“Case, we’ve been beeping you all night,” the young man said nervously, appearing worried.
“My beeper’s in the car. What’s good?” Case asked, giving his worker his full attention.
“The spot over in Inglewood got robbed. They took us for thirty thousand dollars,” the guy said, leaning close to Case’s ear so that he could be heard over the music.
Case saw red as he thought about how he had just taken a loss. Case wouldn’t have cared what the amount had been. Big or small, he wanted every dime of what he was owed. I’m going to have to make a believer out of a nigga, he thought angrily as he thought of how he was going to make an example out of whoever had tried to test him.
He walked over to Macy and calmly put his hand on his shoulder. “Somebody hit the spot. We’ve got to go,” Case stated.
Macy’s mood instantly transformed and his trigger finger began to itch as he followed Case out of the club. Although Fatima didn’t know what was going on, she could tell from the look on Case’s face that playtime was over. She was a hustler’s wife and was well aware of the ups and down that came with being on the arms of men like Case and Macy. She followed their lead and walked out of the club without asking questions. Macy’s lady didn’t go so easily however.
“Why are we leaving? What’s going on?” she asked annoyingly.
“It’s better not to ask questions,” Fatima whispered as she looped her arm inside of the girl’s and they walked side by side behind their men.
Tension was thick as Case hit the top of his roof. “How the fuck anybody even know where that spot at?” he hissed.
“How much they take us for?” Macy asked, trying to remain rational, although his temper was flaring more and more by the second.
“Thirty,” Case replied.
Macy paced back and forth as he grilled the young hustler who had delivered the news. With a lawyer’s flair, Macy did everything to catch the kid up, but his story was consistent, and Macy finally concluded that he had nothing to do with the robbery.
“We’ve got to handle this tonight,” Macy stated.
“I’ll take care of it,” Case stated.
“What?” Macy shouted.
“Take the girls home. I’ve got it,” Case replied. He knew that his boy was ready to go legit, and he didn’t want to complicate things by pulling him further and further in the game. The more you played, the harder it was to quit, and Case was trying to be supportive of Macy’s decision.
Macy approached Case and stood face to face with him. “We’re in this shit together, bro. What if you need my trigger?” he asked.
“I won’t. I’m not going to put any major plays down without you. I’m just going to find out what the fuck is going on. Make sure the girls get in safe and wait for my call. I’ll fill you in so that you don’t miss a beat,” Case stated. They slapped hands and Macy patted Case’s back.
“You be careful, fam,” Macy said.
Case nodded, kissed Fatima, and then hopped into his car, speeding out of the lot.
Macy ushered the ladies to his car and sped off, riding in silence as his anger boiled inside of him. He gritted his teeth and checked his pager anxiously to make sure that Case hadn’t called him.
Fatima sat in the backseat, her mind spinning as tension ate away at the atmosphere inside the car. She knew that Macy would never speak about business in front of his new friend, but she desperately wanted to know what was going on. She had been around since before Macy or Case ever even knew what crack cocaine looked like, so she knew that he would put her up on game as soon as his girl was out of the car.
“I’m going to my mother’s place out in Pasadena, so you might as well drop me off last,” Fatima stated.
Macy looked at her curiously in the rearview mirror. He knew that her mother was deceased,m but didn’t object as he dropped off his date first.
“I’ll call you later,” Macy said as he pulled up to her house.
Slightly vexed that she was being dropped off before Fatima, the girl smacked her lips and slammed the door as she got out of the car. Macy didn’t even wait until the girl was safely inside before he pulled off.
“Nice girl,” Fatima said sarcastically. She had been waiting all night to get on Macy for his choice in women.
He laughed slightly, knowing that Fatima was bourgeoisie. Case had created a monster when he had spoiled her. She was high maintenance and didn’t like to fraternize with other women who weren’t on her level. “You’re a trip, ma,” he replied.
“I’m just saying,” she said as she smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “Now you gonna tell me what’s going on or what?”
