R.I.C.O.

by C. J. Hudson

  “Hey, y’all, I think that nigga over there checking us out.”

  All five of their heads turned and looked at the dashing young gentleman staring in their direction. He was tall, about six foot four with milk chocolate skin and a slim but muscular build.

  “Damn, that nigga fine as fuck,” Kim said, damn near drooling.

  “Kim, could you get any fuckin’ thirstier?” Jazmine asked her.

  “Whateva. Y’all know that nigga fine. I don’t even know why y’all trying to front.”

  “Which one of us y’all think he’s scoping out?” Butter asked.

  “Probably me. Shit, after all, I am the finest bitch over here,” Kim said. The other four girls looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

  “Bitch, please. You probably the homeliest looking bitch over here,” Dani said, teasing her.

  “Look, everybody over here is a fuckin’ dime piece. Whoever that nigga chooses to holla at, the rest of us will just fall back. We not about to be up in here competing for some random nigga’s attention like some thirsty-ass thots. Agreed?” Sunny asked, looking at all of them.

  Everyone nodded their heads, although Kim did so reluctantly. She didn’t see anything wrong with a little competition. Truth be told, she was insecure about her looks and felt that if she just sat back and let a man come to her, she would never get laid. Since everyone else agreed to Sunny’s rule, Kim felt that she had to as well. Even though she and Sunny had been friends for quite a while, even she didn’t know the depths of Kim’s insecurities. Kim had always come off as a confident young woman, but she never felt like she was attractive deep down inside. After staring at them for a few more seconds, the young man stood up and walked over to their table.

  “Here he comes, girl,” Kim said, tugging on Butter’s arm like an excited kid on Christmas morning.

  “Bitch, get off me,” Butter said, yanking her arm free. “Thirsty-ass bitch,” Butter mumbled to herself. She was the least nervous of the five. Unlike Sunny, Jazmine, and Kim, she had dick waiting on her when she got home, so she had no reason to chase it. They all started to smile as the guy moved closer. By the time he got to their table, all five of the young ladies were staring directly at him. The looks on their faces pretty much told him that they were waiting to see which one of them that he’d come over to meet. A very slight frown appeared on his face as he looked at them all a little closer. No one picked up on it but Sunny.

  “Something wrong?” she asked.

  “Uh, nah, I was just coming over to say hello and introduce myself to you ladies. How are y’all doing tonight?”

  “We’re good,” Sunny said, once again speaking for them all.

  His voice was deep, like Barry White’s, and it caused Jazmine to get wet. She hadn’t been fucked in a couple of weeks and was desperately horny. The young man stared at the one that he was interested in. From afar, she looked much older than she did now that he was directly in front of her. He weighed his options. It didn’t take someone with the best eyesight to see that none of the girls sitting at the table were twenty-five or over. He took another long look at the young lady that he’d come over to see and concluded that she was worth it.

  “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to dance,” he said, smiling at Jazmine.

  “Her?” Kim said, dry hating. Sunny shot her friend a nasty look. They had already discussed this, and she wasn’t about to let Kim do as she pleased.

  “I’m just asking,” Kim said, holding up her hands.

  “Sure,” Jazmine said, sliding past Sunny.

  “Get it, girl,” Sunny said as the man led her friend to the dance floor. As soon as they were gone, Sunny and the rest of the girls looked at Kim disgustingly.

  “The fuck is wrong with you, bitch? You ain’t getting’ no dick at home?” Butter asked.

  “Oh, I get plenty of dick,” Kim lied.

  “Well, you damn sure ain’t acting like it,” Dani said. Kim glared at her evilly.

  “Bitch, you don’t even need to be talking. You just lucky that my girl let yo’ ass come with us in the first place.”

  “Ain’t that a bitch?” Dani said, insulted.

  “Ain’t it, though?” Kim shot back.

  “Both of y’all shut the fuck up,” Sunny bellowed. “The fuck is wrong with y’all? Kim, what did we just agree on? This is our first time hanging together, and you cockblocking already?”

