Dirty Laundry

by Cherie Briggins

  “She’s still mad about that shit? That was a couple of days ago!” Supreme shook his head. He felt bad that Choice had to go through this.

  “Then she started bugging me for money. When I told her I ain’t have none, she flipped the hell out and slapped me. We started wrestling on the floor… same ol’ same ol’. Ain’t nothing new.”

  Supreme heard the tears in her voice and got a little upset. He didn’t want her crying over anything.

  “But fuck all that. Where you at?” Choice asked.

  “I’m at home chilling on the couch watching ESPN. Why? Do you want to come over?” Supreme said, stuffing his mouth with roast. “Where’s your mom now?”

  “She’s downstairs with some of her friends.”

  “You remember where I live? It was pretty dark, but I think I remember.”

  “Cool. Get Ky and come over here.”

  “Supreme, you know you don’t gotta do this. I was going to sleep anyway.”

  “Choice, I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you so come on. I’ll be waiting.”

  Supreme hung up and tossed his phone on the table. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she would come through.

  ****

  After hanging up with Supreme, Choice threw some clothes in a bag, picked Kyree up, and crept down the stairs and out the door quietly. Karen and her friends were so loud, she didn’t even notice.

  The ride to Supreme’s house felt like forever, but in reality, it only took twenty minutes. When she pulled up to Supreme’s house, the gate opened for her to enter. She got out and put Kyree over her shoulder then knocked on the door.

  “Hey Ma,” Supreme said answering the door.

  “Hey,” Choice said looking up at him.

  Neither could help the smiles that were on their faces.

  “Let me help you with lil mama,” Supreme said, taking Kyree and the bag that Choice held in her hand. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to put her in one of the rooms,” Supreme said heading up the stairs with Kyree in his arms.

  Choice took her flip-flops off then made herself comfortable on the couch. Supreme came down stairs and sat beside her.

  “You tired?” Supreme asked as he rested his head on the couch.

  “Boy, don’t be trying to get me upstairs,” she said looking over at him.

  Choice couldn’t help herself. She wanted to taste him. So she leaned forward and pecked his lips before parting them with her tongue.

  “You going to get something started,” Supreme said breaking their kiss.

  Choice stood up in front of Supreme and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

  She planted small kisses on his chest while they lay in bed watching TV.

  “You better stop,” Supreme said in a low voice.

  “Why?” Choice asked getting up out of bed and closing the bedroom door.

  She stood in front of the bed taking off all her clothes. Supreme was like a drug. Choice wanted him. She craved him. She was beginning to think she needed him like the air she breathed. She had to have him. Choice knew that he wasn’t safe. Her heart wouldn’t be safe with him. Supreme was a ladies’ man, a bad boy. He was dangerous. She knew she would be hurt in the end. But at the moment, Choice wasn’t thinking about the end. She was thinking about now and how she wanted him. Their love together would be dangerous. Supreme didn’t know it, but he had Choice wrapped around his finger. She would go to the end of earth and back if he asked.

  “Stop playing, Choice. I might not be so gentle like I was last time.”

  “I didn’t ask you to be gentle. Maybe I want to be fucked.”

  “Well in that case, since you want it, come get it.”

  Choice smiled. “I knew you would see things my way.”

  Choice climbed on top of him, ready to ride Supreme into the morning. Supreme stared up at Choice in awe. Her titties were bouncing up and down as she rode his dick. Her pussy felt like it was about to explode as it gripped Supreme’s dick, taking it as a hostage.

  “Damn girl, I love this pussy.”

  “Oh really? Well, I love you,” Choice said softly. She knew that it was too soon to be talking about love, but she didn’t care.

  Those three words had Supreme seeing stars as he planted his seed deep inside her.

  ****

  Choice was sleep before her head hit the pillow and so was Supreme a couple hours later. He was startled by his ringing house phone waking him up out of his sleep.

  “Hello?” Supreme answered in a raspy voice.

  He looked over at Choice to make sure she was still sleep.

  “Boy, why you whispering?” Nana asked.

