As soon as he stuck that key in the door I came up from behind him and put the Ruger to his head. I ordered him to open the door and not say shit, and without saying a word or resisting, he did it. Once inside I started to ask him where the money was, but to my surprise, there it was sitting on the couch in a black bag that wasn’t even zipped up. My first thought was This nigga’s crazy. What if someone had broken in here while he was out trappin’? Oh, well, this just makes it easier for me.
“Walk over to that couch and zip up that bag,” I said in my practiced male tone. “Keep your back to me and no sudden moves or I blast.”
He calmly walked over to the bag and zipped it up, then he quickly tried to grab for his side, but before he could even touch his shirt I blasted. Drake instantly dropped to the floor.
“A’ight, a’ight, man. Shit. You don’t have to kill me over this shit.”
“I told you no sudden moves, motherfucker,” I quietly yelled while trying to keep my voice low. Luckily for him the bullet had only grazed his ear which was bleeding.
“Lie still! If you move again I will put a bullet in your head, and this time I won’t miss,” I stated as I stepped over to the bag and quickly put it around my neck.
Nervous as hell thinking someone had heard the shot, I pulled out the rag with the sleep aid on it. Then I very quickly put the Ruger to Drake’s head and ordered him to put the rag over his face. He seemed reluctant until I lifted the safety on the gun. One good inhale and he was out. To make sure he was out I pulled his ear where the bullet had gazed him. Once I was sure, I took off the mask, opened the door, and made sure no one was in sight. Then I made a dash to the back of the building where I had a regular shopping bag hidden. I quickly removed the money from the black bag and put it into the shopping bag. With no one in sight, I took a long walk around the Brewster to the bus stop where I boarded a bus that passed right by Luscious as he was about to enter into the Brewster.
Chapter 33
“That’s fucked up,” Hood said, for the second time as he got dressed. He had just got out of the shower and was looking at the 8:00 o’clock morning news report on TV.
“It is,” was my only reply. According to the news, Drake had been found shot at point-blank range, two to the back of the head. When I heard that I knew that he had been the victim of one of his own crew. Luscious had shot him because he didn’t have his trap money just like Phil said he would do. Luscious couldn’t go to Squeeze without Drake’s money or Drake’s blood on his hands so he had no choice. Anyway, that was their problem. I didn’t want to spend my time worrying about the Boone Squad.
It had been four days since that situation had happened. I was tired of hearing about it already. Rochelle had called and said she was going out, so I decided to roll. Hood agreed it had been a while since we had been out.
“So you gon’ be ready when I get back tonight?” he asked me.
“Yep, I already told you I will be dressed, baby.”
“A’ight,” he said, and bent down and gave me a kiss and, of course, he had to slap me on the ass. That was one of his favorite things to do. I smiled at him. “Love that,” he said with a smile referring to my big butt.
“You better,” I sucked my teeth.
When Hood left I rolled over and went back to sleep. I was sleeping in today until it was time to hit the club. The sleep would do me good. Normally, Hood and I would both sleep until about 10:00 a.m., but he said he had something to do early today. So I would take advantage of this sleep for both of us. I wanted to be well rested when I hit the club tonight because I was going to party my ass off. It had been a minute, and I couldn’t wait.
I woke up about 3:00 p.m. and noticed Monica was not home again. She had been hanging out a lot lately with her new friend. I was glad she had a friend though because for the most part she was a loner. I figured she needed someone her age to talk to so I didn’t make a big deal about it. I decided to make dinner so she could have something good to eat when she got home. After cooking and watching TV, I decided to pull out something to wear to the club and after carefully going through my closet I decided on this all-black Apple Bottom one-shoulder Kaza dress with a pair of Apple Bottom Shannon strappy stilettos. Satisfied with my choice, I jumped in the shower and did my makeup. Putting on the finishing touches of my makeup I heard Monica come in.
“It’s about time you came home,” I said, pretending to be upset.
“Well, you were knocked out so I went and hung out,” she said, as she lay down across my bed.
“Where have you been and who is this new friend I haven’t met yet?”
“Her name’s Kisha. We hung out at the mall. Window-shopping and stuff.” Monica shrugged her shoulders.
“Why you didn’t ask for money for the mall?” I was looking through my mirror at her.
“Oh, I didn’t want to shop. I just wanted to hang out. Besides, I still got some of the money you gave me last week.”
“Well, I’m going out tonight. Are you going to be all right until Li’l Bo gets here?”
“Yeah, Mya, I’m not a baby,” she reminded me with a smile.
“I know.”
“Smells like you’ve been cookin’, which is good because I’m hungry.”
“Go eat then,” I said as I headed over to the bed to start putting on my clothes.
“That outfit gon’ look good on you.” Monica pointed at my outfit that I had lying across the bed.
“I know, right?” I bragged.
