily got out,” Macy snapped and I looked at her ass. She rolled her eyes before she looked down at her hands. “She’s c
ute, is this your girl?” Macy asked, holding up a picture of Peaches and I. I snatched it from her and she hit me. “Don’t snatch, so is this the crazy chick?” Laughing, I nodded while slipping the picture in my pocket.
It would take Peaches’ sneaky ass to put a picture in there without me knowing.
“Yeah, that’s her. You nosy as hell and you talk too damn much. Shouldn’t yo ass be getting back to work?” I asked while slipping on the book-bag and grabbing the garbage bag off the ground.
“You a mean ass nigga, you know that, right?” Macy said, following me to the blue Navigator.
“I’ve been told. But if I’m so mean, why you still here talkin’ to me? Mothafuckas always yelling how mean and disrespectful I am, but they ass still fuck with me. So why complain?” I asked while throwing my stuff in the back of the truck.
“I can’t speak for no one else, but besides your mean interior, you seem like a real cool dude. And the fact that you’re nice to look at kinda clouds some of your cocky, asshole personality,” she explained. I liked the way she put that so I laughed.
“Is that what it is? Because I’m a handsome mothafucka it’s easy to look past my supposed meanness, huh?” I was curious to know.
Nodding her head, she walked up on me. Macy grabbed my wrist, pulled my arm up and locking it between our bodies as she pressed into me.
My brows rose at the action, even more so when her palm pressed against mine.
“You gave me too much and your bottle’s on the house. If things don’t work out in your current situation or you just wanna hang, call me.” Licking her lips, she stood on her tip toes. She looked hesitant as her eyes jumped from mine to my lips.
Licking my lips, I pulled my head back. “You kiss me and my girl find out, she gon’ beat yo ass. I ain’t gon’ stop her if she do,” I told her truthfully. Whether she believed it was the truth or not was her problem, not mine. Once those words left my mouth, Macy pressed her lips to mine, just a simple peck before pulling back.
“I’ll take my chances. I got to get back to work now, Mr. Blaze. Don’t be a stranger, I expect a call soon.” Kissing me again, she closed my hand and moved back. “Bye.” With a smile and a wave, she turned around and ran back to the club.
I watched as Macy ran in her hot pink track suit before disappearing. I didn’t know where the fuck those bold ass bitches came from. Two years ago, before I got locked up, I couldn’t find a bold, shit talking, non-gold digging ass bitch. But now that I was with somebody, those mothafuckas wanted to pop up. Fuck kinda shit was that?
Damn, temptation was a bitch.
Looking down at my left hand, I opened it. A laugh left my mouth as I counted all four bills I had given her. Licking my lips, I stared at her number that was written on the front hundred dolla bill along with the words, ‘call me’ and a smiley face on the side.
“Nigga, what got you smiling?” Hearing King, I looked up as he reached me.
“Ol’ girl, Macy. Bitch got balls. You know I like a bold bitch,” I told him while putting the money in my pocket.
“Don’t worry about it, Peaches gon’ know all about Macy ass,” King said, pulling out his phone.
“Shid, she knows about Peaches, I told her Peaches was gon’ beat that ass. Here,” I said while throwing him the keys to the Suburban.
“You talked to Peaches ass?” King asked, seeming frustrated as he dialed a number on his phone. “I been calling her ass all fuckin’ day, but her ass ain’t answering.”
“I was with her earlier, she was with yo bitch. They supposed to be going out or some shit. It’s a girl’s thing, so she wasn’t telling me where. What time is it?” I mumbled as I pulled out my phone. “Fuck, I gotda go. I told her ass I’d be there before she left, it’s ten minutes ‘til. Damn, I ain’t never gon’ get no pussy. Why the fuck her ass ain’t call me?” After shaking up with King, I hopped in the truck. But before I could pull off, a black car rolled up slowly.
To a unknowing mothafucka it would’ve seemed like they were looking for a parking spot, but if that was the case they wouldn’t have slowed once we were in view.
Grabbing my gun from my waist, I took the safety off as I got out the truck. Once I did, the car stopped then quickly sped off.
If it didn’t seem right, it never was.
“You saw that?” King asked as we watched the car speed out the parking lot.
“Mhm,” I mumbled while watching the entrance way as I started thinking. “What yo ass done been into?” I asked him, nigga looked at me like I was crazy.
“Fuck you talkin’ bout?”
“Nigga, don’t play stupid. Somebody been watching yo ass to know you’d be here. Half the time you always come here by yoself and I’m pretty sho that’s exactly how those mothafuckas expected to find yo ass tonight. What’s good man?” I asked, all seriousness. Somebody was tryna roll on my nigga, we couldn’t have that. It was best we handled it sooner than later.
