CHAPTER THREE
JAMAICA
“Aww, shit, that pussy is wetter than a muthafucka!” Halo moaned as Jamaica Jackson rode him like her life depended on it.
“If you think the pussy feel good wait until you feel this ass.” She stood up from his dick and watched it pulsate.
“Don’t stop.” Halo slapped her chocolate thigh. “Ohhhh, shit,” he hollered as she dropped her juicy ass down onto his dick. She was not new to anal sex; therefore, his large dick slid up in her with ease. “Gotdamn!”
“You like that?” she asked while throwing that ass back with aggression.
“Hell, yeah. I’m about to nut.” Halo gripped the sheets like a bitch. Her ass muscles were tight, wet, and warm. Although he’d done a few girls in the ass, it never felt like this. With them, he had to go slow and be gentle, but Jamaica was completely different. The shit blew his mind on so many levels.
“Come all in me, baby.” Jamaica rubbed her erect nipples. “I want to feel you explode.”
“Oh, shitttt!” Just like that Halo came all inside of Jamaica’s asshole. Once his dick stopped jerking, Jamaica slid off of him and sucked him dry.
“You are a bad bitch in every sense of the word.” Halo had to give props when they were due.
“I know.” With a smile, J slid from the bed and found her panties.
“I mean, damn.” Halo continued singing her praises while lying across the bed with a limp dick. “You make a nigga wanna wife you, girl.”
“I ain’t the marrying kind, but you can pay me.” Jamaica was flattered by the compliment, but she was all about the coins.
“I’m a little short tonight, but I got you next time.” Halo reached down and grabbed some money from his jeans and handed it to her.
“Don’t play with me, nigga,” Jamaica said while counting the money. “You are a Benjamin short.”
“I had to give my baby mother some money for my daughter’s milk.” Halo stood from the bed then quickly slipped into his jeans. He’d gotten what he wanted; now it was time to go.
“Not trying to sound rude but what the fuck that got to do with me?” Jamaica stood from the bed still wearing nothing but a pair of blue lace panties. Her body was the picture of perfection, not an ounce of fat or cellulite in sight.
“Come on, J, I have never been short before. Can’t you let it slide this one time?”
“Nigga, please!” Jamaica smacked her lips. “If you knew you were short you should’ve never slid up in the pussy,” she said while going over to her nightstand.
“It’s so fucking good, though,” Halo admitted. He was addicted to that pretty thing between Jamaica’s milk chocolate thighs. Never in a million years did he think he’d be paying for pussy, but here he was every week getting his fix like a dopefiend.
“Run my bread!” In an instant, Jamaica pulled out a silver revolver and pointed it at her john.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked, astounded.
“Son, you know what this is.” She bucked. “Hate that it had to come down to this but you know I don’t play about my bread, B.” Her New York accent was out, and she was ready for action.
“So you gon’ draw down on me and then what?” Halo grabbed his shirt from the floor and slid it over his head.
“Son, you got three seconds to find my money in your pockets or I will shoot you,” Jamaica said with a grimace that told him she wasn’t playing.
Halo knew she was crazy, but he didn’t know exactly how deep crazy ran in her blood. At one point her father, Jasper, was the head of the Jamaican mafia. He ruled with an iron fist for nearly three decades, until he and several of his goons went to prison for the murder of one very influential Jamaican official and his wife. Somehow the man had gotten mixed up with the mafia and ended owing Jasper a ton of money. When the guy didn’t pay up, Jasper personally set the couple on fire and watched them burn. He tried to flee to America, where he’d sent his wife and daughter to live in New York years prior; but the police captured him before he had the chance to go. After his arrest, Jamaica and her mother, Margaret, moved to Detroit where they struggled to make ends meet. Jamaica learned early on that pussy could pay the bills. Therefore, from the age of twelve, she’d been using what she had to get what she needed.
“J, are you really drawing down on me like this?” Halo asked again, trying to buy himself some time.
