Fly stood guard at the window to make sure her crazy ass didn’t have a gun in the car. That’s when she saw Jamaica pulled up to the place.
“You good, ma?” she asked after stepping from her whip with her beloved 9 mm gripped for dear life.
“Yeah, I’m good. I don’t know what these goofy bitches are up to, but I don’t like it.” Fly hugged Jamaica while watching Lisa walk toward the rental office. “Where is Brax?”
“When you called and said you needed backup I told my homeboy to watch him,” Jamaica explained. “I didn’t want him to see nothing; he’s already been through enough.”
“Did something happen?” Fly was concerned. “What has he been through?”
“I think we need to take care of what’s going on right now. I’ll talk to you about what’s going on with Brax later.” Jamaica knew this wasn’t the time or the place.
“J, you got five seconds to tell me what is up with my brother, or me and you will have issues.” Fly didn’t care where they were or what was going on. Her number one concern was always her baby brother.
“Look, Fly, I really don’t think it’s the right time to talk about it.”
“Any time is the right time to talk about anything that has to do with my brother. C’mon, bitch, get it out.”
“All right. I’ma talk, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. We really should have left this conversation for later.” Jamaica took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about to reveal to her friend was going to devastate her. “Today he told me that Ray made him pose for nude pictures and touch his dick.” Jamaica’s stomach flipped just thinking about it.
“What?” Fly gasped.
“He said he told your mom about it before and Ray beat both of their asses.”
“Why didn’t he tell me?” Fly didn’t know how to feel. Her body felt as if someone had just poured a bucket of cold water on her.
“Ray told him that he would kill you if he said something to you about it.”
“I’m going to kill his ass!” Fly had put up with a lot of shit from Ray and her mother, but this was the last straw. She wanted Ray’s head on a platter.
“I told you that shit could’ve waited. But, look, there is Kali. Let’s handle this first, and then we’ll handle Ray.” Jamaica moved aside just as Kali pulled into her neighbor’s parking spot.
Fly looked over at Kali and decided to put the Ray and Braxton situation on the back burner for now.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kali noticed the gun in Jamaica’s hand and immediately feared the worst. “Did someone get hurt?”
“Not yet,” Jamaica replied.
Fly ran everything down. “All I know is Lisa and Rochelle been going through your crib like detectives with warrants. These bitches even lifted the bed while I was lying on it. When I woke up, they told me I had to rise and fly. Naturally, I called you. Ro in there now. Lisa just went to the rental office.”
“Thanks! Y’all stay out here in case Lisa comes back with some bullshit. I’ll handle Rochelle.” Seeing red and seething mad, Kali burst in the townhouse. “What are you looking for?”
“None of your business, bitch!” Rochelle replied from the kitchen.
“Everything in here is my business, bitch!” Kali entered the kitchen prepared for a fight. That’s when she saw Ro looking in the freezer, and it dawned on her. Back in the day when she and Bird got together, he told her that he kept most of his savings hidden in the house. He stored money is odd places like the freezer, inside cereal boxes, in the water tank above the toilet, and under the mattress. Kali told him how stupid that was, but he insisted on being able to put his hands on his cash at a moment’s notice if need be.
“Your brother would give you the world and here you are trying to rob him!” Kali yelled, “I can’t believe you two right now. Bird hasn’t been behind bars a solid ten hours and his own mother and sister are already here to collect on whatever it is y’all think he has. Do you two even care about what’s about to happen to him right now?”
“Bitch, you don’t know shit about me or my mother. This don’t even concern you so mind your business.”
“Bird is my business.” On impulse, Kali charged at her full speed. Rochelle saw her coming and tried to get out of the way, but her weight wouldn’t allow her to move fast enough. Within seconds, Kali was all over her like a fly on shit. Fly and Jamaica heard the commotion and rushed into the house. They thought Kali needed help but, by the look of things, it was the other way around.
“You’re lucky I love Bird or I would kill your trifling ass.” With one more punch to her jaw, Kali got off of Ro. “They’re in here tearing shit up trying to find Bird’s money,” she told her girls.
