“Wuz good, ma?”
Skinny searched around the yard, but E wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Where E at?” she asked.
Lil’ B motioned over to the apartment. “He inside counting money I just brought from the trap.”
Skinny nodded in understanding. “You know where we going yet?”
“Naw, why?”
“I got the officer that work in yo’ Paw’s cell in the mornings to go out with us,” Skinny answered, grinning and nodding.
Lil’ B figured that Skinny and Richard must be up to something, but he had a hard time believing that one of the correction officers actually wanted to accompany their group. “Which one?” he asked.
“This bad ass bitch named Kita,” Skinny’s smile grew wider. “They call her Ms. Jackson at the jailhouse.”
Knowing that Richard and Skinny both had good taste, Lil’ B couldn’t’ wait to see what Kita looked like. “Tell her to get out the car Ma,” Lil’ B said, smiling.
“A’ight, hold up.” Skinny walked back towards the car and opened up the passenger side door. “Kita, get out the car. My son wants to meet you.”
Sliding out of the car, Kita stood on the sidewalk and looked around for a young child, but saw a man not much younger than her. She glanced over at Skinny, quizzically. “Okay, but where he at?”
”Who I was just talking to.” Skinny pointed towards Lil’ B. “That’s the one I was telling you ‘bout.”
Kita looked at Skinny in disbelief. “That ain’t no boy,” she whispered, eyes wide, as if she were telling Skinny a secret that no one else knew. “That’s a man.”
Skinny laughed and started walking forward expecting Kita to follow. Right on cue, Kita followed behind, looking hesitantly at Lil’ B.
Kita, Ms. Jackson, really was a bad ass bitch. He could just imagine those round curves in between his hands as he pounded her from behind. “Wuz good lil’ mamma?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. Of course, he already knew that Kita was off limits, but looking and fantasizing until she became a full-fledged member of The Family couldn’t hurt.
“I’m good. How ‘bout you?” Kita asked. Despite the fact that Lil’ B was practically undressing her with his eyes, and despite the fact that she barely knew any of these people, she realized that she felt strangely safe with them.
“So I’m gone tell you straight up, my ol’ boy…”
“Hold up, who is your ol’ boy?” Kita asked, interrupting Lil’ B.
“Rich Kid, you know? Richard Gary,” Lil’ B chuckled.
Kita placed her hands on her voluptuous hips and turned her head to the side in thought. This just didn’t make any sense to her. “How is that your daddy and you look like you’re a grown man yourself?”
Lil’ B shook his head. “Let’s just say, it’s a long story. But Rich Kid adopted me when I ain’t had nobody.” There’d be plenty of time for catching up, later.
Skinny laughed and redirected Kita’s line of questioning. “Kita, you ask too many questions.” She wrapped her arm around Kita’s waist.
Kita looked around, embarrassed and nervous. “I’m gone go sit in the car, a’ight?”
Kita started to turn towards the car to walk away, but Skinny was already ahead of her. Slightly tightening her grasp around Kita’s waist, she pulled Kita forward, moving her in the direction of the E’s apartment. At just that moment, E came walking down the stairs, holding an AK47. “Hold up,” Skinny said, pointing in E’s direction. “You got one more person to meet.”
Kita peered at E nervously. Her heart raced. “What he doing?" she asked. She turned her head slightly to address Skinny, but never fully took her gaze off of the large gun in E’s hand.
“Nephew!” E yelled as he stepped down from the last step onto the ground. “Get off the trunk so I can put this shit in!”
Lil’ B swatted E’s comment away. “Just put that shit in the back seat.” His butt remained firmly planted on the trunk of the car.
Almost missing Kita altogether, E did a double take passing her and Skinny. The new face suddenly registered and he took a few steps backwards. Pursing his lips, E shot Skinny a silent question. Who the new eye candy?
“Bro,” Skinny said, smiling as she hugged Kita’s hips a little tighter. “This is Kita. Kita, this is E.”
