by Brick
The plan was going down. Now that we were back, Phenom explained that the five-o would be looking for people associated with Dame. That meant Jake, Baby G, and Trigga, as well as his newfound chick Ray-Ray. But who they wouldn’t be looking for was Kwame Kweli, Jackson Hawks, Gina Lewis, Diamond Jenkins, and little Chasity Kweli. Yeah, we’d legally changed her last name. Honestly, they wouldn’t even know to look for Ghost; she didn’t exist in their world, which was good.
Five-o only knew about a kid in a hoodie, another big-ass dude always sporting shades, and the many tricks Dame owned, which worked in our favor. We knew if the law started hunting for us by our looks, then Dante’s hands were all on it. But that nigga knew nothing about our real names except for Diamond. That nigga didn’t know her last name at all.
The game was on and this party was about checking out our old enemies and getting our names in the streets. Everyone here was after my goods i.e. ecstasy and fresh product I could lace them up with. No, I wasn’t really about lacing my people with drugs, but sometimes being in the jungle meant you had to adapt. This was a warzone and I had to put pride and principle to the side for a minute just so I could get the job I’d set out to do done. This time I was only here to go after one nigga, wanted to get him before he got me. So, this shit was all a game. Trigga was back, and shit was about to get buck.
My smile widened even more as a sexy almond-butter shawty with an ass asking to be grabbed came up to me and pressed her lips against mine. My hands rested on her curvy waist and I pulled back to drop a pill on the tip of her pink tongue. All around us smoke blazed in the air causing a fog while people danced on tables or in the pool, swung from light fixtures, and got hyped as London grime flipped to dancehall music. A smirk played over my face as the heat of the party felt like everyone was fucking.
Groups of people melted together started parting like the Red Sea and that was when Diamond stepped through the large crowd. Ma was dressed in black and white zigzag leggings, with a tight black cutoff top that showed off her stomach but fell in the back like a dress. On her feet were wedged black kicks that tied up around her calves and her plump lips were dipped in red as her hair sat on her left shoulder in a French braid. I watched her tap the chick in front of me, who was grinding on my dick, on her shoulder, then snatch the broad by her weave.
The music seemed to go on pause, as I heard Speedy shout with a laugh, “Oi! Pussy on pussy! Tuneeeee!”
Horns blazed around the room and the party got super hyped. My blood, Speedy, swayed with the music. He had one hand on one broad’s tit and his other hand on another’s tits. Beats headphones were on his ears. His long hair braided in designs that looked woven, swayed against his shoulders. I noticed that he tilted his head to the side to whisper in a dolly’s ear before growling at the girl and pretending like he was going to bite her as he pulled both chicks around him and they giggled. Nigga was a straight clown and real with it. But back to the fight in front of me though.
My dick thumped instantly against my thigh in my jeans as Diamond caused the broad who kissed me to bend backward while exposing her neck and her titties from out under her mesh top, before falling on her ass. Fists went flying with the rhythm of the beat. Cat growls, and grunts sounded off and Diamond kicked the chick so hard, that the broad rolled on her side holding her scratched up face.
Jake held Gina back from joining in on the fight, whispering in her ear, as her eyes reflected back and, “Oh yeah,” and she turned in his hold to dance back on him, while leaning her face up to brush her lips against his.
Everything was all right in my world as I studied both chicks go at it Worldstar style. Rolling a lighter against my fingers, I tossed it in the air then crossed my arms over my chest before the broad who kissed me scrapped at the floor where Diamond dragged her then ran off into the dancing crowd holding her face and covering her tits.
“Trick-ass bitch. I collect hair like bag of weaves. Keep yackin’,” Diamond spat out, jumping stupid like she was about to go after that broad again.
She turned with one hand on her hips, looking at her nails as if filing them while smacking her lips as she chewed on her gum. “Trigga, don’t make me cut you, nigga,” she snapped.
