Silencer called Red on his cell phone while driving over there, telling him to make sure they was ready; we was on our way over to get them. I guess he forgot he told me to pick them up last night. Guess he must have cancelled his plans. Well, I was driving, so I headed on over to their house, hopping on the freeway. I made it there in no time. The freeway is usually empty this time of morning the early morning—commuters already making it to work. They were waiting downstairs in front of what appeared to be a nice building, along with Tracy and Erica. Red and Do-Dirt approached the truck, leaving the girls behind on the steps. Giving dap and what-ups, Red asked if it would be okay for the girls to get a ride to they cribs. Silencer agreed, telling the girls to get in. when they were getting in, he said, “Y’all ain’t no strangers. Show a nigga some love. Shit.”
Erica said, “What up, Incognito, Silencer? What y’all been up to?”
We answered back in unison, “Just chillin.”
We dropped Erica off first, then Tracy. Since we were already in the area, we hung out around the old spot for a while, talking to old customers. It was a nice day out, which made the people come out to enjoy. The projects and hood was always live, especially when the weather was hot. Being forced inside during the winter months, you only had one thing to do in the spring and summer months—act wild and burn off all the laziness. Silencer was being asked by the customers when he was going to open up shop again, because they missed us being around there. The customers said the other dealers didn’t treat them like we did. Hearing this made him feel good. You could tell because he was grinning from ear to ear while playing with the fake leg of one of our old customers, Phil. Phil was a Vietnam vet who had lost half of his leg in the war. He was a funny old dude who Silencer liked playing with. They kind of had a father-and-son relationship. From what we discussed in our meeting before, I knew we wouldn’t be opening up shop again because of the raid, making my place the official spot. Silencer said because the police been watching so long now, they caught something. They’ll keep trying to they get a case on him, so he won’t open another spot in Cornell. He did, however, supply some of the other street hustlers.
We chilled for a little while longer with Tracy, who now brought out Shelly and Tanisha. I didn’t want to run into Shelly, because I thought she might be tripping about me not calling her again, but she was cool. I guess she realized it was just a sex thing. Shelly and Tanisha both spoke. Shelly said to me, “What up, slickster?” in a happy around-the-way-girl tone.
I replied, “Shit, just chilling.”
Red, seeing that she was feeling me still, tried to hype things up by saying, “She sprung. That nigga put the P down on her.”
Shelly responded, laughing, “Shut up, Red. I ain’t sprung. The penis was good, but don’t get it twisted. I can get more. Please believe.”
I jumped in, “Y’all ass crazy.” I didn’t say nothing more because I didn’t really want to be bothered with the situation. I was glad when Tanisha took the conversation over, telling us about stuff that was happening. She told us about the night before, when two customers was fighting in the parking lot over who was sleeping with who. It was this gay couple; one got caught in the car getting fucked by another man. She told us the dude broke all the windows out before the man drove off.
“Shit was always crazy around here,” Silencer said.
We started to make our way back to the truck so we could smash out when Tanisha asked, “Where y’all at now?”
Silencer replied, “We got a spot over by Westvillage now. Just a lay-low place, not like this one was. Why? You want to come over?”
Tanisha said, “Yeah, come pick me up tonight.”
Silencer told her to give him a call later for a pick-up time.
Later that night, we was chilling at the spot when Silencer got the call. It was a few minutes past nine when Tanisha hit him up. They talked shortly before he headed out the door. When he left out, he said, “I’ll be back soon. Be ready. We might have a winner.”
Do-Dirt and I were playing the game while Red was sitting on the couch, smoking up the whole blunt. I suffered another loss, as usual, so I handed the controller to Red in exchange for what was left of the blunt. Soon after their game started, the door opened. It was Silencer and Tanisha. We thought they would have brought someone else with them, but she was alone. Tanisha took a seat, then asked us to roll another blunt. Silencer took off his coat, then began rolling. We all was talking, just parlaying, halfway through our second blunt and listening to a Twister track, when Tanisha stood up and started feeling herself. The song “Get It Wet” kept playing, and she kept feeling, except now taking off clothes as well. After removing her shirt and bra with her nice firm breasts exposed, she said, “I want to fuck all of y’all.”
