“What the fuck you mean uh huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Whatever, ain’t nobody got time for this bullshit.” Marcus reached for the door handle. “I’ll be back in a little bit,” he said over his shoulder.
“Don’t take too long. If I have to come get yo ass I’m fucking you and that bitch up,” Lala vowed wickedly.
Before she could even look away, Marcus’s hand came flying toward Lala’s face. The slap stunned her, and she just sat there for a few moments, trying to take in what just happened.
“Blood, like I told you—stay yo ass in the car. I got this,” he said with malice in his voice as he stared at her. “If you was to fuck this up for Savage, Aleesha would never let you live it down, so just chill. I’ll be back when I get back,” he said as he got out of the car.
As soon as he shut the door and began to walk away, tears started pouring from Lala’s face. He had never put his hands on her before, besides pushing her while arguing or choking her while they were having sex. She knew she had to find a way to leave him soon, before he could ever have the chance to abuse her again. Mama didn’t raise no fool, she thought to herself as she wiped away her tears and sat thinking in the car.
It Ain’t No Fun If the Homies Can’t Have None
Smurf saw Marcus walking up through the blinds, and had the door open for him before he could even knock. After Marcus walked in, Smurf shut the door behind him.
“Where’s Noelle?” Marcus asked as soon as he got inside. Marcus and Smurf had known each other since they were toddlers. Their mothers had been best friends, and constantly kept the two around each other. Now umpteen years later, they considered each other family, and were even from the same ‘hood. Smurf and Noelle also knew one another for years. He had an 8-year on again off again relationship with her older sister, so he was like a brother to her.
“She went to work, but she took care of that shit earlier,” Smurf said, referring to her dropping the charges against Savage. Smurf was almost six feet tall with long hair that was pulled into a ponytail, and had a full beard and mustache. He was Mexican, but could’ve passed for a light-skinned black man.
“Aight cool, cool. Shit, you tryna blow?” Marcus asked, lighting a blunt he pulled out from behind his ear.
“You already know, blood,” Smurf replied as they walked and sat down on the couch. “Damn, you just gon’ leave yo bitch in the car?”
“Man, fuck that bitch.”
“Damn, it’s like that?” Smurf asked with a laugh.
“Yeah, that bitch stay gettin’ on my nerves.”
“Nigga, you must love the shit if you still with her.”
“Hell nah, I love that pussy,” Marcus said, making the both of them laugh. “But ay blood, what did you do with that whip?”
“Shit, I got that shit off a couple days ago. I had my niggas give it a new paint job, put some new tires and shit on it. I sold it to this bitch I used to fuck around wit’.”
“Oh fa sho’. I had some people that wanted to snatch it.”
“Shit you a couple days late, but good lookin’.”
“Fa sho’ blood. You know I got’chu.”
“Hell yeah,” Smurf said as he laid back in the couch.
Twenty minutes later, Marcus came strolling out of Noelle’s apartment.
“Well?” Lala asked as soon as he got in the Mustang.
“Well what?” Marcus asked.
“Do I gotta fuck a bitch up or nah?” she asked impishly.
“Nah, you know I handled that shit.”
“Aight,” Lala said as she got out her iPhone 5 and texted Aleesha: Everything’s A1.
“I need you to drive my shit home,” Marcus said, fishing the keys out of his pocket and handing them to Lala.
“The fuck. Why?” she asked as she took the keys.
“Savage’s car is still here and I need to drop it off to Aleesha.”
“Why can’t I drop his car off to her?” Lala questioned. “She is my best friend.”
“Blood, I don’t need you fuckin’ up shit in his car,” Marcus stated. “And that’s like my sis. My nigga would be mad if I didn’t go and check up on her.”
“Yeah, you right,” she said as she started to get out of the car. “Why can’t I follow behind you?”
“Man, go the fuck home,” he responded, getting annoyed the more he talked to her. “I’m just goin’ to drop off this car and talk to her for like five minutes, damn! You act like you fuckin’ her, blood. Why do you need to go everywhere with me?”