By the time I was done getting dressed, Hood knocked on the door. He rushed in the house yelling my name, and from the sound of it he was pissed. “Mya, I done had to fuck one of your neighbors up out in the parking lot. Punk-ass nigga hit my damn Bentley. This nigga had the nerve to get out talkin’ shit.”
“What?” I said in shock.
“Come check this shit out. I know the cops’re on the way.”
We both ran out the front door, with Monica trailing. Soon as the elevator stopped I was the first to jump off running, but Monica and Hood didn’t seem to be in a hurry anymore. When I stepped off the elevator I expected to see a crowd of people standing around this brutally beaten up body; instead, I didn’t see shit but a clear lobby. Besides the doorman who spoke to me with his usual smile there was no one else in sight.
An uneasy feeling came over me as I stepped outside and came face to face with this all-white Range Rover with white rims wrapped in the biggest red bow I’ve ever seen. In total shock, I turned around to face Hood, who had a big smile on his face. Shock quickly turned to anger.
“What the hell is this, Hood?” I pointed to the truck. Then I looked at Monica. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Ain’t it nice, Mya?” Monica had a grin on her face that at the moment looked stupid to me. She walked slowly around the truck admiring every inch of it.
“Well, you can just take it back. I already told you I will get my own car!” I started walking back toward the building.
“Mya,” Hood yelled, “baby.” He caught up to me and grabbed my arm. “Look, I bought this truck for you because I wanted you to have it.” He used his sincere voice. “I know you take care of everything, but let somebody take care of you sometime, baby.”
Tears start pouring down my face as I thought about my mother and what my father had told me. I knew I was being stubborn, but I didn’t know how to accept the truck without feeling like I was needy or like another hood rat from the Brewster fucking for money. My independence was even more than I could bear. I was trying my hardest to find some peace in it.
“We need to leave for the club. Everybody gon’ be waitin’ on us.” I dabbed at the tears running down my face, hoping not to mess up my makeup.
“A’ight. We’ll roll in the truck. I’ll drive it until you feel comfortable.”
“What about the Bentley?” I questioned.
“It can stay here.” Hood signaled for the doorman. “Aye, park this.” Hood threw the doorman
the keys to his Bentley.
“Monica, go back up and lock up. Li’l Bo should be home soon. Are you gon’ be cool?”
“Yes, go ahead,” Monica said with a smile on her face.
Hood and I jumped in the truck and balled out. I did a once-over glance when I got inside the truck, and it was nice. After that I didn’t pay attention to much of anything in it, I had so much shit on my mind. I couldn’t wait to get to the club because I needed a drink.
By the time we pulled up to the club everyone else was just pulling in. Hood jumped out of the truck just in time to greet Pig.
“What’s up, my nigga?” Pig said as he gave Hood a pound. “That’s some new heat, right?” Pig pointed at the truck using some new slang.
“No doubt. Just picked this shit up for my baby,” Hood replied.
“Them white rims is hittin’ hard,” Pig complimented.
“No doubt,” Hood agreed.
Charlene walked up to the truck with Felicia in tow as I got out of the truck. At the same time I saw Rochelle pulling up with Li’l Lo.
“Mya, this you?” Charlene pointed to the truck.
I gave her a nod for yes since I didn’t feel like giving her an answer.
“Umm, you must be lettin’ Hood hit that hard.” Charlene let out a laugh that I noticed was a little fake.
“What’s up, bitches?” Rochelle walked up with a huge grin.
“Nothin’. Some of us just gettin’ Range Rovers and what-not,” Charlene said, and again, I thought maybe she sounded a little envious.
“Yo, Mya, this yo’ heat?” Rochelle asked as she walked over to the Range Rover.
“Yep. Hood picked it up,” I replied snidely since Felicia seemed to be staring me down while Charlene kept making bitchy comments. “Anyway, did we come here to talk about this truck or get krunk?”
“I came to get krunk,” Rochelle said matter-of-factly.
“Then let’s do it, bitches,” I said with a smile and headed toward the club entrance. Hood and his crew followed. When we stepped in the club it was VIP treatment to the fullest. Hood never received anything less. We had a VIP room with a fully stocked bar and waiters at our beck and call. We tossed back drinks and danced to the DJ for hours before shit started to get ugly.
“Mya, I swear if that bitch keeps staring at Li’l Lo I’ma beat her ass,” Rochelle sneered.
“Who?” I asked looking around.
“Felicia. Every time I look up, that thirsty bitch staring at Li’l Lo.”
“I don’t know why Charlene carries that bitch around on her hip all the time anyway, but you know I got yo’ back,” I said while watching Charlene shake her ass all over Pig like she’s auditioning for hoes most wanted. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but Charlene was changing.
After fucking Pig on the dance floor with her clothes on, Charlene headed over to Rochelle and me.
“So what’s up with you bitches tonight? Y’all actin’ all stank.”
