“Nah, you betta stop playin’ wit’ me before I have to fuck yo’ ass up,” she fired back.
“Like I told you, ma. I’m not fuckin’ shawdy. She just cool peeps, and you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”
“I’m not worried. Shit, yo’ hoes need to be, though, ‘cause I’m nothing nice to be fucked wit’.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t do nothing but respect her gangsta. She was like the female version of me. I knew I had found my match, and we were a dangerous combo.
I decided to take her to New York to soften the tension. She often complained that she never left Virginia. We stayed at my house in the Bronx. I was happy to show her how real niggas flossed in the Big Apple. Darryl and his chick came along for the trip, so while the ladies shopped, we could handle business. He got his cousin Priscilla to show the women around. It was kind of good to see her again. I had a crush on her for the longest time, but she wasn’t tryna give the pussy up to no dime bag nigga. She went for the head nigga at the time; a cat named Jay from New Rochelle. The last I heard he was banging her and the whole Gun Hill Projects. Oh well, her loss.
I gave Sierra seven grand to blow. Darryl gave his girl and his cousin some paper.
“Yo, son, you really into shawdy?”
“Yo, it’s like she the first bitch that understand a nigga. Plus, she accept whatever I do without trippin’.”
“Word, maybe it’s time we hang up our playa’s robe. We getting old and shit,” I said.
We went up town and hollered at my connect. I was copping so much work he went down on his price, which was wonderful ‘cause I was locking Richmond down and had spread out to Petersburg and Norfolk. Money was definitely being made.
***
When we got back to the Bronx, it was dark outside. The girls were chilling in the living room, smoking weed. Sierra showed me her appreciation by tonguing me down in front of everybody. I glanced over her shoulder and saw Priscilla checking me out with envy in her eyes. I knew then I was going to be tapping that ass real soon.We sat and kicked it for a minute, reminiscing on our childhood. Before we knew it, it was midnight. We decided to call it a night ‘cause everybody was beat.
Sierra Rogers
I couldn’t believe that Alijah was playing me with that nasty bitch Luscious, who sucked and fucked everything that involved a dollar. He came home trying to talk to me, but fuck him. He wasn’t going to keep throwing his dick around and then think shit was sweet.
Yes, I was fucking him while he was married, but I didn’t know. By time I found out, I was in too deep. I wasn’t going to front; I was in love with his ass, but he wasn’t going to bring another bitch into our relationship. I’ve been humble, patiently waiting on him to leave his fucking wife alone. I be damned before I let another hoe get in.
Call me a punk, but I couldn’t keep acting like I was angry with him. I went South on his ass; let him know not to ever play with me again. I was dead ass serious. I was going to fuck him up real bad. I was getting tired of his shit already. If he didn’t want me, he needed to get his ass out the way and let the next nigga get some of my good pussy, and in return, let me live the good life.
***
I was excited we were heading to New York. I had never been out of Virginia, and I always wanted to visit the city that never slept. I thought we were going by ourselves until we stopped over by Chesterfield and picked up his boy and his girl.
Symone and I hit it off instantly. She was from the South. I usually didn’t fuck with chicks from there, but she seemed cool. This was her first time out of Virginia, too, so we sat back and discussed how we were going to act when we got up there.
I fell in love with New York instantly. It was everything that I imagined. We stayed at Alijah’s house in the Bronx. We were tired, so we got Chinese food, smoked some good weed, and called it a night.
The next day, I got up and got dressed. I was fresh to death. I couldn’t let those up top broads outdo me. Symone looked cute, too. Even though she had a face only a mother could love, her body was tight, and she knew how to dress.
I didn’t know what our plans were for the day, so we waited to see. As we were having breakfast, the doorbell rang. Darryl answered it. That’s when a dark skin chick walked in. They hugged each other.
“Well, hello to you, Alijah,” she said, rolling her eyes.
I didn’t know who she was, so I kept my cool. I hoped she wasn’t one of his flings. I hoped he wasn’t playing after all the drama we just went through.