“I don’t. I’m not trying to be home by myself,” she admitted. “And how the fuck are you going to get back home anyway?”
“Smurf is comin’ to pick me up, we goin’ out tonight,” he responded.
“So you weren’t going to tell me you were going out tonight?” Lala asked, getting angry as she crossed her arms.
“I ain’t gotta tell you everywhere I fuckin’ go and everything I do.” Marcus spoke with venom in his voice. “As long as I come home to yo ass you shouldn’t be worried about shit.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It is the fuckin’ point.” Marcus sighed, trying not to get worked up. “I don’t feel like arguin’ wit’ you. Can you just take my shit home?”
Lala huffed. “Whatever. Fine then, punk ass.”
They both got out the car and she went around the side to get in the driver seat. She peeled off before Marcus could even get a few feet away from the car.
“Bitch,” he said as he walked to Savage’s Charger and got inside.
***
Aleesha was laying in her bed thinking about Savage. As soon as she had received the text from Lala, she got happy knowing her husband would be home, hopefully sooner than later. As she was smoking a blunt, she heard a knock at her front door. Who the fuck is at my door? she thought aloud as she went to answer it. She was surprised to see Marcus standing there when she looked through the peep hole.
“Wassup foolie?” she asked when she opened the door.
“Shit, I came to drop off that nigga’s car,” he responded, walking in.
“Thank you. I thought his shit was impounded or something,” Aleesha said with a giggle. She closed the door and they walked into the living room and had a seat on the couch.
“How you holdin’ up?” Marcus asked.
“I’m better now. And thank you so much, for everything,” she genuinely expressed, “for real, foolie.”
“No problem, Leelee,” he said, eyeing her, “you know I got’chu.”
“Yeah I know. Where’s Lala?” she asked, starting to feel weird.
“At the house,” he stated simply. “I had her drive home while I came and dropped his shit off.”
“You need me to drop you back off at home?”
“Nah,” Marcus answered with a quick head shake, “Smurf finna come swoop me.”
“Oh okay,” she said, relieved. “What y’all have planned for the night?”
“Shit just chill. You tryna blow one wit’ me before I leave?” he asked as he pulled out a small container of weed.
“Of course, bro.”
Marcus rolled up a blunt, fired it up, and he and Aleesha talked while they puffed away. Next thing you know, two more blunts had been rolled and smoked, and they were high as kites.
The whole time they smoked, Marcus was checking Aleesha out on the low. He pictured having her meaty thighs wrapped around his waist, and the way her ass was protruding from her shorts made him want to see it wiggle on his dick while he fucked her doggy style. She shifted and crossed her right leg under her, and he was able to see the imprint of her fat pussy through her shorts. He wanted to taste her so bad, and didn’t care about the circumstances that would come with it.
Next thing you know, Marcus leaned over and started kissing her. He tried to pull her shorts off but Aleesha pushed him off of her and onto the floor.
“What the fuck!” she yelled as she stood up.
“Man, Aleesha stop playin’. Y
ou know you want this dick,” he stated arrogantly.
“Marcus what the fuck!” she yelled. “I’ve never wanted you.”
“Blood, I swear on my life nobody will know,” Marcus said, getting himself up off the floor. He tried to grab at Aleesha to pull her closer toward him. “I know you wanna fuck.”
“Stop!” she yelled as she pushed him away. “The fuck, bro! No I don’t and I never will! I’m not with that fuckery! I’m fucking married to your best friend and my best friend is your girl! What the fuck, Marcus?” Aleesha yelled the whole while as she stared at him. She was so heated, and didn’t know what to do.
Marcus cocked his head disappointedly. “Blood, you on that bullshit.”
“Nah, you on that bullshit,” she said, moving away from him. “I think you had a little too much to drink or you got a little too much weed in yo system, bruh. You need to leave now. Like yesterday now, for real for real.”
“Whatever, bitch,” Marcus mumbled under his breath as he left out the door.
