Around the Way Girls 11

by Treasure Hernandez

“I don’t know, but I hope so.” Kali stood from the sofa and began to pace the living room floor. “Where were they supposed to be going anyway?”

  “Who knows, but Jamaica sounded serious. Wherever they went, I hope like hell they get back home soon.”

  “Hello. Did you catch them in time?” Jamaica answered abruptly.

  “Yes, thank God.” Fly blew out an audible breath. “But can you get over to Bird’s crib as soon as you can? We need to know what the fuck is up.”

  “All right. I’ll be over shortly.” Click.

  “I wonder what the hell they have gotten into now.” Fly placed her cell phone back on the table and refreshed her drink.

  “Your girl didn’t need the address?” Kali’s bullshit detector was on twenty.

  “I guess not, since she didn’t ask for it,” Fly replied then smirked because she knew exactly where Kali’s mind was. “Relax. She dropped me off over here a few times, remember?”

  “Don’t let me catch a body fucking with your friend.” Kali busted out laughing, and Fly did the same. They both were serious when it came to their men. Jamaica was known to get around; therefore, they always kept an extra eye out with Jamaica.

  “You know I would beat her and Bird’s asses for you if I ever got wind of some foul shit.”

  “No need for all that. Just put money on my books because I would kill them both and go to jail for a double homicide,” Kali joked.

  “Bitch, I would call Annalise Keating before I let that happen.”

  “You better.” She laughed.

  A little less than twenty minutes later they heard a noise outside. It was Bird and Syn. “Where did y’all go?” Fly started just as soon as they opened the door of the townhouse.

  “Where is your girl?” Syn asked with a scowl on his face.

  Fly ignored his question. “Why haven’t you answered my calls?”

  “I broke my phone.” He paused. “Where the fuck is Jamaica?” On cue, there was a knock on the door. It was the lady of the hour.

  “Come on in, Jamaica.” Kali opened the door then stepped aside and let her enter. She was still wearing the sheer outfit from the club, which made everyone in the room uncomfortable.

  “Where did you get your information from?” Bird grabbed the bottle of Henny and took a drink straight from the neck. His nerves were on edge like a muthafucka.

  “Tonight at the club, one of my customers had loose lips,” Jamaica explained. “He started talking about sergeants and shit and working a case for the past year. It didn’t take a genius to realize he and his boys were the hook.” She paused. “Anyway, the nigga slipped up and said that Bernard and Syris would be in handcuffs before it was over. Y’all the only niggas I know named Bernard and Syris who hang together, so I called Fly and gave her the word. Shit, I left outta there so fast, I didn’t even get paid for my services.”

  “Damn.” Syn reached for the bottle and took it to the head. “We appreciate you, shorty, for real. And, don’t worry, I’ma get you paid for tonight.”

  “Okay, that’s what’s up.” Jamaica smiled. “Fly is my girl. I know you her boo, so I had to look out.” Jamaica felt good that she had been able to help her friend. She was proud of herself.

  “Your boy is a dead nigga.” Bird slammed his big fist into the wall, causing everyone except Syn to jump. “I knew that story sounded shaky! I swear if we go down for some shit I will kill the nigga myself!” Bird’s rage had him acting completely out of character. Never in a million years would he have said that shit in a room full of people if he were in his right mind. Bird always kept his thoughts and plans to himself.

  “I’m going to run down on the nigga, don’t worry.” Syn killed the rest of the contents in the Hennessy bottle. He couldn’t believe Nut would play him like that. “My bad, bro. I’m going to handle this and find out what the fuck is going on.” Syn felt bad for even bringing Bird in the mix.

  “I mean, ain’t no need to go crazy. We Gucci, right, baby?” Kali walked up to Bird. “We called y’all in time, so it ain’t nothing, right?”

  “It’s the principle of the shit, though.” Bird was steaming but, as always, Kali found a way to calm his nerves.

  “Well, since everything turned out all right, and we’re all here, we might as well still follow through on our plans to go out tonight.” Kali flashed her ring.

  “Yeah, it’s still y’all night, so let’s turn the fuck up,” Fly added, and just like that the tension disappeared.

