by Mazaradi Fox
DeMarco sat and chatted with his aunts for a little while before he got up to leave. He was on his way over to see what was going on with Steph and the work. When he arrived at her house, she was outside sitting on the porch. Coming down the steps, she couldn’t believe how ill his whip looked.
“Now you really shittin,” she said, smiling.
“You did this for me, cuz,” DeMarco replied.
She was surprised by the seriousness in his eyes. “It ain’t about shit, cuz, you family. Now come on let me show you somethin,” she said, as she turned and walked toward the crib. DeMarco followed her into the living room where there was money stacked on the table in six piles with rubber bands. “That’s $30,000 right there, cuz! That’s what I made while you was gone.”
“Damn, cuz, you killing shit over here! I gotta go meet up with Uncle Bruh about somethin, but I’m gonna get back wit you later on,” he said, picking up all the money and throwing it in a backpack.
“A’ight, get wit me because we have to re-up,” she said.
“A’ight,” he replied before heading out and getting in his car. He drove back over to the block and found his uncle’s BMW sitting in front of the house.
When DeMarco started walking toward the car, the passenger’s window rolled down.
“Wassup, nigga?” Chase said.
“Oh shit! What’s good, Chase?” DeMarco said as he got in. “Nigga, I ain’t seen you in a minute.” He gave Chase a pound.
“Yo, a nigga been layin low, but ya uncle told me to come scoop you up,” Chase said as he pulled off.
“Yeah, I see you shinin.” DeMarco stared at his jewels.
“Fuckin wit ya uncle, nigga got my shit up, bitches be all over ya boy,” Chase said.
“I hear that,” DeMarco replied.
Thirty minutes later, Chase pulled into a long driveway. This was DeMarco’s first visit to his Uncle Bruh’s house. They parked and headed to the back where his uncle was sitting at the pool.
“What’s good, nephew?” Uncle Bruh said, as he gave DeMarco a pound.
“Ain’t shit, just chilling, you know me,” he replied.
“Yeah, I feel that, nephew. So this is the role you’ll be playing.” He proceeded to break shit down for DeMarco. “So that’s it, nephew. If there’s a problem, I’ll call you or Chase.”
“Bet, unc,” DeMarco said, distracted by a chick coming through the patio door.
“Bruh, the phone,” she said as she walked over to him and handed him a phone.
“Who is it?” he asked her.
“That stupid girl of yours,” she responded.
“Not now,” he said into the phone, and then hung up. “Meesha, this is my nephew DeMarco, DeMarco this baby doll is Meesha.”
“Nice to meet you, DeMarco.”
“You too,” he replied.
In his mind he was going crazy about how bad she was. She was about 5'4" or 5'5", with a perfect Coca-Cola frame. She had a unique look you only see in magazines. When she turned to walk away in her two-piece bathing suit, he got a good look at all that ass and couldn’t stop his dick from getting hard.
“Damn, unc, you like that?” DeMarco said.
“Yeah, that’s me, lil’ nigga, but you can get her little sister—she around here somewhere. Chase tried, but she shot him down,” Uncle Bruh said, laughing.
“You still talkin about that shit, I see,” Chase mumbled.
“Speaking of the devil,” Chase said as Mia came out of the house.
“Wassup, big guy?” Mia greeted, hugging Uncle Bruh from behind.
“Same shit, where you been?” he asked.
“Out with some friends, but who is this?” She walked around Uncle Bruh to stand in front of DeMarco.
“DeMarco, this is Mia. Mia, this is my nephew DeMarco.”
“What’s good, Mia?” DeMarco said, checking her out. She looked just like her sister. Both were bad as fuck.
“Hopefully you,” Mia said before she walked off.
“Ain’t that a bitch,” Chase said as DeMarco and Uncle Bruh busted out laughing.
* * *
It was 1 in the morning when DeMarco left Uncle Bruh’s house. Not wanting Chase to know where he laid his head, DeMarco had him drop him back off at his aunt’s crib. He needed to pick up his car anyway.
“A’ight, DeMarco, I’ll get up with you in the a.m.,” Chase said.