“Yo, Charlene, why you always dragging Felicia ass around wit’ you?” Rochelle questioned her.
“She’s my homie. We cool, you know that.” Charlene downed a shot the waitress handed her.
“Well, I don’t like the ho, and on top of that, I think she tryin’ to push up on my man. You better tell her to step off before I fuck her up.” Rochelle was getting mad.
“Chill, Rochelle, Felicia got a man.” Charlene tried to defend her.
“Well, she better act like it, ’cause she tryin’ it tonight.” Rochelle got up and walked over to the bar in VIP where Li’l Lo was getting a drink.
“So what’s good wit’ you, Mya?” Charlene pried. “’Cause ya girl trippin’.” Charlene smiled referring to Rochelle.
“Nothin’. Tryin’ to get myself together. You know, move in a positive direction.”
“Well, it looks like you got it together. You are sleeping with one of the baddest niggas in the game who got mad paper and as a result, you are livin’ in a fly-ass crib, driving a bad-ass whip. I would say you got it all the way together,” Charlene said with a shitty look on her face. “And to think you didn’t even want to date his fine ass. I guess your senses finally kicked in.” Charlene give a me another fake-ass smile and downed another shot of Hypnotic.
“You know, Charlene, contrary to what you may think, I didn’t start going out with Hood because of his money. None of that moves me. I’m with him because I wanna be,” I said growing tired of her little comments.
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” Charlene gave me a wink and walked away.
What just happened? is all that ran through my mind. Why had I been getting the feeling that Charlene wasn’t really happy for me? Greed was taking over her, but I didn’t have time to be worried about the next person. I had my problems to get through. I’m sure Charlene was just going through a phase anyway. I’m sure that eventually she will be genuinely happy for me.
“Yo, baby, what’s on ya mind?” Hood came up behind me when I stood up. He had been to the restroom and had missed the conversation I had with Charlene.
“Nothing,” I said with a smile and wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a big kiss.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He grabs both my butt cheeks, and I instantly got turned on.
“That ain’t nothing. You wait until we leave here,” I said giving him something to look forward to.
“Bet, but we about to roll up over there.” He pointed to where Pig, Li’l Lo, and other members of the Height Squad had posted up.
“Oh, go head. I need to run to the restroom anyway. These drinks are running through me.”
“A’ight.” Hood gave me a kiss.
I left VIP and headed for the restroom feeling good about the night. Somehow I was finally feeling OK about the truck. While I had no idea how long it would actually take me to drive it, I was feeling okay about accepting it from Hood. After all, I loved him, and he wasn’t just any dude to me.
When I made it to the restroom I was glad to see I was the only one in there. All the stall doors were open. Which was good. The last thing I wanted to hear was a bunch of hoes chatting about their so-called ballers and what they had sexed him real good to get. Luckily I could get in, do my business in peace and quiet, and be out. As I finished up, I opened the stall door and my heart dropped.
“Where you been hidin’, Mya? I haven’t seen you around the Brewster?” Phil inquired.
“I’ve been around. Why are you in the women’s bathroom?” I tried to keep my cool.
“Look, bitch, don’t act surprised to see me. I know what you did. It wasn’t nobody but you.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about? Nigga, you must be trippin’,” I said as I tried to step around him to get out of the bathroom stall.
Phil grabbed my arm and pushed me up on the stall wall and closed the door.
“You must think I’m stupid! I remember all that shit we talked about that night. I know I was wasted, but I remember. At first I wasn’t sure, but the other night when Luscious and me was gettin’ high, he told me that dude voice sounded like a female impersonating a nigga. That’s when it hit me. All that shit you had asked me—that’s how you pulled it off.”
“Get your hands off me, Phil.” I struggled to break his grip.
“You listen to me. Nobody knows shit—yet.” Tiny spit drops flew out of his mouth and smacked me in my face as he threatened me. “I want one hundred and fifty thousand of that money, or I will make sure that Squeeze finds out,” he said while putting his lips close to my face like he was trying to kiss me.
“You smell good, and you a bad bitch. I’ve been watching you all night.” He put his head in the crease of my neck again and inhaled deeply. Taking in my scent, he smiled, then finally released me from his grip and opened the bathroom stall door.
I hastily walked around him.
“Oh, I know you were responsible for Drake too.” He stared at me as he walked past me, then stopped. “You have
until next Friday.”
I stood there for a moment speechless with a million thoughts running through my mind. What was I going to do? This nigga was on to me. What if Hood finds out I’m a stick-up bitch? If Squeeze finds out, I’m dead. Okay. I got to get myself together and go back to VIP. I looked in the mirror, checked my makeup to make sure I look worry-free, and then headed back to VIP.
I stepped back in the VIP room to find Rochelle beating the shit out of Felicia. I immediately rushed over, grabbed a Gray Goose bottle off one of the tables, and smashed Felicia across the head.
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