Ice-T’s Range Rover pulled up in the club’s parking lot bumping Gucci Mane’s new CD. He slid out the passenger side of the truck looking like a million bucks. He wore all black—black jeans, yellow construction Tims, a black long john shirt, some black shades, and a black skully hat sat tilted to the side of his head. The two white gold chains and the iced-out pinky ring and bracelet just added to his look.
“I hope it ain’t no dickhead at the door,” Ice-T said out loud as he led the way toward the entrance.
“Whooooa!” the bouncer said, holding out his arm. “I’ma need to see some ID, fellas.”
“Stop playing all the time.” Ice-T gave the bouncer a pound. “They all with me.”
“No problem.” The bouncer laughed as he let Ice-T and his whole crew in.
Another big bouncer quickly escorted Ice-T to the VIP booth, knowing the crew was about to spend some real money in the club tonight. Remy Ma’s song, “Conceited,” came blaring through the speakers, and all the chicks in the club started going crazy.
A lady came carrying a bucket full of ice and four bottles of Grey Goose sticking out of it.
“Now we can really get this party started.” Nut poured himself a drink.
Once Ice-T saw Nut drinking the Grey Goose straight, he knew he was going to fuck around and get into some shit tonight, but he ignored his friend and tried to focus on having a good time.
“Damn!” Nut said, looking down at the ass of the freak he was dancing with. He grabbed her waist with one hand and held his bottle up in the air with the other as the two flowed to the beat.
Tone stepped out the Infiniti looking regular. He wore a tan Dickies suit, some all-black suede Tims, and a black White Sox fitted hat pulled down low. The only jewelry he wore was an iced-out bracelet, a watch, and a diamond-flooded pinky ring.
Serena, on the other hand looked, brand new. She wore this tight-fitting all-white tube dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs. She completed her outfit with some red heels, and she wore her hair up in a lazy bun, the bright red clip in her hair matching her shoes. On her neck she wore a diamond-studded chain, on her wrist sat a white gold bracelet that spelled Tone’s name in diamonds, and on her ring finger was her new engagement ring that Tone had given her earlier that night.
In the background stood Young Mike, Harlem, and Styles.
“Everybody good?” Tone asked.
“We good,” Young Mike replied, tossing a piece of gum in his mouth.
After twenty minutes of arguing with the bouncer, Tone and his crew was allowed to enter. Tone stepped foot in the club, and immediately the heat, bright lights, and pumping bass slapped him in the face. Lil Wayne and Birdman’s song, “Always Strapped,” had the club jumping. He looked over the crowd and saw Ice-T and his crew up in the VIP section.
“Come on, baby!” Tone yelled over the loud music. He grabbed Serena’s hand, and the two knifed their way through the crowd.
A light-skinned cat with waves grabbed Serena’s wrist. “Damn, ma!” he yelled over the music. “You gorgeous!”
Serena quickly snatched her wrist away before Tone could see what was going on.
Tone reached the VIP and tried to brush past the bouncer. “Yo, that’s my peoples up in there.”
The big sweaty bouncer blocked the entrance and looked at Tone like he was lying. “C’mon, son!”
Tone quickly smacked the bouncer’s sweaty paw from off his chest. “Yo, my man, don’t put ya fuckin’ hands on me!”
Nut reached down over the rail and tapped the bouncer on his shoulder. “Let him up here,” he yelled over the music. “He’s with us!”
Tone grilled the bouncer as him and Serena walked past him up into the VIP section. Tone looked behind him and noticed that only Young Mike was behind him. Harlem and Styles had disappeared somewhere in the crowd.
When Young Mike locked eyes with Nut, the two didn’t speak, thinking back on the time when their crews had clashed in the club.
“Glad you could make it.” Ice-T gave Tone and Young Mike a pound. He turned to Serena and gave her a head nod.
By this time the VIP section was filled with partygoers. Serena sat on the sideline sipping on some wine, while Tone stood talking to Ice-T.
