by J-Blunt
“Okay. Now that y’all seen what Buck Wild got, lemme show y’all what I got,” Stormy said. “Lady, bring me a rubber.”
The assistant appeared again, moving toward Buck Wild with a big-ass condom. She grabbed his hand and began rolling the condom on all the way up to his elbow. Buck Wild looked confused until Stormy lay on the stage and opened her legs.
“Put cho fist in her,” the assistant said, pouring lube onto his hand.
Silence overcame the club as they watched in anticipation. Buck Wild was a big man with hands the size of Shaquille O’Neal’s. He knelt next to Stormy and made a fist.
“Wait,” Stormy said, stopping him. “Put yo’ hand in first and loosen me up.”
Buck Wild went slowly, eventually sticking his whole hand in her pussy. After moving it around a few times, he pulled his hand out and balled it into a fist. When he pushed his knuckles into her pussy, the Man Eater moaned, grabbing his wrist and guiding his fist inside.
A few pumps later the show was over. The crowd went wild, throwing more money onto the stage. Buck got up and helped Stormy to her feet. They shared a hug, during which she reached down and grabbed his dick. When she realized he was packing a weapon in his jeans, her eyes bucked.
“Is this real?”
Buck Wild grinned. “Hell yeah! Biggest dick you eva seen.”
“Lemme see.”
He looked unsure, so Stormy addressed the crowd. “Listen, y’all. I ain’t playin’ when I say this nigga got the biggest dick I ever felt. Don’t y’all wanna see me swallow it?”
The crowd went wild, everyone except Pop Somethin’, Queenie, Princess, Born Ready, and Sasha. When Buck Wild heard the cheers, it went to his head and he dropped his pants. The cheers turned to gasps when they seen the monstrosity between the big man’s legs. Niggas in the crowd turned away, and the women looked horrified.
However, Stormy looked like she had fallen in love. She dropped to her knees, staring at his meat like she had been hypnotized. She stroked him lovingly, her eyes wide with amazement. Then she began taking him into her mouth. At first the feat looked almost impossible. But the Man Eater was about to earn her nickname. She took him in inch-by-inch, slowly and methodically.
Although the sight was a little sickening, nobody in the crowd could turn away. They all looked on in stunned silence as the porn star showed them something they had never seen before. And when Stormy’s nose and lips touched Buck Wild’s pubic hair and balls, everybody in the club with money in their pockets threw it on the stage.
***
“Hey, cousin!” Sasha smiled, opening the door of her and Born Ready’s townhouse and letting B-Real in.
“Shit. What up wit’ chu? Where yo’ nigga at? And why er’time I come over here you ain’t got no clothes on?”
“’Cause my man don’t want me to wear clothes in the house,” she said, tightening the belt on her way too small pink robe. “Born Ready in the shower. He be out in a minute.”
B-Real walked over and made himself at home on the couch. “Where Buck Wild fool-ass at? And why didn’t nobody tell me that nigga had a dick as big as a tree?”
Sasha’s eyes popped. “Wasn’t that shit nasty as fuck? Ain’t no way a bitch can suck and fuck that nigga. He damn near killed my friend when he got out. Bitch had to have a hysterectomy.”
B-Real burst out laughing.
“That shit ain’t funny, nigga. He fucked her up. I’m glad he finally got somebody that can handle his ass. I ain’t rollin’ no more bitches out my house in a wheelchair.”
“That shit sound crazy. Where he at now?”
“Still at the hotel wit’ that porno bitch.”
“They a match made in heaven, huh?” he laughed. “Aye, tell me ‘bout this nigga Pop Somethin’. I can’t figure the nigga out. Who is he? How y’all get wit’ him?”
“I don’t know too much about him, just what the streets say back in Texas. They talk about the nigga like he a god or somethin’. Only nigga I ever heard that went to war wit’ a cartel by hisself.”
B-Real gave her an eye. “Yeah right! A cartel? By hisself?”
Sasha raised her right hand like she was swearing on a Bible in court. “That’s what they say back in Houston. Right before we came to Atlanta, he killed six niggas that came by his aunty house to kill him. He the one that broke Buck Wild out. Matter of fact, he was locked up wit’ Buck Wild and whooped his ass.”
