by Tanya Ridley
Chapter 7
Mya
Yo, Mya, what’s up wit’ your girl? Is she close to gettin’ at that dude or what?” Donte asked.
He was becoming frustrated that it was takin’ Diamond so long to get on her fuckin’ job. Donte wanted to get at Scottie bad, and wasn’t goin’ to let up until his mission was complete. Donte and his crew were straight thugs out of my old neighborhood, Kimberly Court. Their reputation was fierce and they pushed kilos of hard white throughout Atlanta and murdered any niggah that went against them or fucked up their money.
I got down with Donte and his crew a while back, after O.C. got locked up. Donte was O.C.’s cousin, who looked out for me, in and out of the bedroom. He wasn’t blessed in the dick area like his cousin, but he was all about gettin’ money which substituted for anything that was slackin’. He loved pleasin’ me. If I had a beef wit’ niggahs, Donte took care of it wit’ one phone call, and in return, I put him and his crew on to some of our scores, and gave them a percentage of our earnings. I also helped move drugs for them, and always got information from dudes they were skeptical about, which quickly made me the first lady of their crew.
Donte was very intimidating, with his six three muscular frame and loads of battle scars that covered his body. His whole life didn’t exist of anythin’ but drugs, guns, murder and any other type of criminal activity that he refused to speak about.
“She’s on it, Donte,” I said, soundin’ sure of myself. But deep inside, I knew Diamond was frontin’ on me, and was playin’ a dangerous game.
“Mya, you know we gotta murder Scottie when we get at him,” he said coldly.
I knew he was serious. Donte and his crew wanted to set Scottie up, because little did Diamond know Scottie was a major cocaine and ecstasy distributor throughout the city. Donte had been beefing wit’ the white boy over money and territory for months, and wanted him dead by any means necessary. Donte was even the one who’d put me on to Scottie in the first place. We trusted Diamond to set it up for us, having her think it would be nothin’ more than our usual robbery, and then carry it out from there. But now the plan had backfired on us. We never expected her fuckin’ feelings to get involved. Somethin’ I told her to never do.
Donte knew somethin’ was up, but he was unaware that Diamond had actually fallen in love wit’ Scottie. I tried to keep that information on the down low to save her life, but even though she was my home girl, I couldn’t protect her much longer. If shit didn’t pop off soon for my crew, it would be out of my hands and even her blood was going to spill.
“Mya, come here,” Donte said, pattin’ his leg.
He was seated on his plush leather couch, watchin’ the Lakers lose to the Knicks by ten points with a .357 lying next to him.
As I walked over and took a seat on his lap, he wrapped his arms around me, and began massagin’ my thigh gently. “You know, ever since my cousin got locked up, I been takin’ care of you, right?” he said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You down for anything, and I trust you. And usually I don’t trust any bitch.” He stared at me before continuing. “Because we’re so much alike, I know we can run this mutha-fuckin’ city. But your girl, Diamond, I don’t trust her. It’s takin’ her too long to set that white boy up. So if she don’t do her job, then I’m gonna have to do her,” he said.
“She’s goin’ through some issues, baby. You know wit’ school and all,” I replied, in Diamond’s defense.
“Fuck that bitch and school! She should be about this money like you, and wit’ Scottie out the way, that’s gonna leave the whole ATL market wide open. That’s when we step up and become the number one distributor in this fuckin’ city, and really start gettin’ paper. Are you ready to ride or die for your niggah?”
“You know it,” I responded.
“Cool, so if your girl fucks it up, are you ready to kill her and prove your loyalty to this crew?” he asked.
I hesitated for a moment. I was down to shoot anyone, but Diamond and I grew up together and went back like bell bottom pants. I wasn’t sure if I could do that.
“You gettin’ quiet on me, Mya. You good wit’ that?” Donte asked.
“I don’t know. Even though she’s been actin’ funny…”
“Fuck dat bitch. If she’s slippin’ on her game, then you know what we gotta do,” Donte interrupted. He pressed his fingers firmly into my thighs. “Now I need that white boy to disappear before that mutha-fucka gets a chance to leave town again, so your girl needs to handle that.”