“Some niggas ran into one of the trap houses,” Macy replied.
“Well, you know I’m going home with you. I’m not sitting by the phone at my place waiting for Case to call me. I want to be there when he contacts you. I have to know that he’s all right,” she said.
He could tell from the determined look on Fatima’s face that it wasn’t up for debate. He had known her long enough to know that he had no wins in an argument with her, so he gave in and headed to his place.
As Macy pulled up to his Hollywood condo, Fatima was impressed. Although Case was getting it, he had yet to let go of the hood, living in the heart of Long Beach. Macy, on the other hand, had stepped into the major leagues and was living well in the condo he was renting.
“I’m surprised you’re even bringing me here,” Fatima stated, knowing that no one even knew where Macy resided.
“What, you gonna rob me?” he asked, only half joking as he unlocked his door and welcomed her inside.
She stepped inside and was taken aback at how well his place was decorated. It was a far cry from the bachelor pad that Case lived in.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Don’t let me find out you’re materialistic,” he stated, giving her a hard time.
She hit his shoulder with her clutch and then walked over to his leather sectional and took a seat.
“Can I get a drink or something?” she asked.
He pointed to the mini-bar in the kitchen and said, “Help yourself and use the phone in the kitchen to page Case. I’m going to go clean up a little bit.”
Fatima paged Case and then fixed herself a drink as she waited patiently for the phone to ring. She nosily looked around for a woman’s touch, but surprisingly found none.
She couldn’t understand how a good catch like Macy was not spoken for. He and Case were the most sought-after young hustlers in Long Beach. While most were into the gang set, Case and Macy weren’t into any color besides green. Every girl in the hood wanted a piece of them.
When Macy reentered the room, he was dressed in baggy gray sweat pants and a white V-neck T-shirt. Although he looked relaxed, she could see the stress in his frowned brow line.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m good, ma. I’m just feeling kind of fucked up. It’s nights like this that make me feel guilty about leaving Case to hold things down by himself,” he said.
“By himself? You’re getting out?” she asked in shock.
He nodded his head and sat down across from her. “Entering school in the fall.”
“School? Really?” she commented. She would have never suspected a hood nigga like Macy to have any ambition outside of the streets. “Interesting.”
“You sound surprised,” he replied.
“No, I just think that’s good. Not a lot of brothers from Long Beach would be willing to give up all of this to put their head in a textbook,” she said.
“You sound like your man. You think I’m stupid,” Macy said.
“I think that it’s attractive,” Fatima replied honestly.
“The type of power I want transcends Long Beach. I know what it feels like to run a block. Now I want to know what it feels like to run boardrooms. I’ve conquered the streets. Now I’m trying to take on the world.”
Fatima was impressed by Macy’s intellig
ence, and she realized that there were many layers to the young hustler before her. Case had a one-track mind, but Macy was multi-faceted and he was showing her a side to him that made her look at him in a new light.
The phone finally rang, and Macy went to answer it. Knowing that very few people had the number, he expected it to be Case.
“Fuck took you so long to call me, fam? Your girl is over here worried sick about you,” Macy stated.
“I thought you were gonna drop her home for me,” Case stated.
“Wasn’t no shaking loose from your broad, fam. You know how Tima is. Until she heard that you were safe, she wasn’t budging out of my car,” Macy replied.
Case chuckled slightly at his girlfriend’s stubborn nature then replied, “Tell her everything’s good. It’s a thousand mu’fuckas over here with a thousand different stories. Don’t worry about it though. You know we ain’t taking no L’s. We got eyes everywhere. Anybody spend a little bit of dough the next few weeks and we’ll know who is behind it. Niggas is signing their own death certificates for sneaker money,” Case said angrily.
“Don’t make no moves tonight. Play it smart, Case,” he replied.
“No doubt, baby. I’ll fill you in more tomorrow,” Case answered. “Tell Tima she can take her ass home now. As a matter of fact, take her to my crib and tell her I’ll be home in the morning.”