I smirked. Yo, shawty was on some hoodrat shit for real. I wasn’t expecting none of that to get as sexy as it did. But betcha it got the attention of those we wanted it to. My hand reached out to pull Diamond to me from behind. When her plump ass fit against my dick just how I liked it, and she looked over her bare shoulder at me, with narrowed cocoa black-lined eyes, I knew we were going to be fucking as soon as we found the time to slip away from the game. Shawty was a bad bitch, regardless of how confused she got me.
She turned in my grasp, reached out to grip my jaw then wiped my mouth before giving me her tongue to taste while she dutty winded with my hand on that ass. Shawty smelled damn good. She felt like butta too and all I could do was chuckle at the bullshit and mutter, “ENGA.”
Chapter 17
Dante
I stood over my brother’s and my father’s graves. Nothing in me made me want to pay honor to either one of these niggas. Weak motherfuckers. Both fell because of pussy. Pussy set my father up. Some white bitch undercover cop fucked him, got in his head. The nigga ended up in prison, then dead. Damien dug into some young underage pussy who threw him off his game. Fucked him up. Now he sleeping six feet under right next to pops. Weak niggas, I loathed them. Still, my brother was my family and family had to be avenged. Blood was thicker than mud any day and I knew Dame would be gunning at a nigga for me if the roles had been reversed.
The fact that Phenom and Anika had taken out my wife, unborn child, and sons did something to me on the inside. I’d kept that part of my life hidden from the underworld I lived. I’d underestimated my enemy just as he had done me. Only thing was, I never got to see my family again. Most people said I didn’t have a soul. After seeing my wife sprawled out underneath the balcony of our bedroom window and my two eldest sons with their brains panting the pavement, I knew I didn’t have one either. Phenom and Anika would pay for what they had done to me.
“Any particular reason you called this meeting of the minds in a graveyard, my man?”
The sun was shining but the day was cool and windy. Twelve men surrounded me like the Twelve Tribes of Israel. Of the twelve, only six had had found me before I had to come looking for them: Armando, the head of the Latin Kings; Nicola, the head of the Russian Mafia in the south; Valentino, head of the Italian Cartel; Prodigy, head of the Jamaican Lords in Georgia; Kim, head of the Asian Clan; and Stiff, head of the Black Sicilians stood closest to me. He and Valentino had beef, but that was to be discussed at a later date. Those six men hadn’t answered my call to arms when I’d put it out and required me strong-arming some of their shipment and money to get their attention and since the death of my brother had already damn near bankrupted the underworld of the A, they got my message and came quickly.
After S.B. had checked them all for weapons and one of Kim’s men checked me, I sent S.B back to the car as did Kim his man. I turned to look at the men who’d all been under my brother’s rule during his time on this earth as the head of state. It was nothing for me to find out that out of the twelve families, my brother had wronged these six men in some way. That explained why they all looked at his mirror image with a scowl.
“You know why you’re here,” I responded. “I think we have a common enemy.”
“We?” Prodigy repeated as if what I said had been comical. “Mi brudda, me and yuh got no common enemy.”
“I think we do. His name is Trigga. His uncle is Phenom.”
My eyes narrowed as I studied six men in question. I paid close attention to their reaction at the mention of that little nigga’s name. Armando’s jaw ticked but he remained quiet. Word around the way was that him and Trigga had beef because of some shit that happened between him and my brother. Nicola puffed on a Cuban cigar but remained silent as well.
“That
little black motherfucker who fucked up my way of life for the last nine months?” Valentino asked.
The way he spit the word “black” out like it offended him wasn’t lost on Stiff. While Valentino looked like the classic Italian gangsta in a suit and tie with the long black trench coat blowing in the wind, Stiff was a dark Sicilian with more black features than white Italian. The tension was thick, just the way I wanted it to be.
“Ah, di young boy dat tek down yuh brudda?” Prodigy commented.
For some reason, the way that nigga was smirking like he got a kick out of my brother being dead made the scar on my upper lip itch.
“Please, tell me why he is my problem,” Kim finally spoke up. His chinky eyes never wavered as he gazed at me.
“Is it me?” Valentino cut in. “Or did that little black piece of soot not fuck up all our money when he popped Damien?”
