“Uh huh.”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Bet,” I said and hung up.
“I ain’t goin’ give you no gun,” Diablo said looking at me like I was crazy.
“C’mon Ablo,” I whined.
“Why? So you can catch a fuckin’ case?” he asked.
“I ain’t goin’ use it unless I have to. Shit, I gotta take sumthin’.”
“You got a blade,” he said.
“What the fuck a blade goin’ do? Them bitches got heat.” I asked shocked.
Diablo shook his head at me, said something under his breath that I couldn’t understand and then said. “You crazy Yanna,.” He got up and walked down the hall to the bedroom. I knew that I’d won.
* * *
Meanwhile, Princess was shitting bricks over at D.’s.
“C’mon outta there bitch?” La La yelled from outside.
D-Roc’s apartment was on the second floor and La La’s voice could be heard loud and clear inside. It was nothing new for Princess to be fucking somebody’s man. If the nigga wasn’t attached Princess wasn’t thinking about him. That was just her nature and nobody knocked her for it. (Except for the other women of course.)
“Fuck you bitch! You just wait ‘till the Cue Girls get here!” Princess yelled as she leaned out of the window.
“Fuck them weak ass bitches! How ‘bout you goin’ feel the heat from my .45 bitch! How ‘bout that?!” La La yelled back.
Princess knew that La La was strapped. She was the leader of a small crew of girls who called themselves The Bitch Mob. They were known for being pretty and feminine, but would fight, stab, and shoot in a hot minute. The Cue Girls had run ins with them on a regular basis. Mostly due to Princess’s hunger for other women’s men.
“Chill shawty,” D-Roc said pulling Princess away from the window. “She got mad bitches wit’ her,” he added in a warning tone.
“Psst, whatever nigga. You think this shit cute, don’t you? Well, I hate to bust your mufuckin’ bubble, but my bitches on the way and they deeper than them tired ass bitches outside!” Princess yelled.
Now Princess was a bad bitch physically, and she knew it. She didn’t have much going on upstairs though. Her philosophy of life was fucked up. She was about 5’5, and weighed about 145 lbs. She was light-skinned with thick, black hair that extended to the center of her back. She would sometimes wear her hair in cornrows, or other styles of braids. Her breasts were the biggest things on her body and the niggas were on her D-cups hard as hell. Her small waist, round ass, and wide hips didn’t hurt either. She had thick, sexy lips, and pretty, big, green eyes. The niggas loved her fine ass, and she took advantage of that. She was a proud nympho, and was never satisfied with one or two men. She had to have options and didn’t hesitate to let it be known.
“Shit”, D-Roc cursed when a rock cracked his apartment window. “You dangerous girl,” he added staring at Princess. He thought La La had started shooting.
Princess smiled despite her situation. D-Roc was just some good dick and she didn’t care how La La felt. Shit, as far as she was concerned La La could have him. He had paper and could eat some pussy. That was all she wanted.
“Ain’t nobody make you fuck me nigga. Shit, you wanted this,” she smiled licking her sexy lips. “You know it’s good.”
D-Roc couldn’t help but laugh. He was no desperate nigga. He stood about 6’4, and weighed about 200 solid lbs. His dark skin and pretty brown eyes made him irresistible. Add some good sex and some fat pockets and Princess had to have him. She knew that La La was out there tripping because old boy could work that ten inch dick, and eat some pussy out.
“It’s better than good, as a matter of fact if you let a nigga in I’ll say fuck La La,” he said.
“Please D-Roc. I know you love La La.”
“Fuck love. A nigga need a bitch that’s goin’ satisfy him. Shit, you satisfy the hell outta me,” he said sounding all pussy whipped.
Princess laughed loudly and sat on the bed. “You sad. C’mon, you goin’ give up on love for some good pussy,” she shook her head at him.
“Good pussy? Please, it ain’t just that. I don’t know what the fuck it is Princess, but man,’ he sighed. “You got some shit wit’ you.”
The sound of Princess’s cell phone interrupted their conversation.
“Hello,” Princess answered.
* * *
“Yo, we ‘round the block. We goin’ get them bitches,” I said.
We walked up the block, spotted La La and ran up on them.
“What’s that shit you talkin’ bitch?” I asked. I’d changed into some jogging pants and a t-shirt. My girls had on the same type gear. I lifted my shirt up so she could see the burner tucked in my pants. I had my hand on it and was about to pull it out.
La La and her girls looked stunned. “Ahh shit,” she cursed and put her hands up in surrender. They didn’t have their guns out and couldn’t get to them in time.
I looked up and saw Princess leaning out of the second floor window. “That’s right bitches!” she yelled.