Aleesha didn’t know what came over Marcus. She wanted to tell Savage, but knew it was against her better judgment. She didn’t want to fuck up their friendship, or hers with Lala. She reasoned that it had to be too much liquor in Marcus’s system and he wasn’t in his right mind. She just hoped he would never try it again because next time, she wouldn’t be so nice.
A Real Woman by Your Side
Even though Savage was locked up, Aleesha knew there was still money to be made. She knew she had to work overtime to look after their businesses, and she also had to make sure the plans to expand their dispensaries to new states was getting done on time. It was hard work, especially with her partner in crime not being there to help, but she managed to get it done.
Savage and Aleesha talked every day on the phone, and they had made up since the last time she had seen him but, that was the last time. Aleesha didn’t attend his court appearance, nor had she gone or was going to go visit him. Not because she didn’t want to though, but because Savage didn’t want her to. He didn’t want to see her hurting and to see the pain he was causing her. When he went to court, even though Noelle dropped the charges, the judge still made Savage spend a little time in the county, plus he was going to have to pay a fine and attend anger management classes. But while he was locked up, he made sure he made his time in there beneficial.
During this time, Savage had a cell mate named Tech. Tech was an older gentleman who was considered an OG in his ‘hood. He was a well-known and respected gangsta, with plenty of connects for artillery and drugs, and was currently awaiting trial for killing his daughter’s boyfriend.
A couple months before her 18th birthday, Tech’s daughter’s boyfriend made her run away with him to Las Vegas. He pimped her out, had her on hard drugs, and violently abused her. When she finally got the courage to run away, she went back home and told Tech everything he had put her through. So, when the boyfriend came back to California and showed up at his house to try and get his daughter back, Tech killed him, and went to jail happily because of it.
Usually when Savage was locked up, he kept to himself, worked out, and did his time, but Tech was an OG that had a lot of wisdom to share. The two clicked while working out one day, and ever since then he was always giving Savage pointers on how to stay one step ahead in the streets. But he was soon going to become an even bigger aspect in Savage’s life.
“So what day you get out youngsta?” Tech asked Savage one day while they were in their dorm.
“Shit, next month on the 18th,” Savage happily replied.
“Hell yeah, I know you can’t wait to get out and get some pussy.”
“Mah nigga, you don’t even know. As soon as I get in the door, wifey already know the drill.”
He and Tech started busting up laughing.
“I heard the hell out of that. But why haven’t she been up here to see you?” Tech asked.
“I told her not to come up here. It’s bad enough she gotta handle all the shit out there.” Savage sighed. “I don’t need her comin’ up here gettin’ all emotional and shit.”
“Yeah,” Tech agreed shaking his head, “I don’t know one female that ain’t like that.”
“Yeah, she knows I’ll be home soon though.”
“That’s wassup. So she really that ride or die type that be holdin’ shit down, huh?” Tech asked interestedly.
“Hell yeah,” Savage said as a huge smile spread across his face, “she stay on her grind makin’ sure shit gets done. And she’s been with me through my worst.” His mood quickly became somber. “And I put her through a lot of shit. I’m surprised she actually married a nigga,” he said with an amazed look on his face.
“Yeah, those type of women are hard to find nowadays,” Tech stated. “Make sure you do whatever you need to do to keep her by yo side youngsta. Ain’t shit like havin’ a real woman in your corner.”
“Man I’m already knowin’. The bitch that got me put in here is supposedly pregnant wit’ my baby,” Savage admitted angrily. “And even though I know that shit is killin’ my girl, she still forgave a nigga and is still rockin’ with me.”
Tech raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Don’t let that go.”
“Believe me, I’m doin’ everything in my power not to,” Savage stated. “But ay, I need to holla’ at you about some other shit.”
“I’m listenin’,” Tech said as he gave his full attention to Savage.
Savage knew this would be the perfect opportunity to politick with Tech. He knew Tech could get him some of the best product, for a cheap price, if he got in good with him. He had to play it smart, and say all the right things to make sure Tech knew he was all about business, but more importantly money.
