I heard Rico suck his teeth and mumble, so I turned around and asked, “Is there a problem?” I wanted to fuck him up badly, so even if he’d just coughed, I would have stepped to him about it.
“Yeah, I got a couple fucking problems.”
“Rico,” Nuzi jumped in.
“Nah, let this nigga say what he gotta say? But I’m warning you to keep it respectful because I been itching to break yo’ jaw since I met you, blood.”
“I don’t appreciate you pushing my baby mama, nigga. You keep yo’ hands to yo’ damn self unless you want a problem,” Rico hissed, poking his bitch ass chest out, looking stupider than a muthafucka.
“See, that’s the thing, I did want a problem. And ya baby mama is a funky ghetto bitch who talks too much, so if she comes up here again trying to get in my bitch’s face, best believe I’m gon’ push her ugly ass again. Then I’m gon’ fuck you up.”
“Nigga—”
“And another thing before you come out yo’ mouth on some slick shit and I have to send yo’ teeth down ya throat… don’t you ever in yo’ bitch ass life try to get at my girl again. I will murk you, nigga, and that’s on some real shit. Weak ass niggas like you make me sick trying to start shit up with niggas who got track records for killing niggas for less. This is the last time I’m gon’ warn yo’ moist ass, so don’t take the shit lightly.”
“Aight, fellas. Rico, leave the shit alone man, aight?” Nuzi looked at his homie. He knew not to bring that Kumbaya shit my way. I was hot. If it wasn’t for the fact that Rico was Nuzi’s manager, I would have been clocked his ass.
“Nah, fuck him! I don’t push up on a bitch unless she wants me to push up on her, and Laine was with it, trus—”
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
“Oh fuck!” Nuzi damn near screamed like a bitch when I punched Rico across the face twice, and then clocked him in the back of the head with my Glock. He fell to the ground, face first, and laid there not moving, as Nuzi looked down at him in horror.
“I told this nigga to shut the fuck up. Get ya boy up out of here,” I stated calmly, locking my gun back in my waist and sitting down at the soundboard.
“How? He’s heavy as fuck.”
“Better call somebody, but I want his ass out of here. Throw some water on him or some shit.”
“Shit, aight. Hold on, let me make a call. I ain’t calling the police or nothing, my nigga.”
I just chuckled lowly because I already knew that. Nuzi was one of them rappers that wanted to be a thug, but was really too scary to be anything of the sort. He was way too afraid to snitch on a nigga like myself. Not to mention he wanted street credit.
A little time went by as I listened to some more of the tracks, and finally Rico started to wake up on his own. Just then, two of Nuzi’s homies came in, looking confused as hell as they helped Rico up and then left. Nuzi adjusted his hat as he closed the door behind them, and then came and sat next to me.
“Sorry about that, Mischief. I’ve been telling that nigga for the longest not to make you an enemy and to leave Laine alone.”
Shrugging, I said, “You ready to listen to your finished product?”
“Yeah, fuck yeah. I already know this shit about to be dope,” he chuckled, and so did I as I turned the first track on to let him listen.
We were finished about an hour later, and he told me he wanted me to do two extra songs on his album, which I of course agreed to because it was more money for me. He also tried to quiz me on Kady and Ishmael, but I told him to get the fuck up outta here with that, but in a nice way if you will.
Once he left, I did a little bit more work until I saw it was almost 11 p.m. I’d told Laine to meet me at my crib at 10:30 p.m., so I should have been left. Gathering my belongings, I stuffed my notebooks and shit into my backpack, then threw it on, and pulled my hood over my head.
I left the studio and walked down the street, hitting a right so I could go around back and get into my car. When I got close enough, I hit my alarm, but someone called out to me when I reached for the handle. Turning around, I saw a nigga in some big ass jeans and a white t-shirt like he was from the early 2000’s, walking up to me, turning his black hat to the back.
“Who the fuck are you?” I questioned, looking down at him.