“Three!” Jamaica let a shot off. It hit Halo in the left arm.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he screamed in pain as his flesh separated and blood oozed out. “Take the fucking money.” With his left hand, he reached into his pocket and produced a pile of crumbled twenties and fifties.
“I should shoot you again for trying to play me.” Jamaica grabbed the money and counted. The nigga had $270 in total. “Get the fuck out and don’t come back!”
“You crazy bitch!” Halo grabbed his arm. “I’ma see you,” he warned before opening the bedroom door and walking out.
“Not if I see you first!” She laughed then slid the pistol back into her dresser.
Buzzzzzz. The phone on the bed vibrated, and Jamaica went to see who it was. The message on the screen was from Fly inviting her out tonight with Kali. Instantly Jamaica smacked her lips. Although she tolerated Kali on the strength of Fly, she really didn’t care too much for the bougie bitch. She’d met her on a few occasions but they never really vibed.
“Maybe. Maybe not!” Jamaica said aloud while texting back. She had no intention of going, though. She had other plans.
“J,” Margie called from the living room of their townhouse.
“Ma’am,” Jamaica hollered from her bedroom.
“Come out here at once.” Margie was standing in front of the window watching Halo walk to his car.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jamaica said as she approached her mother, still topless and in nothing but her panties.
“What was that shot I heard and why was that man bleeding when he left here?” Although Margie had been a U.S. citizen for quite some time her Jamaican accent was still heavy.
“The nigga tried to play me for Benjamin, so I shot him,” J stated as a matter of fact. She didn’t keep secrets from her mother because she didn’t have to. Margie knew what her daughter did to pay the bills. Although she didn’t like it, she understood it was done as a means of survival. Being from Kingston, Jamaica, Margie knew about survival all too well.
“Did you at least get the money?” Margie asked after watching Halo drive off.
“I got what he owed me and then some.” J smiled before handing her mother the extra $170. “You should call your girls and go shopping or something.”
“I’m going to take thirty dollars and head to MGM. The rest I’ll save.” Margie smiled. She loved when her daughter broke her off a little extra.
“Well, I’m going out tonight, but I’ll be home by two.”
“Be careful out there, me daughta.” Margie slipped the money into her back pocket then went to retrieve the mop to clean up the trail of blood Halo had left in her hallway.
CHAPTER FOUR
KALI
Boom. Boom. Boom. The loud knocking at the door caused Bird to reach between the sofa cushions and pull out his pistol. “Who the fuck is that knocking on the door like the gotdamn police?” he cursed while creeping up to the peephole.
“It’s me, Bird.”
“Girl, don’t you know better?” He opened the door then tucked his weapon into the waist of his jeans.
“I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked after noticing the makeup running down her face. “What happened? Did somebody hurt you?” Bird was ready to go. All Fly had to do was give the word.
“I’m sorry to show up unannounced like this, but I didn’t know where else to go.” Fly sniffed. She’d walked almost ten miles from her mother’s house to Bird’s apartment. Her feet were hurting tremendously but not more than her heart.
“Chill with all that noise. You are welcome h
ere anytime.” Bird grabbed Braxton from her. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get Kali; she’s in the bathroom curling her hair.”
A few minutes later Kali entered the living room with her hair half done. “Fly, what’s wrong?”
“Girl, my mom put me out.” Wiping her eyes Fly tried her best to look presentable, but it was no use.
“She put Braxton out too?” Kali had known Fly’s mom to do some crazy stuff, but this was by far the worst.
“Nah.” Fly shook her head. “I took him.” She sniffed. “You know if I ain’t there then he can’t be either.”
“I’m hungry, Fly.” Braxton was still in Bird’s arms with his head buried in Bird’s chest.
“Okay, Brax. Give me a few minutes, okay?” Fly sniffed.
“Hey, little man, do you want to ride with me to McDonald’s?” Bird didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing his car keys. “I’ll be back. Text me if you want something.”
“Thanks, Bird.” Fly sighed.
“No problem,” he said then closed the door.
