by J Peach
My hand came down my face before looking over at her. “You look i’ight, Krystal. Get out— what the fuck is you doing?” I asked her as she climbed into my seat.
“Why not finish what you started.”
My dick jump at her words, but I wasn’t fuckin’ her. “Hell n’all, get the fuck off me, I ain’t fuckin’ you, man. Krystal, take yo ass in the house,” I pushed my door open then motioned for her to get out.
“No, Blaze. We both want this, so why not?” Leaning down, she caught my bottom lip between her teeth as her hand found the front of my jeans, undoing the button then zipper.
“Krystal, get out. We ain’t fuckin’,” I pushed her ass out the truck, closed the driver’s door, locked it and then pulled out her drive way. I pushed my stiff dick back in my boxers then buttoned and zipped my pants up as I drove.
Coming to a stop light, my phone started ringing.
“Yo?”
“B, where you at?” King asked.
“On my way to Anastasia, why? What’s up?” I asked while going on US30.
“Aye, I’m about to come through.”
“I’ight.” Hanging up the phone, I drove out to Hammond where I moved Anastasia to.
Chapter 21
Blaze
I backed into the driveway of Anastasia.
It wasn’t long after King pulled up and parked on the street. I flicked the headlights at King and we both got out of our trucks. He went to the passenger side of his while I walked over to him. We slapped hands six times then shook up.
“What’s up?”
“Shit, just came to fuck with you,” he spoke with a shrug.
“I’ight, come on,” we walked to the house. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves before I unlocked the door.
Once inside, I left King in the front as I went to the back room. I tapped on the door and Dre opened it.
The room was nice and big enough to fit three large rectangle tables to weigh, cut, and bag without getting shit mixed up. I had a person at each table, which made the process a little faster.
Going to the last table, I grabbed a black duffle bag off the floor, sat it on top, and started counting the thirteen bricks in there. Then I did the same to the ten other bags that sat on the floor.
After I finished counting, I zipped up the last bag. I went to the closet and took out the large moving boxes.
“Trey, aye, I need you to put everything in these duffle’s into the boxes, i’ight?” I informed him. I helped him take the duffels and boxes to the next room.
“It’ll be done.” He pulled the box of brand new T-shirts and jeans out the closet and started wrapping the bricks inside the clothes. Once the boxes were half full we filled the rest of the box with empty clothes.
Finishing the second box, I left out of the room and went back to the front where I left King, who stood off to the side on the phone.
“B, you gotda make a drop or some shit?” King looked around at the boxes in the living room, then back to me.
I hummed at his question, counting the boxes before I replied. “Yeah. This little nigga from Ohio called needing some work. He just made it here about an hour ago, so I’m about to drop this shit off.” My phone vibrated and Sam’s name popped up on the screen. ‘What’s up? You here?’
“Yeah, pulling up now,” Sam said and I hang up the phone.
“Dre, Mike?” I called to my other two workers.
“What’s up?” They both asked, walking into the room.
“Aye, load that truck out front.” With a head nod, they went to work.
“What he want?” King asked, looking from me to the boxes.
“Thirteen bricks.”
King let out a whistle. “Kilos? No shit?” Humming, I nodded my head. Again he whistled. “What’s all this other shit?” He asked, pointing to the other four boxes.
“Shit, ‘bout to take it the spot.” King nodded in understanding knowing the spot I was referring to was the storage building Sam and his girl owned. That’s where I kept my shit once it was packed. “Dre, the one with thirteen on it, go in my truck.”
“You want the other boxes out the basement in the big truck too?” Mike stood with his hand above the door that lead to the basement.
“Yeah, them too, I don’t want shit up in here.” The lab was in the basement where they cooked everything. “Hurry up,” I rushed Mike after looking at the time to see it was four-thirty in the morning. “Aye, I’m out. I gotda meet dude in ten minutes.” Shaking up with Dre, I started for the door. “Yo, don’t leave this place looking like shit. Wipe everything down with bleach before y’all leave this mothafucka, i’ight?” Dre and Mike laughed.