“She will,” I assured.
He looked at me like I was lyin’, and then picked up the .357 from his side. “You see this gun right here? Ain’t no escaping from this shit. It’ll lay down a mutha-fuckin’ elephant,” he said, passing me the gun.
I looked at the piece of steel like it was my favorite pair of shoes. I gripped the huge cannon with both hands and pointed it at the television. I watched Stephon Marbury go for a lay up past two guards and sink the basket. I aimed at Mr. Marbury and followed his every move up and down the court.
“You like the way it feels in your hands, don’t you baby,” he said.
“Is it loaded?”
“Come on. You know I don’t keep empty guns around me. I’m ready for anythin’ that comes my way,” he replied.
As I continued to grip the gun in my hands, I felt his hand travel further between my thighs until he reached my treasure.
“I know you ready to pop off wit’ that, but be careful. You might need some trainin’,” he said.
“Niggah, you know I like ‘em big. I can definitely handle this.”
The gun was heavy, but I knew how to get down. I felt Donte’s fingers penetratin’ me slowly and I let out a blissful moan. He then lifted me up and placed me on the couch. As Donte removed my panties and began to devour my kitty, I let out another loud moan. If it was one thing he had over his cousin, it was his ability to eat pussy.
My legs were wrapped around his neck while I pressed the cold hard steel against my breasts. “Do that shit, baby, it’s all yours,” I said.
His warm long tongue went deep inside of me and lightly brushed against my clit. I was in heaven as I placed my hand under his wife beater, and made long scratches down his back. He nibbled on me for almost an hour until I had reached a record of four orgasms.
As Donte went to the bathroom, I thought about what he said to me, about us runnin’ ATL together. I then thought about Diamond and even though she was my home girl, I knew I couldn’t let her get in my way of makin’ money and becomin’ that bitch in the dirty south. She’s gotta go, I thought, because I definitely wanted to show my loyalty to the crew.
The next day I went to visit my baby, O.C. at the federal prison on McDonough Blvd, who was doin’ a twenty-five to life year bid for several murder cases. As I entered the visitor’s entrance in my tight low rise jeans that accentuated my thin waist line and low cut shirt, all the guard’s eyes were directed toward me. But out of all the men, I messed wit’, I didn’t fuck cops or anybody representing one. I went through countless security searches and metal detectors, and literally got harassed by men who wanted my number. When I looked at my watch, I realized that it had taken me over half an hour to go through security. Damn, they act like they’ve never seen a fine woman in here before.
When I finally made it into the visitin’ room, I looked around at all the women who were talkin’ to their family members. By the looks of these women, no wonder the guards were all up on me. As I sat down, O.C. walked into the visitin’ room, escorted by a husky Correctional Officer. The guard pointed over in my direction and O.C. made his way toward me with a huge smile.
He looked good in his green overalls and freshly braided hair. Almost as good as the day we first met. His dark skin shimmered behind the partition as he took a seat and picked up the phone.
“How you been, beautiful?” he asked.
“I’m good. How they treatin’ you up in here, baby?”
/> “You know I’m good. I’m livin’,” he replied. “Damn, you look good. My cousin takin’ care of you, right?”
“Yeah, he ‘bout to have Atlanta in a chokehold soon,” I boasted.
O.C. nodded, like he approved Donte’s hustle. “Is he takin’ care of your body too?”
“Now you know Donte can’t fuck wit’ you in the bed, but you got twenty five to life baby, and even though your dick was good to me, I need mine,” I replied.
“Yeah I know how you roll, Mya. I ain’t mad at you. I’m gonna be on hold for a long time, probably life up in this bitch, so I don’t even blame you. But you still need to come see a niggah.”
“Of course, you know I’ll never stop doin’ that,” I responded.
“No doubt,” he said, lickin’ his lips. “What you got on?” I knew my outfit would keep his interest.
“You know I had to come correct for you.” I stood up and did a little twirl, showin’ him how phat my ass looked in my jeans. “You like?”
