by Anjela Day
“Nigga you with me?” Jay asked me like there was ever a doubt. Yeah I knew going in this house I may not walk out, but fuck it. I nodded my head and popped my trunk.
I had everything that I needed in my trunk to hit a lick. Yeah true, I was a street nigga, but shit I had to be ready to hit the block at any time. I pulled out my all black timbs, hoodie, and True’s. I quickly got dressed behind my truck.
“Let’s ride” I told Jay as I stepped from behind my truck and climbed inside.
With Jay’s instructions, we make our way to his nigga B’s crib. That’s when shit started moving fast as fuck. We climbed in a blacked out Ford Eco van. It only had two seats, the rest was just carpet and the equipment that we needed to pull off the heist.
When I looked down and saw the techs, I lost my breath. I had fired a gun, but nothing like the ones I was looking at. This shit was no pow, pow you dead. This was bang, bang you dead, real life shit. I was sweating, but not enough to let niggas know I was ready to shit myself.
I picked one of the rifles up, and got completely lost in the gun. It was sexy to me. I knew that B, Jay, and the other two niggas were going over the plans. I just wanted to make sure I knew how to fire this bad boy.
“You ready my nigga?” Jay said hyped up, holding two nines in his hand.
I nodded my head, but truth was, my first thought was my unborn seed. I didn’t want my girl trying to raise my little nigga on her own. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. Pressing two, I called Ven up hoping that she really wasn’t with another nigga. All the fuckin’ phone did was ring and it pisssed me off.
I know it was childish, but I wanted to hear my girl’s voice before … I didn’t even want to imagine what would come next.
“Alight niggas, we got five minutes. Get in, get the cash and the drugs, and get the fuck out,” the nigga B said as he hopped out the driver’s side and ripped the back door open.
I could hear Jay’s breathing get loud as we pulled our hoods over our heads, cocked our guns, and made our way to the house. B and his boy hit the back door, me and Jay had the front that way no one was walking out this bitch, but the niggas I came with.
I stood to the side, allowed Jay to kick the door in, and I went in firing. The gun sprayed everywhere. I was sure I was unable to hit anything, but the power behind it was sexy. The fire power was short lived. Before I knew it, my gun was empty, and Jay was handing me one of his burners.
I tossed the tech, to the ground and followed Jay’s lead. We were instructed that the bedrooms were only rooms to hit, but that was dumb to me. My pops never had shit where he laid his head. Jay pulled two trash bags from his pocket, and as soon as we reached the bedroom, he handed me one.
I felt around the mattress for a slit, once we found it, I reached inside and pulled all that I could feel. Yeah it was a few grand, but not the work Jay wanted. He looked at me with a fucked up face.
“Nigga no one hide cash in here no more. It’s in the kitchen,” I tried telling him. I guess he forgot not too long ago, I was working for his pops. I left Jay looking into space, and I dashed out. The sight of dead bodies sitting at the table froze me in my tracks for a second.
“Let’s go nigga,” Jay said and I shook my head no. Ripping the deep freezer open, I tossed the trays that sat on top to the floor. Just like I thought, there were neatly stacked bricks of cocaine.
“Nigga, give me yo’ bag,” I instructed Jay and then tossed four bricks in the bag. The other fourteen I tossed in my bag and nodded for Jay to follow me. “Look nigga they gone dead us and take the cash. I’on trust them niggas. I say you let me hop fences, drop this weight at our spot, and meet you at your pop’s spot. Let them niggas have this petty shit. But keep yo’ guard up.”
“Nigga I trust B…”
“Nigga you a fool,” I told him as I shook my head.
I had to roll wit my nigga Jay. I could smell that this shit was about to go south as soon as they saw the bricks we had. Just our luck, soon as we walked outside, we watched the black van pull off. I shook my head at Jay.
“You still trust these niggas?” I asked Jay. I was pissed at the fact they didn’t even call out for us.
“Look I’m taking the bricks and stashing them. I’ll meet you at the spot to divvy the money.” I hugged my nigga and we parted ways. I had about ten blocks to my car; Jay only had about four to where we were to meet up if shit went bad.
I hid the cash, met up with Jay, B, and B’s nigga. It was no shock that B’s nigga was already dead. I shook my head took my stack, and started towards the door when I heard a gun cock.
“Yo’ Jay you cool, but this nigga, Alton, and Dinero killed my brother a few years back.”