“What am I going to do now, K?” During the entire walk to Bird’s apartment, Fly pondered over her next move. She wasn’t making enough money to care for Braxton alone.
“Have you talked to Syn?” Kali knew Syris was an asshole for cheating on Fly the way he did, but she also knew he loved her tremendously and would never see her out in the cold world hurting for paper.
“I called him, but it went to voice mail. He’s probably with some skank bitch!” She smacked her lips.
“Look, you can stay with us as long as you like.” Kali placed a hand on her girl’s knee. “We got you and Brax.”
Fly was Kali’s best friend, and they were as close as sisters. They were there for each other through thick and thin. The ladies had been best friends since they met in Mrs. Wilson’s third-grade homeroom almost two decades ago. Although the bond they created back then was nothing more than a playground pact, today that same bond was stronger than ever.
“Bitch, do you have something to tell me?” Fly pointed to the ring on Kali’s finger, completely putting her own dilemma on the back burner.
“I do, but that can wait.” Kali didn’t want to brag while her friend was going through something.
“Bullshit!” Fly smiled. “Is this what tonight’s celebration is all about?” Almost immediately she forgot about her problems and hugged her girl tight. “I’m so happy for you, girl.” Fly knew Kali and Bird belonged together before they did. In fact, she was the one who finally forced them out on a date. In her eyes, they were the Obamas of the ghetto.
“Bird wants to settle down once I finish law school.” Kali smiled while adoring her ring.
“I told you he was going to be your husband.” Fly laughed. “I wish he could talk some sense into Syn.” Although she loved Syn, she didn’t see a future with him the way she saw Bird and Kali leaving the hood, having babies, and growing old together.
“Quiet as it’s kept, y’all might get married before we do.” Kali laughed.
“Girl, bye.” Fly smacked her lips.
“Do you want a drink?” Kali stood from the sofa and walked into the small galley kitchen.
“Henny on the rocks, please.”
“Any Coke?” Kali grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured a double shot.
“Have I ever liked Coke with my Henny?” Fly hissed. Just then her phone rang. It was Syn. “Hello?” she answered with an attitude.
“What’s up, ma? I just got your calls.”
“I needed a ride but don’t worry about it. I’m good now.”
“Where you at?” Syn knew his lady was feeling some type of way. He needed to pull up on her and show her some love.
“Why, Syris? It’s not like you care anyway.”
“Felicia, stop fucking playing with me. I ain’t in the mood for the games. Where the fuck you at?”
“I’m at Bird’s.” Fly reached for the drink Kali had brought her, then took a sip.
“I’ll be there in ten,” he said before ending the call.
* * *
Twenty minutes later Bird and Braxton walked through the door with Syris right behind them. “The little man fell asleep eating on a fry,” Bird said to the women while carrying the boy back to lay him down across the bed.
“Thanks for taking him, Bird.” Fly downed her second drink then wiped her mouth.
“What’s up, Kali?” Syn walked over to the sofa and gave his homegirl a hug before sitting down between them and repeating the gesture with Fly. “You good, ma? What the fuck happened?”
“Nah, I’m not good, but I will be,” Fly said while inhaling his Versace cologne. The shit always got her juices flowing. Already feeling the effects from the Henny and now smelling the cologne, Fly was ready to fuck her pain away. “Long story short, I came home and found my momma all bleeding and shit. I jumped on Ray and told him to go. My momma started to defend him and ended up putting my black ass out.”
“That’s fucked up, but don’t even trip.” Without a second thought, he pulled a key off his key ring and handed it to Fly.
“What’s this?” She already knew what it was, but she needed clarification.
“The key to our place,” Syn said with a smirk. Fly had been on his head about getting her own key to his apartment for quite some time. Today was a better time than any.
“Thank you, Syn. I appreciate it.” Fly took the key and tucked it into her bra for safe keeping.
“Did you tell my sis the good news yet?” Bird asked Kali when he stepped back into the living room.
