by Lucinda John
The club started to wind down, but my boys was still getting white boy wasted with the white girls. Blunts were being passed around, bottles being popped, money scattering, bitches on their knees sucking dick; it was a real movie. When I saw lil mama I was checking for bust a move I decided to follow her. I was about to approach her when Bobby’s bitch ass beat me to it. It wasn't until I saw the gift bags that I realized that they knew each other.
We share the same birthday, I thought as I overheard Bobby wish her a happy birthday and handed her armloads of gifts. She wrapped her arm around him, and thanked him with a hug. Shit, I wanted to go over there and say 'you're welcome'; it was because of me he was able to afford all of this shit.
Before I started supplying Bobby, he was selling mediocre bricks and bap weed. I started supplying that nigga with that grade-A shit that had the cracks heads on the other side going crazy. I wasn't complaining though, because I was taxing his ass harder than Uncle Sam. The only difference was next year January I wasn't giving him shit back, fuck a refund.
My gut was telling me that Bobby was plotting against me and that a war was going to break out over turfs. No real nigga would sit back and not retaliate, that's why I stayed ready. I even hired a nigga in his camp to put me up on game. The bad things about them yanks was that once money was involved, they would kill their day one just to get a head. On the other hand us Haitians stood together through it all, the real meaning of 'united we stand, divided we fall'.
I watched lil mama and her girls jump in a clean Lexus that I spotted Bobby with. I wanted to know more about this chick and her ties to that nigga. Something had to be going on between them two; no nigga would spend racks like that on a woman for the hell of it.
"Nigga, what you out here looking at?" Rich asked just as sexy black pulled off.
"You peeped lil mama that was dressed in the jeans and Timbs? She was in the VIP section next to us."
"Man, you talking about dark-skinned super thick?"
"Yeah, and she was with those thick ass twins."
"Oh yeah, that's Diamond nigga."
"You know her?" I quizzed.
"Yeah, she used to run the block with Bobby before she got locked up."
"Locked up?"
"Yeah, she got caught with some work and money and caught a charge."
"Damn she the truth, cuz most bitches would have snitched to avoid doing time."
"Yeah, she one of the toughest bitches I met. You tryna get at that?" he asked.
"I wouldn't mind fucking lil mama."
"I bet five racks that you can't break shawty in."
"Break shawty in? She’s untouched?" I fired up a blunt that was behind my ear.
"Word around the block that she stingy with the pussy."
"Man, I ain't tryna pop no bitch’s cherry," I puffed, passing the blunt.
"Why not?" He took a long pull of the blunt.
"When you're the first nigga to break a bitch in she starts acting clingy and shit, like you owe her ass your heart. I ain't got time for that type of problems."
"Nigga you crazy," he laughed.
"G-shit."
I had my mind set up on bringing sexy black back to a hotel and bending her fat ass over. Since my plans were ruined, I went in search of my 'host' and invited her instead. I took them to the Ramada Inn and fucked them both to sleep. Leaving them both three hundred dollars, I walked out the room and headed home.
"Bobby where you been?" my mother asked in her accent.
"Out mommy. What you doing up this early?"
"I was coming over to wake you up for church."
"Come on mommy, I'm tired."
"Jozye moun lari pa renmen pa gen okenn kò, ou bezwen kite li pou kont li. Ou jis yo te tounen ven senk ane fin vye granmoun, li se tan pou ou pou w rezoud desann, vin marye, gen kèk timoun. Tanpri, pa fini tankou papa ou. Kè m 'pa ka pran ankò doulè." (Joshua those streets don't love nobody, you need to leave it alone. You just turned twenty-five years old, it is time for you to settle down, get married, and have some kids. Please do not end up like your father. My heart cannot take any more pain) she lectured.
"Mwen konprann manman. Fè yon gwo jou nan legliz yo, lapriyè pou mwen." (I understand mom. Have a great day at church and pray for me.) I kissed her on the cheeks and walked inside.
I was so tired, but I had to shower and head out to the West and pick up my money. Turning on the coffee pot, I hopped in the shower and washed the smell of sex off my skin. After lining up my facial hair with my clippers, I went and got dressed. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sat at the table with the newspaper and took a peek at the stock market. My mother was right; it was time for me to settle down. My father always told me to never carry all of your eggs in one basket. My father was deep in the game but he also owned barber shops, restaurants, boutiques, and a few car washes. He was able to leave my mother straight for life if she managed those businesses correctly.
Choppa called me to let me know he was on his way. Rinsing out my coffee cup, I made sure my place was locked up then crossed the street over to my mother's house to make sure security was doing their job. I would lose my mind if anything were to happen to my mother or sisters. Choppa pulled up in an old school Chevy Caprice bumping Migos’ “Handsome and Wealthy”.
