The Block

by Treasure Hernandez

  “Hi you doing today?” Gruff said politely to the desk clerk. He slipped her an envelope that held five hundred dollars inside.

  The desk clerk handed Gruff the key to the room. “Room 404.”

  “Thanks.” Gruff winked at the clerk as he headed over toward the steps. Him and Yayo reach the fourth floor then quickly caught their breath. “Damn! I gotta leave those Newports alone,” Gruff said as they entered the hallway.

  Once they reached the door, Yayo quickly threw on his ski mask.

  “Fuck is that?” Gruff asked.

  Yayo whispered, “I don’t want the nigga to see my face.”

  “Let me find out these niggas got you shook.” Gruff laughed as he slid the key in the slot.

  As soon as the lock turned green, him and Yayo busted inside the room with their guns drawn. Inside the room Nut was sitting on a chair, while Tonya was bouncing up and down on his dick like she was trying to break it.

  “Let me see them hands, fam!” Yayo yelled as he moved in close and pointed his .45 directly at Nut’s head.

  “Damn! Y’all could’ve at least waited until a nigga came first.” Nut smirked, putting his hands up in the air.

  The whole time Tonya continued to ride his dick.

  “Bounce up and down one more time!” Gruff watched Tonya slowly ease up off Nut’s equipment.

  “What’s this all about?” Nut asked.

  “We know what you got in your trunk,” Gruff said. “Just give us the keys, and we’ll be on our way.”

  Yayo noticed Tonya looking over at Nut’s gun over on the bed. “Bitch!” He swung his gun with all his might and hit her across the face, knocking her out instantly. He lifted up his foot and stomped her in her face for making him hurt his hand. “Muthafucka!”

  Gruff smiled, looking at Nut. “Can we get those keys or what?”

  “They right there in my pants pocket,” Nut said, returning the smile.

  Gruff walked over to his pants over in the corner on the floor.

  Nut’s dick immediately went down when he saw Gruff remove his keys from his pants pocket.

  Once Gruff had the car keys, he removed a roll of duct tape from his back pocket. “Hands behind your back!” he ordered, and he taped up Nut’s hands.

  Then he tossed the tape to Yayo, so he could tape up Tonya’s hands. After Yayo taped up Tonya’s hands, they headed for the door.

  “Hey!” Nut called out.

  Gruff stopped at the door and looked in Nut’s direction.

  “I’ma see you later.” Nut smirked.

  “I’ll be waiting.” Gruff winked as he exited the room. Gruff shot the desk clerk a wink as him and Yayo rushed out of the hotel.

  They spotted Nut’s Expedition about two blocks away.

  Gruff opened up the back and removed the two duffel bags. He tossed one of them to Yayo, and the two headed back to their getaway car.

  “What you about to get into?” Gruff asked, pulling out the parking spot.

  “My girl coming through tonight,” Yayo said, as he answered his ringing cell phone. “Hey, baby. What’s up? ... Damn! You there already? ... A’ight, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  Gruff pulled up on Yayo’s block. “I’ma set up another lick for us tomorrow.”

  Yayo saw his girl sitting on the hood of her car, waiting for him. “Sound like a plan to me.”

  “That’s your joint right there?” Gruff asked, nodding toward the girl sitting on the hood of the car.

  “Yeah, that’s all me.” Yayo slid out the car. “You just keep your eyes on the road,” he said playfully.

  “Yo, grab one of those duffel bags. I’ll keep one, just in case I don’t make it home,” Gruff said. “We’ll split everything up tomorrow.”

  “A’ight, bet.” Yayo gave Gruff some dap, grabbed the duffel bag from off the floor, and headed toward his crib. “Yo, come on!” he yelled over his shoulder.

  Mary sucked her teeth. “Nigga, don’t be rushing me, after I been here waiting on you for thirty minutes.”

  “You wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour,” Yayo said, opening up the front door.

  “I was supposed to be meeting my brother to pick up some money.” Mary kicked off her shoes. “But he ain’t answering his phone.”

  “When am I going to meet this mystery brother of yours?” Yayo asked as he stripped down butt naked to get in the shower.