“My name is Armani, and I’m Aspen’s brother.”
“Man, get yo’ ass out my damn face.”
“My sister don’t appreciate the way you’ve been using her, and I don’t like that shit either, nigga, so what’s good?”
“Blood, you better watch yo’ muthafucking mouth before I murk yo’ ass right here in this parking lot. And don’t think I won’t, these cameras right up there don’t work.”
“All I’m saying is you need to respect my fucking sister blood. She’s—”
“Blood? Nigga where the fuck you from? I ain’t never seen yo’ ass in my life. And Aspen ain’t even from out here so how the fuck you her brother?”
“She’s my play sister.”
“Like I said, muthafucka, what set you claim?” I moved in closer, glaring hard, and saw him tense up a little bit.
“Like I said, I’m a Blood!” he hissed, and I laughed as I reached for my Glock. “Aye, aye, what the fuck!” he threw his hands up in mock surrender.
“Don’t be running around here claiming you from shit that you know yo’ bitch ass ain’t even a part of. Niggas get iced every day for that bullshit nigga. For the rest of yo’ weak ass days, don’t you ever say you a Blood again.”
“Ye-yeah, I got it man, just put the gun away.”
“Give me yo’ wallet.”
“Huh?”
“Give me yo’ got damn wallet, nigga! Are you fucking deaf? You wanna be a muthafucking thug so bad but you a bitch! Now empty them pockets before I splatter yo’ shit!”
He quickly pulled his wallet from his pocket, which I snatched with my free hand, and then stuffed into my own pocket. I then yanked his chain from his neck, and made him unfasten that nice watch on his wrist. I also took his iPhone.
“We good?” his voice trembled.
Looking him up and down, I asked, “What size are them shoes?”
“Awww, come on, man—”
“What size are they!” I barked, pressing the barrel of my gun further into his forehead.
“They a ten man come on! I caught the bus up here and—”
“Too small but I got a little homie that would like ‘em. Take them off,” I spoke calmly. He removed the Jordans from his feet, and once I had them in my hand, I started laughing at how scared he was. “Now get the fuck up out of here before I kill you. Don’t even let blood come out yo’ mouth again. Go!”
He rushed off, not even looking back once, and I got into my whip with all his shit before speeding to get some food from Tam’s Burgers, and then to my crib in Compton. I’d killed my food on the way home, so by the time I got there it was nothing to bring up. A nigga was hungry as fuck.
When I got inside, I could see through to my bedroom from the living room, and Laine was lying down. Pregnant ass always wanted to sleep.
I locked the door and went back to my bedroom to put my gun up in the drawer before she saw it. As I began emptying that nigga’s shit on my dresser, she woke up, turning onto her back.
“What is all that?” she frowned.
“Robbed this nigga at the studio,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed to remove my shoes.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I think you know the answer to that. Remind me to give some Jordans to my little homie tomorrow,” I chuckled lowly.
“Shai, seriously?”
I ignored her as I put my shoes in the closet and pulled my hoodie over my head. Removing my jeans, wife beater, and t-shirt, I placed it all on the chair in my room, then took off my watch. All I had on was socks, boxers, and my small chain.
Climbing onto my bed, I reached under Laine’s skirt and pulled her thong down her sexy ass legs. Placing her thighs on my shoulders
, I kissed them both, and then started to flick my tongue over her clit.
“Shai,” she cooed, as I sucked her clit, not too hard but just right.
Pushing one of her thighs into her stomach and holding it there, I continued to feast on her, enjoying the way her juices covered my mouth. I moaned against her pussy, lapping up everything that she was delivering as she whimpered.
“Oh my gosh, Shai, mmm.” Her body stopped moving as I kept going to town, feasting on her just the way she liked.
Her moans became high pitched, so I kept up what I was doing, attacking her swollen clit, until she came so hard her body jerked multiple times and shivered. I licked between her folds slowly, as she panted heavily, caressing the back of my head.