Before anyone could respond, the front door opened. Everyone turned around to see Lisa and a middle-aged white man. “Sorry to barge in, Mrs. Harris.” Dexter, the property manager, fixed his glasses and shifted nervously. There was a stupid look on his face. It was almost as stupid as the grin on Lisa’s face. She was cheesing like a fat rat in a cheese factory.
“Go ahead, boy, tell her!” Lisa pointed. “And her last name ain’t Harris!”
“Tell me what?” Kali sighed. She didn’t have time for games.
“Unfortunately, you have to get your things and leave.” Dexter loved Kali; she had been one of his most pleasant tenants these past few years. He hated what Lisa was forcing him to do, but the rental agreement was set in stone.
“What do you mean, leave?” Kali wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
“Since the lease is in Ms. Harris’s name and she no longer wants you staying here while her son is away, you must vacate the premises.” Dexter looked down at his clipboard. “Do you receive mail here?”
“No,” Kali blurted before she realized he was mouthing for her to say yes.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate. If you were receiving mail here, by law Ms. Harris would have to give you thirty days to vacate the premises.”
“But the bitch said she don’t get no mail here, so end of story!” Lisa butted in. “Grab your shit and go.”
“I’m sorry, Kali, I really wish there were something I could do. I’ll give you ’til the end of the day to get your belongings. After that, if you’re still here, Ms. Harris has the right to call for the police to come and remove you.” Deflated and feeling helpless, Dexter walked back out of the townhouse.
“Why are you doing this, Lisa?” Kali wanted to cry, but she was too proud and strong to show these bitches any sign of weakness. “Isn’t it bad enough I may have lost my fiancé, and now I’m losing our home?” Truth be told, Kali expected some drama between her and Bird’s family, but nothing like this, and not so soon.
“Little girl, do you really think I care about you losing your fiancé when I just lost my son?” Lisa rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. “And this ain’t your home; it’s my son’s house, bitch!” Although she’d never really had a good reason, she hated the little bitch standing before her. Maybe it was because Kali came across like she was better than everybody, or maybe because it seemed like Bird loved her more. Whatever it was, Lisa couldn’t stand Kali. Lisa was clicking her heels just knowing she didn’t have to see or hear about his son’s perfect little girlfriend anymore. “Now grab your shit and go!”
“Fuck them, B. Just grab your shit and let’s ride.” Jamaica felt bad for Kali, but she knew her friend was better off just cutting her losses and leaving. It would make no sense for them to stay there and continue to argue.
“Yeah, fuck them,” Fly added.
In silence, Kali grabbed her text books off of the dining room table and a photo of her and Bird off the wall. “Come on, let’s go,” she mumbled.
“That’s all you taking?” Fly said, following her outside. “I know there’s way more valuable shit in the townhouse besides a picture and some books.”
“Yeah? They can have that shit.” Kali unlocked her car and got inside. She didn’t want the money, clothes, or jewelry. If they
wanted it that bad, they could have it.
“Where are you going to go?” Jamaica leaned into the window.
“I could always go home, I guess.” In all honesty, that was the last place she wanted to go, but her options were slim.
“I still have the keys to Syn’s place. We can crash over there until we figure this out.”
“Okay, cool. Let’s go.” Kali desperately needed to smoke a blunt and chill before deciding on the next move.
“Jamaica, can you pick up Braxton so I can take Kali straight to Syn’s?” Fly asked her friend.
“Yeah, I’ll go scoop him up. Y’all go ahead.” Jamaica got inside of her car. “I’ll be over in about an hour. Call me if you need me, though!” With that, she pulled off the same way she’d pulled in: like a bat out of hell.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAMAICA
“Thanks, Jay. I appreciate you watching my friend’s brother.” Jamaica was leaning up against her car.
“It ain’t no thang. I enjoyed the little dude. He’s been out here helping me dry cars since you left.” Jay removed the Detroit baseball cap from his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “The little nigga done made about twenty dollars in tips.”