  “Soon.” Mary noticed that her man’s hand was bleeding. “Baby, what happened to your hand? You’re bleeding all over the carpet.” She rushed to the bathroom, where she grabbed a washcloth, quickly wet it, and rushed back to the living room. “Here, put this on it,” Mary said, wrapping the rag around Yayo’s hand.

  Yayo told her, “I had to knock this bitch the fuck out.”

  “Well, damn! How hard did you hit the bitch?”

  “My hand is fine.” Yayo snatched his hand away. “Let me hop in the shower real quick then you can bandage me up.” He disappeared inside the bathroom, got in the shower, and stood directly under the shower.

  Yayo favored the actor Mekhi Phifer, except that he had a little bit more muscles. He looked down at his hand and examined the nasty cut in the palm of his hand. Yayo stood in the shower caught up in a daydream when he felt a pair of hands grab his chest from behind.

  “Damn, baby!” he said, wiping the water from his eyes. “You scared the shit outta me.”

  “I ain’t going to hurt you, baby”—Mary turned Yayo around so he was facing her—”unless you want me to.” She squatted down so she was face to face with Yayo’s dick. She quickly slid his dick in her mouth and slurped all the water off of it, playing with her pussy with one hand and jerking his dick with the other hand.

  Yayo guided her head with his hand. “Yeah, baby.”

  Mary pulled her head away quickly.

  “What’s wrong?” Yayo asked, a confused look on his face.

  “I need my dick!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Last time I was sucking your dick, you came and left me hanging. We ain’t doing that no more break me off and I’ll break you off.”

  Mary turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the wall. A light moan escaped her lips when she felt Yayo enter her walls.

  “Make sure you get all this pussy, baby.” Mary spread one of her ass cheeks open, so Yayo could go up in her as far as possible.

  Yayo watched as Mary’s fat, juicy, wet ass cheeks clapped off his torso with each stroke he delivered.

  After sliding in and out of Mary’s wet walls for about fifteen minutes, he quickly pulled out and watched his semen flow down the drain with the rest of the water.

  Once they was out the shower, Mary wrapped up Yayo’s hand as the two lay in bed watching re-runs of The Fresh Prince, until they both fell asleep.

  “Fuck it! Why not?” Gruff said to himself as he pulled into the parking spot in front of the bar. For some reason he just didn’t feel like going straight to his rundown roach-motel room tonight. He walked up in the bar and quickly found a table over in the corner.

  A waitress came over. “How you doing tonight, sir?” she said politely. “My name is Denise. Can I get anything for you tonight?”

  “Yeah, let me get a bottle of Cîroc and a bottle of orange juice.” Gruff pulled out a big wad of cash. “How much?”

  “Your total is one seventy,” Denise said, looking Gruff in his eyes.

  “Here you go, ma.” He handed her two hundred-dollar bills. “Keep the change.”

  “Thanks, sweetie.” Denise winked as she walked off to go cover his order.

  Once the waitress walked off, Gruff quickly scanned the whole place. He noticed a few jump-offs giving him the eye over at the bar.

  Denise came back with his bottle of Cîroc and orange juice. “I get off in ten minutes. You better save me a drink.” She smiled as she walked off.

  “I got you!” Gruff yelled loud enough so that she could hear him. He craned his neck so he could get a better look at Denise’s ass. She had a
nice-sized ass for a “slim goody.” Yeah, I might have to take that down tonight. Gruff smirked as he bobbed his head to the sound of Young Jeezy’s voice blaring throughout the bar.

  Ten minutes later Denise returned to Gruff’s table as promised. “You got that drink for me?” she asked, looking down at Gruff.

  Gruff nodded toward the bottle. “Help yourself.”

  Denise poured herself a drink and quickly sipped it. “May I have a seat?”

  “Of course.” Gruff tried to look at her ass from the front.

  “So, you live around here?”

  “Why?” Gruff asked defensively.

  “Because I been working here for two years and this is my first time seeing you come in here.”

  Gruff lied, “Nah, I live in Harlem.”

  “So what you doing all the way out in Brooklyn at this time of night?”

  “Just came to get my drink on?”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Mr. Perfect.” Gruff smiled.