“I’m feeling this party,” Tone commented.
“This everyday shit.” Ice-T shrugged his shoulders. “Get used to this.”
“I think I can get used to this.” Tone sipped on his drink.
A light-skinned girl walked up to Tone. “Hey, what’s up? You from Cali or something?” The girl nodded toward his Dickies suit.
Tone chuckled. “Nah, I’m not from Cali.”
“What’s with the Dickies suit then?”
“Just what I feel comfortable in.” While serving time, Tone had got used to rocking Dickies suits.
“Oh. Well, it does look good on you,” she said. “Can you get me a drink?”
“Yeah, the bottles are right there. Help yourself.” Tone pointed toward the bottles.
“Can you get it for me? I don’t wanna just go over there grabbing people’s bottles and shit.”
“Chill. You wildin’. My girl sitting right over there.” Tone nodded in Serena’s direction. “You trying to get me in trouble?”
“Oh, that’s your girl right there?” Light-skin looked over at Serena and rolled her eyes. “Oh, my bad. I ain’t know it was like that.” Light-skin walked off.
As soon as Tone turned around, Serena motioned for him to come.
“You wanna get fucked up?” she said over the music in a way only he could hear her.
“Why? What happened?” Tone said, playing dumb.
“Don’t play with me,” Serena told him. “Keep them bitches out your face!”
“Sorry, baby. It won’t happen again.”
Just then Tone saw Styles enter the VIP section. “I thought you got lost for a second,” he said, giving Styles a pound.
“Yo, I just saw that box-head nigga that we fucked up while we was behind the wall,” Styles said excitedly.
“Word?” Tone asked.
“Nigga up in here mad deep,” Styles informed him. “Nigga saw me and started whispering and pointing at me like they was plotting on me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everything is going to be cool.”
Tone was wishing he could take back his words when he saw Box Head and his crew headed for their VIP section. Box Head, whose name was Gary, stomped up into the VIP section with the rest of his crew like he owned it.
“Thought you wasn’t never going to see me again, right? You little bitch!” Gary huffed all up in Tone’s face, his breath smelling like tacos and ass.
“Yo, fam, check this out,” Tone began, “me and my peoples ain’t here for all that. We here to have a good time. Leave that jail shit back in jail.”
“Fuck you and your peoples, muthafucka!” Gary said, letting spittle fly on Tone’s face.
Tone sighed loudly as he turned and quickly punched Gary in the face, sending him stumbling back into his peoples. Once that happened, all hell broke loose.
Ice-T looked over and saw Tone getting it on with about twenty niggas. He quickly jumped into the fight, followed by Nut and all the blood niggas he came with.
Next thing you know, a “Royal Rumble” broke out in the VIP section. Ladies were being pushed down to the floor, and drinks were spilling all over the place as the brawl spread out onto the dance floor.
Twenty minutes later the bouncers finally gained control of the situation.
“Baby, are you okay?” Serena asked when she saw that the cut on Tone’s head had been reopened.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get up outta here.” He grabbed her hand and made a beeline for the exit.
Once they got outside, it sounded like Vietnam. Nut and his blood homies were having a shootout in the parking lot with Gary and his crew.
“Come on, let’s get outta here!” Tone said, and him and Serena hopped in the Infiniti. Tone backed out of his parki
ng spot and left the whole parking lot smelling like burnt rubber.
“You heard about that bitch-ass nigga, Tone?” Maine took a swig from his E & J.
“Nah. What’s up with that scumbag?” Detective Abraham asked.
“Nigga blowing up out here on these streets with that coke connect.” Maine took another swig. “He even hooked up with Ice-T.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Detective Abraham said in disbelief. “He wouldn’t do no shit like that, knowing me and Ice-T got beef.”
“If I’m lying, I’m dying. It ain’t no secret. Everybody know.”
“That grimy, little, sneaky muthafucka!” Detective Abraham growled. “I’ma teach his ass about playing with grown folks.”