“Fuck you Princess! You always gotta call your cousin to fight for you!” She locked eyes on me. “It’s all peace Yanna. This shit between me and your triflin’ whore of a cousin,” she said calmly.
“Mmm hmmm, well I made it between me and you. How ‘bout you and your bitch ass girls get the fuck outta here.” I suggested with my hand still on the gun.
La La and her girls looked at each other and La La grinned.
“We out,” she said knowing that running her mouth wouldn’t help anything. “But this shit ain’t over!” she yelled toward Princess. “Yanna ain’t goin’ always be around.”
Princess gave her the finger and then pulled her skirt up and mooned her. Of course she didn’t have on any underwear.
“Whatever bitch! Your man love this ass!” Princess yelled. “That’s why you mad!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, because that was just how we rolled.
Chapter 2
It was about two a.m. and I was waiting for Ablo’s ass to get home. I was hot as hell because he was supposed to have been back hours ago. The door opened and there he was looking all tired and shit.
“It’s after two Diablo,” I said before he could close the door.
“Don’t start Yanna,” he said and sat down on the sofa.
“Don’t start? We been together long enough for me to question your ass. Where the fuck you been?” I asked.
He gave me one of his warning looks.
“Where the fuck you been!” I yelled.
Diablo pointed at me. “Didn’t I tell you not to start!” He yelled.
“Fuck that! Where the hell you been Ablo? Don’t make me ask you again!” I had one bad ass temper, and he had one too.
“Who the fuck you think you yellin’ at?” He asked calmly.
“I’m yellin’ at you! Now you better tell me where the fuck you been! Shit! I ain’t talked to you since ten o’clock! That was four mufuckin’ hours ago! Where the fuck you been, huh? You been laid up wit’ some bitch? Huh?” I asked.
Diablo rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and proceeded toward the bedroom, ignoring me. I demanded his attention, so I followed him.
“What’s the problem Ablo? I don’t satisfy you no more?”
He continued to ignore me as he took his clothes off.
“Hello? Do you fuckin’ hear me?” I taunted him.
“Look Yanna I’m tired ai’ight,” he said and got into bed.
“Oh, you fuckin’ tired? You done fucked that bitch all night and now you fuckin’ tired. What about me Ablo? Huh? Have you thought about the fact that your girl might wanna fuck!? Have you thought about that? Okay nigga, what am I s’posed to do about my needs?” I asked.
“I ain’t been fuckin’nobody!” He yelled and turned away from me.
I became even angrier. “Fuck you!” I yelled and started sniffing him.
“What the fuck you doin’ Yanna?” h
e asked.
“You even smell like the bitch,” I hissed at him.
The truth was that I didn’t smell anything. I just liked to get under his skin.
Diablo grabbed me by my shoulders and pinned me down to the bed. “Look now, chill the fuck out before I put my dick in your fuckin’ mouth!” He yelled.
“Mmm, yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” I laughed.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
“Ohhh, you got enough energy to fuck both of us?” I asked playfully.
“I’m a show your ass who the fuckin’ boss is,” he said and pulled my panties off roughly.
“I thought you was tired,” I said tracing his ear with my tongue.
“Yeah, but if I don’t put sumthin’ in that pussy somebody else will,” he said sucking my breasts.
“Mmmm, I’m glad you know that,” I said without thinking. Diablo knew that he had taken my virginity. As a matter of fact I hadn’t fucked anybody else.
He stopped kissing on me and froze
“Baby, I didn’t mean it like that,” I reassured him. “I’ll never give your pussy away.” That was enough for him so he continued with the foreplay.
“I trust you baby. You’ll never betray me, ‘cause you know I love you,’ he said as his tongue traveled past my belly button to that special spot.
“Mmm, Ablo, ohh, yes…” I moaned as he sucked, licked, and nibbled between my thighs.
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered.
“I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“Ohhh, Diablo Perez, I love you.”
* * *
The Cue Boys were rivals with the Street Kings. This fine cat named El was the leader. El was just as ruthless as Diablo when it came to drugs, money and territory. It was kind of funny because El looked like L.L. Cool J.
Now El and Ablo hated each other with a passion. They tolerated one another as long as neither crew violated the other. The Kings were deep too and that spelled trouble. There was a war brewing between the two men, but it was a different kind than they had been used to.
All I knew was that the first time I saw El my pussy started jumping. I knew that I had to stay away from him. If I let my pussy get the best of me like Princess did, I would be a dead bitch. So I ignored my physical attraction to El.
It was a Saturday night and I decided to visit Maya. She was living in a Section 8 apartment in a Bankhead with my six month old niece Lexus. No matter how much Vernice tried to keep my influence away Maya still ended up getting knocked up. She was nineteen, and crazy over this dude named Jamel, who ended up being the father of her child.
