by Bianca
“I’m taking this picture just in case you go missing on me like you did a few days ago. Where were you, nigga? I had been calling you and shit, but that old ass man told me that you weren’t there. You had gone back home or something?” he asked me.
“Mayhem, I’m going to go study for my history test,” Malice said and dapped us both up and ran up the steps to his crib.
“Yeah,” I lied.
I just wasn’t ready to tell him about my life just yet. I trusted him, but that was still a delicate situation.
“Next time, tell me and my pops, nigga. You were gone for a whole damn three weeks with no phone call or nothing. Thought you was dead or something,” Mayhem said.
“My bad, fam.”
Bending over to tie up my boots, Mayhem lifted up my jacket and shirt at the same time, making me push him back.
“What the fuck, bro?” I growled.
“See, I knew I wasn’t crazy a few months ago when I saw that you had a big ass bruise on your back. I notice that every time you go ghost on me, you show up with bandages and stuff on and new bruises that you think you be hiding. What the fuck is going on with you, bro? And don’t fucking lie to me, Frank. You owe me that, for real.”
“I don’t owe you shit, Mayhem,” I snapped and walked away from him.
My chest was heaving up and down, and the crisp wind was drying up the tears that was threatening to come down my face. I was pissed. I ain’t want anybody to know my fucking secret, and he had just exposed me. Now, I was going to lose the only friend that I had because of this fucking secret.
“Frank!” he called after me.
He caught up with me and put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. I was sure my face was red as a tomato coupled with the fact that it was cool as fuck out here.
“Look, I’m your homie, Frank. You can tell me anything, bro. If your home life ain’t good, you can come and stay with me and my family. My dad calls you his son, and he don’t do that with just no anybody. I ain’t gon’ judge you, bro, and I ain’t gon’ look at you different. I really want to help you, and I can’t do that if you keep keeping stuff away from me.”
Having to make a split decision, I looked both left and right before I leaned in and said, “My name is not Frank.”
“I knew that shit,” Mayhem said, but then looked confused before saying, “What does that have to do with your bruises?”
I shrugged before heading toward the bus stop.
“Uh, I ain’t riding no bus,” Mayhem said.
“Look at you, rich nigga.” I laughed. “If you want to hear this story, you’re going to have to get on the bus.”
After waiting ten minutes for the bus, it slowed up, and luckily for us, there weren’t that many people on there. We went all the way to the back seats where it was empty. Once we were seated, I looked out the window at the buildings.
I sighed before speaking. “I was born Chaz Alphonso Bourne, in Memphis, Tennessee.”
I looked at him, and he was wearing a worried look. The bus ride was going to be an hour and just enough time to get my whole story out. The whole time I was telling my story, Mayhem listened, only stopping me when he didn’t understand something I said. Just as I was finished telling my story, the bus had come to a stop. He followed me off the bus, and we stood there for a second.
“Thank you,” he finally said.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. I can’t believe you was still sane after holding that shit in. We about to get your clothes, and you coming back with me, and you gon’ stay at our house.”
“No, no, we can’t tell anyone, Mayhem. I only trust you.”
He shrugged and said okay, but I wasn’t sure if he would tell his dad or not.
“Where we going?” he asked.
“To check the mailbox. I have to see if my parents sent me something. I have been waiting by the mailbox every day.”
We walked in silence until we got to the driveway of Ricky’s house.
“Mane, that look like a vampire live in there.”
I opened the mailbox, and there wasn’t anything there. He got shit in the mail every day, so he must have already checked the mailbox. His car wasn’t in the yard, and he didn’t park in his garage anymore because he had so much shit up in there. Me and Mayhem walked up the driveway, and I used my key to enter the house. I went in first, and just when Mayhem closed the door, I heard him struggling to breathe.
Turning around, Ricky had him in a chokehold so tight that I knew he was getting ready to pass out in any minute.
“You gon’ bring this thug ass nigga in my house. What the fuck did I tell you?” Ricky growled.
As I rushed up on him, he threw Mayhem on the table face first, breaking the glass, and me and Ricky started fighting. I could only hang with him for so long before he started getting the best of me.
“Mayhem, leave now!” I ordered him.
Mayhem started crawling toward the door, and Ricky pushed me back and kicked Mayhem in his side. Gathering my footing, I jumped on his back and jammed my fingers in his eyes.
“Mayhem, get the fuck out! Now!” I yelled.
Ricky backed up against the wall, and bumped my head against the wall, twice, before making me let him go. I slid down to the floor because I could barely stand anymore. He had bumped my head pretty good. He was stalking toward Mayhem while he was slowly trying to crawl his way to the door, and I yelled his name, prompting him to look at me, and he rolled over just in time to miss Ricky’s boot coming down on his face. Mayhem rolled over, pulled his gun from inside his jacket, and shot Ricky in his thigh. He must have hit an artery or something because he was bleeding like a racehorse. Ricky fell over but managed to pull his knife from his boot. He threw it at Mayhem and barely missed his neck. Struggling to get up, I watched Mayhem’s finger getting ready to pull the trigger again.