We were all already shocked by her taking off her clothes, but even more so now by her revelation. We quickly came to when she asked if we was down. She gave us a stipulation, though. We could not tell Shelly and the other girls. We agreed, and she proceeded to take off her clothes. She had a nice body even with the few stretch marks that lined her stomach. Now all of us being high and aroused, ready to get some, Silencer asked if I had any rubbers, because he was going to go first. He had one he got from his truck. I had a box in the room I kept just in case I ever had company over, so Red, Do-Dirt, and me was cool on that tip too. Silencer led Tanisha to the bedroom so they could do their thing. We heard her moaning from in the living room, so Do-Dirt moved in to the door to hear, as he was getting more excited. The moans lasted for a short time longer before a sweaty Silencer exited the room. I was nervous now, scrambling my thoughts, because I didn’t want to partake in this. This was degrading to her, but it wasn’t rape. She did ask us to do it. However, I was still uncomfortable. Still thinking, I told Do-Dirt to go next. He came out as quick as he went in; it couldn’t have been no more than four minutes. He came out half-naked, draped only in his boxers, saying she had asked for Red. I was glad, because I still wasn’t ready to go in, so in went Red. Now, to play it off, I asked if it was good. They both replied it was good, wet, and warm—just right for a nut. I then asked if it was tight. Silencer answered, “Tight enough to feel the inside. You going to feel it.”
Red was now coming out the room, smiling. It was my turn. I went in thinking she was going be tired just laying there, but she was dancing to the music still. She told me to come to her by pointing her finger at me and moving towards me. I went in. She softly stroked my penis until it became hard, then started sucking it. It was feeling good. I was almost ready to come, so I pulled back. She then turned around and put my penis in her vagina. I went in and out a few strokes before reaching a half-enjoyed orgasm. We dropped Tanisha off shortly after.
9
NOW with the crew knowing me and Jackie as a couple from us meeting at the cell phone store, things could start moving forward without me having to sneak away to call or see her. We met on Saturday, just as planned. I took Silencer, Red, and Do-Dirt with me to pay my bill so Jackie could meet me there we arrived at 5:45 p.m. We were waiting for my payment to go through when she walked in. She spoke to us as a group.
“How y’all doing tonight?” She went to get help from the store attendant. She looked over at Do-Dirt, then the rest of us, saying, “Didn’t I see y’all on the plane?” After a moment of silence, everyone excitedly said, “Yeah, we sat next to you.”
Do-Dirt said, “You still not ready to give me the number?”
Jackie replied, “No disrespect, but I was digging your friend over there. He seem more my speed. It ain’t going cause no static between y’all if I give it to him, will it?”
Do-Dirt said, “No, it’s all good. Do your thing, ma.”
Now that I had my transaction complete, Jackie gave me the number on the way out the door, telling me to call her later. She then said a smooth goodbye to us, “Y’all be easy out there.”
We decided to go g
et something to eat over at Tasty’s, a fish and chicken shack, after leaving the phone shop. During the ride over, Do-Dirt told me to tear that vagina up for him when I hit it because she was hella fine. I wanted to tell him I already did and the shit was good, but I couldn’t do that, because it would mess everything up. I’ll just wait until she come over one night while their getting ready to leave. I told him, “Yeah, I plan to hit that shit soon. I’m going to call her to see what’s up in a day or two make her want me more.”
He said, “I feel you.”
We ordered our food to go because we did not want to eat there. It was on the wrong side of town, and none of us were strapped.