E smiled politely, “Wuz good, Kita?” He couldn’t’ help but notice how nervous she looked with her eyes darting back and forth between him and the gun in his hands. Then suddenly, her eyes dropped to the ground and she took off at the speed of lightening, calling, “I’m going to the car,” over her shoulder. E watched her speed walk to the car and climb in before turning to Skinny. “Wuz good, lil’ mamma?” his tone questioning.
“She probably ain’t use to being around people like us,” Lil’ B piped up from behind them.
“Whatever, Lil’ one.” Skinny rolled her eyes. Richard never would have sent Kita to them if he’d had any doubt that she could handle all of this. Sure, she needed some breaking in, but the effort would be worth it. “Where we going?” Skinny asked, turning her attention back to E.
“I was thinking Coco’s,” E answered and then shrugged. “Or the Rolex one.”
“I’ll follow you,” Skinny replied, already walking back towards the charger. Climbing in the driver’s seat, she turned the key in the ignition then glanced over at Kita to see how she was doing. “You act like you ain’t never seen that big ass gun he had.” Skinny looked on as Kita continued to watch E through the passenger window.
Kita’s heart was still beating wildly in her chest as she watched E place the gun in the back of the car. She held her arms over her chest tightly as if she were cold. “Skinny, I ain’t never saw one of those in real life, only in the movies.” She watched as E placed another gun in the back of the car. Without taking her eyes off of him, she asked, “What’s that he putting in there now?”
“That’s what you call a hundred round drum,” Skinny answered matter-of-factly.
Kita finally turned her gaze towards Skinny. Her eyes were glazed with fear. Her face was at least five shades paler than it should be. “And what they going to do with that?” She was now biting her lip, using the pain to keep her from screaming at Skinny. “I thought we was going to the club, not a shootout.”
“Calm down,” Skinny said, expression stone. “It’s just for our safety. It’s better to be prepared then get caught slipping.” Skinny started to wonder if breaking Kita in was going to be harder than she had originally thought, but just as the thought formed in her mind, Kita started to look as though she was starting to relax a little.
“Skinny, I don’t know why, but I trust you,” Kita said, turning and giving Skinny a small smile. “So please don’t let nothing happen to me tonight.”
Skinny returned the smile, satisfied with Kita’s response. “Kita, I got you. Now give me a kiss.” Skinny leaned over the console towards Kita a little.
Kita’s heart raced again, only this time, it was a different fear. She could feel her hands shaking and hoped that Skinny couldn’t see it. Hesitantly, she leaned over towards Skinny. As she slowly neared Skinny’s lips, Kita’s own lips started to quiver – with fear or anticipation, she wasn’t sure which. Finally making contact, Kita closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. She blanked out the fact that she was kissing a woman at first, but then Skinny touched the side of her face and pulled Kita in further. Skinny’s soft hands forced Kita’s eyes wide open. Skinny was staring right back at her.
Out of nowhere, yet somewhere deep inside, a tingling sensation started to ignite between her legs. Kita leaned in further and allowed Skinny’s tongue into her mouth. The soft, warm caressing of Skinny’s tongue sent her into overdrive. She was now thrusting her own tongue into Skinny’s mouth, hungrily, but Skinny slowed the kiss down and started pulling gently on Kita’s lower lip, so Kita stopped moving and just enjoyed the feeling. Closing her eyes, she breathed in Skinny’s scent. And then the kiss suddenly stopped.
Slowly, Kita opened her eyes. Skinny’s nose was still just inches away. “And what was that for?” Kita asked, trying to slow her breathing, fighting the urge to pull Skinny’s mouth back to hers.
“That was to tie you into The Family.” Skinny smiled and sat back in her seat. “Now roll down the window and call your brother E over there.”
“You serious?” Kita asked, her face crumpled in disbelief.
“You think I’m playing?” Skinny’s brow furrowed and her lips thinned as she waited for Kita to follow direction. Watching Kita reluctantly roll the passenger side window down, Skinny added, “And tell Lil’ B he yo’ nephew now, so stop calling you lil’ mamma.”
Kita turned her head back towards Skinny for a moment, looking for a change in expression, but there wasn’t one. Kita really had meant what she said; she did feel safe around Skinny, and her fear of E had diminished some, but now she was a little afraid that she might have hurt his feelings. Finally, admitting defeat, Kita yelled out the window, “Ay bro, come here.” Her voice wavered, making her statement sound more like a question.