  “Mr. Perfect, huh?” Denise laughed. “If it works for you, then it works for me.”

  “What you doing later?”

  “I’m about to go home.”

  “You want some company?”

  “I wish.” Denise laughed. “I live with my man, and he don’t play that shit. He’s on his way up here to pick me up now.”

  “Oh so that’s why you keep on looking at your cell phone?” Gruff sipped on his drink.

  “Yeah, he’s going to call me when he’s outside.”

  “Let me get your number before you disappear on me,” Gruff said smoothly.

  “Are you crazy? I’m not giving you my number! But I’ll take yours.”

  Gruff smiled as he jotted his number down on a napkin and slid it over to her. “Make sure you call me too.”

  “I got you, Mr. Perfect.” She smiled as she slid the napkin inside of her purse. “Can I get another drink before I go?”

  “Help yourself.” Gruff nodded toward the bottle once again.

  Denise smiled as she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another drink.

  A deep voice boomed, “DENISE!!!!”

  Denise’s whole body jumped when she heard that voice. “Umm, hey, Rah Rah.” She got up and moved in for a hug.

  Rah Rah declined her hug. He yelled, “Fuck is you over here doing?”

  “Nothing. I was just talking and having a drink. Why you tripping?” Denise asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

  Rah Rah growled, “I look stupid to you, bitch?” He smacked the shit out of Denise in front of everybody. Then he locked his eyes on Gruff. “And who the fuck is this chump?”

  “He ain’t nobody,” Denise said, praying nothing popped off. “He just offered me a drink.”

  “Fuck is you out drinking with this chump for?” Rah Rah yelled. “If you wanna drink then you bring ya ass home and drink!”

  “Chump?” Gruff echoed, standing to his feet. “Fuck is you calling a chump?”

  “Let’s go home, baby,” Denise said, jumping in front of Rah Rah.

  “Bitch, get the fuck out my way!” Rah Rah shoved Denise down to the floor.

  The owner of the bar quickly jumped in. “Hey,” he yelled, “if y’all fools wanna fight, take that shit outside!”

  “Let’s take this shit outside,” Rah Rah growled, leading the way outside.

  Gruff gripped his 9 mm as he walked up out the bar.

  “What’s popping?” Rah Rah yelled like he was on steroids as he threw hands up in a fighting stance.

  Gruff smirked as he stuck his 9 mm back in its holster and walked off toward his car.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought!” Rah Rah yelled. “You better walk away, you punk-ass bitch!”

  Gruff slid in his car and just pulled off.

  Chapter 18

  Tone pulled up in front of Mya’s house and let the engine die. He walked up to the front door and knocked on it. Mya answered the door, still looking as sexy and beautiful as ever.

  “Hey, Tone,” she sang as she gave him a hug. “Glad you made it home in one piece.”

  “Why you ain’t never bring my son up there to see me?” Tone said, getting straight to the point.

  “Maybe because I didn’t want him to see you caged up like some animal.”

  “Whatever! Can I see my son now?”

  “He’s asleep,” Mya said quickly.

  “Well, can I at least see him?”

  “You going to have to come back tomorrow.”

  “For what?”

  Mya raised her voice. “Because it’s late. That’s why!”

  “My son is about to be four years old, and I haven’t even seen him yet. What the fuck!”

  “Like I said, come back tomorrow and you can see him.”

  A voice from the background yelled, “Yo, who the fuck is that at the door?”

  “It’s nobody,” Mya replied, trying to shut the door.

  A man with long dreadlocks and a body full of tattoos came to the door wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He pushed Mya out the way. “Can I help you, fam?”

  “Yeah, I’m here to see my son.”

  “You don’t think it’s kind of late to be coming by?” Dread asked.

  “Listen, I just got out of jail and ain’t seen my son since he was born. Can I please just see him?” Tone was running out of patience.

  “You see, I was going to let you see him, but I don’t think I like your attitude.”

  Tone pulled out his .45 and stuck it under the Dread’s chin and backed him inside the house. “Nigga,” he yelled, “I paid for this mu’fuckin’ house! You don’t tell me when I can see my son!”

