I looked down at the piece of paper he handed me. Something inside of me was telling me not to touch it, but being the person I was, I grabbed it out of his hand.
“You can move your things in whenever you’re ready. You ain’t got to bring no furniture. Just yo’ clothes and shit, but we can go shopping if you don’t want to bring those.”
“Awee, thank you, baby. You have no idea how much I appreciate you.”
I kissed him on the cheek and left. I was happy to be out from behind those gates. I looked at the piece of paper he’d handed me and then I threw it in my purse. I so wished this was real. Oh, well.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
London
I was not ready to get up out of bed, but Nay’s ass had just called me to tell me she was on the way. I tried to tell her I was sleeping, until she mentioned something about bringing me my favorite breakfast. Shit, lately I’d been eating a lot. I knew it was because I was pregnant.
I jumped out of the bed and took a hot shower. I wasn’t feeling my best, because this morning sickness was killing my ass. I tried to vomit a few times, but nothing came up. I got dressed in a pair of Old Navy comfy pajamas and made a cup of mint tea. This was the only thing that sort of soothed the nausea.
I got on my favorite couch and started watching The People’s Court on television. Five minutes later, I heard the doorbell ringing. Damn, this bitch had to come right when this court show was getting good.
I got up and hurried to the door. I opened the door and ran back to the living room.
“Damn, bitch, what, you had to pee or something?” she said as she walked in.
“Nah, this judge show so damn good. I didn’t want to miss the end.”
“Oh, okay. You and these damn shows. Here go your breakfast. It might be a little cold, so you might want to warm it up.”
I took the tray from her and walked into the kitchen. Something seemed off. Normally Nay would be jolly, but this morning she didn’t seem too happy at all. Maybe she was just tired.
I walked back into the living room and flopped down on the couch beside her. “So, bitch, why are you up so early? Let me find out you just getting home,” I said in a joking tone.
“London, I need to talk to you about something really serious.”
“Damn, bitch, what, you got AIDS?”
“Nah, man, quit joking.”
“Okay, Nay, what’s up?” I was not feeling the mood.
“You know I been fucking with Amir for a few weeks, right?”
“Yeah, and? Did that nigga do something to hurt you?” I jumped up off the couch.
“Sit down, because you going to need to.”
Like an obedient student, I flopped my ass down on the couch and listened attentively.
“I love you like a sister, London, and I swear with everything in me I would never hurt you or allow anyone else to hurt you.”
“Bitch, you making me nervous. What is going on?”
“I found out that Amir didn’t really like me. He knew I was from Whitcomb Court and that’s why he took an interest in me.”
“What that got to do with me?”
“One morning, I woke up and Amir wasn’t in the room. I waited for him to come back into the room, but he didn’t. I was curious where he was at, so I got up. I heard him downstairs, so I was on my way down there when I heard him on his phone. He was bragging about scooping me up and how, in due time, I was going to give him all the inside information about Whitcomb niggas. That wasn’t all. I heard him talking about Keon—”
I cut her off the second that I heard Keon’s name mentioned. “What the fuck he said about Keon?”
“Umm, I heard him telling some nigga on the phone that he killed Keon.”
A lump formed in my throat as I gasped for air. I couldn’t believe this shit that Nay was saying. I looked at my girl’s face to see if this was some sort of cruel joke. But she didn’t blink at all.
“Say something, Nay. Are you serious? What did he say? And how long did you know this?” I bombarded her with questions.
I had an intense tension headache. This shit just confused the hell out of me. How could Amir kill Keon? He was from Creighton. South-side niggas killed him; or did they really? Did my baby lose his life to the niggas he had beef with for years?”
“London, I only found out last week. I was trying not to believe it because you told me south-side niggas killed him, but I know what I heard and my suspicion was confirmed the day of the funeral when I saw Amir. He was in one of the cars that pulled off after the shooting.”