“I’ight, boss. You say that every time you leave. We got you, baby, so don’t sweat it.” Mike and Dre were some cool niggas and took what they did seriously. It was never bullshit, but straight work and they moved fast as hell. Best workers I’d had so far.
King followed me out the house and hopped in my passenger seat as I made my way to Sam, who stood at the back of the truck.
“I gotda meet dude in ‘bout ten minutes. Call me once you got this stored away, bet?”
Sam nodded, shaking up with me. “I got you. You know it’s like twenty boxes in here right?” I peeked inside the bed of the U-Haul.
“Come on, baby, you gon bitch up on me and start crying ‘bout work?” I joked with him before taking the safety deposit box he held out for me, then lead us back into the house.
Sam didn’t get his hands dirty as much as me, but when he did his ass always complained. Even so, he did it. With his job, I didn’t really want him involved with my shit unless I really needed him and right now was one of those times.
“I’m not bitchin’. Brandy ass is though, you know she don’t like this shit,” he explained what I already knew.
“Man, I don’t even wanna hear that shit. That’s yo bitch, check her ass, teach that bitch her place,” I told him honestly. I ain’t know what Sam saw in that bitch, he should’ve left that hoe back in high school.
Brandy was a straight leech with nothing going for herself, but I guess Sam liked that shit.
“B, cool it with that bitch word,” the hostility in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
He knew I ain’t like his bitch.
“You got it,” my head bobbed, acknowledging him all the while I pulled forty stacks from the safety box. I handed it to Sam before locking the metal box back.
“I’ll give this to them now. We’ll meet up later.”
“I’ight, I’m out. Call me once you got that shit done though.”
“Alright,” Sam shook up with me then made his way to the back rooms.
With the safety deposit box tucked under my arm, I left the house, going back to my truck where King still sat.
“Why the fuck yo ass in here straight chillin’?” I asked while taking the blunt he handed me.
“Nigga, I’m on guard patrol. You know I ain’t letting you roll by yoself. Niggas might get stupid, you know?” King spoke real as he reclined his seat.
This wasn’t nothing odd of King. My nigga was always down to ride regardless of the situation. I wasn’t worried about no mothafucka getting stupid. Those niggas out there knew that, so I didn’t have no trouble with folks getting outda pocket. Everybody knew I’d let whatever piece I was holding rip at the sign of any shaky shit.
With a shrug, I pointed to his ride.
“What about yo truck?” With a mouth full of smoke I asked, while handing the blunt back.
He waved me off. “I’ll have Ebony bring me out here later on to get it.”
I hummed my reply, pulling out the driveway and headed straight to the warehouse.
***
Pulling into the loading dock of the warehouse, I drove inside. Right after I pulled in, a red Navigator drove in after me. King and I got out the car at the same time Tommy and his boy Lamar did the same.
I met Tommy through another buyer, he had a taste of that pure and wanted to
get on, but since I ain’t know him like that I had to do some research on the little nigga.
“What’s up, Blaze?” Tommy greeted with a tap to my fist.
I reached in my pocket, pulling out a baggy. “Everything, everything you know.” I replied back as Tommy tossed the baggy back to me.
“We good folks, I know you good. Them fiends out in Columbus go crazy for that shit,” Tommy commented. “Check it though, this nigga Perry out in Akron, we use to fuck with the same connect. Dude got ahold of one of my vials and wanted to know who I was coppin’ from. I ain’t tell him shit, I wanted to get at you first see what you think. I mean you ain’t take too easy or quick to put me on so I didn’t wanna be throwing yo name out, you know,” he informed while nodding toward his boy.
I looked down at my phone, checking the time. “Come on, what’s yo take on dude?” I asked him while walking to the back of my truck.
“I wouldn’t fuck with him if that’s what you asking. I mean, his team shystie as fuck and they mouth stay running,” advised Tommy.
“Then why the fuck you even bring that nigga up if yo ass wouldn’t fuck with ’em?” I spit out, mothafucka was stupid.