Darryl introduced her as his cousin Priscilla. We got to talking like we had known each other for a lifetime. The guys blessed us with some money, and we hit the stores. We went to Fordham Road. This was the first time that I had seen a whole bunch of stores on one strip.
We then went to the Village in Manhattan. We went crazy. This was the place that Charley had always bragged about. I saw the reason why. There were faggots parading the streets dressed in women’s clothing. Symone kept pointing out a couple of bad bitches that in reality were grown ass men. We went crazy in the stores. Before we knew it, it was nighttime, and we were hungry and tired.
The guys were still out, so we just kicked it, showing off our outfits to one another. Then Priscilla had some Dro, so she rolled up a fat blunt, and we smoked it. She turned out to be a cool broad. She even invited us back without the guys. Me and Symone agreed.
The guys finally popped up while we were hitting the blunt. I was happy to see my boo. I jumped on him right away and kissed him. My plan was to show ownership. I had a feeling him and Priscilla had a past together.
Priscilla left, and I decided to call it a night. Alijah soon followed. We discussed our day, but he looked bothered like something was bothering him.
“Is everything aiight, boo?”
“Ma, I need you to do me a favor, but you can always say no.”
“What is it, boo? You know I’ll do anything for you.”
“Ma, I have some product that I gotta take back to Virginia, but I need a female driver for the rental car.” That’s when it registered in my mind what Alijah was asking me –– to drive his drugs back to Virginia.
“I can’t believe you’d think that I would jeopardize myself like that. Why would you ask me some shit like that? What I look like a mule?” I looked at him in disbelief.
“Ma, like I said, all you have to do is say no. I’m not forcing you to do shit, I’m tired. I’m not gonna beef wit’ you.” He turned his back, which made me angrier. I felt like crying. I didn’t understand why he was treating me like that.
I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. All types of thoughts ran through my head. I love him, but I wasn’t going to risk my freedom.
I checked the time; it was 4 am. I looked over at Alijah; he was still sleep. It was at that moment that I made the decision to drive the car for him. I asked God to watch over me while I made the worst decision of my life.
I was up and dressed before Alijah got up.
“Good morning, boo . . . ”
He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “Listen, ma, if it’s about last night, I was dead wrong fo’ askin’ you some shit like that, so don’t trip I’ma handle it.”
“Alijah, listen, I been up all night, and I decided to do it. I told you once before I’ma ride with you to the end.”
He gave me a suspicious look. “Ma, you sure?”
“Boy, yes, I’m sure. What time we leaving?”
“I’ma wake Darryl up then we out.” He left out the room.
I wondered if Symone knew about it without telling me. I wouldn’t put anything past another bitch, but it was fucked up that I was left in the dark.
The ride back to Virginia, I stayed on point, looking out for the police. I maintained the speed limit and kept the music low. I saw the amount of drugs they put in the car; it’d get both me and Symone life in the penitentiary. We talked about everything, trying to get our mind off of the situation. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the Broad Street exit.
Shayna Jackson
I started my new job at LA BLANK AND ASSOCIATES. I was used to being the head bitch in charge, but this would do for now. I didn’t plan on being there for long. As soon as I got my plan into motion and everything went as planned, I would disappear in the blink of an eye.
I also retained a divorce lawyer. I was going to claim everything that was rightfully mine. I deserved every red cent, all the pain and suffering that I went through. I refused to let anything or anyone stand in the way of me and my riches.
I was seeing more of Markus, too. Whenever Alijah went out of town, Markus would fill in. He told me that Alijah threatened him, but to my surprise, instead of him being scared, he was angrier that Alijah went to his house and disrespected him. Hmm. I liked the new and improved Markus. He finally grew a backbone. Maybe I was wrong about him being a punk.
I couldn’t helped but wonder what that visit was really about. I knew it was either he found out that Markus was stealing his money or that he was sleeping with his wife. Whichever one it was, I had a feeling that things were about to turn ugly real fucking soon!