B-Real looked stunned. “You tellin’ me this nigga did all this shit and ain’t nobody touched ‘im? You make the nigga sound like a superhero.”
“I’m just tellin’ you what I heard. The nigga ain’t said more than two words to me, so I ain’t asked him shit, but he for real with everything he do. And them bitches he got ain’t to be fucked wit’, either. Pop Somethin’ is the devil, and Queenie and Princess is his demons.”
***
Queenie lay on the bed, dressed in a pink panty and bra set, talking to Shanice on Facebook. “How is the baby? You been keepin’ up with those doctor appointments?”
“Yeah. He’s good, and I’m good. I just feel so lonely. A couple months ago I had two niggas I was in love with, plus you and Pop was close by. Now I don’t got nobody.”
“It’s a mind thing, girl. You feel how you want to feel. And just because we not in the same state don’t mean we ain’t close. Ever since that day I came to yo’ house and. You know. I’ve been carrying you in my spirit. Distance can’t separate two people who care about each other.”
“C’mon, Queenie,” Shanice whined. “Why you gotta talk like that? That wasn’t s’posed to happen.”
“But it did. And I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. Do you ever think about it?”
Shanice looked away from her phone screen. “I mean, I do. But I don’t know how I feel. I’m confused. I’ve never kissed a woman before.”
“That’s okay. We have time for you to figure it out. I’m not going anywhere. I told you, I’ll be there for you and the kids. I’m keepin’ my word. Do you want me to come see you? Everything has settled down, and I might be able to get away for the weekend.”
Shanice hesitated. “I wanna see you, but I don’t know.”
“What is it to know? We friends. If you feelin’ lonely, I will come spend time with you.”
“Okay. Yeah. Sure. When are you coming?”
“I don’t know. Let me check into some things. I’ll call you back later.”
When Queenie hung up the phone, Princess gave her a sideways look and shook her head. “You wrong for doin’ that girl like that.”
“She lonely and confused. I’m just trynna help out.”
“No, you not. You trynna fuck her, and then you think you can use her to get close to Pop. This a bad idea, Queenie. Don’t do this. Leave Shanice alone.”
“But I love him, and he loves her. This the only way.”
“Queenie, listen to me, sis,” Princess said, staring her twin directly in the eyes. “You sound crazy. Pop is not gon’ fuck his cousin and admit bein’ in love wit’ her. And that is not gon’ make him love you. He told you he don’t want love. Don’t set yo’self up to get hurt.”
Queenie let out a deep sigh, looking away. When she spoke again, her mind was made up. “I’m goin’ to Texas this weekend. I’ma tell Pop I’m goin’ to see the family. I need you to back me up, okay?”
Chapter 12
In the world of luxury cars, Maybachs were at the top of the list. And thanks to his new rank as the leader of S.O.D., B-Real’s money had grown long enough to buy his dream car. As he whipped the $200,000 machine through the streets of Atlanta, he knew he had reached the top of the food chain. Every nigga wanted to be him, and all the bitches wanted to fuck him.
“I ain’t feelin’ them Texas niggas you brought to the team. Somethin’ ain’t right ‘bout dem niggas. I just don’t know what it is yet,” Ken-Ken said. The youngster had been with S.O.D. for almost two years. Tall and skinny with a short afro and bug eyes, Ken-Ken had worked his way into
B-Real’s sight by his ability to think.
“You trippin’, li’l brah,” B-Real said, giving him a mug. “That’s my family, and them niggas certified. They gon’ be the reason we smash Grind Squad and take over the whole state.”
“C’mon, brah. You know that shit unnecessary. That’s why Mecca, Gus, and Boss never tried it. Can’t get money and go to war.”
B-Real got loud. “And you see what happened! Them niggas dead! Grind Squad did that shit thinkin’ we was gon’ fall apart. But we gon’ show them niggas we still strong when we get they ass out the way.”
Ken-Ken wasn’t intimidated by B-Real’s outburst. “I don’t think Grind Squad did it, my nigga. They was gettin’ money before we was. They also know we can’t let nothin’ like this go unpunished. Some of them niggas came to Boss and Gus funeral. I don’t know, brah. I don’t think it was them.”
A chill went through B-Real’s body. “Tell me what you think.”
