Even though I was happy to see her, I was still upset with her. I had been calling her, and not one time did she return my call. I wondered why, all of a sudden, she decided to show her face.
“Yo, Neisha, cut the small talk. What’s up? You sounded like it was important on the phone.”
“Sierra, it’s like that; I can’t kick it wit’ my bitch no more.”
I didn’t respond. I might be tripping, but I felt a negative vibe coming off that bitch.
“A’ight, Sierra, since you actin’ all stuck up and shit, lemme get to the point. You know Li’l Tony, C-Lo, and his boys are dead.”
“All right, he had it coming. You know how they get down,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Damn, bitch, you did change. You acting like you don’t care.”
“What! I never said I don’t care. Don’t put words in my mouth. Listen, stop beating around the bush. What are you trying to say? Get to the fucking point,” I warned in a fierce tone.
“Sierra, you know that New York nigga you fuckin’ with killed him. Don’t play dumb. You need to leave that nigga alone. You ’on’t wanna get caught up in that bullshit. You know the Creighton boys gon’ get him and whoever else that’s in the way.”
“Listen, Neisha, whoever the fuck sent you to deliver their message, fuck them, and before you start running around here being a flunky, get your facts straight.”
“Bitch, I ’on’t kno’ why you getting offended. I know the nigga was lacing you, but you need to think about your life. You grew up wit’ us, and you just met him. Furthermore, you defending a dude who is playing you behind your back. You stupid if you think he’s only fucking you and his wife. Bitch, please!”
I was fucking hot! That bitch was up in my shit talking like that. I was about to forget that we were friends and beat the life out of her.
“Listen up, bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you or them fucking niggas that you rep. My loyalty is with my man. Now get tha fuck outta my house before I whup yo’ ass.” I stared her down with venom in my eyes.
“I’ll leave now, Ms. High and Mighty, but not long ago, you was just another broke-ass bitch fuckin’ these same niggas fo’ their paper. You can move a ho out of the ghetto, but you can’t get the ghetto outta them.”
I jumped on that heifer and started to choke her.
“Sierra, stop! Get off of me.”
I didn’t let up any. I continued to choke her until she started to cough. Then I eased my hands off her throat. She kept coughing with tears in her eyes.
“You fucking crazy. You gon’ get yours.” She got up and straightened her clothing.
“Yo, get the fuck out,” I said, pushing her out the door.
After she stumbled outside, I slammed my door; then I leaned on it and started to cry. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I had been nothing but good to that bitch, but what she did was betray me for some niggas that didn’t even give a fuck about her. I felt crazy after I finished crying.
I called Mo’. I needed to vent a little, and she was coming through with some weed, exactly what I needed. I took a shower and put some pajamas on. I looked in the mirror. My hair was a hot mess, and I needed to get it fixed ASAP.
That brought my focus back on Neisha. What was really going on with her? She didn’t look right. She was supposed to be in her last semester at VCU; life couldn’t be that bad. She’d always kept her looks up. I really hoped she wasn’t fucking with any drugs. I knew she loved her weed, but her deranged behavior reminded me of my mom. Neisha was always a follower; who knows what she done got herself into.
Mo’ showed up with steamed shrimp, my favorite dish.
“Bitch, you just made my day.”
“I figured you were starved.”
“Bitch, what would I do without you?”
“Lose your mind like Symone.”
We both busted out laughing.
“You stupid. How the chick doing anyways?”
“She doing better. The psych evaluated her; she should know something soon.”
“I’m glad she’s doing better—for her and the baby’s sake.”
“Enough ’bout that; let’s smoke some of dis good ganja,” I said, imitating Alijah’s accent.
I watched as she took small drags from the fat Philly blunt.
“This some good shit here. I need to move to Jamaica, where I heard the shit is legal. I’d walk around butt-ass naked with a blunt in my hand. I’d even convert to Rastafarian.”
“Pass that, you psycho bitch.” I took the blunt from her.
“What you have to drink?”
“Juice or liquor, you kno’ I ’on’t drink soda.”