E looked up to see who had called his name. It hadn’t sounded like Skinny. Seeing it was Kita, he turned to Lil’ B. Quickly, Lil’ B gave E the run down, letting him know who Kita was and how it might benefit them. Finally realizing that there was a plan behind inviting Kita into The Family, E walked towards the red Charger. “Wuz good, Sis.” E smiled at her warmly, officially welcoming her to the family.
“I..uh..I didn’t mean to walk off on you like that.” Kita looked down at her hands, a little ashamed at how she’d behaved earlier. “I just ain’t never been round guns like that.” Suddenly, she lifted her gaze back to E’s face, her eyes pleaded for forgiveness and understanding. “I’ll come around eventually, trust me.”
E looked past Kita at Skinny, a shocked look on his face. “You told her to say that, Sis?”
Skinny shook her head, “I ain’t told her to say shit.” A prideful smile crossed her lips. “I don’t know where that came from.”
E shrugged. “It don’t matter. She family now. I know she cool if Rich Kid trust her round us.” After giving Kita one last courteous smile, he turned and walked away.
Skinny was right! Kita thought to herself. Seeing Lil’ B out in the yard, Kita put the next part of Skinny’s command into play. “And, Lil’ B!” Kita yelled out the window. “Stop calling me lil’ mamma ‘cause you my nephew.”
“I got you, Auntie,” Lil’ B replied, smiling and nodding in Kita’s direction. “Say no more.”
Chapter 16
Even before they had reached Rolex, Skinny could tell that they were going to have to pay for parking. The place was packed. After having E pull to the side so she could lead the group, she pulled up beside the club’s head bouncer and rolled down her passenger side window. “Ay Red!”
The tall muscular bouncer named Red turned to the sound of his name and peered into the car it had come from. He recognized Skinny immediately. “Skinny! What’s good girl? Where your man?”
“He out of town,” Skinny lied, adding, “You gone get us somewhere to park?” She asked as she pointed towards the parking lot.
“I know he locked up,” Red replied, shaking his head and ignoring her question. “It’s the word on the street.”
Skinny’s brow creased as she leaned further into the passenger seat. Her head was now parallel with Kita’s breasts. “How the streets know ‘bout that?” she asked.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I got three parking spots right here for y’all three.” Red pointed towards the spaces as he spoke.
Skinny dug some money out of her purse and tried to hand it over to Red, but he held his hands up in protest. “It’s on the house ‘cause you know Rich Kid showed me love when he was out here.” Red smiled and then turned to move the orange and white construction cones that separated the street from the parking lot. Once moved, Red waved Skinny into the lot, using his hands to tell her to pull forward.
Kita had silently sat by and watched the whole conversation. At the exact moment that Red had said “on the house,” Kita’s jaw had dropped in shock and the expression had stayed there until Skinny had finished pulling into one of the open spots. Now she turned to Skinny; her jaw was now closed, but her eyes were still wide with amazement. “Damn…a lot of mother fuckers know y’all. Do everybody treat y’all like this?”
Not really understanding what Kita was so shocked about, Skinny turned and answered, “Just me, Rich Kid, Lil’ B and E…why?”
“’Cause when I came here last time, they made us park at Walgreen’s across the street.” Kita’s expression reflected the disgust she had felt that night having to walk so far just to get to the club.
“Well,” Skinny smiled. “I’m gone let him know you part of The Family, so you ain’t got to worry ‘bout that no more.”
Kita watched Skinny fish under the driver’s seat for something, her mouth twisting into a look of concentration as she searched for whatever it was she was trying to retrieve. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as she started to sit up, a colt 45 in each of her hands. Again, Kita’s mouth hung open in shock. She wondered if there were more guns under the seat. She also wondered how everyone could just drive around with guns in their cars without considering the consequences. “What if we would have got pulled over?” Kita asked, pointing to the guns.