  “Why don’t you put that gun down and fight me like a man! You real tough with that gun in your hand.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Tone grabbed Dread by his hair and slammed him down to the floor.

  Before Tone could turn around, Mya had shattered a wine bottle over his head.

  Tone stumbled into the wall but kept his footing. He immediately aimed his .45 at Mya’s head. And Mya closed her eyes and braced herself for the shot that never came.

  “Bitch, get on the fuckin’ floor!” Tone barked, holding the top of his bloody head.

  Mya quickly did as she was told.

  Once both of them was on the floor, Tone quickly dipped in his son’s bedroom and flicked on the light. His son lay in the bed sleeping peacefully. Tone walked over and kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room. Then he walked straight past Mya and her new boyfriend and walked out the front door.

  Serena was sitting on the couch in the living room wearing a wifebeater and some boy shorts, when Tone walked through the front door with his head all bloody.

  “Oh my God!” Serena screamed, jumping to her feet. “What happened to your head?”

  “I went over to Mya’s crib to go see my son and got into it with her and her new man.”

  “So what happened to your head, baby?” Serena asked as she put his head in the tub under the faucet.

  “That bitch Mya busted me over the head with a bottle.” Tone winced as the water ran over his cut.

  Once the cut was cleaned, Serena wrapped his head up to stop the bleeding. “You a’ight?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” Tone replied, flopping down on the couch.

  “Here.” Serena tossed a duffel bag on Tone’s lap. “I went and picked that up today.”

  Tone peeked inside the duffel bag and saw ten white bricks sitting in the bag. “A’ight. I’ma get on the grind tomorrow.”

  “Did you go see your parole officer yet?”

  “Yeah, I seen her earlier today.” Tone shook his head. “Bitch talking about, I got a nine o’clock curfew.”

  “Nine o’clock? Damn! What’s that all about?”

  Tone shrugged his shoulders. “I need you to do me a favor.”

  “What’s up?”

  “I need you to come over here, take off them boy shorts, and bend over. Now!”

  �
��Okay, daddy.” Serena smiled as she did as she was told. She quickly removed her boy shorts and bent all the way over, grabbing her ankles.

  Tone smoothly sat up straight on the couch and began kissing all over Serena’s ass. He then slid a little lower and sucked on her clitoris from behind.

  “Awwwyeah, daddy! Eat this pussy!” Serena moaned, looking back at her man. “Yeah, daddy, just like that!” she yelled as she released in his mouth.

  Tone sucked on her pussy like he was an animal, not even coming up for air. Serena came three times before he finally stopped.

  “Oh my God!” Serena said, out of breath.

  Tone stood up and slipped the head inside her wet pussy. “Grab them ankles for your daddy.”

  He slid in and out her at a rapid pace until he came all up inside of her. “Ooooh shit!” Tone exhaled as he lay stretched out on the floor right next to Serena, where the two slept for the rest of the night.

  Gruff sat parked over in the cut, his eyes glued to the front of the bar. In the passenger seat sat Tiger, who Gruff purposely didn’t feed for three days.

  “You about to eat in a minute.” Gruff rubbed on Tiger’s fur as he looked at his watch.

  Moments later Gruff saw Rah Rah pull up and enter the bar.

  “Come, girl, let’s go.” Gruff and Tiger slid out the car and walked over to Rah Rah’s truck.

  “Come on. Why every time I come up in here you got me waiting and shit?” Rah Rah asked. “Why you ain’t never ready?”

  “Sorry,” Denise said, trying her hardest to tune the big man out. “I’m ready right now.”

  “About damn time!”

  When Rah Rah and Denise exited the bar, Rah Rah saw the guy he was going to pound out a week ago sitting on the hood of his truck.

  Rah Rah growled, “Oh, this nigga must want to die!” He removed his watch and bracelet. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw he saw the vicious-looking pit bull sitting on her hind legs, looking him dead in his eyes.

  Gruff smirked as he took another pull from his cigarette. “Sic him!”

  Rah Rah quickly took off back in the direction of the bar, but he didn’t get far. Tiger jumped up and dragged him down to the floor by his arm.