“I’m not sure what happened. I just think it’s more than what we think. They didn’t kill Boss an’ ‘em for the money ‘cause we still gettin’ it up. And why er’body talkin’ ‘bout Gus and Boss, what about Solo, the Haitian at the Brick Lair? He missin’, too. He coulda had somethin’ to do wit’ all this shit, but ain’t nobody even brought him up. I think we should sit back ‘til we get some more info. Our next move gotta be a smart one.”
B-Real took his eyes off the road to glance at his passenger. The 22-year-old was smart and knew how to think on his own. And right now, that was dangerous. B-Real didn’t need niggas with the ability to think on their own stirring the pot.
“Damn, Ken-Ken. I didn’t know you had a mind like that. I like the way you think, which is why I’m makin’ you my underboss. I’ma keep you wit’ me at all times. I need a nigga that can think like you glued to my hip.”
Ken-Ken smiled like the President of the United States had just asked him to be a part of his cabinet. “A’ight. So, what all I gotta do?”
“Nothin’. Just be you and er’thang gon’ work out. But hold on. Lemme make a call.”
Ken-Ken listened as B-Real made a call to Born Ready. They talked briefly about phase three. After hanging up, the red Maybach made a couple stops before parking outside of Born Ready’s house. Born Ready, Buck Wild, and Pop Somethin’ were waiting on the porch. When the Maybach pulled up to the curb, the Texans climbed in the back seat.
“Damn!” I didn’t know these muthafuckas was this big,” Buck Wild commented at the way they fit easily in the back seat.
Pop Somethin’ didn’t speak. He was wondering why B-Real had brought a tag-along.
“Fuck he doin’ here?” Born Ready asked, not holding back.
“I just made Ken-Ken my new underboss,” B-Real said coolly.
“You told him ‘bout phase three?” he asked cautiously.
B-Real laughed. “Hell nah! I brought him wit’ me ‘cause we was just talkin’. The young nigga smart, and I think y’all need to hear him out.” Then he turned to Ken-Ken. “Tell ‘em what you told me about Grind Squad not hittin’ Gus and Boss.”
The clean-faced youngster spun in the seat to face the Texas killas. When he was received with hostile stares, he nodded, hoping to defuse the tension. It didn’t work. Pop Somethin’ and Buck Wild’s faces seemed to get angrier, so he focused on Born Ready. “I think somebody else killed Boss and Gus. I don’t think it was Grind Squad. They been gettin’ money next to us for a long time. Why start shit now? It don’t make sense. Plus, Mecca and the Haitian bodies was never found. It’s too many questions. Plus, some of them Grind Squad niggas came to the funerals. They was showin’ respect, not trynna disrespect us. Whoever killed Gus and Boss wanted us to think it was Grind Squad so they can get away, but that’s where they fucked up at. Grind Squad got money, too. If we hit they leaders, a war gon’ kick off, and ain’t nobody gon’ get money.”
Born Ready stared at the youngster like he had just solved a geometry problem.
“Nigga sharp, ain’t he?” B-Real asked.
“Yeah. Too smart. Now I see why he yo’ underboss. So, tell me, Ken-Ken, how many people you talk to about these thoughts?”
“Nobody. Just y’all.”
Born Ready sat between Pop Somethin’ and Buck Wild. He looked back and forth to both killers. “One of y’all take care of this nigga. I left my banger at home.”
The Desert Eagle was in Pop’s fist in the blink of an eye.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” B-Real screamed.
Pop gave him an irritated look. “What, nigga?”
Ken-Ken was as scared as he had ever been, and for a moment his life appeared to be saved.
“Don’t shoot him in the Maybach. The seats is hand-sown. Lemme pull over.”
Panic flashed on Ken-Ken’s face again.
“You trippin’, nigga,” Born Ready laughed, turning to Buck Wild. “Get ‘im, li’l brah.”
The 6’4”, 250-pound goon didn’t hesitate. He reached over the front seat and grabbed the smaller man in a chokehold. Ken-Ken tried to resist, but it was useless. Buck Wild pulled him into the back seat on his lap.
When Ken-Ken passed out, Buck Wild continued squeezing his throat and leaned forward, crushing his body. Loud pops sounded as the youngster’s back and neck broke. Buck kept squeezing, twisting, and folding the body, stuffing him on the floor and resting his feet on top.
“Now you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout blood on the seat, nigga,” Buck laughed.