I knew I had to speed up what I was doing. When I was done with him, he was going to wish he had never met me. He would just be another BBNP meaning black broke nigga in prison. I had a little something planned for his bitch, too. She was going to feel my wrath intensively. All the shit she was talking about, let’s see if she could do the walk.
Ha! Ha! I laughed. I couldn’t wait to see the surprise on their faces when they received their big surprise.
Chapter Twelve
Alijah Jackson
I got word where the niggas were staying at and called a meeting ASAP, no time to waste.
“We gonna ride in two cars. We gonna be in and out,” I warned.
“So, how we gonna do this boss?” Dre asked.
“Word is they be using the back entrance that lead to Chimborazo Blvd. It’s a cut back there, so we gonna park beside the church that won’t make us look suspicious, then we can run through the cut. Their escape route can become their death trap,” I said, looking at my niggas. This had to be done. Before the day was over, their mom and girlfriends would be making funeral arrangements.
We split up in two cars; me, Darryl, and Saleem rode together. As we drove down 33rd Street to scope out the front entrance, the block was clear. We continued down to the Blvd. It was our lucky day; the block was cleared. Saleem was going to stay in the car just in case any unwanted visitors popped up.
We got out and sprinted through the alley to the back door. Chuck, with his heavy weight, kicked the door in. It flew open, and we went in busting. They were on point, busting right back at us. We had masks over our faces, so I knew they were trying to figure out who the fuck we were.
I scoped out the nigga C-LO. He was kneeling over one of his homies that got hit. I made eye contact with my niggas. I sneaked around the couch. He didn’t even see me coming, so I walked up on him and removed my mask.
“Whaddup, I see we meet again.”
“The fuck! I thought you were d-e-a-d,” he stuttered and looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Nah, but you are,” I said before putting one to his dome. He fell to the ground. I stood over him and put one between his eyes.
“That’s for me, pussy.”
I was enjoying the kill too much until I heard a string of shots ringing out. I ducked behind the couch while trying to analyze the situation. I heard Dre yell out.
“Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . ”
In the pit of my stomach, I knew one of my people got hit, but who? The fire ceased. I held my gun and headed toward the living room where all the commotion was coming from. I saw only two niggas standing, looking down. I tried to walk faster to see what they were lookin’ at. My knees were wobbly, and I felt nauseated.
First, I saw the body of a nigga that I didn’t recognize. When I got to what my niggas were looking at, it was Darryl’s body spread across the floor with a couple slugs to the chest. Blood gushed out of his wounds.
“Nooooooooooooo!” I dropped on my knees, picking his head up.
“C’mon, homie, stop playin’ wit’ me,” I started to talk to him. “Get up, bruh, joke mode is ova,” I said while shaking him. Tears kept rolling down like rain.
“Son, he’s gone. Let’s get outta here before the police come.” Saleem tried to pull me up.“Nah, son, he’s not gone. It’s all a joke; you’ll see.” At that point, I knew I wasn’t making sense, but I needed to believe that it was all a dream.
“C’mon, son, we got to go right now,” he demanded.
I didn’t want to leave my brother lying there like that. I took my Sean John coat off and covered him up. I knew he was cold.
Saleem pulled me out of the house, and we got in the car. As we pulled off, police sirens were heading towards the 33rd Street entrance. My body felt numb. I kept picturing his face. I knew it was my fault; I should handle business by myself.
“Yo, bro, you gon’ be aiight,” Saleem assured me with is voice trembling. I knew he was hurting, too.
We all got back to Sierra’s house. As we walked toward the door, Dre and Chuck didn’t say a word, but I knew they were fucked up inside.
Sierra must’ve sensed something was wrong ‘cause as soon as we got in the door she ran to me. “Where is Darryl at, babe?”
“Ma, he’s gone. He’s dead,” I said before collapsing to the floor.
I woke up that night on the couch with Sierra sitting beside me.
“Baby, I made you some peppermint tea.” She handed me a cup.
“Nah, ma, I need sump’n stronger. Bring me a bottle of vodka and roll me up a couple blunts,” I instructed her.
