“I know, but I been busy. I’m coming home tonight.”
“Busy? Azir you don’t have no damn job, so what you busy doing?”
“C’mon Ma. I’m out here. I’ll see you later.”
Dang! Mom dukes be ridin’ the fuck outta me, I thought as I took a few pulls out of the blunt. She needs to lighten up a little.
I pulled up at shawty’s house; I made sure I parked in the back. I locked my ride, walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Girl, you better stop playin’.”
She opened the door, looking radiant as usual, except for the attitude on her face. I walked past her and headed to the living room.
“I’ve been calling you for days. You ‘ont pick up yo’ phone, but here you are popping up and shit.”
“Yo B, I been busy. I told you when I’m in the streets I can’t focus on no personal shit.”
“Boy whatever! You ain’t working twenty-four hours a day. I’m not goin’ keep being ya fool. The only time I see you is when you want pussy.”
“Ma, go ahead wit’ all that. I a man, get pussy pon the regular, so it can’t be that. I’m really digging you.”
“Oh when I met you, you claimed you didn’t have anyone, but now you claiming you get pussy on the regular. You are a fucking liar and a cheater.”
“Yo, shut up! I ain’t come over here fo’ all that. Come ride this dick fo’ me.”
“Nah, fuck you. You betta call one of them bitches you be fucking. I’m good.”
“That’s how you feel? Cool I’m out.” I got up to leave.
She jumped in front of me and put her hand on my chest to ease me back.
“So you just goin’ leave like that?”
“Quit playing wit’ me. I’m diggin’ you, but I can’t take all this bitching. Shut the fuck up sometimes; maybe then, a nigga will come around mo’.”
“You ain’t got to keep talking crazy to me.” She shoved me.
“Come here girl.” I snatched her little ass up.
I put her down on the couch and slid off the little dress that she was wearing. To my surprise, shawty didn’t have on any drawers. This bitch had a bad-ass body, firm breasts, and fat pussy.
“Come here.” I pulled her head down to my waist.
She knew what time it was, ‘cause she took my dick out and immediately went to work. The head was like that and I felt the urge to cum, but I held back. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her up and turned her around. I slid my dick into her slippery pussy.
“Aargh, aargh,” I growled as I entered her.
“Baby, take your time,” she begged.
“Man, yo’ pussy too fucking good. I can’t take mi time.” I thrust my dick deep up in the hole that had a tight grip on my dick. It didn’t take long for me to bust all up inside of her.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
“Damn, you just bust in me.”
“Man, I fucked up! Tell me you’re on the pill!”
“Hell no! I ain’t on no pill!”
“Well I smoke too much ganja; my sperm count is weak.”
“It better be, ‘cause I’m not ready for no baby. I got three more years of college to go.”
“I feel you on that.”
I swear my ass whispered a silent prayer to Jah; I wasn’t ready to be no daddy. Besides, I didn’t want my seed to go through the things that I went through—no mom or pops around.
I went into the bathroom to clean myself off. While in there I heard shawty on the phone, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Shit, she must be bragging about this dick whipping she got, I thought and smiled.
I got dressed and kissed her on the forehead; I was ‘bout to bounce.
“Damn nigga, all you do is come fuck and leave.”
“Yo, I got moves to make; I’ll be back later Ma.”
“Whatever; one of these fucking days, I ain’t go be here when you come knocking.”
“Girl, yo’ ass ain’t nowhere. You know you love this dick,” I joked.
“Keep thinking that shit,” she said before she slammed the door in my face.
Her ass is tripping, I thought as I walked down the stairs. I looked down for a quick second as I fumbled around in my pocket, trying to retrieve my keys.
“Nigga, don’t move,” a dude’s voice said as he stuck a pistol in my back.
“I ain’t moving my nigga.”
I was caught slipping; I knew it was too late to grab my burner off my waist.
“Lemme get this off you.” He took my gun off my waist.
I stood there, thinking about going at this nigga, but his gun was aimed at me and I didn’t want to risk getting shot.