“No doubt, Chase, I’ma holla at you,” DeMarco replied, stepping out of the car. He walked into the house to find LaLa wrapped up in a conversation with his two aunts.
“Wassup, you?” LaLa said.
“Nothin much, what are you doin here?” DeMarco asked.
“I told you we needed to talk,” LaLa said as she got up off the couch. “We can do that when you droppin me home.”
“A’ight, let’s go. I’ll see y’all later,” DeMarco called out to his aunts as they left the house.
“So, wassup?” he asked as soon as they got into the car.
“This is for you.” She pulled a paper bag out of her backpack when DeMarco stopped at a red light.
“What’s dis?” he said, as he opened the bag and looked inside. “Yeah, we do need to talk.”
Twenty minutes later, DeMarco pulled into his driveway.
“Who live here?” she asked.
“I do and you’re the first person I ever brought here.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but something is telling me it’s the right thing to do. Now, let’s go talk about what’s in this bag,” he said as he got out of the car.
LaLa followed DeMarco inside. She was impressed as she looked around his crib.
“Sit, let’s have a talk,” DeMarco said, pointing to the couch.
Sitting down, LaLa took a deep breath as DeMarco walked into the kitchen and came back with two glasses of soda.
“Okay, what’s dis?” he said, emptying the bag she gave him onto the table.
“250 grams. Now, before you say anything, let me explain somethin to you about me. I’m not as naive as it seems,” LaLa said.
“So what you want from this?” he asked.
“Listen to me, DeMarco. I don’t want shit back, but like I told you, I get that twice a week along with some money. Just don’t hurt me; that’s all I ask of you. I know shit happens—just don’t let it come my way.”
“What you mean, you know shit happens?” DeMarco asked.
“You’re not stupid, DeMarco, you can read between the lines. I can be the best bitch you ever known or I can be the bitch you wish you never met. It’s up to you, but I need to know where we stand at now before it’s too late,” LaLa said.
“Before what’s too late?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath, LaLa looked right into his eyes and said, “I’m pregnant, DeMarco.”
“What did you just say?” he asked, with a shocked expression on his face.
“I said I’m pregnant with your baby,” she repeated.
Suddenly, DeMarco jumped up and started yelling out, “I’m having a baby!” over and over.
“Boy, be quiet,” LaLa said, feeling her cheeks getting red.
“Come here with ya sexy ass!” DeMarco said, as he scooped her up and carried her to his room. “Let’s bless our crib!”
He slipped his hand up her skirt until it met her pussy, moved her thong over, and started playing with her clit.
“I’m having a baby,” he said to himself aloud as he laid LaLa down on the bed, pulling up her skirt and removing her thong. He kissed up her thighs until his lips made it to her pussy, where he took her clit into his mouth and began sucking on it.
“Oh my God,” LaLa muttered, as her legs started to shake. “I’m about to lose it, baby!” Wrapping her legs around his head, LaLa came so hard she had to ball up to stop from shaking.
“You a’ight, ma?” DeMarco asked.
“I’m better than a’ight,” LaLa said with her eyes closed. “Just give me a minute.”
Wh
en he noticed that she’d fallen asleep, DeMarco left to get the things that he needed to bag up the work. After twenty minutes, he returned and peeked in the room to find LaLa still in the same exact position. He stepped softly away from the door, letting her sleep in peace, then went into the kitchen and grabbed a plate.
DeMarco sat everything down on the table in the living room, turned the TV on, and got down to business.
* * *
When LaLa entered the room, she found DeMarco passed out on the couch with a plate full of bagged crack sitting on the table. She went into her backpack, pulled out a pair of gloves, and turned on the television. She sat on the edge of the couch, watching the news, as she finished bagging up for him.
“Wassup, you?” he asked, when he awakened.
Turning her head, LaLa smiled as she slid the last rock into its package. “You,” she said, pulling off the gloves. She sat on DeMarco’s lap and looked into his eyes. “Baby, listen, I gotta tell my mom I’m havin a kid, and when I do, she gonna go nuts and kick me out.”
“Ma, did you not hear me before? This is your crib now! You ain’t gotta go anywhere, you hear me? This us right here,” DeMarco said, wrapping his arms around her.