“Aww, thank you.” She wanted to give Jay’s fine ass a hug but knew better than to do so in public. Although Jay fucked her every which way but loose behind closed doors, he always remained professional in public. The last thing he wanted was someone riding by the car wash and telling his wife what they saw. “Did you still need me to look at the books in your office?” she asked with a wink.
He played along. “Yeah, I do. Hey, Tyrone, keep an eye on little man for me,” he called over to one of his employees.
“Got you, boss,” Tyrone called back.
Jay led Jamaica inside the small building attached to the car wash. “I like the new paint,” she complimented him on her walk through the lobby, which also served as a break room for the employees to get out of the sun on hot days.
“Yeah, I’m trying to spruce up the joint a bit. I even put in some vending machines and a few tables.” Jay locked the door behind them as soon as he and Jamaica got into his office. It was small, with nothing but a desk in the corner and a television mounted to the wall.
“How do you want this pussy, baby?” Jamaica wasted no time pulling her jean dress over her head.
“Can I get in through the back door today?” Jay unbuttoned his navy blue Dickie shorts, and his curved dick damn near jumped from the hole in his boxers.
“Ooh, daddy, fucking me in the ass is going to cost you.” Jamaica reached into her bra and retrieved a condom. After removing her panties, she slid to her knees and put the rubber baby-catcher onto his dick with her mouth.
“Mmm,” he moaned before lifting her up and bending her over the desk. Without saying another word, he forced himself inside of Jamaica’s asshole and began to stroke her deep and hard. She screamed out in both pain and pleasure. Although she’d had plenty of dick in her ass, Jay’s was by far the biggest. Yet and still, she threw her body back against his until her nipples were as hard as bullets and her pussy was soaking wet.
Jay climaxed inside the condom within twenty minutes, which was fast for him. He hadn’t seen Jamaica in a while; therefore, his stamina wasn’t up to par. “Did you cum?” he asked after pulling his manhood out of her.
“Nah, but it’s cool. I’m glad you did.” With a genuine smile, she reached down and grabbed her clothes. She couldn’t care less about a nut; all she wanted was the almighty dollar.
“I needed that.” After removing the condom and wiping himself with some napkins from his desk, Jay reached into his pocket and handed Jamaica three crisp Benjamins.
Buzzzz. The cell phone in his pocket vibrated. “What up, doe?” he answered while zipping his shorts. “Are you outside? Cool. Here I come.” He ended the call then went behind the desk and grabbed a duffle bag. “I gotta handle this real quick, but you can chill in here as long as you need to.”
“Go handle your business. I’ll catch you later.” Jamaica slid the dress over her head as Jay walked out. She watched from behind the window in his office as he walked outside and greeted a man she knew in the hood as Yayo. He was big coke player in Detroit. She watched in silence as they exchanged duffle bags. Either he was copping from Jay or Jay was copping from him. Either way, never in a million years did she imagine that her side piece was in the dope game. Obviously, their sexcapades wasn’t the only secret he was keeping.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KALI
“Are you fucking serious?” Kali sat up on the couch where she was sitting Indian style. Fly and Jamaica had just broken the news to her about Braxton and Ray.
“I’m going to kill him.” Fly didn’t even bat an eyelash.
“I’m going to kill him for you.” Kali was irate.
“I got the gun right here.” Jamaica reached into her purse and placed the 9 mm down on the glass coffee table.
“Shit, I got one too. We about to be on some Set It Off type shit. I’ll be Latifah. Who’s gonna be Jada?” Fly reached into her purse and pulled hers out.
On cue, all the women busted out laughing. For the past two hours they’d been smoking kush blunts and drinking some leftover Cîroc that Syn had in his refrigerator; they were all drunk and high. Fly was glad that Jamaica had suggested that Braxton stay with her mom again so they could talk about everything without him being around to hear any of it.