I closed my eyes knowing this was it when two shots were fired and I was still standing. I turned to see Jay’s head down on the table and my uncle Lee standing in the door way. However, B was laid on the floor, his body spilled blood. Jay jumped up, and smiled and winked at me.
“Yo’ ass want to commit felonies and yo’ ass want to be yo’ daddy, you better know who to trust!” my uncle Lee said as he grabbed all the cash from the table and guided us out the house.
“You called Unk?” I asked Jay.
“Texted him,” he said with a smile as we made our way to my truck.
We parted ways with my uncle and my first stop was picking up those bricks. The next stop was dropping my nigga Jay off, and I headed back to IT’s house. Fuck! Her and my baby was the only thing I thought about the whole time I was in that house.
Chapter 9
Italy
It wasn’t that Dre was an ugly nigga. He just wasn’t the type of nigga I went for. He was a thug with a lot of money, but even at 24 he wasn’t half the man Deuce was. Maybe I was sprung, but I wished that Deuce would kick the door in, shoot up the spot, and save me.
Damn, why didn’t he love me? I thought to myself as I fought back tears.I refused to be weak. I had given myself to the man I loved, so Dre could take nothing from me.
“Come here little momma,” Dre said as he walked me past three half naked that stood over a long table with hospital mask on. He pulled my hand and guided me through the house into a bedroom. The room had a box spring and a mattress that appeared to be so filthy that bed bugs wouldn’t dare touch it. I turned my nose up and stood against the wall.
“Naw mama, come here,” he said and pulled me over to the bed.
“Look Dre, can you just tell me what my momma owe you because I can’t do this.” I spoke with authority. I crossed my hands over my breast and sucked my teeth letting him know I meant business.
“Aww lil’ momma got some heart. Lil momma you know what it is. I don't want money.”
“Well, that’s what you getting,” I told him and sat on what looked like a makeshift dresser.
“Yo momma owe me 5 grand. You got that?” he said with an ice grim on his face.
“5 grand? How dumb is that for you to give her that in credit.” I asked not believing shit he was saying.
“I know she was good for it,” he said as he moved closer to me. I assumed he was speaking of me.
“Look I can’t fuck you! I can work for you! I pulled the 500 dollars from my pocket and handed it to him. Look I will get you 8 grand in 3 months, but that’s all I can do.” He looked at the money, and then counted it.
“Oh, you gone to work for me?That’s cute. Well right now I’m about to work on you.”
I tried talking to him, but he was full of lust.
So, what can you do for me? he asked getting closer to me. His tongue was hanging out his mouth. “Yeah I can cook and cut, but I can’t fuck you.”
“See yo’ mom promised me 1500 tonight. I say that pussy worth two stacks. What you think?”
I sighed hating the feeling of his hands running through my hair. I sucked my teeth and watched his every move. I held my head high because I knew what was about to happen. I thought about Deuce and if he had been a real man then I would not be in this sit
uation.
I didn't get myself pregnant, yet he mad at me like I did. Big Dre lifted my T shirt and pulled one of my breasts out. Dre plopped it in his mouth and bit on my nipple. It was already tender and his teeth didn't make it feel no better. I bit down on bottom lip as Dre unbuttonned my jeans and yanked them off like they were bugging him.
He looked at me, but I looked away. He wouldn’t get my tears. Sliding his thick finger inside me, he said, “Oh yeah, this shit good and tight.” He then pushed another finger inside of me. He pushed my legs as far as they would go and ripped my panties as if they were a sheet of paper.
“You ever had yo pussy ate lil momma?” I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes. I could feel the heat from his mouth as his tongue explored my walls. He got to my clit and began to suck.
I wanted to fight it, but whatever he was doing caused me to cum and my nipples got harder. My lips even were shaking. He used his tongue like a dick and grinded it inside of me, and then he moved it in my hole like a dick. I moaned again, and then I covered my mouth and looked down at him as he slid a finger in my hole as he bit down on my clit.
“Yo’ Dre, we got problems. The stash just got hit.”
He moved his face and looked at me.
“We gon’ finish this when I get a chance,” he said.
Dre looked at the dude that had just come in the room and ordered him to take me home. He walked out the room with his phone to his ear and was yelling before I could put my jeans on. I got up and walked outside deciding to walk rather than let his home boy take me home and rape me himself. It took about two hours to get home, and when I got there, I saw Deuce’s truck sitting in front of my house. I walked up to the car and tapped on the window.