Dismissing Kita’s question as naïve, Skinny nodded her head in the direction of Lil’ B and E. “Lil One would have made them turn around with the hundred pound drum. “Her tone matter-of–factly, but there was an edge of irritation starting to creep up. Skinny wasn’t used to answering so many questions.
“What about the tag numbers?”
Skinny rolled her eyes. “These rentals. Just report them stolen and have more cars in the morning or we can just lose them in a chase. These cars go damn near two hundred twenty miles an hour.” Done answering questions, Skinny shoved the driver’s side door open and swung her legs out.
Kita climbed out of the passenger side, but hadn’t picked up on Skinny’s irritation at answering questions. “They gone let you in there with them?” she asked, pointing at Skinny’s purse, where she’d tossed the guns.
Skinny stopped, turned around and marched back where Kita stood, about eight steps behind. “What I told you’ bout all them questions?” Skinny asked, the irritation in her voice now palpable.
Kita looked down at the ground. “I-I just want to know.”
Feeling a little bad for being so hard on Kita, Skinny placed her hand on Kita’s shoulder and guided her towards the door of the club. “Well,” she whispered in Kita’s ear. “This is what I want you to do. I want you to just watch everything and how it goes down. Then you won’t have to ask no questions.” Kita nodded in understanding as Skinny continued. “Don’t make it obvious though, cause you don’t want the haters to think you slipping.”
Skinny had finished the explanation just as they had reached the front of the club. Kita replied, “I got you. I can do that.” She smiled at Skinny, hoping that all of her questions hadn’t been too much of a bother.
Certain that she was now free of all the annoying questions, Skinny turned to where Red stood, still guarding the parking lot entry. “Ay Red! Let me holla at you before we go in the club.”
Without a word, Ron walked towards Skinny and Kita. Only when he’d reached where the girls were standing did he say “Wuz good, Skinny?”
“Check this out,” Skinny wrapped her arm around Kita and pulled her into the small group as she spoke. “You see her? This here my girl ‘til my boy come home. If she come up here with her lil’ friends, do her right. She family.”
Red nodded in understanding, smiled, and walked away as Kita and Skinny made their way back towards the club doors. Just as they were getting ready to walk in, Skinny heard a familiar voice calling her name.
“Ay Skinny!” Skinny spun around to face a grinning Ron. “How much y’all pay for them Daytona’s?” he asked, poin
ting back towards the Charger.
Skinny grinned back. “Wuz good, Ron?”
Ron suddenly noticed the new face standing next to Skinny. “Who this with you?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over Kita’s curves.
“I’m Skinny’s wife and Rich Kid’s wife,” Kita blurted without thinking. “We just got married tonight.” She smiled shyly and dropped her gaze to the ground. She wondered where that outburst had come from.
Skinny noticed the disappointed look on Ron’s face as he said “Oh, ok. So you family then.”
Lil’ B and E had finally made their way up to the door. Knowing how Ron could talk, Lil’ B came up to the crowd, set on getting them through the front doors. He was ready to play with some strippers already. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, smiling and using his hands to motion them forward.
As Ron pulled the door open for everyone to enter, Alicia stepped out of the exit door. They would have missed her completely if Lil’ B hadn’t turned to watch another hottie coming out of the exit just before Alicia.
“Ay Auntie!” Lil’ B hollered over, smiling. “I know you ain’t leaving!”
“I ain’t going nowhere,” Alicia said, stepping out into the cool night air. She walked over and gave Skinny a hug, then moved on to Lil’ B. “I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll be back in in a few.”
“A’ight,” said E, leaning over for his hug from Alicia. “We gone be in the V.I.P., Sis.”
Alicia nodded her head as she spoke, “Okay, I’m coming back in like five minutes.”
Ron, Skinny, Kita, E and Lil’ B all headed into the club and requested three tables in the V.I.P. section. As they headed back, one of Lil’ B’s favorite songs came on and he bopped his head to the music, leading the group to the back of the club, looking the honeys up and down as the crowd parted to let them all pass.
The music pulsated through their bodies, the flashing lights added excitement to the atmosphere. Bodies gyrated throughout the club, some of them strippers, some of them patrons. It was a busy night.
“What y’all want to drink?” Skinny asked as they took their seats.
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