  “Who’s going to watch Braxton?” Bird asked, remembering the boy lying across the foot of his bed.

  “I’ll take him with me so y’all can have a good time,” Jamaica spoke up, still not wanting to go.

  “No, shorty, you gotta come with us.” Kali smiled. “After saving my man’s ass, the least I can do is buy you a drink or two.” She still wasn’t a Jamaica fan, but the girl had proved herself to be valuable. For that reason alone, Kali decided to keep her close.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to crash your shit.”

  “Look, I ain’t asking again.” Kali smirked, and Jamaica relented.

  “Okay, I’m down.”

  “What about Braxton?” Bird asked again.

  “I have to go home and get out of these clothes so I’ll take him with me to my mother’s. She’ll watch him for the night,” Jamaica offered. Her mother had watched Braxton on more than a few occasions.

  “Ms. Margie is the best.” Fly headed to the bedroom to wake up her brother. She hated taking him from place to place, but tonight she needed to step out and clear her head.

  “Well, it’s a little after one in the morning. The club is about to close so let’s just get changed and head over to Janet’s.” Syn looked down at his chrome Gucci watch.

  “Sounds good to me,” Jamaica chimed in. “Janet’s is always poppin’.”

  “What’s Janet’s?” In all the years Kali had been clubbing in Detroit, she’d never heard of it.

  “It’s an after-hours joint that everybody hangs out at,” Bird replied then dapped Syn. “Let’s meet in about an hour.” He needed to shower and get right before stepping out.

  “Bet, my nigga. And, again, my bad about earlier.” Syn headed toward the front door. “I’ll get that one thing in the morning.” He spoke in code.

  “For sho.”

  Minutes after Jamaica, Syn, Fly, and Braxton made their exit, Bird went outside to his car and was back within a few seconds.

  “What’s that?” Kali pointed to the five black garbage bags in Bird’s hands.

  “Remember when I told you never to ask questions that you really didn’t want the answer to?” Bird carried the bags to the bedroom.

  “And remember I told you that I got your back, regardless of how bad it may seem?” Kali slipped her top off and then stepped from her jeans. Bird peered at her for a second, trying to decide if he should talk or keep his mouth closed.

  “Each bag contains a pound of heroin and about five thousand dollars in loose cash.” He dumped the contents on the bed and watched Kali’s eyes explode.

  “Bird, what did you do?” She walked over to one of the bricks of heroin and picked it up.

  “We robbed them niggas,” Bird replied smoothly while undressing for his shower.

  “But I thought we called y’all in time.” Kali’s heart rate began to speed up.

  “Nah, we was already on the way home by then.” After walking into the bathroom, Bird turned on the water. He could see the worry in Kali’s eyes, so he went ahead and put her at rest. “Look, when we got to the spot nobody was there. These dumb niggas had the work and the money on a table in the dining room. We took that shit and got the fuck out. That’s when y’all called.” He grabbed his face towel and stepped into the warm water.

  “What if the house had cameras?”

  “We wore masks.” Bird looked at Kali like she should’ve known him better than that.

  “So, what do we do now?” Kali had never been in this situation before. />
  “We don’t do shit.”

  “What do you mean? We can’t just sit back and pretend nothing happened.” Kali grabbed her towel and jumped in the shower too. It was too cold for her, so she turned the hot water up a notch, damn near scalding Bird. He quickly pushed her to the front and took cover in the back of the bathtub.

  “All we can do is lie low and wait. Now that we know we’re on the police’s radar, we know how to move.” He leaned in and kissed Kali’s neck.

  She wasn’t done with the conversation, but the circles he was making on her body with his tongue had her out of whack. For now, she decided to let the issue rest, and she hoped like hell her man’s trail of kisses would lead him straight between her thighs.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  FLY

  “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?” Syn glanced over at Fly, who hadn’t uttered a sound the entire ride.

  “Did you really break your phone or were you just fucking with me?”

  “Is that what this is about?” Syn laughed.

  “Answer the question.”