Macy hung up the phone and turned to an eager Fatima. “What did he say?” she asked.
“Everything’s good. He’s good. I’ma drop you at his place. He’ll be there in the morning,” Macy responded.
“The morning?” she shot back. “I don’t want to be at his house in the middle of the hood by myself until morning! Can I stay here for a few hours? I hate being there without him. Somebody might try and steal me or something.”
Macy couldn’t help but laugh at her arrogance. “Girl, don’t nobody want you,” he stated as he poured a drink of his own. He brought the entire bottle over to his sitting area and then refilled Fatima’s glass.
“Everybody want this in one way or another,” she said as she sipped the alcohol and smiled sexily. “Bitches want to be me, and niggas want to be with me.”
Macy couldn’t argue with her because they both knew that what she was saying was true. She was queen bee around their way. From her beautiful exterior to her confident interior, she was envied by most.
“You’re a pretty girl,” Macy complimented, causing Fatima to smile. “But your arrogance is a turn-off.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, her smile fading into an embarrassing frown.
“You’re not humble. Humility is sexy. All that grandstanding you do is too flashy. Everybody already knows your name. You don’t have to be so loud in order for people to see you and respect your position,” Macy schooled.
Slightly embarrassed that Macy had called her out, she quickly looked away from him. No man had ever made her feel so insecure. She sat in front of him searching for something to say. Usually she prided herself on being confident, but Macy was the first person in her life to make her see how shallow she could be.
“I didn’t know I came across like that,” she whispered. “So tell me, Macy Sigel. What type of girl do you like? Since you claim I’m overconfident, you probably like them insecure and dependent on you, huh?” she asked. “When’s the last time you even had a for-real girlfriend anyway? I’ve never seen you be serious about any girl. All of these chicks that be chasing after you and you haven’t chosen one yet? What’s the deal with that?” she asked nosily.
Macy sat back on his couch, throwing one hand on the back as he kicked his leg out in front of him. He sipped his drink. “You ask a lot of questions,” Macy said playfully. “Come on, let me drop you off before it gets too late.”
“You dodge a lot of questions,” Fatima replied with a smile. “You can get on me, but when it’s my turn, you’re ready to wrap up the conversation and send me packing.”
He chuckled softly. “It ain’t like that, ma.”
“Hmm, hmm,” she said doubtfully. Suddenly she stood to her feet and walked past him as she headed toward the mini-bar.
“What you doing?” he asked.
“I’m looking foooorrr ...” She searched the bar until she located the bottle of tequila. “This!” she finished as she turned toward him while holding up the bottle and two shot glasses with a devilish grin.
“What you gon’ do with that? You don’t know nothing about that,” he answered.
“I tell you what, Macy. Let’s play a game. I make a statement about you, and if it’s true, you take a shot of tequila. If it’s false, I take a shot,” she proposed.
“I’m not into games,” Macy shot back as he shook his head and enjoyed the mature cognac he was drinking. “Besides, I don’t mix my alcohol. I’m already off this,” he said, holding up his glass.
Completely ignoring him, Fatima carried the bottle back to the couch and sat directly next to him. She set up two shots and then sat back, tucking one foot beneath her bottom as she faced her body toward him.
“You like ghetto girls. That’s why you brought little miss hot-ass mess to the club with you tonight,” Fatima said. She held up one shot, and he nodded his head.
“You might as well kill that because that’s false, baby girl,” he answered.
She closed her eyes and poured the liquid down her throat. She cringed as she felt it warm her as it traveled down her throat. “Ooh,” she whispered before bursting into laughter. “You want to ask a question, or you want me to keep going?” she asked.
He smiled at her, finding the game quite amusing. “Go ahead.”
“Okay,” she said, tapping her temple as if she were in deep thought. “You’re not as cold-hearted as the streets think you are.”
