by Kia
“Not at all, love. She cool people, though.”
“But I don’t wanna just be cool people. I wanna be with you.”
“Well, let’s do it.”
“But you have to leave her.”
“I’m not with her.”
“You have to stop fucking her,” I said, folding my arms.
He smirked. “I told you what it was. Never have I lied about anything.”
“Well, I need time to think about it.”
“You do that. Just don’t keep me waiting for long. Nigga kinda missed you,” he said as he walked out and shut the door.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Divine
“All set,” I said as I counted the money and put it up.
“I would take you to meet dude, but I have to get back to the block,” Glory said and hugged me before him and his guys got ready to bounce. But not before he gave me ol’ dude’s number and assured me that everything was fine. “His name is Dre.”
I went to my room and called Chola as I waited for time to pass.
She answered but hung up. Then she started to Facetime me. “That was pointless,” I said.
“I wanted to see your beautiful face,” she replied. Once again, she was counting money.
“You always counting money,” I said as looked down at the city.
“One day, you will be the same way,” she said, as she lit up a blunt.
“Why not just get a money machine?” I asked.
“They always break when you put too much money in it every day. Once again, you will see one day.”
“Guess what?” I said.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“I already got rid of six. I’m ’bout to get rid of the other four in a minute.”
“Not a surprise,” she said.
“Why not?”
“I told you it was a drought. You will have to come back and get more. This time, I give you twenty.”
“Twenty what?”
She smirked. “So, how is Neiman taking everything?” She asked.
“She cool, I guess. Just needs time to adapt. She getting on my fucking nerves, though.”
She laughed. “Just give her time. This is all new to her.”
“Chola…”
“Baby…”
“Let me see that pussy,” I said with a grin on my face.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said as she removed her black body suit and spread her legs. She placed the camera on the edge of the bed and began to play with herself.
“You know how to squirt?” I asked.
She nodded her head yes. “Let me see what you got,” she said.
I took my clothes off too and began to play with myself for her to see. Chola was a huge freak. A bigger freak than me. This wasn’t really turning me on, but I knew she liked it. She got bored easily, and I wanted to keep her interested in me. So here I was acting like my pussy was getting wet for her over the camera.
“Chola, next time I see you, I’m fucking the shit out of you,” I moaned as I licked my fingers and twirled them around my clit.
“Ooooh shit,” she moaned as she arched her back. She had her index finger in her pussy and her other hand was playing with her clit.
“Do it,” I said.
“Okay, its coming. It is on the way,” she moaned before clear fluids squirted everywhere. Even all over her phone.
“Hold on, baby,” I said as my line beeped. It was Glory so I answered.
“Yo.”
“Dre just called. He waiting behind this lil’ corner store in the hood. I just sent you the address. Call him when you get there.”
“Okay.”
“Bet.”
We hung up and I switched back over to Chola.
“Chola, let me hit you back. I’m ‘bout to get rid of these other things. Okay?”
“Okay, baby. Be careful,” she said, wiping herself with a towel.
“I will. Talk to you later, baby.”
“Okay, bye.”
I got dressed and put the bricks into a bag. It was dark, so I made a mental note to drive safely. This was Miami, and drunk college students were everywhere.
“Where you going?” Neiman asked just as I was about to open the door.
“To drop these bricks off.”
“I wanna come.”
“No ma’am. Bye.”
“Divine!”
“What?”
“How can I prove myself if you never let me do shit?” she asked.
“Neiman…”
“I can handle it.”
I took a deep breath. I really didn’t feel like dealing with her today, but I said fuck it and let her come. She grabbed her shoes and we were on our way.
“Put this address into your phone,” I said to her as we made our way to the main street. I showed her the text that Glory sent with the address.
“Okay, it says we’re only twenty minutes away. Make a left right here and go all the way down the service road.”
“Cool. Do you know where Malina went?” I asked.
“Nah, she didn’t say shit. Just left…”
“Hmm. That’s weird,” I responded with a twisted lip.
“She got any friends here?” Neiman asked.
“Hell nah. She don’t know anybody but Glory and us. So I’m confused.” Malina was up to something and I didn’t like it.
After driving for a while, we finally ended up at the address. It was niggas everywhere showing off their colorful cars with the music blasting. There were a few ladies there in the mix trying to catch a baller, but they looked washed up. This wasn’t my type of scene, so I hurried and called Dre.
“What’s poppin’?”
“This Dre?” I asked.
“Fa sho. You just pulled up in the black SUV?” he asked before coughing. It was obvious that he was smoking.
“That’s me.”
“Bet, pull up to the back. I don’t want these niggas in our business, feel me?”
“Gotcha.” I pulled to the back and a red Caprice on Twenty-Two’s pulled behind me.
“That must me him,” Neiman said.
“Yeah, let me get the stuff so we can go,” I said as I grabbed the bag and hopped out. Neiman got out too.
“I don’t trust these niggas,” she said with her mace in her hand.