Maine knew that look on Detective Abraham’s face. “What you gonna do?”
“Ever since that bitch came into the picture, she been messing everything up. She done even turned my son against me. But now it’s her time to go.”
“You going to kill her?” Maine asked with a smile on his face.
“Nah,” Detective Abraham answered quickly. “I’m going to put her ass in jail.” He laughed just at the thought of it.
“Damn! You cold-blooded.” Maine chuckled. “But—fuck it!—you gotta do what you gotta do.”
“You muthafuckin’ right.”
Mary knocked on the door with force. “Making me come over here all early and shit,” she mumbled to herself as she knocked again.
Nut snatched open the door. “Fuck is you banging like the police for?”
“Nigga, you the one who called me over here at eight o’clock in the morning.” Mary brushed past her brother. “Now what’s up? ’Cause a bitch is tired.”
“I need your help,” Nut told her. “I need to use you as bait to catch this nigga who robbed me.”
“Nah, I’m not doing all that. Next thing you know, I’ma fuck around and get shot again. Nah, I’m not doing it.”
“You not going to get shot, sis, I promise you. I really need you to do this for me, and on top of that, I’ll give you five thousand dollars.”
Mary held out her hand. “Give me the money, and we got a deal.”
“Ain’t this a bitch. First, that nigga robbed me, and now my own sister is robbing me.” Nut shook his head as he counted out her money.
Mary counted her money twice just to make sure it was correct. “Okay, so now what I gotta do?”
“It’s simple.” Nut pulled his sister to the side and ran everything down to her.
Two hours later Nut pulled up a block away from a small diner. “A’ight, my peoples said the nigga is in that diner right there. I need you to go in there and get him to meet you later on for a date, and that’s it.”
Mary sucked her teeth. “What does the nigga look like?”
“He’s wearing all-black and a black skully hat,” Nut informed her.
“Yeah, a’ight.”
Mary stepped in the diner and quickly spotted Gruff sitting over at the counter. She smoothly walked up and took the seat right next to him. She waited for the chef to look her way before she ordered.
“Let me get some home fries, turkey bacon, and some toast.” Mary looked over at Gruff’s plate. “What’s that you got?” she asked.
Gruff answered, “Turkey sausage, cheese, and eggs.”
“Damn! That shit look good.” Mary asked the chef, “Can I change my order? I want what he got.” She looked over at Gruff. “Sorry for being all up in your plate.”
“It’s all good.” Gruff continued to dig into his food.
“You come here a lot?”
“All the time.”
“To stay or to go, ma’am?” the chef asked.
“To go please.” Mary handed the chef a twenty-dollar bill. “It’s this big party tonight,” she said, writing down her number. “If you maybe want to go to dinner or something before that, give me a call.” She slipped Gruff her number.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Gruff said, searching his memory.
“Nah. I just moved out here from Atlanta like four months ago,” Mary lied.
“A’ight. What kind of party is it?”
“It’s really like a get-together for models, but it’s going to be other people there mingling and getting they drink on. I think you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Word?” Gruff looked down at her number. “What’s your name again?”
Mary said the first thing that came to her mind. “Samantha.”
“A’ight, I’ma give you a ring later on.” Gruff stuffed her number in his pocket.
“A’ight, I’ll see you later.”
Mary smiled as she grabbed her food and exited the small diner, and Gruff looked at her ass bounce from side to side until she disappeared out the door.
Tone, laying across the bed watching SportsCenter, asked Serena, who was fresh out the shower. “Where you going?”
“I’m about to go pick up.”
“You need me to go with you?”
“Nah. You know they be getting all nervous if you come with a new face.” Serena stood in front of the mirror butt naked applying lotion to her smooth legs.
“Baby, come here real quick,” Tone said, giving Serena a look she knew all too well.
Serena got up on the bed and stood above Tone’s face. She purred, “This what you want, daddy?” She then squatted down and began riding Tone’s face. She gyrated her hips on his face until she felt herself coming all over his face.