  “I got company and didn’t want to wake her.”

  “Company? David, you let a female stay the night over your house? I’m glad somebody is able to chip at some of those bricks you got up. Anyway, breakfast is ready and you already know I made a lot so you can take your friend a plate.”

  “I’m on my way,” Supreme said sitting up.

  When Supreme got home, he went straight for the stairs. He wanted to surprise Choice with breakfast in bed. But he stopped in his tracks when he heard crying coming from the room Kyree was in.

  “Hey lil mama what’s wrong?” Supreme asked when he opened the door.

  “Supreme? Supreme!” Kyree hopped out of bed with excitement.

  “Shhh, you gotta be quiet,” Supreme said, scooping Kyree up in his arms. “You don’t want to wake up your sister. Why were you crying?” he asked as they went down stairs.

  “You promise you won’t get mad?”

  “I promise.”

  “I peed in the bed.”

  “Don’t worry about that. I’ll clean it up. Get your clothes out that bag your sister brought for y’all. We need to get you cleaned up.”

  Supreme called his Nana.

  “Aye Nana, I need you to do me a favor. Choice’s little sister Kyree had an accident in the bed. I was wondering if you could wash her up and put her clothes on.”

  “Bring her over and I’ll take care of it.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Supreme sat in his home office on the phone with Mark discussing business. Da Cage had been pulling in great numbers as usual.

  “Cool, I’m going to stop by there sometime today.”

  Supreme was interrupted by Choice’s ringing cell phone once again.

  “A’ight nigga, I’mma hook up with you later. Yo Choice!” Supreme yelled as he walked out the office. “Who the fuck keeps blowing up your phone? Your shit ringing off the hook.”

  “What? It only rang a couple times,” Choice said as she picked up her phone to check to see who had called.

  “Well, you need to tell that nigga you busy. Call his ass back.”

  Choice did as she was told and called Wise back. “What’s up, Wise?”

  “Trying to see what’s up with you, that’s all.”

  Choice could feel Supreme gazing at her. She could tell he wasn’t happy by the way he kept clenching his jaw, and she didn’t want to be the reason for his unhappiness.

  “Hey Wise, let me call you back,” Choice said before hanging up.

  “You disrespectful ass fuck, yo,” Supreme spoke calmly as he eyed Choice.

  “What? You told me to call the nigga back and when I do, I’m disrespectful? I did what you told me. Respect me like I respect you.”

  “I will give you the respect you earn, Choice, is all I’m saying,” Supreme said.

  Choice raked her fingers through her hair.

  “Okay, Supreme I’m sorry,” Choice said, taking his face in her hands as she brought his face close for a kiss.

  “Hold up. You hear that shit?” Supreme said moving close to the window so he could get a better view.

  “What the fuck is she doing?” Supreme said staring out the window at London. “How this bitch know where I live?” he said out loud as he rubbed his chin.

  Supreme snatched the door open and jogged down the lawn, follow
ed by Choice.

  “Why the fuck you at my crib? How you know where I live?” he asked, never raising his voice.

  “You ain’t think a bitch knew where you laid your head? You thought I couldn’t find out? Your crew ain’t as loyal as you think, nigga. You ain’t that muthafuckin untouchable,” London yelled.

  “Respect.” Ain’t that right, Supreme?” Choice chuckled. “This shit is comical, seriously,” Choice said, trying to cover up the anger she felt.

  “London, this is not the hood. If you don’t get your ass from in front my house, it’s going to be a problem.”

  “Fuck you, Supreme! I’ve been down with you for a while now! And you never invited me to your crib! What? This bitch got gold for pussy?”

  Choice had heard enough. She snatched London’s hair through the gate as she banged her head up against it.

  “You disrespectful ass bitch!”

  “Ahhhhh!” London screamed. “Get the fuck off me, you crazy bitch!”

  “Choice, baby, chill out. My neighbors are watching this shit,” Supreme said to Choice.

  Choice pushed London’s head back causing London to fall back on her ass.