“Mayhem, nooooo!” I yelled out.
It was like everything moved in slow motion as Mayhem pumped Ricky full of bullets, and he fell back. Mayhem dropped the gun and groaned from pain because he had glass pricks in his skin.
“Aggghh,” I heard Ricky groan.
I grabbed the gun and walked over to Ricky, who was choking on his own blood. Blood was everywhere.
“Do-do-do it,” he sputtered.
I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right through his fucking forehead.
“Call my dad,” Mayhem groaned.
I found Ricky’s phone, called Korupt, and told him the address that he needed to get to. After I called Korupt, I slid down next to Mayhem, who was holding his ribs.
“See. I always got… always… got your back, bro,” Mayhem whispered before he passed out from the pain.
“Frank, you good?” Mayhem called out to me from the chair.
I shook away the memory and stood up with the pieces of glass in my hand. That day cemented our brotherhood for life. Might as well say that he’d killed for me because the first bullet that Mayhem sent through Ricky’s thigh was going to kill him anyway. Ricky fucked me up for life, and I’d never feel bad about that nigga meeting his death violently.
“Yeah, I’m good. This picture frame fell and broke.”
“Aight. You know where the broom and stuff at,” he said.
After that day, I moved in with the Baileys, and I finally knew what it felt like to be around family. A loving family. The house that Ricky was killed in was burned down and rebuilt. Well, Korupt put a couple of duplexes on the land, and he rented them out.
That night.
I walked up and down my line of people that were supposed to report to me, with adrenaline rushing through my body because I had just stomped this nigga’s head until I could see his skull. He was bleeding out a few feet away from me. Stopping in front of the newly appointed guy, Bash, I turned to face him, and I smiled.
“Good evening, Mr. Bash,” I said, and he nodded his head.
Bam!
I punched him directly in his ribcage, cracking
at least one of them, and he doubled over in pain.
Bending over and getting closed to his ear, I growled, “Um, I like when people speak when spoken to. Now, again, I spoke to you.”
“Good evening, boss,” he groaned.
“You see what happens when you lie to me? You get flattened like a pancake in the worst way,” I told him.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” he said, making me smile.
“Stand up. I ain’t even hit you hard,” I said and patted his back.
“Now…” I said and continued on my journey up and down the row of niggas. “Nobody saw Pablo stealing the drugs?” I questioned them.
“No, sir!” they yelled.
“So, what y’all telling me is that Pablo was a one-man army?” I questioned.
“Yes, sir!” they yelled.
“For some odd reason, I feel like someone in here got something they need to say,” I said and walked behind the front line of niggas that report to me and walked up and down the aisles of the niggas that reported to the front line.
They all were staring straight ahead as I walked up and down the aisles.
“Now, I’m going to go back to the front and walk back up and down the aisles again, and whoever needs to say something, better speak now. Last chance.”
I walked slowly down the first aisle and didn’t hear anything. The second aisle was quiet, and when I got to the third aisle, I heard one of the new dudes whisper something. I backed up and leaned in so he could repeat himself.
“Gumbo,” he whispered.
“Humph.”
I whispered back to him, “Go get Gumbo, and you and him, go up front.”
“Hu-huh?” he asked, and I could sense the fear in his voice.
“Luckily for you, Cole, I don’t repeat myself. So you can act like you didn’t hear me if you want to.”
I walked away from him and walked up and down the rest of the aisles slowly, and no one else said anything. I walked back up to the front and stood there and looked at Cole, who had pissed his pants as he was walking toward Gumbo, who was shaking his head ‘no’ profusely. He pulled Gumbo out of line and brought him to the front of the line. They both stood in front of me, shaking.
“Boss man, I have a daughter. Please,” Gumbo begged.
“Awwweee, you have a daughter,” I mocked him. “Try that I have a kid shit with Mayhem, not me, because I don’t give one flying fuck. I’ll tell you what. I’m not going to kill you…” I trailed off.
He blew out a sigh of relief.
Nodding my head toward Cole, I said, “He is.”
I went and got a foldable chair from across the room and came and unfolded it right over Sackz’s body, taking a seat. I pulled the Skittles out of my pocket and emptied some in my hand and threw them in the back of my mouth. They both stared at me as if they were wondering what they should do.
“What? Why y’all staring at me like I got shit on my face? Cole, kill him. The fuck you waiting on? I got pussy I need to go slide up in. Y’all taking all mothafuckin’ night,” I said and looked at my G-shock, seeing that it was now past two in the morning.
Someone coughed, and I held my hand up to stop Cole from opening his mouth. Looking past them two and at the group of niggas, I said, “Anybody got a cold back there? You don’t make no fucking sound when you standing in line. Am I understood!” I shouted.
“Yes, sir!” they replied.
“Now, back to you two,” I said and poured more Skittles in my hand.
“I-I-I-I don’t have a gun,” he stuttered.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Improvise.”