“Yo partna. Empty yo’ pockets and let’s take a lil’ walk over to yo’ ride.”
“Fo’ what? Ain’t shit in my ride, but dig into my pocket; I got a stack.”
“Nah fuck that. Let’s go or I’ll splatter your fucking brain all over the sidewalk.”
“A’ight brethren. I’m parked in the back.”
My mind was racing; I had no idea, what the plan was—I didn’t know if the nigga was tryna kill me. I walked toward my ride, with this bitch-ass nigga right behind me; his gun was still poking me in the back.
“Yo brethren, what’s yo’ beef wit’ me?”
“Ain’t no beef partna. Do what I ask and e’erything will be cool. You feel me? Lemme get them keys.”
The nigga got in my face, but what surprised me was this fool wasn’t wearing a mask. I recognized his face, from somewhere. Just wasn’t sure as to where.
“Damn partna, I though you ain’t had nothin’ in here. Look what I found.”
My heart sank, because I already knew what was in there; it was some work and ‘bout ten stacks that I was supposed to drop off.
He grabbed the work and the money and threw my keys on the ground. A car pulled up and he took off running with my burner and jumped into the car.
I picked up my keys and jumped in my ride. My first instinct was to follow them, but it was useless; I didn’t have no heat on me. I dialed Jah T’s number.
“Yo, wha gwaan mi linky?”
“Yo, you wouldn’t believe this. I just got robbed!”
“Wha di bloodclaat, yuh a sey?” he yelled.
“Yo, mi was leaving outta di yankee gyal down on Rockbridge house and a bwoy creep up behind me and stick him gun inna mi back.”
“Man wha the fuck? Did yuh si di bwoy face? Dat pussyhole dead.”
“I know I seen this nigga somewhere before, just can’t place it.”
“Well fuck it, yuh already know wey we need fi do.”
“No doubt! I’ma leave from ‘round here. Where yuh at?”
“At the spot. I’ma call the other fellas.”
“Bet. I’m on the way.”
“Aiight, one.”
I turned on my truck and pulled off, but before I exited the sub-division, I looked up and saw that bitch peeping through her blinds. I could’ve sworn I peeped a smirk on her face; I kept on going, but I made a mental note to follow up on that.
***
By the time I got to N. Hairston, all my niggas were present at the stash house.
“Yo, what’s good fam?” I gave them daps.
“Yo mi just hear wha gwaan. You good fam?” Trevor asked.
“I and I still a breathe. Trust mi di bwoy ketch mi a slip. I was too late to grab my burner. Dawg, I fucked up.”
“What I don’t get is how dis nigga know to get at you? I think it’s that bitch.”
“Yuh know what, a di same ting I was thinking about on mi way ova ya. I heard the bitch pon di phone when I went to piss, but by the time mi cum out, she hang up. Didn’t tink nothin’ ‘bout it until now.”
“The bitch set you up, plain and simple.”
I’d already thought about that, but to hear those words from my niggas, only confirmed it for me. I wondered how stupid this bitch could be. She knew she could get anything from me;
it wasn’t nothing for me to drop a couple stacks on her. This bitch done fucked up!
“Yo, roll up a blunt.”
“Yo son, I told you before, these hoes are worse than the ones back home. These bitches ain’t loyal. It could’ve been worse, you could’ve lost yo’ life behind some pussy. You gots to be mo’ careful.”
“I feel you, but that nigga chose the wrong vic. Trust mi, he’s a walking dead right ‘bout now.”
I took a long pull of the ganja; I closed my eyes as it hit my brain.
“A’ight, so fuck all that. Bottom line is that bitch set you up. She and that nigga got to be dealt with. Can’t let this slide, ‘cause that’s opening up room for other lame-ass niggas to get at us.”
“I feel you brethren. These niggas will learn.”
We continued drinking, chasing blunts after blunts and discussing business. I was tryna decide how to break the news to them that I was gonna be out soon.
“Yo brethren, I had a rough day so I’ma ‘bout to head to Mom dukes. I’ll get up wit’ y’all niggas in the a.m.”
