Dirty South Divas 2

by Kia

  “Thought we were official?”

  “Yeah, but I want us to start spending more time together. Let’s go on a vacation. Just us two and talk.”

  “Where?”

  “You name it.”

  “Hmmm, let’s go to Jamaica,” I said.

  “Yeah? What part? I know people there.”

  “What part do you know people?”

  “Negril. I have family from Colombia who moved there some years back,” she said as she played with her newly manicured nails.

  “Do they know that you’re bisexual?” I asked.

  Chola looked at me like she wanted to slap the fuck out of me. “I’m a full lesbian, Divine.”

  “What? How’d that happen. No man has ever come onto you?” I asked.

  “No, I never go out.”

  “That’s right. You told me that.”

  “But if they did, would you consider it? Have you ever met a handsome man?” I asked.

  “Bishop is handsome.”

  “But Bishop is a snake,” I responded.

  “Just answering your question.”

  “So what are you saying?” I asked.

  “I’m saying that I’ve met plenty of handsome men in my line of work. Didn’t want them. I wanted a woman. A woman like you.”

  “Yeah. Why me?”

  “I don’t know, Divine. You’re just magnetic. Let me call you back though, baby. My father is calling us for a family meeting,” she said right before clicking off.

  She didn’t even give me the chance to say it back.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Neiman

  “I got it!” I yelled as I opened the door for Glory before Divine got up to do it.

  A few hours after the whole robbery incident, Glory offered to come spend the night with me to see where my mind was at. I was a bit shook and I can admit that. This is the closest I’ve ever been to getting shot or killing someone.

  “What’s good, ma?” Glory asked.

  I shut the front door behind him and locked it.

  “Nothing much. Just happy to be spending time with you. That’s all.”

  I grabbed his hand and led him to Malina’s old room, which was now mine. Truth be told, I was so happy that Malina was gone. For once, everything wasn’t on me. I wasn’t the black sheep. We were down to three of us, and I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t feel sorry for her either. Out of all people, she called Slick down here. And then was gossiping to him about Divine. On some real snake shit.

  “So what did you wanna talk about?” Glory asked as he sat on the bed and removed his shoes.

  “Everything. I just don’t want you to be with anyone else. I can’t take any more losses. I mean, you had me wide open and dipped on me.”

  “I didn’t dip. I promise. I was just out here getting to the money.”

  Though it was dark, his beauty didn’t go unseen. His locs were neat, and it was obvious that he had just gotten them touched up. I can tell he had really been on the block because he only had on a wife beater and some gym shorts. But he must had taken a shower before coming because the Axe was still fresh on him.

  I climbed to the edge of the bed and sat in his lap facing him. “Baby, I don’t wanna share you. I want to be the only one with you.”

  “I’m cool with that. How many times do I have to explain to yo ass that Pinky and me ain’t together? Shit, I wanna be with you too, Neiman, but I gotta be honest with ya. I’m not leaving Pinky alone no time soon.”

  “Why? That bitch got voodoo on you or some shit?” I asked.

  He laughed. “Nah. I can just be myself with her.”

  “You can be yourself with me,” I said.

  “Can I?” He had a smirk on his face that told me he felt I was lying.

  “I mean… yeah. Thought we were going on a journey together?” I asked.

  “So tell me this, if I see a hoe that I wanna fuck and we together, can I tell you?”

  “What? Fuck no,” I responded.

  “See. I can’t be myself with you.”

  “But what’s so special ’bout Pinky though?”

  “Like… if I see a hoe I wanna fuck and tell Pinky, she gonna tell me to bring the hoe home and we can fuck her together.”

  “But how can you respect someone like that?”

  “Because she just cool and down to earth. I fucks with her.”

  “So why not be with her?” I asked.

  “Because Pinky is not that type. She don’t wanna be in a relationship. She just a money hungry type of girl, and I can’t fuck with it on a relationship level. With you, I love the way that you really be fucking with a nigga. Know what I mean? You ain’t even asked me for shit, and that makes me wanna do more.”

  “So why not leave Pinky alone if she all that money hungry?”

  “I told you. She money hungry. She not the relationship type. If I was to call her now and ask her to marry me, I would never hear from her again. Don’t ask me to explain. I can’t. That’s just how Pinky is.”

  “So you want me to become bisexual for you?”

  “It ain’t like that.” He laughed.

  “Then what’s it like?” I asked.

  “Just chill… be young… be my homie. Know what I’m saying?” he asked.

  I was tired of hearing this shit. I didn’t understand what the fuck he wanted from me. But what I wasn’t about to do was watch him break my heart.

  “I am chill.”

  “You keep jumping down my back all the time. Nagging and shit. Can’t be doing that.”

  “Why?”

  “Look, I’ma be real with you. That’s probably what ran ya other niggas off. No disrespect, but get a hobby. If you were busy doing shit, maybe you wouldn’t worry ’bout me all the time… overthinking and shit.”

  “What did y’all do in that house?” I asked, changing the subject. I also slipped in a little kiss to soften the mood.

  He lay on his back with me still in his lap, and lit a blunt.