"Damn nigga, you fogged this car up," I said getting slapped in the face with a cloud of smoke.
I didn't think there was a nigga alive that burned trees more than Choppa. This nigga smoked for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner. Whenever you saw Choppa you was guaranteed to smoke.
"You talked to mommy?"
"She called you snapping huh?" I asked.
"Yeah, I told her I wasn't tryna be in the church house today."
"She caught me coming in not too long ago," I laughed.
"I'm still mad at you for not letting me tag team them hoes with you."
"Man them hoes were freaks! That shit was live as fuck."
"You ain't right."
"I ain't gon tell you how one of the chicks’ husband started blowing her up. The bitch was riding my dick while on the phone with her husband telling him she's about to walk inside her mother's house."
"Chris Brown ain't never lied, these hoes ain't loyal."
"Shit, pussy is pussy whether it's married pussy or single pussy; she throwing it, Imma catch it."
"I don't get a good vibe from that Bobby nigga," Choppa changed the subject. "You should've off'd that nigga along with his grimy ass uncle."
"I'm getting that same feeling; but don't worry, I'm on top of that shit. I let that nigga live because he had nothing to do with his uncle and my pop's beef. Plus Biggs let my mom and sisters live so I owed him the life of his family," I replied.
I wasn't a grimy nigga. I ain’t believe in killing motherfuckers unless they left me no reason to. Choppa on the other hand was trigger happy. He would wipe out your whole family if you even looked at him wrong. We pulled up in front of the Blue store on 19th Street to meet up with Bobby. Sexy black was sitting on the hood of his car smoking a blunt. Even dressed in a pair of oversized cargoes, a black t-shirt, black J’s and a fitted cap, she still looked bad. Underneath all that hardness was a vulnerable girl that was screaming to be loved, that is why I was skeptical about giving her this dick.
"You got my money?" I asked Bobby.
Beamer was standing between his legs with her face buried in his neck. When she heard my voice she tried to push off of him like I really gave a fuck. She was about to walk away and into the store until I stopped her.
"You don't have to walk away ma, do you. I ain't your man no more; I just fuck you from time to time. I'll hit you up when I need my dick sucked tho’," I said putting her hoe ass on blast.
Just the other night Beamer texted me a five paragraph essay on why I should give her another chance, but here she was shunning with the next nigga. Bobby started mugging me and I took satisfaction in knowing I could take Beamer with me if I wanted to.
"Ayo Diamon
d, bring me that black bag in the trunk," he yelled out.
Diamond hopped off the car, popped the trunk and walked over with the bag. Our eyes met and I felt her heart skip a beat. I bet I was having the same effect I had on other woman on her; I believe they called that shit love at first sight.
"Next time don't have strangers conducting any business with my money." I said grabbing the bag.
"She ain't no stranger, she’s on my team."
"Did you run that past me?"
"Nigga fuck you," he waved me off.
"Choppa, give this nigga five bricks."
"Five bricks? I paid you for ten," Bobby interjected.
"I don't give a fuck! Next time you want to hire motherfuckers you run it by me. A disobedient child gets punished. Work with what you got." Turning my attention to Diamond I spoke. "As for you, that's a no. I do not want a woman dealing with my money and drugs."
"Nigga fuck you, I been on the block," she snapped.
"That may very well be so, but you will not be doing it under me."
"This is some bullshit," she yelled.
"Chill Diamond."
"No fuck that, he fucking with my money," she replied getting in my face.
I was choked by her perfume as her scent made love to my nostrils. She was so close to me that her body heat radiated off of her body and on to mine. My dick started to get hard, but I had to tell that motherfucker to lay back down.
"You are too pretty for this life, find you another hobby. Choppa you ready?" I walked away and got in the car.
Bobby was mugging real hard, but I just smiled exposing all thirty-two of my pearly white teeth. There wasn't anything this nigga could do. I was the only access to the connect up in Haiti. If he stopped fucking with his side would completely dry up, leaving all his crackheads for me. Either way it was a win-win situation for me.
Chapter 15
Bobby
"Can he do that?" Diamond asked me.
"Yes, that nigga has the upper hand," I fumed.
"That's fucked up. What am I going to do for money?"
"You can still count money for me on the low, I got you."
"I'm out man, I'll holla at you later," she replied, before burning rubber.
"Bae, you gon help me handle this nigga?" I asked caressing Beamer's leg.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"My loyalty lies with my people, plus he's my first love."
"That nigga don't give a fuck about you. He came back making all this money and you have nothing to show for it. You’re loyal to the wrong person."