“I ain’t wanna seem like no hating ass cat, you know. Shid, if a nigga talkin’ ‘bout bringing money yo way I’ma give you word on it. If you take it then you do, if not then it’s that. At least I told you,” he finished saying with a shrug.
“Not all money is worth going after same with business. Shit, you wouldn’t fuck with it, don’t bring it to me. Understand?” The trunk opened as I explained to him.
“I got you, Lamar give him the bag. I put a little extra in there, to show my appreciation.”
My brows rose at that. “You on it like that you giving a nigga extra? King, you hear this shit?” Looking over at King we laughed.
“Damn, why you tryna play me? I mean, shit, I can take that fifty back home. Shid, a nigga still hungry.” Tommy rubbed his stomach, emphasizing being hungry.
Shaking my head, I laughed again. “Fifty thou, though? Damn. Shid, if you doing it like that to give me an extra fifty, I’ma have to bring yo young ass out here and put you to work.” Shid, I had some hungry young niggas, but they ass wasn’t molded with Tommy’s hungriness, not yet anyway. I still had work to do with my youngins.
“Same shit I’m thinkin. Fuck you find this little dude at?” King asked, sizing Tommy up.
“Shid, we met before I got locked up. When I got out he was with yo boy Mark and stepped to me about a week or so after I got home. After talkin’ to him, I went out to Ohio for two weeks to see how he and his boys get it. Now you see, nigga done gave me something extra in my bag.”
“Man, fuck you, Blaze. We out, though. It’s a five hour drive back home, traffic ‘bout gon’ be a bitch. Aye, you should come back down one day and kick it—” Tommy started saying, until Lamar cut him off.
“No the fuck he shouldn’t, them bitches still be asking ‘bout his ass. My main topper, every time that bitch came over she askin’ bout the big dude that came through with Tommy. I had to let her ass go, my dick still miss that bitch’s throat and that was about a month ago,” Lamar blurted out.
We broke out laughing.
“Hell yell, this big mothafucka come out there for two weeks and hoes still askin’ bout his ass like he done made this big ass impression on their lives and shit,” Tommy stated, shaking up with Lamar.
“Ain’t it, though?” Lamar agreed.
“Yeah, I’ma have to make a trip back down soon. I’ma bring my man’s with me though.” My head nodded in King’s direction.
Tommy nodded his head, looking at King then back to me. “Shid, he welcome my crib, yours. It ain’t shit but love my way. Good lookin’ though, Blaze man.” Shaking up, he gave a one armed hug.
“It’s good.”
“Yo, why you keep looking at yah phone fah? Got somewhere to be?” Lamar peeped, his gaze moved from my phone back to me.
“Fuck you little nigga, yo young ass wouldn’t understand,” I bluffed. Shid, I ain’t even understand this bullshit with Peaches ass. But what I did know was I needed to be there before her ass woke up. “We out though. And don’t be too quick to get rid of that shit either. Don’t come callin’ me in a week talkin’ ‘bout you need a re-up.” Starting up the truck, I closed the door then let the window down.
“I’ight, we gon’ link up soon, though, fly y’all niggas out to Columbus, Ohio.” Tommy called out as he walked around to his ride.
Nodding at him, I pulled off.
“Why the fuck my meeting can’t go this fuckin’ smooth? So you out there hoein’, huh? Peaches gon’ know about all this shit when I see her,” King said before sitting up straight. “Aye, that Krystal bitch just dumb, Peaches smashed that hoe,” King boasted, making me shake my head.
“Man, that bitch Krystal though, let me tell you what the fuck that bitch did.” After telling King what went down at Krystal’s crib, he was leaning against the door holding his stomach laughing.
“Wait, you popped that bitch cherry with yo fingers. Hell n’all. That bitch pushed down on purpose, fuck you thinkin?” King stated, the seriousness in his voice had me laughing. “Shid, I would’ve finished breakin’ her ass in.”
“I couldn’t fuck her, especially not after that shit she pulled at the Rex. I might not fuck that bitch, but her ass can blow me any day. Boss, Krystal throat be having a niggas toes curling. You should try it, yo.”