Maya had grown up to be a very attractive young woman. She was an even five feet tall, and after having Lexus weighed about 135 lbs. She was what men considered as “thick” and the extra male attention blew her head up. I knew that Maya wanted to hang with me and the Cue Girls, but I tried to keep her away from that shit. She had a daughter to take care of.
Maya was a little bit lighter than me, and kept her curly hair cut in a short natural. Her cute round face, deep dimples, and big hazel brown eyes made her look innocent, but innocent she was not. Jamel was a fellow Cue Boy, and I knew where she was headed. Maybe Vernice’s intentions of keeping me away from Maya were good. I should’ve stayed away, but I couldn’t turn my back on my blood.
“Come in!” Maya yelled after I tapped on the door. “It’s open.” She was expecting me.
I opened the door and walked inside. The smell of fried chicken greeted my nose and my stomach started talking.
“You don’t live in the best neighborhood girl. You better start lockin’ the damn door. Damn, lil’ sis it smell good in here,” I said walking into the kitchen.
“Hey Yanna, what’s the deal?” She kissed my cheek.
“Ain’t nuthin’. Livin’ that’s all,” I said and sat down at the table. “Where Lex at?”
“Wit’ her tired ass daddy.”
“Uh huh. He tired now, but last night when I called you was breathing all hard. I heard Jamel talkin’ ‘bout, mmmm, damn Maya, damn girl, this shit good. Ya’ll had the heard board bangin’,” I laughed.
Maya laughed and sat down. “I said he was tired. I ain’t say he can’t fuck.”
“True. You know what they say ‘bout them Cue Boys.”
“Yanna, you heard from ma?” Maya asked.
“Nope, but we gotta go see daddy tomorrow,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said and got up to turn the chicken over.
“Maya, he needs us. He’s gonna die soon.” Our father had been diagnosed with heart disease about seven years prior, and his health was deteriorating.
“I know,” she sighed. “But what about us? Shit, we needed him.”
“I know Maya, but he’s still our father. Sometimes payback ain’t the answer,” I said.
“When isn’t payback the answer Miss Cue Girl,” Maya smirked, knowing that “payback’s a bitch”, was my motto.
“When it involves family,” I said.
“Well anyway, did you hear about what happened to Ju?” Maya asked.
Ju, also known as Julian McNeil, was Maya’s ex-boyfriend. He was a professional car thief that ran with a crew from College Park.
“Yeah, you told me that he popped up over here when Mel was here, and they got into in,” I recalled.
“Yeah, but yesterday Mel was on the block with Ace when Ju and his boys pulled up. That was violation number one. Then Ju ran up on Mel talking shit. That’s when the Cue Boys ran up deep as hell and beat Ju and his boys down. I heard that they stumped the hell outta them. When Mel came to get Lex I asked him about it. I was kinda scared to let him take Lex, but he told me that he was taking her with him to Decatur to see his Auntie Roseanne. You know, his auntie that raised him?”
I nodded my head and she continued.
“Well that eased my mind a lil’ bit, ‘cause you know Ju and his boys goin’ retaliate sooner or later. I don’t want him to have my baby when some shit goes down.”
“Ju and Mel always beefin’. That ain’t nothing new. You can’t blame Ju though Maya. You did cheat on him wit’ Mel. Then two months later you dumped Ju and a month later you said you was pregnant. Ju was hurt, and and you know it,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but Ju cheated on me with Peaches ugly ass. After that I just didn’t feel the same about him. That shit wit’ Ju was just puppy love anyway. I fell outta love wit’ him and Mel came along and rocked my fuckin’ world,” she sighed and stared off into space.
“Uh huh, you dick whipped, not in love,” I laughed.
Maya playfully mushed me in the face.
“You hungry?” She asked.
“Nol, Ablo fried some fish. I want a plate to go though. I can save it for later.”
“I envy you,” Maya sighed.
“Why?” I asked.
“ ‘Cause you got Ablo wrapped around your little finger. How the hell you get a nigga as hard as him to do whatever the hell you want? You snap your fingers and that nigga run.”
“Believe me sweetie, it takes time. I been wit’ Ablo for almost seven years. That nigga loves me and that’s why he’ll do anything for me. You and Mel only been together for a year and a half. It takes time to train a man. Still don’t stop him from cheatin’ though. They’ll do that regardless of how much they love you.” I schooled her.
“Yeah, but Ablo looks at you like you’re all that he see. That nigga could be in a room wit’ his boys talkin’ shit, but when you walk in his whole tone change. He respect you so much and you wouldn’t expect for somebody like Ablo to be like that. Mel wanna have control over every part of our relationship.”
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