  “Bitch, remember me. You’re going to see me again,” London spoke through clenched teeth.

  “I’ll look forward to it,” Choice said with a smirk. “Get rid of this ho, Supreme! Now!” Choice demanded as she went back into the house.

  “London,” Supreme spoke in a calm voice. “You know I don’t hit females, but I might change my mind today.”

  London stumbled back. “You know what, Supreme? You ain’t shit. And that bitch ain’t shit ‘cause if she was she would have told you to visit your son more often. So on that note, fuck you and her.”

  London jumped in her car and peeled off.

  “Choice!” Supreme yelled up the stairs once he got in the house.

  Choice appeared at the top of the stairs. “What the fuck you want? You talk about respect when you got yo mud buddy coming over this bitch disrespecting me. So fuck you! I put the keys to the car you let me drive on the nightstand. Go get Kyree, please, and tell your Nana I said thank you. I’ll be ready to go when you get back.”

  Supreme stood at the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t even know how that bitch knows where I live, Supreme tried to explain. “ But fuck it then. I’m going to get Ky, so be ready when I get back. I’ll take you home. You didn’t have to give me the keys to that car, but whatever,” Supreme mumbled as he walked out the door.

  Supreme was furious as he drove Choice and Kyree home. He was happy when his phone rang because the tension was so thick between him and Choice.”

  “Yeah?” Supreme answered.

  “I got some good news and I got some bad news,” Mark said in his husky voice.

  Supreme took a deep breath. “Give me the bad first.”

  “A’ight. One of the spots on 12th Court got hit.”

  “Damn!” Supreme said, biting the inside of his cheek. “By who?”

  “A fiend, but the good news is we got the nigga and he still breathing.”

  “Cool, where you at?’

  “Da Cage,” Mark said looking over at the fiend.

  “I’m on my way.”

  Supreme pulled up to Choice’s apartment complex.

  “Bye Supreme,” Kyree said sadly.

  He turned around to look at the little girl. Choice got out and slammed the door without saying goodbye. He hated to see them both go but he had business to take care of.

  “Here, this for you and your sister.” Supreme handed Ky a roll of money. “Make sure you give that to her, and make sure your mom don’t see it.”

  “Okay, I can do that. Supreme, Choice is just mad right now, but I know she really like you.”

  “I know, lil mama, I know.”

  He made sure Ky was safe in the apartment before he pulled off.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Supreme looked the fiend over. He was tied to a chair and beaten so badly he could barely keep his head up.

  “How you know he was the one who robbed the spot?” Supreme questioned.

  Mark nodded towards Rosco. “Rosco caught the nigga, beat his ass, and then called up the rest of the crew.”

  “Yeah, he the one. I saw his ass with my own two eyes,” Rosco said.

  “And the tape on his mouth?” Supreme looked him over once more.

  “Fuckin crackhead kept screamin!”

  The fiend’s head bobbed from side to side as he looked up at Rosco.

  “Fuck you looking at, nigga?” Rosco screamed at the fiend.

  “So where Petey at?” Supreme looked over at Rosco.

  Rosco shrugged his shoulders. “Couldn’t get in touch with him.”

  “Fuck this nigga looking at?” Supreme looked at the fiend then back at Rosco.

  Supreme pulled his forty from his waist and shot the fiend between the eyes. The impact from the gun made him fall backwards in the chair.

  “Clean this shit up!” Supreme yelled at the crew.

  “Damn nigga, you having a bad day?” Mark questioned.

  “Yo Mark and Rosco, let’s have a talk at the bar. I want to ask y’all something.”

  Supreme, Rosco and Mark sat at the bar.

  “What’s up, big homie?”

  “Y’all know that bitch London that I fuck with from time to time? Well, that bitch showed up at my fucking crib today. She said something that stood out. My crew ain’t as loyal as I think. So my guess is somebody in the crew had to tell her. Do y’all know anything about that?”

  Supreme looked over at Mark. “Nigga, I don’t even know why I’m asking you.”

  “Shit, that’s what I’m trying g to figure out, you know I would never. Me and you go back to the sandbox.”