“Are you pregnant?” On instinct, Syn looked at Kali’s midsection.
“Boy, stop! If I were pregnant would I be sipping this yac?” Kali laughed while raising her cup full of Hennessy. Simultaneously she raised her left hand and wiggled her ring finger to show off her rock.
“Oh, shit! Congratulations, fam.” He stood from the couch and gave a pound to his nigga. “Damn, I gotta get my suit together. I already know you want your boy to be the best man.” Syris and Bernard had been boys since practically forever. Their mothers went to high school together and became pregnant in tenth grade. By the time their mothers entered eleventh grade, he and Syris were day care buddies.
“You already know your crazy ass is going to be right beside me.” Bird went to the kitchen to grab some glasses and poured drinks for himself and Syn.
“Your boy said he’s leaving the game when I graduate,” Kali announced.
“Nigga, please!” Syn smacked his lips, but when Bird confirmed it with a nod it was official. “Damn, boy, I never thought I would see the day.”
“Hell yeah, my G. Ya boy is out.” Bird was proud of the man he was becoming. He couldn’t wait to have a house full of kids, a dog, and the white picket fence niggas in the movies had.
“The game has been good to us, bro. Why you want to change up on me?” Syn was in his feelings a little.
“No doubt, the game has been good to us, but you know like I do all good things must come to an end at some point.” Bird took a swallow from his glass. “We’ve been speeding through life since we was fifteen. It’s time to slow it down, my nigga.”
“Nigga, you only twenty-four.” Syn laughed. “You got the rest of your life to slow down, but for now I say let’s get this paper.” Syn downed his drink. “YF ’til the day we die, remember?” Syn reminded his boy about their pact then grabbed the bottle of Hennessy and poured another drink.
“Young and flashy ’til the day we die, I remember; but most niggas like us don’t make it to see twenty-five,” Bird added. “Now do you see where I’m going with this?”
“I feel you, my G. But, me, I’m going to ball ’til I fall!” Syn lived to hustle, simple as that. “As a matter of fact, I got this one thing I need to holla at you about ASAP.”
“Come on, let’s go outside then.” Bird walked over to the door. “We’ll be right back, ladies.”
“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” Syn winked
at Fly, and she blushed.
“What’s up, fam?” Bird asked once they were outside on the patio.
“Earlier I ran into my nigga Li’l Nut at the barber shop.”
“Are you talking about Li’l Nut from the east side?” Bird asked, immediately on the defensive.
“I know you don’t like the nigga but just hear me out.” Syn laughed.
“It’s not that I don’t like him, he’s just a sucka-ass nigga, and you know I try to stay sucka free.” Bird shook his head. He and Li’l Nut ran in some of the same circles back in the day. Whenever a situation came up that required the nigga to boss up, he usually bitched up, and Bird despised him.
Syn knew his boy was telling the truth, but still he continued with the story. “Li’l Nut told me he been talking with this nigga from the A named Dre, Kay, Tay, or some shit like that.” Syn shrugged. “His team is moving hella weight and they ready to expand. They got a big shipment they need help moving, and he asked Li’l Nut to put him on with us.”
“Wait!” Bird was alarmed. “The out-of-state nigga asked for us by name?”
“Not necessarily. He told Nut he’d heard that he was cool with some YF niggas who had the west side on lock and he wanted to arrange a sit-down with them. He asked Nut if he knew how to make it happen. Nut said he might be able to help but to give him a few hours.”
“First off, the nigga is not cool with us; he’s cool with you. Second, I’m still trying to figure how these out-of-state niggas even know us.” Bird looked puzzled.
Syn laughed lightly. His boy was always reading too much into shit. “Look, nigga, you know we get it popping. There ain’t a nigga in the D who don’t know about us.”
“That’s true, but I ain’t with no sit-downs, especially with some out-of-town niggas.” Bird deaded the deal before it even started.
“I ain’t about no sit-downs either,” Syn added.
“So what the fuck are we talking about then?” Bird was getting frustrated.
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