“Oh, my God! Are you fucking serious right now! Fuck that nigga. How could he take him away from me? What did my baby ever do to deserve this? I need answers, Nay.”
“London, you know one of Creighton boys was killed by Keon and them last year. I heard it’s retaliation.”
“Retaliation? I am carrying a child that will never know his or her daddy. All because this fuck nigga Amir wants to play God,” I cried out.
I was so angry that I was visibly trembling. Nay came closer to me and put her arms around me. “Baby, calm down. Getting this angry can’t be good for you or the baby.”
I laid my head on her shoulder and just let the tears fall. I swear, this just broke my heart all over again that a nigga could take my baby’s life and then live to brag about it. Hatred for this nigga filled my veins. “Nay, I want to kill him.”
She let me go and looked me dead in the eyes. “Huh? What you just said?”
“I said I want to kill Amir. And you’re going to help me.”
“Bitch, do you know what you’re saying?” She shook my shoulder.
“I can’t live with it, knowing he took my baby’s life and he’s still walking around like it’s business as usual. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m going to kill him. I want my face to be the last face he sees before he meet his Maker.”
“London, bitch, this nigga is a killer, and if we slip up we going to be two dead bitches. You do know that, right?”
“Hmm, I do know that a nigga’s weakness is pussy, right?” I looked at her.
“Right,” she agreed.
“This nigga love to fuck you, so you can put the pussy on this nigga and I will walk in and put a bullet in his head.”
“Ha-ha. I swear you watch too many fantasy movies. It takes more than that to kill a killer like Amir.”
“Yup, it does and that’s why we will be planning his murder.”
She looked at me, and shook her head. “Listen, London, I admit I thought about killing him too, but I’m not trying to go to prison for murder, and neither are you. I say let’s rob the nigga. I have the code to his safe and his gate. We can get thousands of dollars and just get the hell out of there. That nigga ain’t gon’ report it because he don’t fuck with the police. We can stage it like it’s a robbery.”
I sat there listening to her. I didn’t give a fuck about this nigga or his money. I wanted his life, just like he took my baby’s life. I didn’t tell her, though, because I had a feeling she was more after the money.
“We need to start looking up states that we want to move to. I mean, I always wanted to go to the Big Apple, so why not go there? We can finish school and start our careers in the city that never sleeps.”
“Shit, I say Atlanta. I heard a lot of good shit about Georgia.”
“Hell, that’s cool too. I am going to get my shit in order and so should you. And, London, please don’t say anything to anyone, and I mean anyone, not even yo’ mother.”
“You got my word, boo.”
We ended up talking and plotting for another hour before she left. I locked the door and walked to the window. I watched as she pulled off.
Bullshit. Nay really thought I wanted a dollar from that nigga. Hell nah. Money couldn’t fill this void that I was feeling inside, or bring Keon back.
I dialed Deon’s number. “Yo, where you at? I need to holla at you ASAP,” I yelled frantically in the phone.
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p; “You good? Do I need to handle something?”
“I just need you to come through. I’m texting you the address now.”
I knew there was no way I could know this information and not share it with him. I wasn’t no killer, and I knew Amir was. So, in order to touch that nigga, I needed help.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sheika
I stepped out my door and looked around. I was nervous as hell. I hoped that I didn’t bump into any of these dudes, and especially not Big Tony or any of his crew. I was tempted to turn back around and go back into the house. But I was sure the feds were not going to just disappear anytime soon.
I looked at the time. It was a few minutes before ten o’clock, so I put some pep in my step. I got to the store and looked around. I didn’t see the car that they drove the other day. I was restless; this wasn’t no regular meeting and I was scared someone might see me with the police.
Honk! Honk! Honk!
I looked to my left. I saw the window of a Chevy Impala roll down and I immediately recognized that bitch from hell. I took one last glance around before I walked toward the car and got inside.
“Good morning Miss Jones.”
“Good morning,” I barely mumbled under my breath.