“Aight, I got a business proposition for you,” Savage said.
“I’m always about business as long as I’m eatin’,” Tech said, already knowing what Savage was getting at.
“Nigga if I’m eatin’, you eatin’. And I’m talkin’ mothafuckin’ all-you-can-eat buffet,” Savage said as he and Tech exchanged a handshake.
“Aight, I see what you getting’ at,” Tech nodded in agreement, “so what you need?”
“I need pounds, ASAP.”
“Shit, that’s nothin’. That could be done by tomorrow, but I need to be eatin’ today.”
“Oh fa sho’, I’ma hit commissary after I hit up wifey, let her know to be on standby.”
“No doubt.”
Tech gave Savage a list of everything he wanted from commissary. He usually didn’t do business with men he didn’t know too well, but he had heard about Savage’s reputation and business ethic. He knew Savage was about his money, and knew this would benefit him in the long run, especially since he was facing hard time.
Savage wasted no time calling Aleesha. He let her know that he had a new connect, and to be ready to do business the next time he called her. When he got back to his dorm with Tech’s commissary in tow, they went over the proposition, and the next day when Savage was to call Aleesha, he was going to give her all the info she needed. She was going to meet up with Tech’s nephew Black, and sample the product. Then it would be solely up to her to decide if they wanted him to be a supplier. Even though Black was going to sell it to her for a low price, she had to make sure it was still a good quality and that it could double their profit.
A couple days later, Aleesha couldn’t wait to tell her husband about her newest business transaction.
“Hey honey!” she sang into the receiver after she accepted the call.
“What’s up baby?” Savage asked back.
“Nothing much. I’m getting ready to go out with Lala and Amina. Problem is performing at a club in LA, so we’re staying the night up there.”
“Aight wifey, have fun. How did everything go with Black?”
“Oh everything went well. All the perfume he brought with him smelt so good. I sprayed some on me and it lasted the whole day.”
“Oh word?”
“Yes babe, he eve
n had a kind that smelled like Fruity Pebbles.”
“Damn, I can’t wait to smell that shit on you.”
“Me too baby.”
Even though everything they did was legal, Aleesha and Savage still talked in code over the phone. They continued their conversation until the time limit was up, leaving Savage feeling satisfied knowing he had made the right choice in doing business with Tech.
Until he was released, Tech continued to pass down wisdom to Savage. He schooled him on the ins and outs of the game, and how to continue to stay one step ahead. Savage promised Tech that when he got out, he would look after him and his daughter and continuously check up on her.
Unexpected Blessings
A whole month had passed, and Savage was finally a free man. He wanted to surprise his wife so he kept his release date a secret from her. All Aleesha knew was that he promised to be home before her 23rd birthday, which was a few days away on the 20th of August.
Savage sat at the entrance of West Valley and patiently waited for Marcus to pull up. Thankfully, his best friend didn’t have him waiting that long.
“What’s good nigga?” Marcus asked as they two exchanged a quick friendly embrace once Savage was in the Mustang.
“Shit. Just happy to be up out that mothafucka,” Savage said as he put on his seatbelt and reclined the chair back.
“Here nigga,” Marcus said as he handed him a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter, and then proceeded to drive.
“Good lookin’.” Savage took the blunt and fired it up. “Everything still copacetic?”
“Hell yeah. So what you tryna get into tonight? We turnin’ up or nah?”
“Nah not tonight,” Savage said as he tried to hand Marcus the blunt.
Marcus shook his head no. “That’s all you nigga.”
“Good lookin’. But yeah nigga I got a wife to go home to now. I ain’t tryna be in nann bitch face but hers.”
“I can’t believe yo ass got married,” Marcus stated. “You was the main one talkin’ ‘bout how you would never let a bitch tie you down.”
“Nigga I know. Her ass came along and shut all that shit down,” Savage said as he began to laugh, “but she really is the one though. I never thought I’d find a female that’s really wit’ the shit like her.”
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