Two dudes walked up to us smiling. They must have been Bloods because they had on all red. One was tall and fat with an afro. But he wasn’t sloppy with it. I could tell he was one of those fat niggas who took pride in himself. When he got closer, I noticed that he only had one eye. The other one was gone. The other dude was tall and skinny, with a low cut. It was dark and he was black as hell, so all I saw was the diamonds in his teeth glistening.
“I’m Dre,” the skinny one said with a cheesy grin on his face as they both checked us out. “And this my homie Fat Boy.”
“You got the money?” I asked.
Fat Boy laughed.
“Yeah, give me the bag,” Dre said.
“Nah, give me the money first,” I said.
Neiman got closer to me. “Come on so we can go,” she said.
“Chill, lil’ mama,” Fat Boy said.
“Gimme that shit,” Dre said as he snatched my bag and tossed it to Fat Boy. “Let’s go.”
“Is this some type of joke?” I asked, not believing what was happening.
“Dre!” Neiman yelled behind him. They ignored her and hopped in the car. Neiman ran up on the car as they tried to back up.
“Move, bitch! I wish I would pay some hoes for some bricks. Rookies. Go back to where y’all came from,” he hissed as he backed up some more.
“Take that!” Neiman said as she stuck her hand through the window and maced him.
“Shit!” I yelled when Fat Boy hopped his fat ass out with a gun.
I ran over to grab Neiman so we could bail, but Fat Boy had some speed on him. He caught up to us and pistol whipped both of our asses. We were left with busted lips and black e
yes by the time he was done. This was definitely not a joke.
“Stupid bitches. Lucky I ain’t gonna kill y’all.” Fat Boy laughed as he got back into the car and they sped off.
As soon as we got in the car, Neiman called Glory.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Fuck you, Glory! Fuck you! I hope you die, mothafucka!” she yelled with tears falling down her face along with the blood that left her lips.
“I knew I should have followed my first mind,” I said as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Fat Boy had fucked us up bad, but I couldn’t even trip, it was all a part of the game. But now I had to worry ’bout Chola killing my ass ’cause I would be short when I went back. Just when she was starting to trust me, I had fucked up. That’s what I was more afraid of, not no bitch ass scars on my face.
“Slow down, baby. What happened?” Glory asked her. He was talking so loud that I heard him.
“They robbed us then pistol whipped us!” Neiman cried.
“Who? Who did that? Dre?”
“Him and some nigga name Fat Boy,” she said as she hyperventilated and overreacted. She was screaming so loud that my ears started ringing.
“Where y’all at?” he asked calmly. That’s one thing I noticed ’bout Glory. He never lost his cool, so I didn’t know how to feel.
“The same place we met him at.”
“Stay there, here I come.” He hung the phone up.
He must had been just down the street because he pulled right up in less than fifteen minutes. When they pulled behind the store, him, Kipp and Lu Lu hopped out and ran over to us.
“Divine, answer me this… why you didn’t bring ya strap?” Glory asked me.
“I trusted your word when you said he was straight. So I thought I didn’t need it,” I said as I leaned back in my seat. I had bigger fish to fry.
“But you always have that thang on ya no matter what, ma,” Kipp said.
“Follow us,” Glory said as he slid back in his whip. Lu Lu got in the back seat of our car. Now I was getting scared. Why the fuck was he in the car with us?
“Where we going?” I asked Lu Lu.
“Just follow Glory. We got y’all,” he said as he loaded his gun and set another gun on the seat.
After making a few left turns then a right, we ended up at what looked like a trap house. It was boarded up and looked like a tornado had hit it. That’s how most trap houses looked.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Pull two houses down from this white house,” Lu Lu said.
I did as I was told. Glory pulled right in front of me and Lu Lu got out. They all talked for a minute while loading up their weapons. Then they walked to the driver’s side and motioned for me to let my window down.
“Let me talk to you,” Glory said, opening my door. Neiman tried to get out too. “You stay here,” he said to her.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Put this on,” he said, handing me a ski mask.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Bet, let’s go,” Kipp said, handing me a gun.
What the fuck?
Glory told me to be quiet as we crept over to the white house. I had no clue what the fuck was going on. The closer we got, the louder the music got.
“Stand back,” Lu Lu said. He then counted to three and kicked the whole damn door off the hinge.
Glory pulled me by the hand and we all ran up in the house. “Get down! Everybody on the fucking ground!” Lu Lu yelled as he pointed his gun at Fat Boy, Dre and some other nigga. Then Lu Lu went to turn the stereo off.
“I’ll check the other rooms,” Kipp said as he ran to the back.
“Glory, my nigga, what’s poppin’?” Dre said, throwing his hands up.
Glory didn’t respond to him. He let his eyes travel over to my bricks that were sitting neatly on the table. They hadn’t even touched it yet.
“Get ya shit,” Glory said, nodding his head over toward the drugs.
“Huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m confused too,” Dre said.
“Get ya shit, Divine,” Glory said, with his eyes locked on Dre.
“Glory, I thought we were cool? Come on, nigga. Don’t do the game like that,” Dre said.
“Look at her face. Why’d you do that?” Lu Lu asked Dre.