  Kim opened her mouth to speak, but there wasn’t much that she could say to contradict the truth as it was being told. The fact of the matter was that she was indeed cockblocking.

  “Sorry,” was all she could say while crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Damn, girl, I didn’t mean no harm. I was just messing with you,” Dani said as she inhaled the blunt sharply and tried to hand it to Kim. Kim hesitated before taking it from her and taking a puff.

  “You know what? I think I like you hoes,” Sunny said, pouring another round of drinks. Although she was just speaking in general, she was staring at Dani as she spoke. “Maybe I have been a little too hard on some of y’all,” she said, still looking at Dani.

  “Ya’ think?” Dani said, laughing.

  “You still need to toughen up, bitch. But I guess you a’ight,” Sunny said, taking another small sip of her drink. She smiled at Dani, but everything wasn’t all good as she led her crew to believe. She still didn’t trust Dani. She didn’t know what it was, but the broad just seemed phony to her. Sunny figured that she’d hedge her bet. If Dani turned out to be really down with her, then so be it. But if she turned out to be the conniving bitch that she thought she was, then all she was doing right now was giving her enough rope to hang herself.

  “Oh shit, what the fuck is going on down there?” Butter asked.

  They all got up and looked over the railing. A commotion had broken out on the dance floor. Sunny was hoping that Jazmine was down there, showing off her dance moves, but the feeling in her stomach told her that wasn’t the case. She grabbed her purse off the table and headed down the stairs. Although the other girls had no idea what was going on, they followed their leader, showing that they had her back.

  * * *

  Vance held Jazmine’s hand tightly as he led her down the spiraled stairs and onto the dance floor. In his opinion, four out of the five young ladies at the table were fuckable. Even the hating one would do for a screw if he had the right amount of liquor in his system. It wasn’t that she was ugly; she just wasn’t as fine as the rest of them.

  “What’s your name, pretty lady?” he asked when they got on the dance floor.

  “Jazmine. What’s yours?”

  “Vance.”

  As the two of them moved to the music, Vance watched her closely. Her curvy figure was turning him on. His eyes roamed over her body so much that he nearly forgot what her face looked like. After seeing her swivel her hips several times, Vance made his mind up that he would try his best to convince her to go to a hotel with him and blow her back out. He knew she was young but reasoned that she had to be at least 18 years old, which was good enough for him.

  “So, what are you doing after you leave here?”

  “Well, to be honest with you, I was hoping that I could bounce up and down on your dick.”

  Her blunt statement caught Vance off guard. Jazmine didn’t have time to play games. She wanted to get laid, and she wanted to get laid tonight. She didn’t ask him if he was married or had a girlfriend because she didn’t give a damn. All she wanted to do was get herself a good nut and get the fuck on.

  “Damn, little lady, you sure are direct.”

  “You damn skippy. Look, I know I’m not that old, but I don’t have time for games. I’m not trying to get married or hitched tonight. All I want to do is have some fun. Are you down with that?”

  A wry smile flashed across Vance’s face. He was already married, so he didn’t need any added drama to his life. His wife had gained about twenty-five extra pounds after their kid was born, and
he was no longer attracted to her. So, he figured he would come out tonight and get himself a shot of good pussy before he had to go home and hear her mouth.

  “Damn right, I’m down with that. The question I have for you is, can you handle all this meat?”

  Jazmine looked down at the bulge in his pants and had to admit that he was packing. But she wasn’t intimidated in the least. She looked forward to the challenge.

  “Oh, I can handle that and much more,” she said seductively. The up-tempo music stopped, and a slow song started playing. Jazmine turned to walk away, but Vance grabbed her hand.

  “Where are you going?”

  “The song is over. We can hook up later, but right now, I’m going back up to the VIP area to chill with my girls.”

  “Come on. Don’t be like that. Let me get this last dance.”

  “We just danced, nigga.”