“That shit was amazing,” I smiled, looking down to see she’d created a wet spot on my sheets.
I roughly pulled her shirt over her head, and was happy to see she didn’t have on a bra. I flicked my tongue over her pierced nipples, while pushing her skirt down and off. She was still breathing hard as I removed my boxers and forced myself inside of her drenched ass pussy, prompting her to gasp.
“Fuck,” I groaned, forcing her hands behind her head, and pinning them there as beat her pussy up mercilessly.
I banged her hard, watching her face twist up as she whimpered and called my name. Her mouth was agape as I thrust into her feverishly, feeling her cum all over my dick, which intensified the feeling of her walls. I bit down on her full bottom lip, keeping my pace, and pounded her pussy nice and hard, loving the way it sounded in combination with our now wet skin.
“Shit,” I grumbled, knowing I was about to nut as she cried out.
Pinning her hands down harder so she couldn’t move, forcing her to take the dick, I slammed into her some more until I busted.
“You love me?” I spoke against her lips before kissing her hungrily.
“Yeah,” she whined, just before I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tightening my grip on her pinned wrists, and letting her pussy throb around me.
Erynne
+1 (818) 555 - 2122: Outside by your car.
Me: Okay, coming out in a second.
I’d finished with all my clients for the day, and it was before 7 p.m. which had me clicking my damn heels. All day I’d been thinking about my baby, and I wanted to get to the hotel room we’d been in to make sure he was good. But after I handled some business.
Of course Chaz’s ass loved to act like he was fine and didn’t need me. The day he got out the hospital he took his ass right to the studio, broken ribs and all.
“Hey, Salana, I’m done for the day,” I peeked my head into her office that reminded me of an attic in a haunted house.
“Okay, great. You were pretty busy today, I think you’re making some of the girls jealous.”
“Oh goodness, please don’t tell me that. I’ve never gotten along with girls. My best friend is like the only girl I was able to get along with back in the day.”
“It’s because you’re so pretty,” she chuckled, putting some papers away.
Shrugging I said, “Who knows?”
“So how are things with you? I mean are you liking it here. I heard you had a little problem with one of Sunny’s clients, and a little spat with Ambrosia.”
Salana owned the shop but she was rarely here unless someone wanted like permanent makeup, or if they had been a client of hers for a long time. She usually would come by early in the morning to open the shop, make sure everything like the water, toilets, and lights were working, then she would stay in her office for a couple hours before leaving. Only rarely would she work in her office all day like today. She said she’d worked hard and now she didn’t have to do much hair anymore. I couldn’t wait to get like her, even though she was much older than me at forty-three. She was always dressed nicely too.
“Yeah, she said some disrespectful things to me. I promise it won’t happen again though. I was just having a bad day already and things went downhill. I will control it better.”
“I see. No need to apologize, Erynne. I know sometimes these clients can get out of line. I don’t mind you putting them in their place when they come for you personally, but just try to ignore it if it’s something to do with hair.”
“Yes, of course. She’d said something about my personal life.”
“I understand. Well, nice job today and enjoy your night.”
“Thanks, you too.”
I left her office and walked through the shop, saying bye to Sunny and Estella. The bitch Ambrosia that called me stupid last time flashed me a smile, so I gave her one back. That was typical bully behavior. She was one of those hoes that tried to talk shit if they thought you were a punk, but when they found you weren’t, they scurried. I rolled my eyes at the thought as I pushed the shop door open and walked to my car.
As I got closer I saw this dude named Carl that I’d met while working the shop. He would always come by trying to sell shit in the salon when he knew Salana wasn’t around.
“Get in,” I said to Carl, hitting the alarm on the 2011 Nissan Altima that I’d just gotten, thanks to my savings and good credit. Once we were inside my car, I asked, “Do you have them?” I then pulled a white bandana from my middle compartment.
“Yeah. But what does a pretty girl like you need these for?” He handed me the guns along with two silencers. They were all so heavy, and my hands damn near trembled as they held them.