My eyes cut at Stiff when he slowly turned his attention to Valentino. They called him Stiff for a reason. That motherfucker barely moved and when he did, it was like he was a fucking statue.
“One more time, Valentino, and I’m going to leave your body in this fucking grave field,” Stiff warned.
Valentino’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. “You threatening me, you sunbaked motherfucker?”
“Cut the shit, you two. Measure your dicks later in private. This man here is talking important business,” Kim countered and squashed the rising tension. He may have been the shortest motherfucker out of the six, but no doubt he was one of the deadliest. He was quick and could kill before you knew you were dead.
While Valentino and Stiff stared one another down, Kim turned to me. “How will me going along with your agenda suit me? Will it get me my money and product back?” he asked.
His expression was serious. I simply smirked and nodded.
“What’s my return on investment?” Stiff asked.
“Before my brother died he ran most of these zones. I’m willing to give them to those who show me allegiance in this turf war. I want that little nigga and everybody associated with him dead. No body parts found. That includes that little girl they have with them, too.”
“Mi no fi tink yuh ’ave the right fi do that, eh?” Prodigy spoke up.
I could tell by the way his lips turned up that he was going to be a problem. “Why not?”
“Nigga, do yuh know who Phenom is? Yuh really trying fi rumble wit dis nigga over his blood?”
“He did take out DOA,” Stiff mentioned.
“It’s one of him and how many of us?” Valentino interjected.
Stiff grunted. Kim rolled his shoulders. Prodigy laughed. Nicola and Armando remained silent.
“What’s so funny?” The chill in my voice when I asked the question had the rest of the men in the graveyard turning their attention on him as well.
He threw his hands in the air, grinning. “Mi dun know. Maybe shits funny because one man tek your whole dynasty and him blood come buk fi finish di job, eh? Or maybe tis shit is funny because these here ma’fuckers is trusting of a man who has nothing fi lose, yuh? But everyting fi gain. Mi no fi go fi battle wit dis nigga for you.”
As he continued to speak, spittle flew from his mouth and his grin turned into a scowl. I rolled my shoulders and stepped front and center so that it looked as if me and Prodigy were in the middle of the ring about to square off. The thumb on my right hand clicked around the hook of my cane.
“So, you saying you don’t want fi do business, eh? Saying you no trust me?” I switched my accent from the American one to match his Caribbean one. Prodigy shook his thick, matted locs and matched my stance.
“Would you trust a man wit’ one hand?” he sarcastically responded.
He wasn’t afraid of me. That was good. I liked that shit. It made my dick hard. After he asked that last question the rest of the men looked down at my hands. My heart blackened with ice thinking about how I’d lost my hand. The nub that remained twitched underneath the artificial limb that now resided where my hand used to be. Since I had both hands gloved, none of the men had noticed. The fact that he knew this told me where his allegiance lay. I didn’t have time for bullshit and I didn’t have time to play games. All these motherfuckers were expendable to me, but none of them needed to know it until the endgame was near. The fact that Prodigy was standing in a graveyard challenging my agenda made my nuts coil.
Before his next breath was taken, my sword was released from my cane. The end of it connected to his abdomen. His grunts and groans serenaded me as he bent forward with blood spilling from his mouth. I shoved the knife clear through his back.
“Yuh don’t motherfucking look a gift horse in di mout, pussiclot,” I growled and snatched the weapon back toward me as I twisted it.
When he dropped to his knees, I cut that nigga’s head clean from his body. My dick pulsated with the need to release in that moment. I could feel my pre-cum leaking from the tip as I watched his head roll near Armando’s and Nicola’s feet. There was a look of disgust on their faces.
“You two are quiet, why?” I asked without breaking a sweat.
“Nothing to talk about. That little motherfucker ran his mouth. Got me put on blast in front of the people,” Armando stated.
“If you about to put my sources back in line, then my loyalty lies with you,” Nicola added in a thick Russian accent. “Nothing else to talk about.”