“Hell yeah. Damn, I wish I wasn’t behind this fuckin’ glass. It’s drivin’ me crazy not to be able to touch you,” he responded.
“You and me both. Why aren’t you in a regular visitin’ room?” I asked.
“Because these mutha-fucka’s think I’m a threat. They tryin’ their best to break me, but you know that’s not gonna happen.”
“Yeah you’re one hard nut to crack,” I joked.
“So, what’s my cousin talkin’ about these days?”
“Well, he wants me and my girl, Diamond to get at someone,” I mentioned.
“Who?”
“The white boy, Scottie,” I informed.
“Damn Donte’s going after a big dog this time, huh? Scottie got connections, and he’s not someone you wanna play wit’. If you go at him, you better come correct.”
I was surprised to hear him say that. It had never occurred to me that Scottie could be that much of a threat. “What do you think about it?”
“You need to be careful wit’ that dude. We did business once, and he’s very subtle, but he can hold his own. He’s been in the game for a long time, so just watch your back.” He noticed a guard walkin’ past and decided to change the subject. “So, how’s Diamond doin’ anyway?”
“She’s okay I guess. Still goin’ to hair school and talkin’ about ownin’ her own shop someday,” I replied nonchalantly.
O.C. smiled. “Diamond always had dreams.”
“Yeah, but now her dreams might fuck around and get her caught up.”
“Well, you just be careful out there yourself. You know if I wasn’t up in here, I would be holding you down right now,” he said.
“I know.” His comment immediately made me blush. O.C. always had a way of makin’ me feel special.
“But right now, I need for you to hold me down.”
I nodded. “What do you need from me, baby?”
“I got a few problems, so I want you to handle a few things on the outside for me. I need you to reach a few niggahs that I can’t reach and do business the way I would handle it if I was home right now,” he replied. “Can you do that for your niggah?”
“You know I’m down, baby.”
He gave me a huge smile like he was proud of me. “My niggah, Ace is gonna get at you and give you the run down. It’s certain niggahs we’re tryin’ to touch that can only be done by you.”
I nodded. I understood what O.C. was gettin’ at. He couldn’t say too much over the phone, so he kept it short and simple.
“You’re my number one, Mya. Make it happen for me and my crew,” he said.
“I will.”
“There’s money to be made out there, and you could be sittin’ on sumthin’ sweet, baby.”
“Don’t worry, you know how grimy I can get, boo,” I said with a smirk on my face.
O.C. let out a wicked laugh and nodded his head, like he approved of my remark. “Damn, I wanna throw you across that table and fuck the shit outta you. You know I always loved it when you got rough wit’ a niggah.”
“You know I can’t fuck wit’ no weak niggahs, O.C. You the only dude I think about all the time. Even wit’ you in here, you still got my heart,” I replied.
“Hold me down out there, Mya. And get that money, ayyite,” he said. “Oh, and watch your back, baby. I don’t need anymore bad news reaching me behind these walls. Anything pops off wit you, and I’ll go fuckin’ crazy.”
“I will.”
At that moment, the Correctional Officer stood behind O.C. and tapped him on his shoulder, indicating that his time was up.
“I hate these fuckin’ guards!” he shouted angrily.
I was sad to see O.C. go, but there wasn’t anythin’ I could do about it. “Don’t sweat it, baby, I’ll send you somthin’ nice to remember me by.”
He smiled, knowin’ what I was talkin’ about. He then blew me a kiss, and I blew one back. I continued to sit there and watched the C.O. escort him back into lock up. His back was broad and looked so good, that my pussy began to drip.
I hated to see my boo caged like that, but I knew what I had to do. I walked out of there with a cold attitude.
Several days later, I met up with Ace at the bar inside of Justin’s Restaurant. I hadn’t seen him in months. The last time we’d seen each other was when I saw him beatin’ some dude down for his money in a club parkin’ lot. Ace was one of O.C.’s right hand men, and a stone cold killer. He had a thick scar lining his cheek bone, and sported long well-kept dreads that crawled down his back. His arms were thick and well defined, and displayed a huge tattoo of a Mac-10. Ever since the day we met, I wanted to fuck Ace, but that was O.C.’s boy, so I kept my hands to myself. But the sight of that sexy thuggish, hardcore mutha-fucka made my pussy wet every time he came around.