He sat up and looked over at me. He unlocked the door and ended the call he was on. I opened the door and rolled my eyes
“Why you here Sacario?” I pretended like I wasn’t happy to see him.
“Man get in the fuckin’ car,” he ordered and looked me over like I was a novel. I got in the truck and sat down. He locked the door, started the truck, and pulled off.
“Fuck was you at?” he yelled.
“I was hanging wit Em.”
“No, you wasn’t. I was over there. Let’s try this again, where was you at?” He grabbed me by my shirt and smelled it. “So, you were wit a nigga fucking?”
I cut my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest. He had thenerve to ask what I was doing when he was just wit a hoe. Blah Nigga; I thought to myself.
“You hear me talking to you IT?”
“Yeah I hear you!”
“You fuck another nigga while you carrying my seed?” Wow nigga think I fuck another nigga and he have a change of heart.
“No Sacario I didn't fuck nobody. That’s yo Cheating ass!” He raised his hand, and then hit the arm rest.
“I didn't cheat on yo’ ass! If I was fucking around on yo’ ass I wouldn’t have answered the phone. I can’t help it if hoes be ‘round me when I work.”
“Whatever,” I said not trying to hear his shit. He cut his eyes at me.
“Fuck you talking to Venice? I’m not ya’ girl or that weak ass nigga Ray-Ray,” he said and then looked back to the road.
“Grab the wheel,” he ordered. I immediately obeyed
Deuce lifted up and went into his pocket. He pulled out three stack of folded over bills. He went into his other pocket and pulled out four more.
“Count that,” he said and put his hand back on the wheel. I started to count each stack of money while glancing over at him with every stack I counted.
“9,850,” I told him holding half the money tightly between my legs. He lifted up again and went into his back pocket and pulled out threehundred dollar bills.
“That’s 10 stacks, so you can get a place for you and the baby. I swear to God, you fuck another nigga IT, I’m gone kill you and him both!”
A tear ran down my face as we pulled up to his house.
“Put that money up.” He opened the glove box and I put it in there. He locked it, and then handed me the key.
“Get yo mom to get you a place. Tell her you got four and give her one. I will pay for whatever else you need.” He got out the car and slammed the door and walked onto the porch and looked back at me.
“You coming,” he yelled as I opened my door. I followed him in the house likeike a scared puppy.
“Hello,” I spoke to his mother. She looked at me and waved me over.
“Sacario go in my room and bring me those bags by my bed.” Everyone in his family was bossy.
“Sit down!” his mother ordered.
“Do you prefer I call you Venice or do you like Italy?”
“I don't care.”
She rolled her eyes,
“My husband calls me Nya so his family calls me that. I don't have a choice, I’m giving you one.”
“Italy is fine I guess”
“Here Ma’.” Sacario handed his mother the bag and she looked at me.
“If you gon’ be with my son you got to dress the part. We don’t do K-mart.” She winked at Deuce and smiled. She handed me four bags all with either clothing or shoes.
“Thank you ma’am.”
“You’re welcome you can take them home or put them in your room! Let me say that again. Your room!”
“Ma she don't need a room”
“She do if she spending the night in my house. I’m too young and cute to be called granny by anyone. I prefer nana.”
She smiled and walked into the kitchen. I wondered if she knew. I grabbed the bags and took them upstairs. I sat them next to Deuce’s bed and kicked my shoes off and laid down.
“Naw man, go take a fuckin shower. You smell like a fuckin’ nigga and that shit not cool.”
“What babe?” Why I asked that, I don’t even know.
“Get the fuck out my bed until you take a shower.”
He Kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans and climbed in bed. I sucked my teeth and went in his bathroom to take a shower waiting for him to join me. After thirty minutes, it was clear he wasn’t coming. I got out dried off bushed my hair in a ponytail and walked into his room rubbing my body with baby oil. I climbed in bed beside him. He sat up, looked at me, and then turned his body to face the other way like he didn't want to touch me.
“Sacario, you not gon’ hold me?”
“Naw tell that nigga to.”
He grabbed his pillow and tossed it to the floor. He walked over to the closet and pulled a blanket and lay on the floor. He was acting like a baby, but it was me that couldn’t help but cry.
To Be Continued
Coming April 2014
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9