  Supreme shook his head up and down. “Okay, so what you know about it, Rosco? And where the fuck is Bear’s ass at.”

  “Shit, I don’t know.”

  “You said you called up the crew, but you couldn’t get in touch with Petey or Bear? Shit don’t sound right, my nigga.” Supreme said, looking over at Rosco.

  ****

  “Girl, where Ky and Auntie at?” Ashley asked as she followed Choice to her room.

  “I don’t know. Once she and Ky stepped foot in the house, Karen took Ky and left. ” Choice was pissed and Ashley could tell.

  “Uh oh, what’s up? What’s bothering you?” Ashley asked.

  “I’m going to stop fuckin with Supreme.”

  Choice told Ashley everything that happened.

  “So, you’re going to stop messing with him because of some thirsty ass chick? Well, if you feel like that maybe you should start fuckin with the nigga’s mind. Have his ass wondering. Sometimes you have to play with a nigga’s mind to see where their head at. Look at me and Petey.”

  “Yeah, but you and Petey’s feelings are mutual, always have been.”

  “You don’t think Supreme is feelin’ you?”

  “Supreme is complicated. I can’t read him,” Choice said as she sat on the bed she shared with Kyree.

  “He’s not hard to read. You’re just blind to his feelings, that’s all. We should go out tonight.”

  “And where you want to go?”

  “Club Mansion?”

  “Club Mansion! Hell yeah I’m in.”

  ****

  “Mommy needs some medicine so whatever Rosco wants you to do, you better do it.”

  “I don’t want to do it,” Kyree whined.

  “You heard what I said.”

  Karen took Kyree’s hand and yanked her little body into the alley.

  “It’s about goddamn time you got here,” Karen said to Rosco as he approached.

  “Bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to,” Rosco scowled as he pushed Karen up against a trash dumpster. “You need me. I don’t need you,” Rosco said to Karen only inches away from her mouth.

  Rosco looked over at Kyree she looked so scared but he didn’t care. “Let’s get this over with ‘ca
use I gotta lot of shit to do.”

  “You want her to lie down beside the dumpster?”

  “Nope. We’re going to do something different. I want her to suck my dick, and she better not bite me. So you better talk to her.”

  “What’s wrong with what we been doing?” Karen questioned.

  Rosco didn’t want that anymore he wanted something different. When Karen explained to Kyree what Rosco wanted her to do, she started crying.

  “Hush up girl. Do what the nigga want so we can leave.”

  Karen put her hand on Kyree shoulder and lowered her down to the ground in front of Rosco.

  ****

  Club Mansion was going hard. It was Choice’s first time being there and she was trying to enjoy herself. Ashley and Choice were on the dance floor rocking to Kid Ink and Chris Brown’s new hit.

  “Girl, these niggas been looking over here at us since we stepped on the dance floor.”

  “Where they at?” Choice asked.

  “Sitting on the couch over there by the bar.”

  “Don’t look back now, they coming this way.”

  “Hey, the dude whispered in Choice’s ear, and his friend did the same thing to Ashley.

  Choice turned around to look at him. He was really cute. He was milk chocolate with a scar on his cheek. He was a tad bit shorter than Supreme. But he was no Supreme.

  “What’s up?” Choice asked him.

  “Let’s go over to the bar so we can talk.”

  “Let me tell my girl real quick.”

  When Choice turned around Ashley was dancing by herself. She must’ve gotten rid of the dude that was trying to talk to her.

  “Ash, I’m going to the bar real quick to talk to him. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay,” Ashley said, looking the dude over.

  ****

  Supreme and the crew walked in Club Mansion like they owned that bitch. Supreme wasn’t in the mood to be clubbing it with the fellas, but Petey had asked him to step out with him, Mark, and Dylan. They all stood up against the wall watching some of the females drop it to the music. Supreme smirked ‘cause they just wanted to get a niggas attention.

  “Yo, I swear on everything I love, that’s Ashley,” Petey said eyeing the girl on the dance floor.