“Stay up son,” Jah T said.
I walked out the door and jumped in my ride, heading for home. I was tired as fuck and needed to take a shower. I ain’t goin’ lie, going home was overbearing at times. Mom dukes stayed riding me about shit. I hope she ain’t home, I thought as I opened the front door.
I walked in, took my shoes off and headed straight for the stairs.
“Azir, is that you?” Jeanette’s voice startled me.
So much for coming home and heading straight to the shower.
“Yeah Nana. It’s me.”
“Boy you had me and yo’ mother worried to death.”
“Nana, y’all worry too much.” I turned around and walked toward the living room.
“Foolishness! There’s no such thing as worrying too much. These streets are deadly.”
“Tell me about it,” I replied and sighed.
“Sit down, I made some tuna salad.”
“Nana, I’m beat. I’m ‘bout to head upstairs.”
“Azir, sit down,” she sternly said.
“A’ight chill out woman.”
I knew it was some shit about to be said. I sat beside her on the couch.
“You know I’m the last person to get into yo’ business, but you in the streets and heading down the wrong road. You ain’t fooling me, I know what you doing out there. You leave out and gone for days, no sleep, come in here with the same outfit on for days. Trust me; I done messed around with a few hustlers back in my day, so I know one when I see one.” She looked me dead in the eyes.
“Ha ha, Nana you trippin’.”
“Nah, I’m not. I know you grown and all, but think about what can happen in those streets and how it’s gonna tear yo’ mother apart. She already broken from losing yo’ daddy. Don’t let her lose her only child too,” she pleaded while tears flowed from her eyes.
“Nana chill out. I’m not in the street like that. So you and Ma ain’t got nothing to worry ‘bout.”
“Azir, I’ve been on this earth way longer than you. I’ve seen too many deaths, too many mothers holding their stomachs and crying over the loss of their child. You are way too smart for this. Yo’ father lost his life to those same streets. Take heed.”
“Nana trust me; I’ve heard these stories about pops since I was a little yute, but the truth is, the streets didn’t kill pops, the police killed him.” I got up and walked away.
“Owee,” I said, as I flopped down on my bed.
I missed laying up in it. I couldn’t wait to make more money so I could live comfortably. Yes, it’s true pops left me enough paper to last a lifetime, but I wanted my own, from my own sweat. Plus, that was chump change compared to the amount of money I wanted to make.
After the incident earlier, I definitely needed to be more on point. I could’ve lost my life. I couldn’t afford that, I had too much left to do in this fucked-up world, I thought before I dozed off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Azir Jackson
I was up at the crack of dawn, fuck sleeping; I could do that when I’m dead. I got dressed, because I had an early morning meeting with the P.I. He sounded eager to help, so let’s see what he got for me.
It’s been weeks; I was itching to hear some good news. The closer I got to our meeting spot, the more nervous I started to feel. Man what the fuck, I’ve waited for this my entire life and I was seconds away from getting the info. I pulled my ride close to where he was parked. I got out and walked hurriedly over to him.
“Whaddup my man.” I gave him dap.
“Mr. Salmon, how you doing?”
I almost asked who the fuck was Mr. Salmon, but quickly caught myself. I’d given him that name when we first spoke on the phone. I had to make sure I didn’t slip up in any way.
“I’m good. I see you smilin’ and shit, so I take it you got something good fo’ me.”
“Of course. I think we hit the lottery. Not only did I find your lady friend, but I also found her old bunk mate.”
The anticipation was killing me. “Spit it out rude bwoy.”
He went on to give me all the info that I needed and some extra. He found out that her home girl was right here in Atlanta. This woman was gonna be my number-one focus until my goal was accomplished.
“Good looking out bro. I ‘preciate you,” I said, before I dropped ten stacks on his car seat.
I watched as his eyes lit up.
“Brother man, thank you. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Yeah, fo’ sho and yeah, I do need one thing.”
“What’s that; name it, you got it.”
