“For real?” I mumbled, as I reached for my phone and scrolled through my text messages.
“For sho’.” He leaned forward, kissing the back of my neck.
Underneath my skin was crawling. “My mama keep texting me, telling me to come home.” I lied. My damn mama worked the overnight shift that night, and thought that I was at home already.
“Damn, mama. I thought that we could chill a little longer this time.” He rubbed my thigh.
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
He tilted his head. “Now, you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
“No.” I stared at my phone, while his eyes burned a hole through me.
“Alright, but you must be catching the bus home. I got to get up early in the morning to go to work. So, I got the room, until the morning.” He yawned, suddenly tired. “Here.” He laid fifty dollars on the bed. “That’s a little change for you.”
I frowned, as he nestled underneath the covers. His bitch ass had promised me a hundred dollars the last time I saw him. That wasn’t even enough to pay my entire cell phone bill. “Mr. Cee, where’s the rest at?” I eyed the money.
“That’s all I got.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.
I frowned, as my blood boiled. “But this aint what we agreed upon.”
He opened one eye. “We didn’t agree on shit.”
“And what that mean?” I pressed, as I turned to face him, placing a hand on my hip.
“It means that I didn’t have to give you shit. I call myself looking out for you. You talking like I’m your trick or something. I don’t pay for pussy.” he stated arrogantly. This bullshit, old muthafucka really thought that he was still that nigga.
I scrounged up like something stunk. That funky ass muthafucka had me all the way fucked up. You see, I be playing wit these hoe ass niggas. You let the older niggas think they have a sweet innocent young girl on their hands. That shit turns their perverted asses out, because I truly believe that some niggas get off by fucking younger girls. But this broad here had lost her innocence long before she’d heard of a Mr. Cee. When it came to my money the games were off.
“Yeah, you pay for pussy, and I better get my muthafuckin’ money!” I spazzed, as I snatched the lil’ hot fifty dollars off the bed. “The fuck you thank this is?”
Mr. Cee scooted up in the bed, and glared at me. “Bitch, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!”
“You know what…” I hurriedly snatched my clothes off the floor and redressed, “Fuck this.” I verbalized.
He didn’t say a word, as I stepped into my Jordans. He sat with a smirk, as if he’d won, not realizing who he was dealing with. With the swiftness of a gazelle, a swooped up his wallet that had fallen on the floor. I believed he didn’t even know that it was on the floor since it was originally sitting on the table. It really didn’t matter, though, as I bolted for the door, leaving his naked ass in the bed.
Once I’d made it safely to the first floor I glanced back to see if he’d given chase. His simple ass had just slammed the room door shut, not realizing what I’d done. Coincidentally, I was standing right next to his SUV. My eyes quickly searched the perimeter, until they landed on a piece of loose concrete. With payback on my mind, I snatched the slab of rock up, and slammed it into the driver’s window. The glass shattered, creating a ruckus, but I was gone with the wind.
Never looking back, I ran off the motel’s premises. Just my luck a bus was approaching a bus stop I was running past. I conveniently boarded the metro bus, getting the fuck out of dodge. I was huffing and puffing, as I took a seat at the back of the bus. Once I caught my breath I decided to see what Mr. Cee had in his wallet.
Man, it had to be my lucky day. That stingy bastard must’ve gotten paid that day, because he had a cool seven hundred dollars, and it was all mine. I bet he regretted not giving me what he owed now.
Chapter 2
Kaydoa
“Aye, that bitch ass nigga don’t know what hit him.”
“Hell naw.” I smiled, as I thumbed through the money we’d just won for. I gave my boy, Lil’ Hurt some dap.
“I’m going straight to the mall.” He boasted.
“Ya feel me?” I nodded my head, as we both sat in my Impala that was parked at the back of his mama’s house. “I’ma go get them Jay’s and shit wit half, and the other half I’m rescoring. I need some work like yesterday, nigga.”
“Hell yeah.” He agreed, before continuing his count.
We’d just hit up this local nobody named Thump. He was moving a little something out of his house, and we’d just took him for it all. So far we’d counted about four grand, and we was cool with that. That nigga wasn’t doing anything major, but we was fucking hungry. Starving really. Shit, I wasn’t too proud. Any little helped.