Cole took his belt off, and I wondered what he was about to do with it. Him and Gumbo started fighting while I was sitting back eating my Skittles. It was the new kind too, and they were extremely juicy. After about five minutes, both Cole and Gumbo were a bloody mess, but neither one of them were giving up. I yawned and shook my head. I stood and walked in between them. They knew better than to hit me, so they immediately stopped. I got behind Gumbo and snapped his neck, making him fall to the ground.
“Cole, how fucking hard was that?”
I pulled my gun from my side and used the gun to tell him to get on his knees.
“I-I-I tried boss,” he stuttered.
“You tried?” I laughed. “I knew you weren’t going to kill Gumbo with your bare hands. You’re not me. I just don’t like snitches. They become a problem later,” I told him right before I pumped two bullets between his eyes.
“Now, anybody else got something they need to get off their chest?”
“No, sir!”
“Meeting adjourned.”
I called the cleanup crew inside so they could clean up and I could go the fuck home and crawl between Alex’s legs. Hopefully, my dick would stay the fuck up this time.
Alex
I looked at my Apple watch and saw that Frank didn’t make it into bed until well after four in the morning. Honestly, I wondered where the fuck he was because ever since he almost caught me on the phone with Bash, he started staying out late. I was getting tired of being in this big ass house by myself, and Bash wasn’t really answering the phone like that for me anymore since we had almost gotten caught. It was a whole mess.
He cuddled up behind me, and I could tell he had just gotten out of the shower because his skin was still damp. I tried to move out of his embrace, but he didn’t do anything but tighten his grip up on me. I leaned over as clicked the lamp on, and then turned around to face him. He had his eyes closed tight as if the lamp was bothering him.
“Frank, your dick can’t stay hard, so you must be putting it in someone else.”
“Hmmm,” he groaned.
“Open your eyes and answer the fucking question, Franklin. You been coming in this house late, and your dick can’t even stay hard. What the fuck?” I hissed.
Not opening his eyes, he said, “Alex, my dick can’t stay hard because every time I try to penetrate you, I think about you fucking another nigga. That’s not my fault. It’s yours. Turn the light off and go to sleep.”
“That doesn’t answer my question!” I hissed.
“Yes, it does. You asked me if I was fucking someone else because my dick can’t stay hard. I told you the reason my dick can’t stay hard. Now turn the light off, and let’s go to sleep,” he said.
“I asked you were you fucking someone else.” I huffed.
“You did not ask me if I was fucking someone else, Alex. You really didn’t ask me a real question at all. You made a couple of statements and then said, ‘what the fuck?’ which is not a real question, and it honestly could have been rhetorical. Turn the light off, pleaseeeee.”
I hated when he would be a fucking smart ass. It grinds my gears because I rarely have serious conversations with him, and when I do, he has to be a fucking smart ass.
“Why you got to be a smart ass, Frank? You know what the fuck I meant.”
“I was at the warehouse. Killed three niggas tonight, Alexandria,” he said and then opened his eyes. “One was stealing. One was a snitch. The other one turned a blind eye when a nigga was doing wrong. That’s where I was tonight, Alex. Do you have any more questions? No? Then turn the light out.”
I reached up and turned the lamp off, and Frank’s dick started growing on my ass. I wondered if he got off on killing niggas. He could really talk about killing people like saying what he was thankful for at a Thanksgiving dinner, and it was really scary. The first time he did that to me, I suggested that he get therapy, and he snapped at me, telling me to mind my fucking business.
I backed my ass up on him a little bit, and he pressed his hips into me.
“Hmmm,” I moaned.
I arched my back into him, and I reached behind me and started gripping his dick through his briefs. Frank’s dick was so big and thick, and at this moment, it was what I needed. He placed small kisses on the back of my neck while gripping my waist, pulling my ass on him. He reached around me and started rubbin
g my pussy through the seat of my panties really slowly. Frank sank his teeth into my neck like he was a damn vampire, while he stroked my pussy slowly through my panties. Wow! I couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was getting, and I didn’t even have to think about Bash. This felt amazing, and I needed more. I prayed that his dick stayed hard for me. Taking control, I turned over and straddled him. I was getting ready to reach and turn on the light, but he stopped me.
“No,” he whispered.
He grabbed the sides of my muscle shirt and pulled it toward the middle so both my titties were hanging out.
“Baby, I’ll take it off.”
“Nah, leave it on, bae,” he whispered.
He pulled me down by my shirt and placed my right nipple in his mouth. That opened the floodgates of my pussy, and I started grinding slowly against him while he continued to suck on my nipple while caressing the other one.
“Frank,” I whispered.
“Shhhh,” he hissed out.
He moved to the other nipple and started sucking on it while caressing the other one. It felt so damn good that I was about to have an orgasm just from him sucking and caressing on my nipples. He placed small wet kisses all over my chest and then started placing kisses on my neck. He started to suck, and it felt good, but I knew that I was going to have a hickey. Something about it felt intentional, but I was going to roll with it. I was sure that I was going to have at least five hickies on my neck.