“Bitch, I want some liquor.”
“Well, let’s see what Alijah got: Patrón, Henney, vodka, and some Jamaican white rum. You know I’m a lady, so I stick with the minor stuff—” Before I could finish my sentence that heifer cut me off.
“Get to the fucking point, Sierra.”
“Hpnotiq, Alizé, or some Baileys?”
“Baileys is cool.”
For the next hour, we talked about men, sex, and money. The whole time we kept laughing—more like geeking off the power of the herb. I felt like I was in heaven. It’s crazy how drugs and alcohol always put me in the right mood.
I started to feel horny. Damn, I wished that Alijah was home. I was ready to spread-eagle and get fucked. When the whole bottle of liquor was gone, we started on a bottle of Alizé. We knew damn well it wasn’t good to have mixed our liquor. I didn’t know how it happened, but from that point on, I wasn’t in control of my actions. Mr. Alizé/Baileys and Mr. Marijuana were in the driver’s seat. I was a mere passenger enjoying the wild ride of ecstasy.
Sitting in front of me, Mo’ was looking sexy, and I meant it in every way sexual. Now you see, I’ve never looked at another female like that before. I’m even scared to get undressed in front of another woman, but there I was looking at my BFF, thinking of things that I could do to her. I saw her looking right back at me with lust in her eyes.
“What you looking at, Mo’?” I startled her.
“The same thing that you was looking at a minute ago,” she answered.
From that moment on, we started to kiss. Gosh! It felt so good kissing my friend. I wasn’t sure what else I should be doing, but Mo’ started to rub on my breast. I loved every bit of the feeling. My body responded to the alert like I wasn’t new to the situation. I had plenty of niggas fondle me before, but I never reached the height of excitement as when Mo’ touched me.
She continued kissing on my body, giving me full attention to each little area. I lay on the sofa enjoying the other side of sexual pleasure. She licked all the way down between my legs. She gently parted my legs and put her cute little face between my Garden of Eden. When her tongue touched my clit, it was like a magnet attached to a metal. I screamed out in agony.
Two women in bed, in most people’s eyes, was a deadly sin, but in my eyes, it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. Mo’ was a pro at satisfying my pussy. She was very gentle. I never thought that I could enjoy sex without a dick, but with her razor tongue and her two fingers in me, I had multiple orgasms. When it was over, I craved for more. I even imagined returning the favor. I never thought about being a carpet muncher, but all that changed.
After we were finished, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off. She did the same. The silence after that was long and drawn out, an unavoidable situation. I felt a little guilty that I cheated on Alijah. I wondered what he would have done if he had walked in on us. Most guys would love to watch two chicks together, but I was scared how he might react. I decided to break the silence.
“I never knew you were a lesbian.”
“A lesbian?” She looked confused, then continued. “Nah, I’m not a lesbian. I just enjoy the best of both worlds.”
“So, you been with a woman before; you seemed experienced.”
“You’re too cute. Yea, I been with a chick before.”
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br /> “Hmm. So, you sleep with your friends?”
“Sierra, what’s good with all the questions? I didn’t do nothing that you didn’t ask for, so cut the bullshit out. You’re just feeling confused ’cause it’s yo’ first time.”
“I’m not saying that. I’m just shocked that I slept with my bestie.”
“Stop saying you slept with me; all I did was ate your pussy. If it make you feel any better, a lot of chicks are doing each other, and they keep it on the low low.”
“Wow! It’s cool. I just don’t want our relationship to change, and you can’t tell it to anyone. I mean it, Mo’, not even Symone. Shorty a’ight, but I don’t want her in my business like that.”
“You got that. Your secret is cool wit’ me, boo,” she said and threw a pillow at me.
We had a pillow fight, which helped to erase the tension in the air. After we were done, I went and got the air freshener and sprayed the living room. I had to get rid of the aroma of pussy that filled the air.
Alijah was tripping, so I totally avoided him. I got it on with Mo’ every chance we got. We grew closer, but she knew I loved dick and wasn’t going to give that up for no pussy.