Dre looked over at me. “Fat Boy did that shit ’cause them bitches maced me.”
“I wonder what made them mace you?” Lu Lu said.
“I robbed them. They some bitches and they came without a strap. It’s fair game. That’s how the game go, my nigga. You know that,” Dre pleaded.
“Get ya shit, Divine,” Glory said again.
Reluctantly, I leaned down to put my bricks in the bag. Dre tried to stop me but Glory lifted his gun and shot him in the hand. I jerked back when I heard the gun go off. Then I heard women screaming in the back room.
“Shut the fuck up!” I heard Kipp yell before I heard three gun shots.
“Shit, man!” Dre yelled as he grabbed his hand, which was now leaking blood everywhere. Two of his fingers were on the floor.
“Get ya shit, Divine,” Glory said again.
This nigga still didn’t lose his cool not one time, and that scared me. I hurried up and tossed the bricks into the bag. Fat Boy and the other nigga were looking scared as fuck. I was too.
“Look, man, I just came to play 2K,” the little light skinned boy yelled with his hands up.
“Let’s just go,” I said as I walked to the door with my bricks in the bag.
I turned back around when I noticed that Lu Lu and Glory didn’t move. Then I looked to my left and saw Kipp walk back into the living room where we were, he had blood all over his clothes.
“Why them niggas still alive?” Kipp asked Glory.
Then everyone looked over at me.
“You leave without killing him, he’ll rob you again. You didn’t put the mask on. But next time he gonna kill ya,” Glory said.
“Come on, Glory. I ain’t no killer, man,” I said as I shivered with the gun almost about to fall out of my hand.
“Why you giving a fuck about him? He didn’t care about you when he robbed you and fucked y’all up,” Kipp said.
“Here, I’ll help,” Lu Lu said as he shot Fat Boy in his other eye, then again in the forehead. I saw his body lean forward and hit the table as his eye popped out. His brains literally leaked from his head.
“Gotta kill him now. We just shot his homie. You think he gonna let bygones be bygones?” Kipp asked me. I looked over at Glory, who was still quiet with his eyes on me.
I saw where they were going with this. If I let him live, I would be dead or in jail by the morning. I walked over to Dre and lifted my gun to his head.
“Better hope I die, bitch. Or you a dead hoe,” he said with a smile.
I shot him three times in the head and watched him slump over on the couch. I wanted to hurry up and go home, so I power walked to the door. Once again, the homies didn’t move.
“You got a witness. Can’t leave a witness,” Glory said.
“But, Glory, he was just playing 2K,” I said as I looked over at the little boy. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen.
Without responding, Glory lifted his gun and killed the kid. Then we left out the front door. I froze in my steps when I saw three guys waiting for us on the porch. They had on all black, and ski masks on their faces. One guy lifted his mask to speak.
“Hand them bricks over and drop them guns.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Neiman
Stay in the car? He really made me stay in the car. I couldn’t believe this nigga. First, I had to share him, then I had to stay in the car. Hell, I wanted to go inside too.
It was always about Divine. Divine this… Divine that. I should have stayed my ass in Dallas if I was going to come here and be treated like this. Just as I was about to use my phone to call me a cab, I saw three dark figures walk past the SUV. They were moving
so fast that I didn’t see their faces.
“You dropped the clip, my nigga,” one guy said as he picked something up off the ground, then the two other men walked back to him. They were now standing right beside the SUV. I leaned down in my seat. Now I was regretting that I hadn’t left the car running. On top of that, I left the windows down like a dumb ass.
“You sure it’s here?” one guy asked.
I couldn’t see them because I was now on the floor, scared as hell. What had I gotten myself into?
“Yeah, I heard he just robbed some bitch, so he got four bricks inside,” I heard another voice say.
As they were talking, I heard gunshots.
“Oh shit,” I whimpered. I tried not to be so loud, but it caught me off guard.
“What the fuck?” one guy asked.
“You heard that?”
“Yeah, sounded like it was coming from over there.”
“Please, Lord, please no,” I prayed as they walked over to the SUV and peeped their heads inside.
“Must had been a dog or some shit.”
“Somebody must beat us to it.”
“Yeah, I heard them gunshots too.”
“Fuck, man!”
“Be cool. We gonna get whoever come out the door first.”
“Shit,” I whispered to myself.
I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. All I knew was that it couldn’t be good. When the guys walked off, I reached to the back seat and got the extra gun that ol’ boy had left.
I looked to make sure nobody was around when I opened the door. I stayed low as I watched the three men run to the front porch of the white house that my cousin went into.
“Hand them bricks over and drop them guns,” one guy said as he took his mask off.
The other guy turned around and saw me creeping up. This caused the other two to turn around.
Without saying a word, I started blasting and didn’t shoot shit but the boarded windows of the house.
“Get down!” Glory yelled as he and his friends aired out the three men who had just tried to rob them after they robbed the guy who robbed us.
What the fuck, yo?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Malina
“I missed you so much,” I said as I lay on Slick’s chest. We had just recovered from the most intense sex I’d ever had.