  “Nothing major, just got Divine’s shit back.”

  “So why was it blood on your clothes and hers? Hell, all of y’all had blood on y’all clothes.”

  “Same reason you almost shot me in the head with your no shooting ass,” he said as he took a toke of the purp and passed it to me.

  “Ayy, it saved y’all asses. Right?”

  “Them niggas was gonna get killed regardless.”

  “So what happens now?”

  “What you mean?”

  “Them niggas dead out there on the porch,” I said.

  “And everybody in that house dead too. What you saying?” he asked.

  That threw me for a loop. I knew I heard the gunshots, but I didn’t expect everyone in the house to be dead.

  “Who killed them?” I asked.

  “Just know them niggas got what was coming to them. And that’s all that matters.”

  “This some scary shit,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “It’s too real out here.”

  “Just chill, love. It’s all good. I got y’all wherever y’all go. I won’t let nothing happen to y’all.”

  “But Dre just whooped our asses.”

  “And that nigga dead,” he said with a stern look on his face. “Can’t be afraid to bust that iron.”

  “I’m not.” Suddenly, my cell began to ring, it was Slick.

  “What, Slick?” I asked.

  “Yo, I think something just happened to Malina,” he said in a panic.

  I hung up in his face. I couldn’t care less. I then turned my attention back to Glory.

  “Enough about that shit, let me taste that pussy,” he said, flipping me on my back.

  Immediately, he climbed between my legs and began to remove my panties.

  “You missed it?” I asked as I smoked on the purp.

  “Hell yeah.”

  He was now licking my clit, with his fingers in the pussy. I let out a moan and arched my back. The moonlight was bright and shined right in
to the room. This was the life; getting some head while smoking a blunt on the top floor of our Condo in Miami.

  I liked this life. But I liked being alive also. How long would it last?

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Malina

  “The doors aren’t gonna open from the inside, so you may as well chill,” Bishop said as we made a detour down a swamp road.

  “Why are you doing this? Wasn’t taking PJ enough?” I asked.

  “Nah.”

  “How we gonna get the money if you got me, Bishop?”

  He laughed. “Divine gonna get that. She don’t need you. Why you think I got you and not her?”

  “How did you find me?”

  “One of my bitches had they eyes on Slick’s every move. I knew that sooner or later, he would lead me to you. So when he came to Miami, I followed him from the airport and went from there. I’ve been following you since you left the hotel with him. You’re not that smart,” he said, shaking his head.

  “So, are you gonna kill me?” I asked with my hand on the phone.

  I had secretly called 911 and was just letting the phone play so they could listen and hopefully track me. I was looking for a street name so I could call it out for the cops to hear.

  “I haven’t decided yet.”

  “What about PJ? Are you gonna kill him? Where is he?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  My heart almost fell to my ass. I was so hurt. He had no looks of remorse on his face. “Bishop, please. Don’t do it. It’s not PJ’s fault that his mom played you.”

  “She didn’t fucking play me! Take it back!” he yelled as he pulled the car over, turned around and pointed his gun at my head.

  “Bishop, I’m just s—”

  “Take it back!”

  “Okay, okay she didn’t play you. But PJ has nothing to do with you two, and you know it.”

  “Fuck that lil’ nigga, he ain’t my son,” Bishop said as he calmed down and drove off. This nigga was crazy as fuck. “You just the back up. Divine moving too slow with my money, and I know she’ll move faster now.”

  “Not really,” I said.

  “Huh?”

  “Have you seen my face?” I asked.

  He turned the light on and looked. “Daaaaamn!”

  “Yeah. Divine did this just a minute ago.”

  “What you do?” he asked.

  “We had an argument and shit just got out of hand.”

  “Nigga, look like you got an old fashioned ass whooping.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

  “But nah, I might not kill you. But PJ gotta go. He will forever be a constant reminder of how much of an idiot I was for his hoe ass mama. I ain’t having it.”

  “Where is he?”

  “With this bitch I met at the strip club.”

  “Really, Bishop? Some bitch you met at the club? So you don’t even much know the hoe?”

  “I fucked her a few times, but I don’t know her.”

  “You a cold mothafucka, Bishop,” I said as I looked out the window and shook my head.

  I ended up hanging up the phone. They weren’t gonna find me anyway. Hell, I don’t even think he knew where we were. We were out of Dade County now, and that was for sure.

  “I haven’t always been this way.”

  “I know. I just want to know why.”

  “Why what?”

  “Why are you doing this? Why now?”

  “What? Hurting people?” he asked.

  “Yes. Why are you hurting people?”

  “Why not? I’m out here looking for revenge.”

  “But what did Divine ever do? When you were in that fire with Chola, she risked her life for you. Then you turn around and ask Chola to kill us?”

  He laughed again. “I learned long ago that in life, no one really loves you. Divine didn’t do that for me. She did it for AJ. For him to be safe.”

  “But it got done. And we went right back after you almost got us killed.”

  “Like I told Divine, Johan wasn’t gonna let Chola kill y’all.”

  “But did you care?”

  “At that time, yes. Chola about the only mothafucka that’s more ruthless than me, and if I wouldn’t have gotten that money back to her, I would have been dead. And that’s a fact.”