“Real shit B, I don’t know what the fuck that’s about. Nigga, I already know where yo heads at and I’m with you, but I don’t know who the fuck that is. I got that plate number, tho, so I’ma find out and pay that mothafucka a visit. As matter of fact, let me call Le’Ron ass. I’m good, yo ass best get going before Peaches be pissed,” he said, pulling out one of his phones.
Shid, I was already late and her ass was gone no doubt. But it ain’t even matter, this seemed more important. I’d see Peaches later, I had to make sho my nigga was straight first.
“She’ll be straight. Call Le’Ron. I’ll follow you to drop the truck off then you hop in with me.” Nodding, he walked to the Suburban while calling Le’Ron.
Knowing Le’Ron’s ass, it would take no time getting the information we needed.
***
King was pissed when Le’Ron told ‘em the address the plate was registered to. It was some nigga name Snake that used to fuck with his girl Nikki. That explained how he knew where to find King’s stupid ass. When we found out who it was, King went back to the club to talk to her.
She told him Snake had been making threats, but she didn’t take him seriously. She said he called a week or so ago telling her to relay the message he was at him, and for her to tell King bye.
I guess that Snake nigga was still pissed about King beating his ass a few months back. He should’ve let that shit go or followed through on that threat. We didn’t play about no shit like that.
Hell n’all, not us. We was gon’ deal with that shit, now not wait until the mothafucka decided to grow his balls and come at us. Fuck kinda shit was that?
Seeing headlights light the street, we pushed further against the house as the car pulled into the driveway. Grabbing my gun, I cocked it.
“You should’ve shot that mothafucka. I don’t know why you wanna play with his ass. If you wanna body that nigga then do that shit instead of talkin’ bout it,” one of the dudes spoke as he got out the passenger side.
“I’ma get his ass, but I want to scare him first, let that mothafucka know I’m on his ass. I want that bitch shaking when I come at his ass,” Snake boasted excitedly.
Looking over at King, I shook my head. I wanted to laugh so damn bad at that clown ass nigga for even saying some shit like that. Nodding my head towards the front, King went out.
Not a word was said as he ran up to dude, once he turned around, King shot him twice in the head. Before his friend could run, hell, react, I had already let off two shots. Once he fell to the ground, I shot him in the back of the head.
Grabbing my arm, King pulled me back and we quickly cut through the backyard, hopping over one fence and then another. We ran five blocks over until we came to Broadway, the main street. Crossing the busy street, we walked to the Suga Shack where I’d parked my truck.
Once we got there, I leaned against it. Looking over at King, he was doing the same. I started laughing.
“Nigga, fuck you. Yo ass ain’t looking too good either,” he said, pushing me before laughing. “Fuck you, man.”
“I ain’t said shit. We ain’t done this shit since we were… what, eighteen? Nigga, I can’t be hopping no damn fences. Shid, I done got too damn spoiled,” I told his ass as we opened the doors to the truck.
Grabbing our wallets, I handed him his and then tossed him his watch and phone. Doing shit like that with King’s ass I always found easy for the simple fact that he was a good, quick shooter. He never second guessed or hesitated, when his gun was pulled he always shot. That was good for unplanned times like what we just did. Most dumb mothafuckas would’ve talked shit to ol’ boy, Snake, for the shit he said. But that could’ve been overheard and then we would’ve been risking ourselves being seen.
“Drinks on me?” King said, nodding towards the small spot. “Yo old ass can use it. Don’t act like I ain’t see yo ass almost fall after that second fence, nigga. That was almost yo fuckin’ face,” King laughed.
“Fuck you, I ain’t almost fall. I was ahead of yo ass, so what the fuck you mean?”
“Which is how I seen yo ass almost fall. The shit was cool, tho, got a nigga feeling young hopping fences and shit.” He laughed and I had to agree with him, it reminded me of how we were back in the day. Ain’t shit really changed, tho, we were just a little smarter than we used to be.
Chapter 25
Blaze
King was drunk, I was tipsy, but we were both high as fuck. Shit was cool, though, bitches on the pool table dancing, splitting, it was wild.
“Come on, B, let’s dance,” Krystal said, pulling her skirt down as she stood up.
Grabbing my beer from the table, I let her drag me to the floor. While King and I had already been at the joint, Krystal had repeatedly called my phone, so I just told her ass to come through. Shid, we were cool, wasn’t no harm in it. I tried calling Peaches, but she wasn’t answering so I figured she was pissed that I didn’t show up at the crib before she left.