"True but…"
"But nothing. I spend more time with you than he do. You're just a fuck to him, you mean so much more to me."
"You got a woman tho’."
"I'm done with her, I'm just paying bills. I'm barely there," I lied.
Cray was my wife and I wasn't leaving her for no bitch. I just had to tell Beamer what she wanted to hear. I needed her. If I wanted to take this nigga out I was going to need help from someone who knew his every move.
"Okay, I'll help you."
"Good. I love you Beamer."
"Do you mean it?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." I kissed her on the lips just to seal the deal.
"I love you too," she blushed.
"Let me drop you home. I have some business to handle and I'll swing by later."
"You spending the night?"
"Imma come through, I don't know how long I’ma stay tho’."
After dropping Beamer home, I headed to the three-bedroom townhouse that I shared with Cray. When I walked in Cray was dancing and singing to Beyoncé’s “I'm Feeling Myself”, as she carefully set the table. Cray was real old fashion, she kind of reminded me of my mother. She knew I was out in the streets grinding, she only requested that I would come home in time and have dinner with her.
"What's cooking good looking?"
"Roast and veggies with some garlic mashed potatoes."
"What's for dessert?" I smirked.
"If you eat all your veggies then I might reward ya," she winked.
"It's not my birthday is it?" I asked noticing a big box gift wrapped on the table.
"No, it's a surprise. Open it."
I walked over to the wrapped box and opened it, and took out a Jack-in-the-Box toy.
"Wind it," she urged.
I twisted the knob on the toy and the music played. The toy finally popped open and there was a smaller wrapped box inside. Opening the box, a huge smile spread across my face.
"You for real?" I asked.
"Yes, you need a vacation!"
"But a Jack-in-the-Box tho’? You could have handed me these plane tickets in my hand."
"Shut up, I was trying to be creative," she mushed me in the head.
"Damn, so I got two tickets to Dubai. Let me call up my side piece and see if she want to go," I joked.
"Keep fucking with me and Imma hand you your dick," she threatened with a butcher knife.
"I'm fucking with you. When we leaving?"
"This weekend."
“Thank you bae I needed this."
"I know you do." She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I happily sucked on it.
"I love you," I moaned lifting her on the counter.
"I love you more."
****
The day of our trip was hectic. The shipment came late so I had to go to the trap and sort everything out. I had Cray in the car next to me mugging real hard, as I pulled up to the trap. I had promise her that it was all about us on our vacation, but here I was working.
"Do you want to get out the car?" I asked.
"No."
"Okay. Give me one hour at the most. I'll have someone sit out here with you."
"Hurry up and do what you gotta do," she snapped turning up the radio.
I jogged inside the trap house and Diamond was already at work. She was sorting and distributing, making sure everything was cut evenly. I stood back and watched her move shit like a boss. I fell in love with her all over again. Deep down I felt that Diamond was my soulmate, but right now my heart belonged to Cray.
"Good looking out," I hugged Diamond.
"You know I got you," she replied.
Instead of leaving her to handle what was supposed to be my job, I decided to help her out so we could close shop early. I decided that I was going to leave Diamond in charge; I ain't give a fuck what Bobby had to say. He wasn't running shit over here but his mouth.
"Thot alert," Diamond whispered.
I followed her eyes to the door and there was Beamer’s ass. I couldn't be mad at her because I would allow her to chill with me at the trap from time to time. Unlike Cray, Beamer took an interest in what I did. I couldn't talk to Cray about a drop that went wrong, she would only press her issue with me dealing drugs. Beamer on the other hand would have come up with suggestions while sucking my dick.
"Hey bae," she smiled kissing me.
I allowed her to peck my lips and quickly moved. Cray was less than fifty feet away from us and I didn't want her to walk in and catch me with my tongue down the throat of the next bitch.
"Ayo Dee, finish up for me I'm out." I decided to leave before shit got real.
"Where you going in such a rush?"
"I told you I was taking Cray out of town."
"You spending a lot of time with someone you don't want to be with," she scoffed.
"Man chill, I ain't on that tonight. Keep that pussy wet, I'll be back in a week."
"A week?!" she dramatically replied.
"Yes, but I got you when I come back."
"Okay daddy."
"Good girl." I smacked her on the ass and walked out.
Just as I was opening the door Cray was walking up the sidewalk.
"Took you long enough."
"Man just chill."
The long plane ride mixed with Cray's attitude had a nigga bugging. I wanted to smoke a blunt, eat some steak, and get my dick sucked
. When we landed I was at a loss for words; this place was really beautiful. The water was a crystal blue color, the bitches on the beach were bad and the hotel we were staying in was something serious.