  “Yeah, but that was on some fast shit. I want to slow dance with you. I want to see how it feels to hold your gorgeous body,” he said, gassing her up. Jazmine already knew she was fine, but it didn’t hurt to hear it from a man.

  “Well, I guess so.”

  As the song began to play, Vance slipped his arm around Jazmine’s small waist and pulled her close to him. It got heated as they probed and caressed each other’s bodies. Trying to be slick, Vance let his hand fall to Jazmine’s ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “Nigga, what the fuck are you doing?”

  “What?” he asked, trying to play innocent.

  “Did I say you could touch my ass?”

  “My bad, li’l mama,” Vance said as he pulled his hand back up to the small of her back. Looking up at him with a lustful smile, Jazmine said, “Did I tell you to take your hand away?”

  She felt Vance’s manhood pressing against her pelvic area.

  “Oh, I see you like to play games, huh? Well, I got some grown-up games for us to play a little later,” Vance said deviously.

  “Is that right?”

  “Hell yeah. Baby, I’m gonna knock the bottom outta that pu––”

  “Go ahead, baby. Finish ya’ statement,” Jazmine said when she noticed that Vance had stopped talking. She also noticed that he had stopped dancing. She leaned back and looked at him. Only then did she notice the change of his facial expression. His eyes seemed to be looking past her and at something or someone else. She immediately released him and turned around just in time to see a thick, bronze-skinned woman with short hair and wire-rimmed glasses storming their way.

  “I knew it! I muthafuckin’ knew it,” she screamed. “I’m at home dealing with our sick child, and your ass is in this funky-ass club dancing with some tramp.”

  Vance looked toward the entrance to see if he could spot the bouncer. He’d paid her fifty dollars to tell his wife that he wasn’t there. But what he didn’t count on was her paying the bouncer one hundred dollars to let her know if he showed up there.

  “Yo, hold up. Who the fuck are you calling a tramp?” Jazmine shouted.

  “Bitch, I will get to you in a minute,” the woman said without even looking at Jazmine. She was focusing all her energies on her wayward husband.

  “Baby, it ain’t what it looks like. I was just dancing.” The woman looked at her husband like she wanted to slit his throat.

  “Nigga, do you think I’m fuckin’ stupid? I done caught yo’ ass cheating twice, and you gon’ tell me that you were just dancing? How fuckin’ dumb do you think I am?”

  “Pretty damn dumb, if you still wit’ his ass,” Jazmine mumbled. She hadn’t intended to say it quite that loud, but her voice carried, so the woman heard her. The woman slowly turned her head toward Jazmine. She had to do a double take when she noticed how young Jazmine was. After looking her up and down, the woman gave Vance an incredulous look. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. Turning her attention back to Vance, she got nose to nose with him.

  “Nigga, have you lost yo’ damn mind? Not only are you out here fuckin’ around on me, but you also have the nerve to be fuckin’ around on me with a fuckin’ teenager.”

  “I ain’t no damn teenager,” Jazmine lied.

  “Bitch, please! You might have my dumb-ass husband fooled, but I know a young bitch when I see one.”

  Jazmine took a step toward the woman. “I ain’t gon’ be too many more bitches,” she warned.

  The woman looked at her and started laughing. “Little girl, I will take off my belt and whup yo’ ass like the child you are.”

  By now, there was a crowd gathering around. People took out their cell phones in anticipation of recording video footage they could put on WorldStarHipHop later tonight.

  “I wish you would try that––”

  The rest of Jazmine’s sentence went unsaid because before she knew what was happening, the woman slapped her in the mouth. Jazmine never had a chance to right herself as the woman pulled a switchblade from her pocket, grabbed her hair, and pressed the knife to her throat. She didn’t intend to kill Jazmine. She just wanted to scare her. She opened her mouth to threaten Jazmine, but her words were drowned out by the clicking sound of Sunny cocking her .380.

  “Bitch, if you don’t get that knife away from my girl’s neck, I’m gonna blow yo’ muthafuckin’ brains out.”