Ace was a hard-core niggah from Chicago, who’d come down south a few years back. He was also a big-time gambler, who was known to bet thousands of dollars on everything from sports to card games. I guess that’s how he got the name. O.C. was also a gambler, which is how they met and became boys in the first place.
I sat by the bar and watched as Ace strolled in alone and scanned the bar for me. He had an evil stare, and his dreads were tied into one long pony-tail. He looked sexy in his oversized white t-shirt, baggy jeans, timberlands, and a long chain which hung from his neck. He had thug written all over his mocha colored face.
Every time I was in his presence, my pussy smiled and got excited. I wanted to look extra sexy for Ace tonight, so I came to the bar dressed in my sexy black off the shoulder dress and my brand new Jimmy Choo sandals that made my ass sit up even higher.
As I worked on my second Belvedere and Cranberry, Ace spotted me and forced his way through the crowd not givin’ a fuck. But no one said a word or tried to step to him, because he looked like he was ready to kill someone.
“What’s up, Mya, it’s been a long time,” he said. His voice was thick and deep, like a baritone Barry White.
“Hey Ace,” I replied. I tried flirtin’ wit’ him by crossin’ my legs in his direction. I wanted him to see that I didn’t have any panties on under my dress.
“Yo, it’s too crowded in here, we need to talk somewhere else,” he ordered.
“You don’t want a drink?”
He looked at me for a short moment. “No, let’s talk outside.”
I placed a twenty on the bar and followed Ace outside like a little puppy. I felt everyone watchin’ us as we walked toward the exit. I knew niggahs wanted to get at me, but I was in the company of a beast, and I knew everyone sensed that.
I walked out into the cool night air, and my pussy began to tingle. I loved the fact that Ace towered over me like a tree. Without saying a word, he made his way toward a burgundy Hummer H2 that was parked across the street indicating that I should follow behind, and I did. Not bad, I thought as I walked quickly in order to keep up.
As we climbed into the truck, Ace sat quietly for a minute. He leaned back in his seat, and peered out
the windshield, staring at nothing in particular. Being the hoochie that I am, I purposely raised my dress a bit, showin’ off my smooth thighs and perfect legs.
“Cat got your tongue, Ace or does it need to be busy doin’ somthin’ else,” I hinted.
He cut his eyes at me.
“Okay…why am I here?” I asked with a slight attitude.
“I need for you to lay it thick on a niggah, and give him some room to fuck up,” he mentioned.
“Who?”
“We’re moving in on a Washington Road, niggah named, Praise who runs shit out there. He doesn’t trust anyone, and he’s never alone. His territory is money, and we want that. His crew is weak without him, so if we drop that fool, we can move in.”
It was the most I’d ever heard him say. I guess with O.C. being locked down, and Donte not around, he had to open his mouth and talk.
“So you need pussy to make this niggah’s knees buckle, right?”
“Mya, just do what you do…and do it quick,” he stated sternly.
Damn this dude is a fuckin’ rock. I was literally throwin’ the pussy at him, and he wouldn’t take the bait. All he was concerned about was business, but I respected that.
We talked for a short moment and Ace gave me a brief description of Praise and informed me of places he went to. And with that, I got out of his Hummer and he drove off, leavin’ me behind horny and thirsty for a piece of dick. Shit, I put on this outfit for nothin’.
Chapter 8
Mya
A week passed and I was finally able to catch up to Praise in club 112, a well known hip-hop club on Peachtree Street. I’d been in the club waitin’ for him to show up for over an hour which pissed me off. I hated waitin’ for anybody, so once he arrived, I was more than ready to start my performance. As he made his way through the crowd, I watched as he sent one of his flunkies to the bar, and continued to the V.I.P. area. Usually the weakest members of the crew went on bar runs, so this was the perfect opportunity for me to make my move. I had to find a way to get into V.I.P. and the weakest link was gonna be my ticket.