They took me to the federal office and briefed me. They asked me a ton of questions, which I answered. They also showed me pictures of numerous dudes from Whitcomb and I identified them. I didn’t hold back on things that I saw, including the drugs and money that I had seen. I did feel bad giving up the names of the bitches I’d seen cooking the crack. At the end of the day, I was saving my ass.
“Miss, we appreciate you for taking the time out to help us. We will not disclose your name to anyone except the grand jury.”
“So, do I get to go into witness protective services? These dudes ain’t playing no joke and I don’t want to die.”
“No one will know you talked to us. Before you know it, all of these thugs will be picked up and off the streets. They have been terrorizing this state for way too long and it is coming to an end soon.”
I looked at her. I wished I could believe all that she was saying. I knew this bitch really didn’t give a fuck about me. All she wanted was to lock up that nigga and his crew.
“We will drop you off back at the store. Keep your eyes and ears open and call us if you hear anything new. Do not tell anyone that you met with us. We are going to contact you next week. We need you to wear a wire the next time you visit Mr. Branch.”
I looked at this bitch like she really lost her mind. Wear a fucking wire? This nigga would kill me. I instantly regretted calling this bitch because she was definitely pushing it.
“Listen, lady, you lost your damn mind. I am not wearing anything and definitely no damn wire.”
“You are too far in to back out now. How would you like if I release your name and make sure he knows you gave us some inside info on him?”
“You bitch! You can’t fucking do that.”
“Watch your mouth; and, go ahead, try me. You are nothing but a criminal like them and I have no problem throwing your ass in federal prison for the rest of your life. Now, like I said, we will be contacting you next week. Please make yourself available.”
I shot her ass a dirty look and stormed out of the office. I swear, I could have ripped this bitch’s head off right now. I jumped back on a bus and headed to the mall. After this rough day that I had, I decided to spend some of the money he gave me one day we fucked. I ain’t going to front, I was going to miss all the money he used to give me. But why should I feel bad? This nigga carried me first over pussy.
After spending a couple hundred in the mall, I decide to leave. I bought a few outfits, and a pair of Jordan sneakers. Tomorrow I planned on getting my hair colored and cut.
It was strange that I hadn’t heard from Nay or London for over a week. Let me find out them hoes were acting funny with me. Hmmm, if that’s the case, I need to find out what’s going on. I decided to stop by Nay’s house since I was on the bus and it was not too far from my house.
I knew she was there because her car was parked on the side of the driveway. I rang the doorbell and waited. I heard the door unlock and then it flew wide open.
“Bitch, it’s only me,” I said as I stormed past her.
I stopped in my tracks when I noticed London. I swore I didn’t feel like dealing with this bitch.
“Hey, London,” I said.
“Hey,” she barely mumbled under her breath.
“What breeze blew you over this way, Sheika? Matter of fact, I didn’t know you still fuck with us,” Nay said.
“Girl, what you talking about? I was on my way from the mall and I realized that I haven’t seen or heard from y’all lately.”
“Nay, I don’t know about you, but I don’t fuck with this bitch, so I’m out,” London said.
“What the fuck you talking about, London?” I turned my attention toward this bitch.
“Bitch, I don’t fuck with you ’cause you a jealous-ass, lying-ass bitch!” she said as she stepped toward my face.
“Jealous? Ha-ha, what you got for me to be jealous over? Bitch, everybody know you was fucking and sucking Keon dirty dick to get a few dollars. Let’s see how you gon’ live now, bitch.”
Boom! Boom! Boom! That bitch jumped on me and started pounding me. I dropped my phone and starting matching that bitch blow for blow. I dreamed of this day numerous times and there was no way I was going to lose this fight.
“London, stop! You’re pregnant. Stop!” Nay screamed.
“Nah, Nay, let me go. I am sick of this old snitch-ass bitch!” she yelled while she continued thumping on me. I tried to get the bitch’s face, but I couldn’t.