B-Real’s body shook as a chill ran through him. “Damn, that shit was vicious. Remind me not to piss you off.”
Buck gave him a mug. “Don’t piss me off.”
“Ken-Ken got me thinkin’ ‘bout phase three. What if that ain’t the right move? Shit is goin’ good now. Why fuck that up?” B-Real asked.
“Nah. Phase three gotta happen. It’s the only way to taka all the heat off us. We gotta put the bodies on somebody. We can’t have niggas gettin’ suspicious, like Ken-Ken. If we don’t make a move, we gon’ lose the whole team,” Born Ready said.
“But what about the war? We ain’t gon’ be able to get money and war. That shit gon’ put a dent in our pockets and make the whole city hot.”
“You ever heard of a war of attrition?”
“A what?”
“A war of attrition. It’s about who can last the longest. Er’body ain’t cut out for this war shit. You hit niggas in the right places and they gon’ fold, just like boxin’. You seen what my niggas can do. Y’all city ain’t seen nothin’ like the pain we can bring. This ain’t gon’ be no war, B-Real. We gon’ slaughter niggas. S.O.D. comin’ out on top.”
“I think you should consider what he sayin’,” Pop spoke up, getting everyone’s attention.
Buck Wild mugged Pop. Born Ready expressed the way he and his brother felt. “Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Pop?”
“He got a point. I came to Atlanta to get money, not get caught up in a war. Like he said, war fuck up a nigga bag. I think we should reconsider phase three.”
Buck laughed. “I know that ain’t no bitch I hear in you!”
Pop gave Buck Wild a serious stare. “I know we been around each other a lot since you came home, but that don’t mean you can play wit’ me like that. Don’t eva mention my name and ‘bitch’ in the same sentence.”
The smile vanished from Buck’s face as he sat up straight in the seat. “Or what, nigga? I was just bullshittin’ and you in yo’ feelin’s. I ain’t no bitch either, nigga. You seen how I get down. You know what it is.”
Born Ready seen the seriousness in Pop Somethin’s eyes, so he spoke up to prevent a clash of street titans. “C’mon, y’all. Chill. He was just playin’, Pop.”
Pop Somethin’ delivered his favorite line, the mug on his face matching the seriousness in his tone. “Niggas get killed for playin’ too much.”
Buck Wild rolled his shoulders and flexed his muscles. “You sayin’ you gon’ kill me, nigga?”
“I’m sayin’ you betta fall back ‘fore
I put chu on the floor next to Ken-Ken.”
Buck took a swing. The back seat of the Maybach was spacious enough for Pop to dodge the punch and throw one of his own. It landed on the bridge of Buck’s nose. Born Ready grabbed Pop’s other arm to keep him from knocking his little brother out.
“Okay! Okay! A’ight, y’all. Chill,” the smaller man yelled, showing his strength as he separated Pop and Buck Wild.
Buck Wild checked his nose to see if it was bleeding. Red fluid covered his knuckle. The growl that escaped his body didn’t sound human. Extra blood in his muscles seemed to make him grow bigger.
“Buck! Chill, nigga! Damn!” Born Ready yelled. “We got a dead body in the car. Fuck wrong wit’ chu nigga? Chill!”
Pop relaxed some of the tension in his shoulders, but kept his eyes on Buck Wild. “I’m good.”
“I ain’t,” Buck breathed, calming himself down. They had a dead body in the car. Now wasn’t the time to settle his issue with Pop Somethin’. “Before this is all said and done, I’ma fuck you over.”
“Nigga, what the fuck I just say? Chill!” Born Ready snapped “We don’t got time for no fuck-shit. That shit y’all had while y’all was locked up is over now. We got plans to make money. Phase three is a green light. We gon’ eliminate the competition and take over.”
***
“Damn, she is so fuckin’ cute. And she look just like you. Every time I see her, I want a little me,” Queenie said, watching Shawntale ride the merry-go-round. There was a carnival in town.
“Yeah. She is my mini-me. But I don’t think my cousin ready for no kids. He still wild. Havin’ a baby might make him worse. You see how he still treats me like I’m a kid. Imaging how he would treat his daughter. That would be scary.”
“I know. Kids ain’t for Pop. I wish he did want a family. I love his crazy ass. That’s my nigga.”