A hum left his mouth as a thoughtful look came across his face. “Shid, I plan on getting all in her guts. I gotda play good guy, though, gotda be that friend she can talk to, soothe that bitch first.”
Laughing, I grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder and lit it. “Do what you do, my nigga.” The conversation ended and I turned up the stereo, headed back to Anastasia to take King back to his truck.
***
Pulling up on the side of his all black Range Rover, I looked at the time again. Five forty-five a.m.
“Good lookin’, my nig,” I told him. After slapping hands we shook up.
King got out the truck and waved me off. “It ain’t shit, what you ‘bout to do now?” He asked, stretching.
“Shid, bout to go creep my ass in Peaches bed before she wake up,” I spoke honestly. Shid, wasn’t no point in lying. He wasn’t gon’ whoop my ass.
King shook his head before leaning on the door. “Yo, if you gon’ be fuckin’ with my sista, these hoes, my nigga, you gotda let them go or stop fuckin’ with her all together. She ain’t use to this shit. Hell, I don’t want her mixed up in this life period, but after seeing her go at ol’ girl, it look like her minds made up about yo ass. Don’t hurt my sista, otherwise we gon’ have problems, my nigga. School and work come first, know that. I don’t want her missing or skipping shit, I’ight?” The hostility in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but I got a sista so it was understandable.
“Peaches where it’s at for me, on some real shit, though. I mean, like yo ass, I’ma look, might even get blow, but at the end of the day Peaches where I wanna be. You might not like it, but that’s how it is. Plus, we ain’t official so it’s any other bitch game, right?” I joked.
The look he gave me was the dirtiest I’d ever seen King’s face contort into and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Nigga, you gon’ make me fuck you up,” he threatened.
Licking my lips, I inhaled the cigarette smoke, releasing it as I talked. “You can try it, my nigga, but I’m out. Peaches will be up in a minute, like I said I’m tryna get there before she wake up. I hear you, though. Aye, check this tho, when you get straight with yo bitch and leave these hoes alone, then I’ll take yo advice. Bet?” Dumping the ashes from the square, I hit it again.
“Nigga, fuck you. Ebony know I ain’t shit, though.” The serious look on his face had me laughing again.
“Yeah, i’ight, man. I’m gone, yo ass stupid. Close my fuckin’ door.” Laughing, he slammed my door, him doing so stopped my laughter. “Nigga, sl
am my fuckin’ door again.” Sticking up his middle finger, he hopped in his truck, starting it up. Once he did, I drove off, going straight to Peaches’ apartment, turning a half hour drive into a fifteen minute one as I sped all the way back to Gary.
***
I made it back to Peaches’ crib at ten after six. I unlocked the outside door then took the stairs by two, quickly making my way up to the third floor. I unlocked the door hoping she wasn’t awake. I didn’t wanna fight with her about where I’d been if she was. Just thinking that had me laughing to myself, Peaches’ little ass was most definitely unlike any chick I’d ever met. She had a little naiveté to her, even so, her ass was on point about every other thing.
Her ass fuck’d me up when she went at Krystal the way she did. The way she turned on my ass when she heard I fuck’d her, the crazed look she gave kinda scared my ass.
Peaches was the first chick to ever make me feel like that and now that she came to me, I couldn’t let her go.
When I walked fully into the apartment, not hearing anything, I let out a relieved breath while silently making my way to her room. Seeing her with her back to the door, still asleep, I kicked off my shoes, then pulled off my clothes before I climbed in bed with her. After getting comfortable, I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her to my chest.
Baby girl was different and had me feeling the hell outda her. I couldn’t promise not to fuck shit up, but I damn sho’ was gon’ try to keep her as long as I could.
Chapter 22
Peaches
“Blaze, stop before you make me fall.” I laughed as he kept pushing me toward the edge of the bed. “Blaze—”
“Then get yo ass up man, I’m hungry as hell,” he said, and a thought came to me. Rolling on top of him I pecked his lips before kissing my way to his ear, biting on his lobe.
“If you’re that hungry, I got something you can eat.”