“Say, them Jay’s do come out today, huh?” Lil’ Hurt remembered.
“Yeah.” I nodded, as I hit the blunt. “I might as well go to the mall. Fuck sleep.” I shrugged. It was damn near seven in the morning, and the sun was rising. I wasn’t one to sleep much in the day time. If you was looking for me you could find me hustling on the block.
“Yeah, and I bet you gonna swing by and pick up Farrah’s ass too, huh?”
I took a long toke off the weed. “So, what if I am?”
Hurt shook his head. “That bitch is gonna end up spending all that money. You aint gonna even have enough to rescore with.”
I frowned. “You take me for some pussy ass nigga?”
“Nigga, you know that hoe of yours be draining the shit out of you. So, stop bullshitting ya self.”
“Yeah okay.” I blew out smoke. I wasn’t gonna go back and forth with him about my bitch. He could think whatever the fuck he wanted. Yeah, Farrah always had her hand out, but what chick didn’t? Lil’ mama was always begging for something, and I tried to accommodate her whenever I could. Anything to keep her lil’ pretty ass smiling.
Yeah, I was a little infatuated with my gal, but so what? She was a yellow bone with light brown eyes, and a slender body. Her dream was to become a model, and I think my Boo had what it took. Her mama had spoiled her rotten so she stayed fly, and any nigga dealing with her was going to take care of her. She didn’t accept anything less.
I’d snatched Farrah’s ass up almost two years earlier, and niggas was constantly hounding her, trying to steal my position. Her ass was a bit sneaky, but she’d stayed down with a nigga. Even during some of the brokest times I’d experienced she remained there, so fuck what a hater had to say.
“That’s real talk.” He rubbed his hands together. “I fucks with your cousin, but a nigga aint about to give it all to her. You be putting too much trust in these hoes.”
Trust? I didn’t know what the fuck that nigga was talking about. I didn’t trust my got damn self, so how in the fuck was I gonna trust some bitch? I aint put shit past nobody. Me doing lil shit for my gal didn’t mean that I trusted her ass. Shit, she was a representation of me, and I wanted her to shine on these hoes out here. That was it. When niggas saw her walking down the street they’d know that’s me.
“Don’t misunderstand me, my nigga. I know that a hoe is gonna be a hoe. I just don’t see nothing wrong with looking out for ya main bitch.”
“Yeah, but why is she your main bitch, though? I mean, she aint got no ass, and the hoe talk too much shit. I don’t know what the fuck you see in her.”
I shrugged again. “That’s how you feel.”
He waved his head. “Whatever, nigga. I don’t care what you say. That no-ass having hoe wouldn’t get a penny out of me, and that’s on my hood.”
******
“Kaydoa, look.” Farrah pointed. “Can you buy me this ring? It’s just three hundred.” She poked out her bottom lip.
“Hell naw.” I waved my head, as I tugged at my sagging Ralph Lauren jeans. “Let’s burn out.” I glanced around, checking my surroundings.
“So, you aint gonna get it?” she pouted, as she stomped her feet.
“I’m ready to go.” Monay, my cousin rolled her eyes behind Farrah’s back.
“Me too.” Hurt added, as he threw an arm around Monay’s shoulder. They were leaning on one another, staring at me and my annoying broad. I shook my head, checking their asses out. Hurt was always talking that shit, but my cousin had him wrapped around her finger. He’d copped her the new Jordan’s and bought her a pair of Air Max. My little cousin was barely 5’4, but could have Hurt’s 6’1 ass jumping to her every command.
Hurt and Monay had met through me a few years back. The niggas in the hood loved her, because she had ass for days and was cute. She had a smooth cinnamon brown complexion and kept herself up, always rocking the latest hairstyle. Lil’ Hurt was a light brown slim nigga with tats everywhere. He could definitely pull his choice of hoes, but for the most part it was all about my cousin.
“Yeah, Farrah, main, let’s go.” I rushed.
Farrah frowned in dissatisfaction, after I’d spent nearly four hundred dollars on her ungrateful ass. “You so fucking cheap.”