Serena then slid off Tone’s face and onto his dick. She pressed down hard on his chest as she bounced her fat ass up and down on Tone’s dick.
Tone spread Serena’s ass cheeks all the way apart as he plowed in and out of her walls with force. “You love your daddy’s dick?” he growled, smacking her ass.
“Oh my God! Yes, I love my daddy’s dick!” Serena screamed. She planted her feet on the bed and started bouncing up and down on Tone’s dick, forcing him to come earlier than expected.
“Shit! Fuckin’ with you got me running late.” Serena jumped out the bed and quickly got dressed.
“I love you, baby. Be back in a second.” Serena kissed Tone on the cheek, grabbed the moneybag from off the floor, and headed out the door. She pulled out the driveway bumping Alicia Keys’ new CD.
Serena pulled up on the side of her Mexican buddy’s car so that her driver’s side window was right next to the Mexican driver’s window.
“You late.” The Mexican handed Serena the duffel bag through his window.
“My bad, papi.” Serena winked as she handed him the moneybag.
“Is everything okay?” the Mexican asked.
“Yes, sir.” Serena nodded her head yes.
Just then she saw some flashing lights in her rearview mirror. “What the fuck!” She screamed as three unmarked cars came to a screeching stop behind her, blocking the Mexican in.
Immediately Serena stepped on the gas and sped down the block.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She pulled out her cell phone, quickly found Tone’s name, and clicked on it. It rang twice before Tone answered.
“Hey, baby.”
“I’m about to go to jail!” Serena said in a fast-paced voice.
Tone sat up. “Huh?”
“As soon as I got the shit, cops came out of nowhere.” Serena stopped the car due to the roadblock. “I love you so much, Tone.”
An FBI agent roughly snatched her out of the car and threw her down to the ground, where he planted his knee in her back and cuffed her, while several other agents searched her vehicle.
“Hello! Hello!” Tone yelled into the phone. “Muthafucka!” He punched the wall.
Tone quickly walked over to his safe and opened it. All the money him and Serena been saving now had to be used for lawyer fees and bail money, if Serena was even granted bail.
“Hello,” Mary answered the phone.
“Can I speak to Samantha please?” Gruff asked.
“Speaking.” Mary almost forgot that she’d told G
ruff that was her name.
“What’s good? You trying to grab something to eat before we head out to this party?” Gruff was still trying to figure out where he knew Samantha from.
“Definitely,” Mary said excitedly. “For a second, I thought you wasn’t going to call.”
“Well, I ain’t doing shit tonight, so I might as well step out and get some fresh air.”
“Sounds good to me. So will you be able to pick me up?”
“If you need me to.”
“That would be great. As soon as I hang up, I’m going to text you my address, and I’ll see you in an hour.”
“A’ight, bet.”
As soon as Gruff hung up the phone, something clicked in his head. “Ooooh shit!” he said out loud, remembering Samantha as Yayo’s girl. Immediately he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Yayo’s number.
“Yo, I was just thinking about you,” Yayo answered.
“Yo, you in the crib?”
“Yeah. Why? What’s up?” Yayo asked, sensing something was wrong.
“I’m on my way,” Gruff said, ending the call.
Thirty minutes later, Yayo heard somebody banging on his front door. He quickly grabbed his .45 and made his way to the door. He looked through the peephole and quickly opened the door.
“Why is you beating on my door like a drum?”
“Yo, is your girl here?” Gruff asked.
“Nah. She at her brother house. Why? What’s up?”
Gruff told him, “Hate to be the one to break this to you, but your girl tried to bag me.”
“Get the fuck outta here!” Yayo said, waving him off. “C’mon, son, be for real.”
“Word to everything,” Gruff said seriously. “I’m supposed to be meeting her in thirty minutes.”
“You dead ass?”
“Yeah. She looked familiar at first, but I couldn’t place where I saw her at before. Then it suddenly came to me.”
“You said you suppose to meet her in a half an hour?” Yayo asked, clearly hurt.
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