“Seriously, y’all, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Fly put the gun back into her purse. Hurting people really wasn’t her thing, but she wasn’t about to let Ray get away with that shit. And she wasn’t a cop caller so turning him in was not an option. She believed in street justice wholeheartedly, but usually Syn or her brother Q fought her battles. With both of them gone, she didn’t have anyone she could call on.
“I don’t know where or when, but Ray will get what’s coming to him, believe me.” Kali stood from the couch and tried to get her bearings. The alcohol had her dizzy.
“There is the story on Syn and Bird. Turn the volume up.” Jamaica pointed. They had been watching the television on silent waiting for the news to come on.
“Good afternoon.” The blond reporter in a red dress sternly looked at the camera. “Yesterday we reported the shooting death of one man inside of Janet’s Place in the early morning hours. Today, the victim’s name has been released as Perry ‘Li’l Nut’ Johnson. Today, Detroit Police Chief Harry Calloway confirmed Johnson’s role as a criminal informant in an ongoing Atlanta heroin investigation. He said although the murder occurred in Detroit, Atlanta will take the lead on prosecution. We have this clip from earlier.”
Her male coanchor was replaced with a video clip of the police chief addressing the media. “Earlier today, Bernard Harris turned himself over to police custody where he was interrogated and subsequently charged with first-degree murder. The second suspect, Syris Washington, is still on the run. He is considered armed and dangerous. Due to the circumstances surrounding this shooting, both the Detroit and Atlanta PDs will participate in the manhunt for Mr. Washington. Once we apprehend him, Atlanta’s prosecution team will take over. We will provide them with all the resources needed to put these men behind bars.”
Fly grabbed the remote and muted the television. She wished like hell she could call Syn right now.
Boom! Boom! The knock on the door startled the women. They all looked at each other silently. Jamaica picked up her gun.
Boom! Boom! Crash! This time the knocking was accompanied by the door being knocked off its hinges. Swiftly Jamaica tucked her gun into her panties as at least ten police officers raided the apartment with their guns out.
“Get down on the ground!” one officer hollered. Without hesitation, the women did as they were told.
“Where is Syris Washington?” Another officer asked while walking into the bedroom.
“I swear we don’t where he is. We have nothing to do with any of
this. Please don’t shoot us!” Fly screamed. She’d read news stories and seen way too many videos about police raids going wrong and innocent people getting hurt.
“Bedroom clear!”
“Kitchen clear!”
“All clear!” Several officers hollered as they came back to the living room and stood over the women.
“You all can get up.” The officer who’d ordered them to the ground tucked his weapon into his holster. “Where is your boyfriend?”
“I haven’t seen him,” Fly admitted.
“Bullshit!” the cocky officer snapped. “We know you were with him last night. In fact, witnesses put all of you at the scene.” He stared at each woman. “Now, we can play nice, or we can play dirty down at the station. If we go down to the station, I will charge you as being an accessory to murder.”
“Don’t believe him, Fly. He’s just trying to scare you,” Kali spoke up. “Is she under arrest?” Kali asked.
“Not yet!” the officer replied.
“Then she doesn’t have anything to say, especially without her attorney present.” Kali knew civilian rights like the back of her hand. In fact, she’d just taken an exam on it last week.
“I see we got a smart ass in the bunch, huh?”
“No, sir, I’m not a smart ass. I just know the law.”
“Let’s wrap it up, boys.” After a brief stare down with Kali, he gathered his troops. Within minutes they’d left just as fast as they came.
“Whew!” Fly exhaled. “That went a lot smoother than I imagined.”
“I know, right! Usually they come through tearing the house up.” Jamaica untucked the pistol from her underwear and placed it into her purse.
“They were probably exercising an arrest warrant or a fugitive warrant,” Kali explained. “That’s when they come looking for a person, not an object, which is considered a search warrant.”
“See, it pays to have a lawyer friend.” Fly laughed. “Speaking of lawyers, I need to call the guy Syn told me about.” After rummaging through her purse, she found the card and called the number. The secretary told her that Mr. Lorton was in a meeting but that she could make an appointment for first thing tomorrow morning.
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