Macy had an intimidating reputation in the streets and because of his high body count at the young age of twenty, many people feared him. Fatima wasn’t buying it though. She could tell from the look in his eyes that there was more to him; he just didn’t share it with everyone. “In fact, I’ma go as far as to say that you don’t love the game at all. It’s just a means to an end for you.”
Her line of questioning was much deeper than he had anticipated, and he looked her in the eyes for a long time before he finally reached for the shot glass and emptied it in his mouth. She had struck a nerve with him.
“Okay, my turn,” he said. He poured two new shots and then continued. “If Case was a broke nigga, you wouldn’t be with him.”
His question caught her completely off guard, and her chin dropped to her chest. “So you think I’m a gold digger?” she asked, her feelings hurt. “After all these years I’ve known you ...”
“I’m curious,” he said. “You tell me what the answer is.”
Fatima picked up the shot and then leaned over and squeezed the sides of Macy’s face with one hand, opening his mouth. She slowly poured it inside, laughing as she watched some of it drip down the sides of his mouth. “Sorry to tell you, Macy, but you’re wrong about me.”
“I was wrong about that one statement. I have a hundred more,” he replied.
The two went back and forth asking question after question, getting lit as they each consumed their fair share of alcohol. They were surprised at the revelations they uncovered about each other by playing such a trivial game, and they learned a lot about one another, sharing things with each other that they had never told anyone else.
Before they knew it, it was four o’clock in the morning and they were both toasted and laughing hysterically.
“I never knew you were so cool,” Fatima admitted. “You’re so serious most of the time. I like this part of you.”
“I like this part of you, ma, the down-to-earth Tima. You’re like my nigga right now,” he answered.
She arched an eyebrow and said, “Oh, your nigga, huh?” She lifted the bottle of tequila that was mostly empty and then poured the last shot. “Okay, we have enough for one more round. Do you want to answer the questio
n, or do you want me to?”
“Go ahead,” he answered as his head fell back onto the couch, his body completely loose.
“I’ll bet,” she started as she closed the gap between them and climbed into his lap, “you have a big”—she planted a kiss on his neck—“long”—she wrapped her arms around his neck—“juicy dick,” she finished as her lips found his and her tongue eased into his mouth. His dick instantly bricked and confirmed her statement.
“What are you doing, Tima?” he asked as he tried to pry her hands from around his neck. “You know this ain’t right.”
She reached down and put her hand inside his sweatpants and massaged his hard penis. “Ooh, but I wasn’t lying, was I, Macy?” she asked. She retrieved the shot and fed him the tequila, moaning as she pressed her pussy against the bulge in his pants and began to hump him slowly.
“Oh shit, ma,” he whispered. Her thick body felt so good pressed against his, but he knew that they were both intoxicated. This lusty encounter was nothing but the result of two attractive people having too much to drink.
“Stop, stop, ma,” he whispered aloud, while silently cursing knowing that he wanted nothing more than to get things popping with his best friend’s girl.
“Play the game, Macy. It’s just a game. It’s your turn,” Fatima whispered as her tongue ran up and down his neck. She could feel Macy’s dick growing and pulsating from her seduction. She was wet, and her pussy dripped in anticipation.
“Game’s over, ma. We all out of liquor,” Macy replied weakly, his tone husky and his eyes low from the effect of the liquor. He felt himself getting ready to cross the line. His dick was too hard and his head was too cloudy to talk himself off the edge.
Fatima stopped kissing him, stood to her feet, and then unzipped the side of her dress, stepping out of it. She stood in front of him wearing only her black panties and bra. “Then I guess we have to play for something else,” she responded.
Macy sat back and watched as she unclasped her bra, freeing her D-cup breasts. Her brown nipples were large and erect, making his mouth water. Her breasts sat up so nicely that they bounced beautifully as she shimmied out of her tiny panties. He tried to think with his brain, but all of the blood in his body was rushing elsewhere. He had been with a lot of women, but Fatima by far was the most stunning chick he had ever seen. Her body was beautiful; even the minor stretch marks on the sides of her wide hips were flawless.
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