As I downed the bottle, it burned my throat, but I really didn’t give a fuck. My heart was crushed. My boy, my brotha since the seventh grade, was gone. Who was going to watch my back? Life was never going to be the same.
“Sierra, my boy is gone,” I said while hugging her as tight as I could. She was all I had left.
“Baby, he’s in a better place.”
“Yea, yea, God should’ve took me instead, B. He didn’t deserve that. It was my beef.” “Yea, you right, but Darryl was gon’ ride with you no matter what.”
Before the night was over, I had finished two bottles of vodka mixed with Jamaican white rum and smoked about five blunts. It had been a while since I got pissy drunk, but I had to block out the entire day’s events. The next day was going to be even harder. I’d have to make the trip to go tell Ms. Lulu that her only son was laying in the morgue.
Sierra Rogers
The way they stormed up in the house I knew something was wrong. They all hovered around in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, they were out the door. As I flew downstairs, I had a weird feeling that he was about to do something off the chain. The only thing I could say was to be careful.
I could’ve tried stopping him, but he was a grown ass man that was going to do whatever he chose. I whispered a silent prayer to God to protect my baby. At a time like that, I wanted to be by his side. I was no stranger to gunplay.
All I could do was smoke a blunt to calm my nerves, but that didn’t help none. I kept pacing back and forth like a crack head geeking from a good hit. Every car that I heard racing down the street, I peeked through the window, wishing to God that it was Alijah.
Minutes felt like hours. I still hadn’t heard from him. Maybe I should’ve got in the car and went and looked for him, but where would I start? I decided just to sit tight and wait for him. I got tired of peeping through the window, so I laid on the couch. That’s when I heard a car pulling up. I got up and ran to the window. I saw niggas getting out. My heart skipped a beat when I didn’t see Alijah. I quickly opened the door; that’s when I saw Alijah. I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back. That’s when it occurred to me that something was terribly wrong. I saw everyone except Darryl. When I inquired, that’s when I got the devastating news that he was dead!Alijah fell out on the floor. I loo
ked at the other guys for some type of explanation, but their faces said it all. I started to cry, not so much for myself, but for my man. I knew how tight they were.
I got myself together and dialed Symone’s number. I knew she was going to go crazy, but I had to break the news before Channel 6 News did.
“Hey, gurl,” she answered in a cheery voice. I paused for a second. I hated that I had to be the bearer of bad news, so I just busted out crying.
“Sierra, what’s wrong gurl? Is it Alijah?” she asked in a concerned tone.
“Sniff. . . . sniff . . . Symone, it’s Darryl.” I could barely get the words out.
“Gurl, what his crazy ass done did now? Is he there with you?”
“Symone, he’s dead. He got shot earlier.”
“Sierra, stop playin’ like that. The joke is over; now put that nigga on the phone!”
“I’m dead ass serious. He’s dead.”
“I don’t believe you. He just left here ‘bout two hours ago to go handle some business. Hold on while I call him on three-way. You’ll see; he’s alive.”
I didn’t respond. I knew she was in denial, and that was just her way of convincing herself he was alive. We sat on the phone while she dialed his number. The phone rung about seven times before his voicemail kicked in. I wept in silence for the fact that I wouldn’t be hearing his voice again. It must’ve finally hit Symone because she started to holler. I heard the grief in her voice, and I couldn’t take it no more.
“Symone, Symone.”
Still no answer.
I hoped she didn’t fall out like Alijah had. I continued holding on until she came back on the phone.
“What happened to my baby? Tell me sump’n.”
“I don’t know the whole story. All I know is they went ‘round Church Hill, they got to shooting, and Darryl got hit up a couple times.” I kept it simple. I wasn’t going to implicate my man in any of this. He could tell her exactly what happened.
We talked some more then I hung up. I felt bad for her. They were so into one another. I felt her pain. In reality, that could’ve been me in her shoes. I curled up beside my boo on the couch, thanking God it wasn’t him. I cut the television on to catch the 10 pm news on CBS. There it was on the screen. The anchor lady was standing in front of a house on 33rd Street.
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