Back at the spot, while eating, we discussed business. Silencer told us we were doing a great job getting money, but we needed to expand our business to other areas. He wanted to go into selling weed as well as cocaine. Silencer had made a connect with the Jamaicans with the potent weed that we would buy from at wholesale price if we bought ten pounds or more (some new information for the bureau). Silencer appointed Do-Dirt and Red to sell the weed. With Scooby in jail, it was just Silencer and me. I was now his right-hand man. First thing in the morning, we was to meet with the Jamaicans to purchase twenty pounds of sticky light green weed, better known as skunk. The price we would pay: $7,500. We had already but ten keys of the cocaine we were selling, which we sold six of so far. It was time for Do-Dirt and Red to be the soldiers they are and come up. I had shown my skills, which is why I moved up so fast. I was now ready to step it up another notch so I could get to the main person and get this case over with. With our new branch of service, we now needed a new spot for Do-Dirt and Red somewhere close to the old spot but not in the same building. The look was on. Searching the classified ads and driving the neighborhood, we came across a building three blocks down and two blocks over from Cornell. We would have to find someone to get the apartment for us because the landlords usually never rent to young black males, especially in this neighborhood, and we didn’t want the place in our name if the police raided. In this situation, we normally got some girl or customer to rent the place. Silencer paid Tanisha one hundred dollars to rent the house. This was a nice place. It was a single-family house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. This was just right for a weed spot. There were only three other houses on the block and a big field. The other house was on the sides of this one being on the left across the alley, one to the right, and the other across the street on the corner. The rent was modestly priced at $450, which was nice. Not that we would have a problem paying more. We were moving heavy quantities of our products so money was not an issue.
Even though we had now incorporated Tanisha into our crew, we still kept her in the dark about what we were moving and what we discussed about the business amongst ourselves. She was the right element to have in the clique for several reasons. One, she was always willing to fuck us or give some good head when needed and we couldn’t get elsewhere. Two, she was laid back but could get dirty if needed. Three, if we needed to get at some niggas, we could use her as bait to lure them motherfuckers into our reach. Last but not least, she was funny and just real cool to kick it with.
After getting the place, we had to go shopping for furniture to make it more homely. It wasn’t too many rooms we had to fill, so it wasn’t a problem getting a nice deal for five rooms of quality furniture. The Arab stores always had specials running. Three, four, five, even seven rooms for as little as $699. We ended up getting the furniture for the living room, dining room, and two bedrooms for $1,650. It was two queen-sized beds, two dressers, and two nightstands. The living room and dining room furniture was $400. That included a small table and four chairs for the dining room and a three-piece sectional for the living room. We didn’t get any for the kitchen because there was a table, refrigerator, and stove already there, which was left behind from the previous occupants. Our final piece of furniture was a weight set for the basement.
Now we were in a new area. Even though it was on a total of seven blocks from the original spot, we had to lay back and scope the area out. We had to watch the block for other hustlers that might be there. We had to see if there were nosy block watch neighbors. We also had to watch to see if there were late-night creepers, the thieves.
This was going to be Do-Dirt’s and Red’s job, since they were going to be the ones primarily there. Silencer and I had my place as the spot we would be operating. It was a group of six dudes that always hung out in front of the laundromat on the corner. We wasn’t sure if they were hustling, but they likely were, making them a possible problem if they felt we were moving in on they territory or if they felt we were balling—which we were—and they wanted to pull a jack move. We left Do-Dirt and Red with some straps and told them to be careful.
Now that Do-Dirt and Red were doing their own thing, it was time to get down to serious business for Silencer and me. We started hanging like two peas in a pod. It was like we became brothers overnight. Where he went, I went, and vice versa. I even started taking him over to Jackie’s house with me, when she wasn’t there mostly, to show him I trusted him and thought he was cool enough to bring him to her crib. I was shocked when one day, he took me to his mother’s house. I had been to the house before, but not being able to go inside, I never knew who lived there. He took me in this Monday to meet her. When we got in front of the house, he said to me, “I want you to come in to meet my mother, so be cool on the language and loudness.”