“Thank you!” LaLa said with joy.
“No, thank you for coming into my world,” DeMarco said, and kissed her.
“Why you smiling?” she asked.
“Because we ’bout to go crazy!”
CHAPTER NINE
Fucking with Uncle Bruh for only a month, DeMarco’s status went through the roof for real.
“Ayo, we goin to the Q tonight. You wit it?” Chase asked DeMarco as they drove away from one of Uncle Bruh’s crack houses.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied.
“A’ight, I’ll be back to get you at like 9,” Chase said as he pulled onto 118th.
DeMarco got out at his aunt’s house and watched Chase drive off. Walking across the street to his whip, he thought to himself, Tonight is gonna be insane! DeMarco went home to chill with LaLa for a little while before he headed out again. He had a feeling this was going to be one of those nights. He grabbed the money from under his seat and lifted the shotgun he kept with the cash and went into the house.
“Wassup, sexy?” DeMarco said, sitting down on the couch next to LaLa.
“Nothin. Went to my mom’s house today. She was upset just like I knew she would be, talkin all kinds of crazy shit. Oh, that’s why you ain’t gonna be shit or do shit with your life, and a whole bunch of other hurtful shit.”
DeMarco could hear in her voice that she was holding back her tears, so he pulled her into him. “I got you, ma, don’t even worry about nothin. We gon’ get this money together.”
“I’m not worried about that, it just hurts that my own mother would say some of the things that she said to me, that’s all.”
“Come on, ma, let’s go get somethin to eat. Hopefully a good meal will make you feel better.”
* * *
Around the way, Steph sat on the porch of the crack house looking at all of the fiends coming on and off the block. Damn, this shit is popping, she said to herself as she watched the little niggas she had serving the heads for her.
“Ayo, Steph, I’m done,” one of them said as he handed her $500.
“A’ight, you go ahead and chill. Come back in a couple of hours,” Steph replied, giving the little man a fifty-dollar bill.
“Good lookin,” the little nigga said as he turned to leave. The look on his face suggested he knew just what he was going to do with his bread.
* * *
DeMarco pulled up in front of his aunt’s crib where Money and Tonya were sitting on the porch.
“If it ain’t Ms. Never Around No More,” Tonya said to LaLa as she stepped out of the car.
“Trick, don’t even go there,” LaLa shot back, and they both started laughing.
“Chase just left and said he’ll be right back. He had to go to his crib,” Money told DeMarco.
“A’ight, baby, I’ll see you later,” LaLa said and kissed DeMarco before walking around the car to the driver’s side. “Money, I’m gonna spend some time wit my girl,” LaLa said. “While people ain’t hoggin it all up,” she continued with a smile.
“All Tonya needs is a hug. Come here.” DeMarco held his arms open wide as he walked over to her.
“Boy, move with ya silly self,” Tonya said and pushed his arms away, then got into the car and closed the door.
“You good, baby?” LaLa asked.
“Yeah, I’m . . .” DeMarco started to say, but stopped when he remembered his gun was under the seat. Opening the back door, he reached his hand under the seat and pulled his gun out, trying his best to keep Tonya from seeing it. “Matter of fact, I’m good now.” He tucked his heat on his hip and gave LaLa another kiss.
“See you later, sexy,” she said.
Stepping back, DeMarco watched as they pulled off. “Roll up, cuz!” he called out to Money as he walked back to the porch.
Two blunts later, DeMarco was feeling nice as Chase arrived at the house. “You comin with us, cuz?” he asked Money.
“Yeah, fuck it. Where y’all going?”
“The Q Club.” After DeMarco lit another blunt, they were on their way.
DeMarco noticed the long line in front of the club as they approached it.
“Damn, it’s mad bitches out tonight,” Money said as he rolled down the window.
Chase noticed his uncle’s BMW and pulled up a few feet behind it. He turned the car off and they got out.
“Ayo, I ain’t tryna wait in this long-ass line,” Money said.
“Wait, what’s that?” Chase said as he walked right up to the door.
“Chase, my man! What’s good?” the bouncer said, giving him a pound.