Monay shook her head, and pursed her lips. I could tell that she wanted to say something, but my boy gave her a look, telling her to mind her own business.
“Make me fuck you up in here.” I whispered harshly to Farrah.
“Look at that freak!” Monay jested, causing us all to stop and look up, as she pulled away from Hurt. “Come here Black Reign, wit yo fine ass.”
Black Reign strutted right over to us. She was wearing the hell out of a pair of red booty shorts, a cutoff white and red racer-back tee, along with some red and white Jay’s. She still had that same damn ponytail and bang bullshit, but I can’t front…she made my dick hard. Those thick bowlegs were long, those hips were perfectly round, and that ass…oh my God that ass. I don’t even think she realized how fine she was.
“What’s up, hoe?” Black Reign asked Monay, as she posed in front of us. Immediately, Farrah rolled her eyes.
“What yo ass doing up here?” Monay questioned, as she fingered the girl’s bags.
“Grabbing up some shit, and trying my best to not let these fingers stick.” Black Reign jawed, as several niggas strolled by gawking at that ass of hers.
“Ole thieving ass.” I said just for the hell of it. I hadn’t forgotten about her calling my mama a fat bitch.
She rolled her eyes. “Nigga, while you worried about me, you need to go steal your gal a fucking burger. With her malnourished ass.”
Hurt’s head fell back, as he chuckled to himself. I had to put on a mean mug, although I was dying laughing in my head. Back in the hood damn near everybody was fly at the mouth, and the hoes came harder than the niggas. I loved arguing with a real hoodrat, because the shit would go back and forth. The dozens like a muthafucka, but I loved a good laugh.
“I know you aint talking about me.” Farrah twisted her neck, but didn’t come as hard as she could have. Something told me that she was a little afraid of Black Reign.
Black Reign pursed her lips, as she looked Farrah up and down. “Yeah, I’m talking about you. Ya man need to keep his comments to himself, cause I can’t whup him, but I’ll slap his bitch.”
Monay giggled, as she ushered Black Reign to the other end of the walk way.
I shook my head, but didn’t say shit.
“Oh, so you aint got shit to say?” Farrah fumed as she folded her arms.
I shrugged. “Man, I aint about to go back and forth with that broad in this mall.”
“But she disrespected me.” She frowned.
“Well, check her.” Hurt instigated, knowing that she’d do no such thing.
Farrah sucked her teeth. “Fuck that ugly bitch. She aint worth my time.”
Hurt grinned. “Yeah, yeah. You know she’d whip yo skinny ass.”
“Whatever. Aint nobody worried about that synthetic weave wearing ass bitch.” Farrah claimed.
“You better quit talking that shit before I get her to come back over here.” He warned.
Farrah twisted her neck around. “Like I said, fuck her.”
“Okay.” Hurt nodded. “Aye, Black Reign--”
“What’s up?” Black Reign answered, as her tight eyes shifted to my boy.
“Man, I’m going to the car.” Farrah hastily stomped off.
Hurt smiled, and shouted out. “Yeah, just what I thought.”
******
Black Reign
“Monay, you better get ya damn cousin. Why is he always fucking with me?” I fumed.
She rolled her eyes. “Girl, I think he might like you.”
I shook my head at the notion. Naturally, people assumed if a dude and a chick argue all the time that they secretly like each other, but I really didn’t believe that was the case with us. Kaydoa was just a rude ass nigga. Point blank. I mean, yeah, he was cute. Nah, fuck that. He was handsome, but he wasn’t shit. He was a smooth cocoa complexion, with black deep wavy hair. He stood at about 6’4 in height, and probably weighed no more than 220 pounds. Him and his boy had to be addicted to ink, because tattoos covered their bodies. Basically, Kaydoa was a good hair broke ass criminal. He hustled just to keep up with the latest tennis shoes and shit, but capped like he was the biggest nigga around.