I replied, “Cool, dog. I got respect for that.”
His mother was a heavyset older woman. She had a head full of grayish black hair, heavy bags under her eyes, and what appeared to be a limp from being on tired legs. It looked as if she had plenty of restless nights, probably from worrying about Silencer. She spoke to me in a country-like motherly voice, “Hi, baby. What yo name is?”
“Michael,” I responded.
“That’s a nice name. So you friends with Marcus?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. He a nice boy. He can be stubborn sometime, but he a nice boy.”
“Yes, he is. That’s why I became friends with him.”
She laughed, saying, “Y’all met in the projects over there?”
“Yes, ma’am, we did.”
“I hope y’all ain’t getting in no trouble over there. It’s so dangerous in there.”
“No, ma’am, we ain’t getting in no trouble. We mostly be at my place. It ain’t in the projects.”
“That’s real good.” You seem like a nice young man. You stick with my baby all right.”
“I will.”
We left right after the conversation that we had, which Silencer didn’t take part in because he was in the bathroom for the whole time. If I had to put money on it, I would bet that is where some of his money was kept. As we were leaving out the door, his mother gave him a kiss on the cheek and told us to be careful in them streets.
In the truck, I said, “So your name, Marcus huh?”
“Yeah, but don’t be calling me that shit. I hate that name.” I asked why. He said, “Because that’s my father name. That punk motherfucker left me to be with a punk-ass dope fiend bitch who turned him out. Now he be buying that shit. He was buying from me at Cornell. Probably buying from somebody else in there.”
I replied, “That’s some fucked up shit, man. I feel your pain.”
We left it at that.
We went to the spot to wait on some players in the game that was to buy two keys from us. They were some regulars, two young-ass niggas from on the west side of town. They always copped two keys every month, like clockwork. They got them for a good price, since they were loyal, coming across town to buy when they could easily buy from niggas in their hood. When they got there, a half-hour after we did, they came up with a black book bag on the back, like always—same routine. They came in counted out $62,000 in hundreds, fifties, and twenties, like always. We then gave them two
bricks, uncut. As usual, Duwayne, the younger one of the two, sampled the shit by taking a line up the nose to make sure it was good. Before they left, Silencer asked them why they came all the way across town to us. They answered, “Because y’all got the potent shit. Them niggas on our side got that cut shit. We be booming y’all shit to our niggas so the fiends can only buy from us.”
“Okay. We feel y’all. Keep it coming. Maybe we could get together and do bigger thangs. Peace.”
We stayed at the spot for the rest of the afternoon and evening, making deals moving product. We got through the remaining kilo by breaking it down, serving three old-schoolers who had been in the game a lot longer than we had. They just never made it to the top. One of them was on a half-kilo, one on an eighth of a kilo, the other on two ounces.
After them, we closed shop for the day to head home. Silencer went to his crib. I went to Jackie’s. I stopped off in Cornell before heading to Jackie’s to see if Shelly was around. I don’t know why I hadn’t talked to her since our last rendezvous. I wasn’t even sure she would talk to me, but I wanted some super head (blowjob), so it was worth a shot. I made it over there in little time parking in the parking lot seeing all kinds of people out. I was still in the Honda, which I desperately needed to trade in now I got a little money, but later for that. I called Shelly on the phone only to find it disconnected, which means I would have to go to her apartment. Walking to her building, I was being hit up by all the customers out there.
“You got some work, Incognito? You got something?”
I had to turn them all away because I didn’t have any. I told them all the same thing we told them before, “We ain’t got no shop here no more,” and I continued on my way. I knocked on Shelly’s door three times real hard, trying to sound like the police to see if I could scare her, if she was even there. After I knocked again even louder, she answered, “Who the fuck is it?”
I yelled, “It’s the police. We got a search warrant. Open the fucking door.”
Incognito Page 10