“Ain’t shit, Ronnie, how is it lookin in there?”
“Like always, bitches wall to wall.” Ronnie laughed and stepped to the side to let Chase, DeMarco, and Money enter the club.
“Oh yeah, that’s Bruh’s nephew DeMarco right there. Remember that face,” Chase said and kept it moving, as DeMarco gave Ronnie a pound. No pat-down or anything.
Stepping into the club, DeMarco saw what Ronnie meant about chicks being wall to wall, because everywhere he looked he saw groups of young women wearing damn near nothing.
“Now we talkin,” Chase said over the noise as he made his way through the club.
Spotting Uncle Bruh in the VIP section, Chase headed that way, followed by DeMarco and Money. Chase gave the bouncer at the ropes a pound and they were all let through.
Uncle Bruh had the section locked down. The music could be heard, but you didn’t have to yell at the top of your lungs to communicate.
“I see it’s already poppin in here,” Chase said as he gave Uncle Bruh a pound.
“You know it goes down in here.” Uncle Bruh slapped a chick standing next to him on her ass. “Nephews, wassup?” he said to DeMarco and Money.
“That bottle,” DeMarco said, picking up the Moët from the table.
“Yeah, drink till you can’t, open bar tonight.” Uncle Bruh slid his hand under the same chick he had slapped on the ass.
Drinking and smoking, DeMarco found that he couldn’t stay seated. He told Money he was going to hit the dance floor and walked out into the crowded club. The DJ threw on that Uncle Luke joint and the girls started going crazy. Getting pushed against the wall by some brown-skinned chick who started pressing her ass against him, DeMarco was feeling himself.
The next couple of hours flew by. At some point DeMarco looked at his watch and saw that it was near 3 in the morning. Damn, he said to himself as he made his way back to the VIP area. Catching eyes with Tiffany’s sister Sharon, DeMarco wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and bumped into some dude, causing him to drop his drink. “My fault, fam,” DeMarco said to homeboy.
“Nigga, watch where the fuck you goin!”
“Like I said, my fault, fam!” DeMarco snapped back, and st
arted walking by, but could only take a few steps because another guy stepped in front of him.
“Ayo, you owe my man another drink,” the dude said, with a stern tone.
Trying to avoid a problem, DeMarco said, “I can do that. Matter of fact, get a drink for you, ya boy, and whoever else you wit. Tell the bartender that Bruh sent you.” DeMarco then tried to step around the guy.
Always on alert, even though it didn’t look like he was, Uncle Bruh had been watching his nephew closely to see if he was a hothead. He didn’t need those types of people around his team. When he saw DeMarco point to the bar, Uncle Bruh knew he was trying to resolve the problem without it getting out of hand.
“Chase, Money,” Uncle Bruh only said once, getting up and heading out of the VIP section, all while keeping his eye on DeMarco.
Not needing to know what was up, Chase got up from between the two girls he was with, touched his hip to make sure his pistol was ready, then followed Uncle Bruh. Money was moving a little slower because he was off to the side getting his dick sucked by some light-skinned chick. He pushed her head back with one hand and tucked his joint back in with the other, then silently stepped past shorty as he went to catch up with Chase and his uncle.
Meanwhile, back a couple of feet from the VIP section, DeMarco stood looking at the guy and his friend. “Fam, I don’t want no beef with you, son, but you standing here grillin me when you got a free drink at the bar. Who does that?” DeMarco tried to step around him again, but the guy kept blocking him. DeMarco was starting to get irritated. “Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you gettin mad pussy, but save that shit for the bitch that had you,” he said.
Before Uncle Bruh could intervene, DeMarco had his gun out and pressed against the guy’s forehead.
“Pussy, I’ll leave you dead right here,” DeMarco warned.
“Hold up, nephew, easy now. It’s ain’t the time or place for this,” Uncle Bruh said, then moved out of the way. DeMarco immediately cracked the guy across the face with his gun, dropping him to the ground. Then he started kicking the guy, who balled up in the fetal position. Lost in rage, DeMarco didn’t even notice that the music had stopped and everybody was looking at him stomping the dude out. Chase, meanwhile, was backing down his boys.