“Both of y’all bitches stop before y’all break my shit up in my house,” Nay yelled and then I heard a gunshot. We both stopped.
I looked and saw Nay with her gun in her hand pointing up at the ceiling.
“Y’all can’t be up in my shit fighting. London is right, Sheika, you a lying-ass snake bitch. You think I would not find out that you fucking Tony big ass? Well, I did, and I know yo’ ass was feeding niggas everything we talked about. How could you? We’ve helped you in so many ways. How could you turn against us for a fuck nigga who don’t give a fuck about you?”
So now both these bitches were ganging up on me. See, Nay’s ass kept hiding behind that fucking gun, but without it she was a punk bitch.
“Bitch, I don’t know where you getting your information from, but if you have no proof, don’t come accusing me of some shit you know nothing about.”
“Fuck this bitch, Nay. Better yet, give me this gun so I can show this ho something.”
“You a joke, London. Fuck with me and end up like yo’ dead-ass nigga.”
That bitch lunged toward me, but her friend saved her. “London, I said stop! Do you want to lose your seed behind a bitch who ain’t got shit to lose? Man, fuck this bitch. She already know what it is.”
“Nah, Nay, fuck you and that ho.”
“Listen, bitch, pick yo’ shit up and get out of my shit before I blow your fucking head off. See, I ain’t no killer, but don’t push me.”
“Fake-ass gansta,” I said.
I picked my phone up and stormed out of that bitch’s house. I straightened up my clothes and my hair. I was tired from the fucking fight between London and me. I swore that bitch was lucky her fucking friend broke it up. I wished I’d known she was pregnant. I would’ve stomped that fucking baby out of her. It was cool; I would catch her ass again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ajanay
The next couple of days were spent with Amir. I was partly moved in, or so he thought. We went to Kings Dominion one day, Virginia Beach the next, and shopping every day. This nigga was really splurging on me in a serious way.
We had just come to the crib. Earlier we went out to eat dinner at Applebee’s. We decided to chill in the living room for a little while. I brought the big bottle of Henny in the
living room. I poured us two glasses while he rolled up two fat-ass blunts. We started drinking and smoking, just chilling like we were homies instead of lovers. This was the type of relationship I yearned for but, too bad, this one wasn’t the right one, I thought as I pulled on the blunt.
I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was after 11:00 p.m. “Babe, I want some dick! How about we go upstairs?”
“Hell yeah. I am ready to jump head deep into that pussy.” He staggered to his feet.
I was sweaty and decided to take a quick shower. Tonight was special and I intended to make it as memorable as could be. I got out of the shower and oiled down my body with my herbal Hot Six Oil. I looked at bae, who was sprawled out across the bed, stroking his dick and smiling at me.
“You know how I gets down.” There was no shame in my game. My legs were straight; I was bent over with my hands locked around my ankles. My naked, oiled body was glistening, wanting and missing Amir’s full attention.
“Yes, I see,” he replied. He got up, stepping behind me with his chocolate thunder in his hands, priming it up. I wanted like hell to wrap my lips around his dick but my chocolate cocoa needed dick like yesterday.
“Say no more.” He stuck his dick inside my wetness.
“Slow and steady, big boy,” I said between breaths, trying to stroke his ego. His arms were wrapped around my waist. My round, perfect petite ass stayed arched. “Yesss, that’s it.” I cooed because his dick was traveling south and north and out my pussy.
I saw his reflection in the mirror as I cocked my head sideways, mesmerized by how big my ex-nigga’s dick actually was. I imagined it his dick sliding in and out of my pussy. This only turned me on more.
“Fuck this pussy.” My cockiness came out. I wanted to feel all of him inside my stomach. He repositioned his hands to my lower back and continued to take long strokes inside my uterus.
“Ohhh, shit, yes.” He penetrated harder into my pussy. “Fuck this pussy, Amir. Yes, bae, fuck me harder.” His dick was tickling my insides. My wetness shined on his tool as it traveled into my pussy.
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