  “I swear on a stack of Bibles I broke my phone in Bird’s parking lot before we left.”

  “I’ve never even seen you pick up a Bible. Swear on something else.” Fly wasn’t letting up; she was tired of being lied to and fucked over.

  “I swear on my brother’s grave.” Syn sat up in his seat. His little brother, Keith, who was killed in a house fire a few years ago, was always a sensitive subject. “Is that enough for you, or do I have to cut off my dick for you to believe me?”

  “Boy, stop being dramatic.”

  “Fly, I’m for real, ain’t nothing I do is ever good enough for you,” Syn barked. “I get tired of jumping through hoops for you just to prove my love.”

  “Your love was never the problem,” Fly shouted. “It’s your fucking loyalty that’s the issue.”

  Syn didn’t know what to say at that moment because he knew she was telling the truth. Over the years he’d had some not-so-proud moments during his relationship with Fly, and some were worse than others. He wished like hell he could take some of it back.

  “Look, I’m sorry for all the bullshit I put you through, okay?” He hit the steering wheel. “But you can’t keep bringing up the past and expect us to have a bright future. I want you and only you. I swear on everything that I will do right from this point forward.” Syn placed his hand on Fly’s thigh. “Can we please start over for the last time?”

  “This is the last time.” Fly held out her pinky finger, and they shook on it.

  All was well in their world for a good, solid twenty minutes until Syn pulled in front of his apartment building and Shamika jumped from the passenger seat of a blue Toyota parked a few spots down. “Syris, I’ve been calling you all night. Where have you been?” She didn’t give him a chance to fully get out of the car before starting with all the questions.

  “Why the fuck are you here?” Syn was completely irritated because he knew how shit was about to go down. He’d just made a truce with Fly and now here came Shamika fucking it up.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Both Fly and Shamika asked at the same time.

  “Don’t worry about who the fuck I am.” Fly bucked.

  “Girl, bye!” Shamika smacked her purple-painted lips. The lipstick matched her hair weave, which was strategically braided into a Mohawk. “Syn, we need to talk.” She tried to pull Syris away from the car, but he didn’t budge.

  “Look, shorty, I don’t know what you was thinking when you showed up here unannounced, but you need to go.”

  “We need to talk in private.” Again Shamika tried to pull at the pocket of Syn’s jeans, but he wasn’t having it.

  “Whatever you got to say to me you can say it in front of my girl.” This was his only opportunity to score some brownie points with Fly before things went south for good.

  “Your girl?” Shamika rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

  “My girl,” Syn repeated louder, just to make sure she heard him. From the corner of his eye, he could see Fly smiling.

  “This bitch wasn’t your girl last month when you ran up in me raw, was she?”

  “Bitch!” Within the blink of an eye, Fly made a dash for the dark-skinned girl, and Syn didn’t bother breaking it up. Whap! Fly smacked Shamika so hard she left a purple mark on her face. “I got yo’ bitch!” She balled up her fist and prepared to strike.

  “I’m pregnant!” Shamika hollered.

  Fly stopped with her arm in midair when she heard those words.

  “Pregnant?” Syn asked in disbelief.

  “Are you lying?” Fly asked with her arm still in midair and her fist balled up. She wasn’t sure if the bitch was telling the truth or just trying to buy time.

  “The pregnancy test is in my back pocket.” She reached back and pulled it out. “That’s what I came here to tell you.”

  “Girl, that pregnancy test don’t mean shit!” Syn was furious. “Bitches in the hood be selling them shits all day, every day. Come on, Fly, let’s go.”

  “Really, Syris?” Shamika began to cry. “Just last month you was hitting my phone with all types of sweet messages, and now you want to dog me like an average bitch out in the street?”

  “You are an average bitch on the street.” This time he pulled Fly by the arm toward his building. “You’re a delusional bitch in the street at that!” he added once they made it to the door. “Come on, baby.” Syn held the door open then followed Fly to his apartment, which was on the first floor.

  Once inside, he began doing damage control. “Baby, I swear on my brother I didn’t fuck her raw.”

  “But you admit that you fucked her, right?” Fly glared at him, and he nodded.