“Just to protect myself. I live in a bad neighborhood.”
“Oh yeah, where?”
“Umm my business, not yours. Now how much do I owe you for these?”
“It’s usually $700 for this bundle, but for you, I’ll take $400.”
“It’s probably $200 and you’re ripping me off,” I sighed, counting out the cash.
“And why do you need two of these?”
“You ask too many fucking questions, Carl. And I just want to have some backup in case one fucks up, or I’m not close enough to it.”
Carl nodded as he counted the cash and put it up.
“Need a lesson or anything?”
“Get out of my car, Carl.”
“Damn, can I at least get your number?”
Laughing, I said, “I have a boyfriend, but please, Carl, I have to get home so I can do… something.”
“Aight, see you tomorrow?”
“Yep.” I gestured for him to get out as he winked at me.
Once my door was closed, I sped off towards the apartment I shared with Laine, Cassie, and Kady. When I got inside, I hurried to my room and set the guns covered with the bandana on my bed.
“Hey, best friend!” Laine burst into my room, scaring the shit out of me. When she was about to pounce on my bed, I stopped her. “What?” She frowned.
“Close the door first.” She did as I asked, and then sat down on the edge of my bed. “I got these.” I uncovered the guns.
“Erynne, what the fuck? Why?”
“Risk and Cook want to meet with me and I’m gonna meet with them and kill them both.”
Laine stared at me for a second before she burst into laughter.
“Wait, you’re serious, Erynne? You? Kill someone?” she grinned.
“Yes, I’m serious. Risk texted me and said that if I didn’t leave with him back to Chicago, then he was gonna do worse to Chaz than he’d already done, meaning kill him. I can’t go back with him, and I am definitely not about to let Chaz die.”
“So show the text to the police.”
“And be known as a snitch back in Chicago? I don’t think so. People hate Risk back home so they won’t miss his ass if he winds up dead. Them niggas are just too scared to kill him out there. I’m not, and they won’t suspect me either. But if I snitch, it won’t matter if they like him or not, I’ll still be seen as a rat,” I spoke quickly as I changed into some black tights, black boots, and a black shirt.
“But Mischief, Kordell, and Chaz said they’d handle it.”
“I know but I have the chance to
handle it tonight, and I’m gonna do it.”
“Won’t the police know it’s you? I mean he came here to get you.”
“No, Risk used to fly out here all the time to do business.”
“Well you’re not going alone, Erynne.”
“No, Laine. You’re pregnant; I can’t have you going. I promise I will be okay.”
“I’m coming, Erynne. I’m not letting you go alone. No telling what they will do if they get the upper hand. And it looks like you have an extra piece, so I’m coming alright?”
I nodded and smiled.
“Fine! Just hurry up and get dressed so we won’t be late.”
Laine quickly got dressed, and then we went to get in my car. Cook sent me the address to some place in a city named Inglewood, which I guess was where he’d been staying while out on business for Risk.
“Will they be suspicious that we’re dressed in all black?” Laine asked as I parked a little ways down from the house. It was dark outside by now.
“No. Risk thinks I’m some weak little bitch. The last thing he’s gonna suspect is for me to pull the trigger on him.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this shit. Is it bad that I’m excited?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
We laughed in unison as we got out of the car, placing our guns in the waist of our jeans after securing the silencers on. We made sure no one was outside, walking by, or lurking, then we rushed down the street until we were in front of the small home. I texted Risk and Cook to let them know I was outside, and that I had my best friend with me because she didn’t want me going to see them alone.
“Come on,” Cook came out of the door, and Laine and I made eye contact before coming to the top of the porch steps and followed him inside.
“We don’t even have a fucking plan!” Laine whispered harshly as we followed Cook to a den where Risk was. The room was dimly lit, with light coming from the TV, which was muted, and from the cable box.
“Just play it cool,” I whispered back to her. “Whose place is this, Cook?”
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