“Your complete silence.”
“You got it. My lips are sealed.”
“Yeah, I know.” I pulled out my Glock and shot him in the head.
“Now I know fo’ sho,” I mumbled to myself.
I snatched the money off the seat and glanced around to make sure no one was in sight. The coast was clear, so I jumped in my truck and slowly pulled out from behind the abandoned building on Walker Road. I looked down at my clothes to make sure there was no evidence of blood. I then lit up a blunt and took a few pulls. My phone started ringing and I looked down to see it was the one bitch that I didn’t want to hear from.
“Yo!”
“That’s how you answer the phone?”
“No B! But I’m in the middle of something.”
“I haven’t heard anything from you since you came over and fucked me.”
“Yeah, like I said before, I’m in the middle of doing shit. I’ll be through there to holla at you later.” I hung up the phone before she could say another word.
My anger skyrocketed at the sound of that bitch’s voice. I ain’t forgot ‘bout her ass setting me up, I was tryna get shit in order. I didn’t want to rush and make a move that could possibly get me killed or locked up.
***
I found the chick named Natasha, using the info that ole dude gave me. Shit, I found her right on Facebook. I didn’t even do that social media shit, but this was necessary. The bitch must have been hard up for dick ‘cause soon after I friended her, we started kicking it in the inbox. I expressed to her that I liked her and would love to meet her; without hesitation, she invited me to her crib.
I got me a rental from one of my links. I couldn’t risk getting caught up in my personal vehicle. This bitch stayed on the west side on Campbellton Road. This was a known drugs and homicide area. I done heard some stories from my homies, so I usually stayed away from that area.
I pulled up at the house on the corner. The building looked abandoned. I wasn’t feeling it, but I had no choice. I took my burner out of the glove compartment, and made sure I had a full clip. I also took out an extra clip and slipped it in my pocket. I stuck my gun in my waist and got out the car. I dialed her number as I walked toward the house.
“Hello.”
“I’m outside, you not goin’ let me in?”
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bsp; “Sure, I’m coming right now.”
She must’ve run to the door, because it popped open within seconds.
“Hey there, Lonzo. Come on in.”
“Whaddup Ma.” I had to bring myself to say that shit; actually the bitch reminded me of the chick that played in the movie Precious.
I stepped inside the house and looked around to peep out my environment.
“Sit down. I’m happy that I finally get a chance to meet you,” she smiled.
“You have no idea. The feeling is mutual.”
“Yeah, I usually don’t do this, but I swear I’m feeling you. I’ve never felt like this over no dude that I’ve never met before.”
“I understand. Come on over here and show me some love.”
I stood up, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down. All that was left was my wood hanging.
“Damn! I th—th—thought…,” she stuttered.
“I mean we grown, we’re into each other so why not?” I ain’t goin’ lie, I didn’t want to fuck her fat ugly ass, but I knew in order to get her where I wanted her, I had to do something; I settled with the head.
“I know; I just didn’t want you to think I was no freak.”
“Shit, I ain’t no lil’ boy. Fuck all that, c’mon gi mi some a dat bomb head, you be talkin’ ‘bout.” Before I could finish my sentence, shawty was already on her knees.
I had no idea how her big ass got down there that fast. Within seconds, her ass was devouring my wood. She sucked it like she ain’t ate in weeks. I ain’t goin’ front, it felt good as fuck, especially when she deep-throated it. I ain’t never met a bitch before that could take all of my wood in her mouth. I bust in no time, yeah, I ain’t pull out; instead I let all my seed flow out down her throat. She swallowed every last drop and cleaned my wood off with her tongue.
“Damn shawty, you a beast.”
“Shit, I might not know how to do anything else, but I know how to suck a good dick. Trust that.”
“I hear you Ma. Where is the bathroom?”
“The first door on the left.”
I cleaned myself off and washed my hands. That was some fire head, I thought as I walked back into the living room.
“I cooked; do you want something to eat?”
“No I’m good, but I need to holla at you ‘bout some serious shit.”
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