Symone got out of the hospital and was feeling much better. Her mom moved in with her to keep an eye on her. I also hadn’t heard from Neisha since I whupped that ass. I didn’t tell Alijah about her visit, because even though I would never rock with her like that again, I still didn’t want to see no harm go her way.
* * *
Alijah was home early. I noticed he had a woozy look on his face when I entered the living room. I knew something was up. He wanted to talk, but I was getting ready to take a shower so I could go hang out with Mo’. For some reason, every time I mentioned her name, he’d give me a disgusted look. I really didn’t care if he liked her or not. I did, and that’s all that mattered.
I looked down at the carpet. I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I hated the fact that I was lying to him. I just wanted to blurt out, “I’m sleeping with Mo’,” but that would’ve just made matters worse. I couldn’t chance that. We weren’t just fucking buddies. We were best friends and business partners.
We had a long conversation about loyalty. He wanted to know that I was riding with him. I felt like he had doubts about me being loyal. I assured him that I was his Bottom Bitch. I felt none of that bullshit that was going on. I wished that I could’ve just left and went down South to Atlanta or Florida. Sometimes I blamed the up top niggas. If they didn’t have the mentality of coming to Virginia trying to run shit and put niggas down there out of business, they wouldn’t have the problems they did. It was only fair, and it was enough smokers to have kept everybody in business. I was only sad that my boo got caught up in the hype.
Chapter Fourteen
Alijah Jackson
That stupid bitch Shayna thought I was stupid when I confronted her ’bout having a nigga up in my crib.
“Alijah, what are you talking about?”
“Bitch, don’t play stupid. Whose cologne was that?”
“Baby, it must be yours. You have all different kinds.”
“You stupid bitch, I’m not yo’ baby, and I ’on’t wear no cheap-ass Fahrenheit Cologne,” I yelled in her face. “Yo, I should beat yo’ ass right now, but I’ma do better than that. I’ma leave yo’ crazy ass alone fo’ good.”
“Alijah, I swear to God, I never cheated on you.” She started to cry.
The hatred that I felt for that bitch at that moment, I could’ve just blown her brains out with my nine.
“Shayna, be a fuckin’ woman. Who the nigga you had up in here?” I shook that bitch as if she were a rag doll. She didn’t respond, just kept crying. “You wanna know sump’n? I should’a left yo’ conniving ass when you lost my seed. Instead, I let you stay around, took care of yo’ ass, but you never fuckin’ satisfied. I fuckin’ hate you, bitch. You hear me? I fuckin’ hate you!”
“Alijah, calm down, baby. You don’t mean that; you’re just upset. I’ll tell you who it is if you promise me you won’t leave.”
I turned around and slapped that bitch so hard she fell to the ground. She lay there crying. Her tears didn’t mean shit to me as I looked at her and saw her for the snake that she really was. All she did was drain me all those years. I should have listened to my boys when they tried to warn me about that trick.
I went in the bedroom and grabbed everything that was left in the closet that belonged to me. That’s when she made the mistake of coming in there.
“Alijah, please don’t do this to me. Don’t.”
I looked her dead in the eyes. “Spit it out, bitch.”
“It’s Markus. He’s been forcing me to sleep with him.”
“Who the fuck you just said?” I couldn’t believe my ears.
“I said it’s Markus, but I don’t love him.”
I stepped closer to that bitch and slapped her about ten times back-to-back. “You dirty bitch! You been fuckin’ my boy! How long you been fuckin’, Shayna?”
She must’ve sensed that I was homicidal at that point.
“Almost two years.” She wept.
At that point, I punched that bitch to the floor, then hawked some cold up and spit on that bitch.
“Alijah, help me. You just broke my jaw. Please, Alijah.”
“Fuck you, bitch. Why don’t you just fucking die?”
I stormed out of the crib, got in my ride, and reversed. Doing damn near a 100 mph, I headed toward the city.
I saw his car outside, so I knew he was there. I made sure that no one was outside. It was dark out anyways. I saw when he peeped through his screen door.