  “Only looking out for you,” I said.

  “Sooner or later, Divine will be just as ruthless.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Look what you did to her. Look what Nyssa did to her. Hell… look what I did to her. Slick and AJ too… we all fucked her over. I used to be just like her. Shit, my own mama turned her back on me, and that’s my mama.”

  “Why?”

  “If I tell ya, I’d have to kill ya.”

  “Well, don’t tell me.”

  “I have a surprise for you, Malina.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t worry. You will see.”

  “I’m sick of your surprises.”

  “But you’re gonna love this one.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Give me your phone.”

  “What? No,” I said as I quickly deleted 911 from my call log under the bag in my lap.

  “Give it to me.” He pointed the gun at me so I gave it to him.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Ft Lauderdale.”

  “What’s there?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Milo

  “Answer the phone, Bishop!” I yelled into his voicemail.

  I was panicking, and needed his help on what to do. Seemed like he was an expert on shit like this. I was still at William’s house. When I finished wiping my prints off everything, my phone started to ring. It was Bishop.

  “Where have you been?” I asked with an attitude.

  “Sup?”

  “Long story short… I went to see Shyro’s mom and she told me that the police had a witness to his murder. So I went to my old trick’s house to get the paperwork and ended up killing my trick on accident. I gave him too many sleeping pills on top of the ones he had already taken. So now I’m ’bout to take the body to a river or some shit.”

  “Why would you do that?” he asked.

  “Do what?”

  “Take the body to a river? You didn’t shoot him. Ain’t no blood.” I was shocked that he didn’t want to know why I gave him that many pills, or gave him pills at all.

  “What that mean?” I asked in a state of confusion.

  “William was in a state of depression, stressed out with the job, and was just tired of life. So he took the pills and overdosed in the comfort of his own home.”

  “Damn. Just like that, huh?” I asked. He was too good at this. It came with no effort.

  “Relax. Everything will be fine. Get the paperwork and find the witness. I gotta go.”

  He hung up before I could say anything else.

  After making sure everything looked normal, I got the paperwork and headed out after putting the address of the witness into my GPS. It wasn’t too far. This was perfect.

  As I thought about my conversation with Bishop, I realized that I never told Bishop Williams’ name. I picked the phone up and called him back.

  “Sup?”

  “Bishop, how did you know hi—”

  “I know more than you think. Handle ya business, though. Hit me back.”

  He hung up again.

  “What the fuck, yo?” I asked myself.

  After driving and thinking for so long, my GPS told me that I was getting close to the address. I reached over and looked at the picture again to be sure that I had a visual of his face. As I drove under the lights, I got a better view of his face and got the shock of my life. No wonder this route looked familiar. Good thing I had slipped an extra bottle of William’s sleeping pills, because this one would surely die of an overdose too.

  When I got to Coconut Grove, I was just ready to get this over with. Shortly after, I pulled into h
is driveway. I never had to call. Not with Ash. But then again, I didn’t come often. I called Ash to let him know that I was outside, but got no answer. I reversed and parked my car across the street so I could hurry up and run out when I was done.

  My heels clicked too loud on the pavement so I took them off and walked to the door. After knocking for so long, I finally got the picture. But then I remembered that Ash usually kept a spare key under the flower vase to my right.

  “There ya go,” I whispered as I picked the key up and held it like my most valuable possession. Well… it was at the moment.

  “Ash,” I said as I slowly walked down the hall of the mini mansion to his bedroom. I didn’t hear anything until I got down the hall and his bedroom door came flying open. I didn’t know what to think or do, so I slid into the hall closet and peeked out. I saw Ash and some short man arguing.

  “Why is the bitch calling you at this time of the night, Ash? Huh?” the short and chubby guy yelled.

  I saw what was going on. Ash, just like I thought, was on the down low. But this nigga sure didn’t know how to pick his men. Ash was tall, yellow, and handsome. This many was short, puny and a problem.

  “That’s another accountant who works with me. You remember Milo? I told you about her, baby.”

  “What? Milo? That’s that bitch that strip at King of Diamonds? You think I’m stupid, Ash!”

  He slapped the fuck outta Ash.

  Ash grabbed his face. “Lonnie, come on, baby.”

  Lonnie was now crying and being overly dramatic. He was bad built as fuck. Why did his stomach look like a bowling ball and his legs looks like the pins?

  “You’ve been cheating on me, Ash, and I know it. Don’t lie to me!”

  “Lonnie, come on. Come back in here and let’s work this out,” Ash said, but Lonnie pushed him away and sat on the couch.

  Damn, it wasn’t that serious. Ash was nothing but chump change to me. Glad I never fucked this punk ass nigga. Fucking with women and men… just trifling.

  “No! I’m tired of working shit out! Are you not happy? You just cheated with that tranny bitch!”

  “No, baby. You saw the tape, I just let her suck my dick.”

  “That don’t make it no better!”

  “But I ain’t out here fucking any and everything, is what I’m saying.”

  “I can’t do this anymore, Ash. I just can’t!” Lonnie stood up.