I couldn’t stand Kaydoa’s ass, and he really started thinking he was the shit when he started fucking Farrah’s stuck-up ass. She was one of those bitches that thought because her complexion was a little lighter that she was God’s gift to men. Nothing about the hoe was extraordinary, but you couldn’t tell that to the color struck niggas who chased her. The bitch thought she did something when she first started fucking with Kaydoa, because niggas like him will have ya ass fooled. He invests so much into his clothes and shit that you’ll mistakenly think that he has money. And then when you realize that he’s a petty hustler you’re already in too deep. That’s what happened to Farrah’s gold digging ass, but I guess she was gonna ride it out, until she pulled a bigger and better nigga.
“Nah, he don’t like me, and I damn sure don’t like him. He just like to fuck with people, but I’ma end up fucking his ass up.” I snapped.
She continued to smile. “Shit, and I might help you.”
******
“Bitch, that man is looking for you.” Dookey Baby whispered in a panic, as I approached my apartment building.
I smiled. “Who?”
“Mr. Cee.”
I giggled a bit, as I proceeded to my apartment with my bags in tow.
“Black Reign, what's funny?” she grabbed my arm. “What if he tries to do something to you, or tell ya mama?”
“Come in here.” I answered as I stepped into my crib.
“What's up?” Lil' Kelly spoke from the living room couch, as we strolled past him.
“'Sup?” I replied, but kept it moving. I eased into my room, and turned on the light. “Close the door behind you.” I instructed.
Dookey Baby did as she was told, while I placed all my bags on my bunk bed.
“So, what's up?” she asked.
“I'm not worried about him.” I shrugged.
She furrowed her brows in confusion. “You do know that the nigga is a muthafucka, right?”
“Nah, what I do know is that he got a woman at home. I do know that I have her number in my phone. I do know that I aint legal yet. I do know that he'd have to explain to my mama what he was doing at the room with me. That's what I do know. Besides...a few people had already warned me, and I sent him a text letting him know what I do know.”
She shook her head with a grin. “Bitch, you's a muthafucka, for real for real.”
I snickered, as I flopped onto my bed. “I'm just saying, though.”
Me and my girl sat and laughed about how I'd gotten over on Mr. Cee's ass. I think she liked to live vicariously through me. I was always pulling wild stunts, and she ate that shit up.
&nbs
p; We was sitting there smoking a blunt laced with 'dro, when I got a call from Monay. “What's good?” I answered with the blunt dangling between my lips.
“Black Reign, you busy?” she asked, which told me that ass her ass wanted me to do something for her.
“Why, what's up?”
“Ooh, nothing really. It's just that Hurt got all these hard heads over here, and I need some friends over here too, shit.”
“Girl, you know that I don't fuck wit ya boy's bullshit ass friends like that.” I cringed.
“What is she saying?” Dookey Baby whispered, as she pinched my arm.
I pulled the phone away from my mouth. “She wants me come over to Hurt's house, cause she's the only girl there.”
Her eyes bucked. “Well, shit, let's go over there.”
I gave her the side-eye as I brought my phone back to my face. “Umm, Nay, Dookey Baby wanna come around there.”
Monay sucked her teeth. “As long as you coming too.”
I huffed. “Ugh! I guess.”
“Yay! Come on. I'll be waiting.” she said giddily, before hanging up.
“Come on, Black Reign. Let's go.” Dookey Baby shot to her feet.
I gazed up at her. Damn, she was anxious for a chick I never really saw interacting with boys. “What's the rush? You like one of Hurt's friends?”
She smiled sneakily. “It might be somebody I wanna see.”
I nodded with my lip poked out. “Okay. I got you.” I eased off my bed. “Let's go, then.”
******
Kaydoa
“But really the nigga be trying to talk down.”
I cut my eyes at Trace. The nigga swore up and down that every man walking this earth was hating on him. Never in my twenty-one years on this earth had I ever seen such a bullshit ass nigga who thought the world was plotting on him.
Every day it was the same shit. When we wanted a break from the block we'd post up at Hurt's mama's house. Day after day the same niggas sat around and made up these ridiculous stories, while getting blunted.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up.” I snapped, as there was a knock at the door. “Don't nobody give a fuck.”
“I got it!” Monay sang, coming from Hurt's room. She skipped to the front door. “Heeey!” she squealed, as she opened the door and stepped aside and allowed Dookey Baby and Black Reign to come in.
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