“Yo, it’s me, partna. Open up.” I gave him a fake grin, and like a fool, he opened the door.
“Boss, everything a’ight?”
I looked at him as he locked the door behind us; then I pulled my gun.
“Nah, pussy, ain’t shit sweet.”
“Yo, Boss, what’s going on?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“Sit yo’ bumbo claat down. I’ma get straight to the point. First, I found out you stealing my bread. Then I found out you fucking my bitch.”
“What you talkin’ bout, man? You mistaken. I never took a dollar from you, and I’m not fuckin’ yo’ bitch. I don’t even like Shayna; she not my type, Boss.”
The clown just tripped himself up. I never mentioned what bitch I was talkin’ ’bout. By then, I knew I was going to kill him.
“Yo, B, where yo’ safe at?”
“Safe?”
“Yea, pussy, yo’ safe,” I said, pointing my Glock at his forehead.
“It’s right in the closet in the master bedroom.”
“C’mon, nigga, get it.” I held the gun pointed at his dome in case he had any ideas. “Open, B!” I yelled.
He was acting all nervous. It took three turns before he got it opened. I knew it wasn’t half the money he took from me, but I was satisfied.
“Alijah, listen up, man, I ’on’t kno’ what Shayna done told you, but that bitch is lying. She just tryin’a come between our friendship. We’re like brothers, man; we go way back, homie.”
I was getting tired of hearing his bitch ass crying. I was going to leave him with a little dignity.
“One more thing, holmes.”
“What, Boss, anything.”
“Tell my dawg I said whaddup.”
“Who?”
“Darryl,” I said before I pulled the trigger.
His marrow flew everywhere. A few spots of blood flew on my new Air Force Ones. I got out my rag and wiped the doorknobs, took my money, and left. I eased out of the driveway into the light flow of traffic.
It was crazy how the more I killed, the easier it got for me. I remembered the first time I merked a nigga. I was fifteen. I was all shook up after I pulled the trigger, but Darryl took the gun from me and convinced me dude was going to kill me if I didn’t shoot him first.
I called Saleem to let him know what was up; then I went h
ome to spend some quality time with Sierra.
Sierra Rogers
I wasn’t going to front, I was feeling like R. Kelly—the best of both worlds. After Mo’ would eat my pussy, I would go home so Alijah could beat it up. Mo’ made a suggestion for me to let her hit me with a strap-on dildo. I turned that down. Hell, nah! I would let her continue to eat me up, but I didn’t want no fake dick when I had a big, black cock at home. She quickly dropped the subject.
At work, I tried my best not to let anyone catch on. I was surprised that no one noticed the chemistry between us.
I hadn’t talked to Symone in a few days. For real, I was in my feelings because Alijah was going over to her house a little too much. I went deranged when I called him one day, and he was on his way to take her to her doctor’s visit. You can call me a selfish bitch, but it is what it is. I didn’t mind him checking on her because I knew he was doing his boy a favor, but I felt like that bitch was getting a little bit too comfortable with my man.
I pulled him up on it, and he assured me that nothing was going to jump off. I kind of believed him because of his loyalty to Darryl. I felt like Symone was unknowingly trying to replace her man with mines.
Thanksgiving was three days away, and I noticed that my shop was only packed with my South Side clientele; not one East End client, and they didn’t even bother to cancel their appointments. It was as if someone was throwing salt on my name. I already knew it was those Creighton niggas. Now that Li’l Tony was dead, his right-hand man, Corey, took over.
I couldn’t believe those fools were playing around with my money. I’d come too far for those dudes to be on some grimy shit like that. I was going to call Charley to see what the word was. I also knew that bitch Neisha was in on it.
Later that evening, Alijah picked me up from the shop. I ran into his arms like I hadn’t seen him in years. I just wanted to feel his touch. No matter how fucked up my day was, whenever I got around him, it was like nothing else mattered. I never knew a man could make love not just to my body but also my mind.
“Baby, I’m happy you are here.” I jumped on him.
“Damn, girl, you a’ight?”
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