“Good. Then this meeting is over. We’ll meet again in two days. Until then, I need volunteers to go meet with Phenom.”
“Wait a minute,” Stiff said looking at me.
“What?”
“Anika. Where’s the African queen?”
I looked around at the men and saw that they were none the wiser about the connection between Anika and Phenom. I chuckled inwardly. I’d just keep that tidbit of info for leverage later.
“What about her?”
“Why isn’t she here?”
All eyes were on me.
“That is what we need to find out, gentlemen.”
Deep inside I wanted to kill every nigga in my presence, but I needed these pawns to get me inside and have their people tell me what I needed to know. I needed their little runners and street imps to be eyes and ears. Phenom and his little pussy-ass nephew had to pay for their sins. Once and for all DOA would have its vengeance. We ended that meeting after setting all the plans in motion for their people to get close to that little makeshift crew of wannabe hoodlums. I had one ace in the hole already. I chuckled at the thought. They would never see that one coming.
“How’d it go?” a thick British-accented voice asked me as I slid into the back of the limo.
I looked over at S.B. and grunted. I really didn’t want to talk. “We can talk later,” I told him.
My dick needed to be sucked. The dead body of Prodigy still lay in the graveyard over my brother’s grave. The hard on I had from that needed to be handled. I pulled my dick out, leaned back with my arms stretched wide. That nigga knew what to do. For as hard as he was in the street, he sucked a mean dick in the back of that limo.
Chapter 18
Ray-Ray
That party set everything in motion. We’d already had a plan before we stepped feet back in the A. I couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t different being back home, because everything was different. I was no longer the Diamond I was when this whole thing had started. I was wiser and more cunning. I saw everybody as the enemy who wasn’t a part of our misfits’ crew. Me and Trigga’s relationship had been rocky. I didn’t know what the fuck love was but I knew I felt something when I looked at Kwame Kweli. That was why it was nothing for me to whoop that girl’s ass. It was supposed to all be for show, but when I saw her put her mouth on Trigga, something fragile in me snapped and it was nothing for me to lay hands on that ho.
In the past six months, between watching our backs for Dante’s retaliation, I’d gotten my high school diploma. Anika had made sure of that. Trigga and I walked a thin line between wanting to be together and really
not know how to get there. We did the best we could with what we had.
“Prodigy is dead,” my aunt said as she walked into the house, breaking my train of thought.
She dropped the backpack that was on her shoulders. She didn’t stop until she kissed her husband on the lips. Army boots covered the bottom of royal blue tights giving her more of a high school teenager than and street queen, which she was in ATL. Her Havana twists lay on her head in two goddess braids just like her daughter.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Dante gathered all of the bosses here and word is that Prodigy didn’t make it out. He was one of the bosses that aligned with me when Dame was on his bullshit,” she explained.
We were all gathered in the front room waiting for Phenom to give us the daily scoop. Trigga, Speedy, and Big Jake had been on the block doing what they did. Me, Chyna, and Gina had done a walkthrough of the old neighborhoods just to show our faces and to get the hood talking. Talked to a few old associates and acquaintances just to show that we were the new “kings and queens” of the streets. Believe it or not, most people had known it was us who took down Dame simply because of the cops he’d had on his team. They’d been asking questions nonstop. Word was they had even put a bounty on our heads.
That didn’t stop us. We wouldn’t stop until everything that resembled DOA was good and dead. Everything was a ploy. Chyna was pretty in her own right, but you added me, her, and Gina together strutting our asses around the neighborhood and you better believe every nigga, bum, and bitch wanted to holla, as was the plan. Gums were bumping. Niggas was jawing and it was all about the ENGA clique.
“I didn’t see that coming,” Phenom admitted.
“Me either. Was hoping he was smart enough to contain his anger. Word is Dante beheaded him right in front of the other bosses.”
“So this nigga on some scare you into submission type shit,” Trigga asked.
I looked at him while he leaned forward rubbing his big hands together as he kept his eyes on the window in the kitchen. I knew what he was waiting for as he glanced at the Movado watch on his arms then back at the kitchen window.