  “I told you in the car I was done with my past bullshit, and I am. Shorty was in the past. Yes, I did fuck her twice, but I ain’t ever took the jimmy off. I wouldn’t do that to you, me, or us.” Syn wrapped his arms around Fly’s waist. “Believe this or not, but you are the only person I ever had unprotected sex with because you’re the only person I want to have my seed.”

  “You can still make a baby even when you wear a rubber. You realize that, right?” Fly sighed. It was like she was on a never-ending rollercoaster with Syn. Sometimes she enjoyed the thrill, and sometimes she just wanted to get the fuck off.

  “This might be too much detail,” Syn said hesitantly, “but on top of using a rubber I pulled out before I came.”

  “You’re right; that’s too much detail.” Fly tried to push away, but Syn reaffirmed his grip.

  “I love you.” He rested his head on her chest and inhaled her scent. When she didn’t respond, he looked up at her.

  “I guess I can’t be too mad because I fucked someone too,” she blurted out.

  Immediately, Syn tensed up. “What’s the nigga’s name, when did it happen, and were we together?”

  “The past is the past, right?” Fly backed away.

  “Yeah.” Syn grimaced.

  “Then you don’t need to know all of that.” She headed into the bathroom, which was located off the living room, and she closed the door.

  “Fly, that’s bullshit and you know it. I need a name, and I need it now.” He hit the door and Fly giggled silently. “I ain’t fucking playing!” he barked.

  “Calm down, killer.” With a smile, she opened the door. “I have never fucked anybody besides you and my first, but do you see how tight you just got?”

  “Swear on Braxton’s life.” Syn was visibly relieved but still needed to be sure.

  “I swear on Braxton’s life.” She raised her right hand as if she were about to take the stand and testify.

  “Why would you play like that?” He smacked her ass. He was so happy that he would’ve given her the world right then if it were his to give.

  “I had to teach you a lesson.” Fly began to undress. “You damn near had a heart attack the entire minute I was joking, yet you cheat for real and expect me to forgive you time after time. The shi
t takes a toll on you.”

  “Are we back on this again?”

  “Nope, just showing you how it feels so you think before you act next time.” After slipping off her clothes, Fly tested the water then stepped in.

  Syn loved the way her slim, thick body was shaped and he instantly had an erection. While unfastening the button on his jeans, he slid the red shower curtain back and admired the way her D-cup titties looked all suds up. Her freshly trimmed pussy was nice too!

  “Stalk much?” Fly laughed while trying to pull the curtain closed, but Syn wasn’t having it. “Stop it or your floor is going to be drenched with water.”

  “Fuck the floor.” Stepping from his jeans and boxers, Syn hopped into the shower still wearing his undershirt and Polo V-neck.

  “What are you doing?” Fly asked when she saw him get down on both knees. The water had completely soaked him from head to toe.

  “Put your leg up here.” He pointed to the corner of the tub, and she did as she was told. Without another word between them, Syn began to explore every inch of her womanhood with his tongue.

  “Oh, shit,” she moaned and gripped the ceramic wall tile for dear life. Syn had never gone down on her without her asking, and even still it only happened once a year on her birthday. She wanted to ask him what had gotten into him, but instead, she remained silent, enjoyed the moment, and prayed for many more just like it.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  JAMAICA

  “Where the fuck is you at, girl? Call me back when you get this.” With frustration, Jamaica ended the voice mail she was leaving on Fly’s phone and glanced down at her silver Coach watch sparkling beneath the club lights. Fly and her crew were almost twenty minutes late. Although she was a big girl and could hold her own, Jamaica never visited Janet’s alone. From time to time some wild shit went on there. In fact, someone had torched the place three years ago after a bar fight. Thankfully, Ms. Janet had good insurance and was able to rebuild quickly.

  “Let me get a Long Island and a pink pussy for the lady,” said a voice behind her.

  “Boy, what are you doing up in here? I thought your celebrity status prevented you from hanging out with us common folks.” Jamaica stood from her barstool and hugged as tight as she could the super producer, who stood at six feet four inches. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”