  The woman looked at Sunny for signs of fear or nervousness, and when she didn’t see any, she wisely removed the knife.

  “You ain’t got shit to do with this,” the woman yelled. Sunny responded by slamming the butt of the gun into the woman’s mouth, dislodging two of her front teeth. The woman crumpled to the floor. Vance flinched. He wanted to help his wife but didn’t want to get shot.

  “I do what the fuck I want to do,” Sunny spat. “Let’s go, y’all, before I have to put something in this bitch.”

  On their way out, Jazmine kicked the woman in the face. A sense of power coursed through Sunny’s body as she led her crew out of the club.

  Chapter 18

  Even though she hadn’t drunk that much the previous night, Sunny woke up with a slight headache. However, it couldn’t suppress the powerful feeling that surged through her being. She had handled herself like a true boss bitch. She’d laid down ground rules for her crew, checked them when they got out of line, and came to their defense when they needed her the most. That was the definition of a boss bitch.

  Rubbing her temples, Sunny got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. That was one of the great things about being the daughter of a drug lord. You didn’t live in a shack, so you had your own bathroom and didn’t have to share it with anybody. When Sunny came out of the bathroom, her nose was assaulted by the smell of bacon, pancakes, and eggs. She hadn’t noticed it when she went in, but her growling stomach made sure that she did now.

  After getting herself together, Sunny was about to go downstairs to see about her growling stomach when her cell phone buzzed. Hungry and irritated, she walked over to her nightstand and aggressively snatched it up.

  “Yeah?” she said without looking at the caller ID.

  “Uh . . . Sunny?” a voice said over the line.

  “Yeah, this is Sunny. Who the fuck is this?”

  “This is Dani.”

  Sunny held the phone back from her mouth and looked at it strangely. Although she figured that she knew the answer to the question she was about to ask, she decided to ask it anyway.

  “Bitch, how the fuck did you get my number?”

  “Oh . . . ah . . . Jazmine gave it to me.”

  “Oh, she did, huh?” Sunny asked, figuring as much.

  “Yeah, I mean, I asked for it.”

  Sunny held the phone for a few seconds, waiting for Dani to reveal why she called. The fuck wrong with this dizzy bitch? Sunny wondered when Dani hesitated to speak.

  “Dani, what the hell do you want? Why did you call me?”

  “Oh, my bad. I just wanted to thank you for letting me kick it with y’all last night. I had a fuckin’ blast.”

  “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Look, I
have to go,” Sunny said, dismissing her.

  Before Dani could even say goodbye, Sunny hung up on her. The growling coming from her stomach was getting louder. Sunny didn’t know why she was so hungry. She’d eaten more than her share of wings the night before, but for some reason, she woke up famished.

  She quickly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She was all set to thank her father for making breakfast . . . until she saw him sitting at the table stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. When Sunny looked over toward the stove and saw Joy stirring a pot of grits, she frowned. It wasn’t that Sunny didn’t like Joy. She just didn’t trust her. For the life of her, Sunny couldn’t understand how her drug-dealing father was messing around with a cop. In her mind, no cop could be trusted.

  “I see you finally up, huh?” Darnell said, chomping down on a piece of bacon. Sunny smiled weakly as she took a seat at the table.

  “You hungry, Vanessa?” Joy asked her.

  “Very.”

  Joy piled a generous amount of food onto a plate and set it in front of Sunny. Sunny tore into the food like it was her last meal on earth. In less than ten minutes, she was walking back over to the stove to get seconds. Darnell patiently waited for his daughter to sit back down before broaching the subject of her taking over for him one day. He was just about to bring it up when she beat him to the punch.

  “I was thinking about what you asked me the other day about taking over for you, and to be honest, the more I’ve thought about it, the more I liked the idea.”

  Darnell nodded his head approvingly. “Good, I was hoping that you would make the smart decision.”

  “I was wondering, though, Dad, how is Turiq going to take this?”