Before I knew it, I’d two pieced his ass in the jaw. I’d reached my limit today of being belittled as a man. He stumbled back, then reached for his pistol, a move I already knew was in the making. Before he could get it whipped out all the way, I grabbed it myself and cold cocked his ass on the left side of his head. Adrenaline was rushing through my body.
“Yo, Voodo, stomp that clown-ass nigga out,” Jerell cheered me on. “Teach that fuck boy a lesson.” He too hated cats to stunt on us. The amount of jokes that came our way for us being car washers was always a bit much to digest.
By now, everyone was watching me spazz out on the nigga with the flashy clothes, flashy whip, and big mouth. I didn’t care, though. I was lost in whipping his ass so he’d never speak down to me again. As powerful as he was in the streets, he couldn’t match me scrapping man-to-man. Blood was spewing from his mouth and nose with each blow I served his ass.
“You’re fired. Stop and get the hell off my property, Voodo,” the owner of the car wash yelled, finally appearing from the back. All he did was collect the cash folks paid when they initially drove up. I was shocked to see him up front, but word must’ve spread.
“Fuck this ho-ass job, fool. I’m out,” I yelled back at him. Even though I didn’t want to, I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I didn’t have anything to fall back on. And I only had twenty dollars in my pocket from the tips I’d earned drying cars. Glancing down at ol’ boy on the ground, my mind clicked, and from that point on I made moves that were unlike me but felt comfortable.
Digging in his pocket, I pulled out the small wad of cash he had folded up, and I stuffed it into my own. For him to be such a big shit talker, he sure didn’t have what I assumed he’d have. Then I got even bossier. Jumping in his whip, I threw the running car into drive and damn near hit every oncoming driver in traffic as I pulled out. I’d just pulled off my first robbery. The rush made me realize it was a life I could get used to.
Moni
Present Day
I pulled Voodo’s black Yukon truck to the curb of Felix’s historic-looking home. I waited for Jerell’s headlights to shut off behind me. I then turned off the ignition, waiting patiently for Voodo to tell me what was next. Crime gave me a rush. I was most definitely feeling my heart flutter. Looking to the back seat where Voodo sat with his hollow point centered to the side of Felix’s jaw, I surveyed the damage he’d done by whipping ol’ boy out in the club. Besides the look of fear on his face, it was lumped up and bruised badly. Part of that was because he’d disrespected me, and my dude stayed taking up for me.
Grinning at how dedicated he was to holding me down, I couldn’t help but stroke his ego. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah, baby girl. You always have and always will,” he said, taking the time to show me some affection. Up until now, he’d been busy making sure Felix stayed coherent and under control. “Now let’s do what we do and get to work. Here’s his keys. When we get to the front door, open it up for me and Jerell.” Voodo dangled them in front of my face, knowing I’d eagerly snatch them.
“Did you make sure the coast would be clear in the house, babe? Or do you want me to run in and make sure there aren’t any surprises?” I was more than ready for game time.
“Naw, we good. I’ve been trailing this nigga for the last couple of days, and he keeps the same moves. The only riders his ass has are those two pitiful punks Jerell got resting in his trunk. This is about to be a gravy payout for us.” After kissing me on the forehead, he opened the truck door and dragged Felix out onto the pavement.
I jumped out and made it five paces ahead of them. If my man said we were gravy, I didn’t have a reason to second-guess or question him again. I had the door unlocked and was holding it open just as both Voodo and Jerell dragged the men onto the porch. It was well after one in the morning, plus we were on a damn near destitute block. I was sure no one but the rats were watching us. Once they got both men inside, I slammed and locked the door behind us then waited for Voodo’s next command.
“A’ight, baby girl, me and my ace are gonna take care of these clowns. Your job is to clean this house out from top to bottom. He’s got cash, product, and all kinds of shit I can add to my wardrobe. Take it all!”
“No doubt, babe. I’m on it.” I eagerly jumped at hearing there was cash and product for us to steal. We’d be able to shop in the morning plus make more of a profit with whatever dope he was sitting on. Voodo was absolutely right. Tonight was nothing but a win-win for us.
“Hold up, Moni,” Voodo stopped me before I darted off. “I think this ho-ass nigga gotta say something to you before you go.” Loading one up top of his pistol, Voodo put his piece to Felix’s head then spoke each syllable slowly. “Now like I said back at the club, apologize to my lady. I don’t take too kindly to disrespect, so I’m more than ready to blow ya head off if you get to showing her some.”
“My bad. I’m so sorry,” Felix stuttered while trembling. “It’ll never happen again.”
“You’re damn right it won’t.” Voodo pistol whipped him, gashing his head wide open. Blood immediately poured out as a bloodcurdling scream left Felix’s mouth. “Do you accept his apology, baby?” At this point, he was mocking Felix, but I didn’t care. It was turning me on.
“Yes, baby. Thank you for always making sure folks don’t get out of line.” I walked over to Voodo, giving him another soft kiss on the lips.
“You ain’t never gotta look behind you with me having your back.” He smacked me on the ass. “Now you can go handle business.”
“Can y’all cut all that mushy shit out? I’m ready to start shedding blood or something,” Jerell impatiently cut into us both.
“Yeah, dude, let’s be on it,” Voodo laughed. “Once you find you a hood girl like Moni, you’ll be distracted and on some ride-or-die shit too. Now back to Felix the Snitch. I know all about the roundtable you had with the cops the other day. And like you’ve already heard, I’ve been trailing you, so I know about the cash you copped from ol’ boy you sold some heavy weight to. The only thing I don’t know is where the cash is stashed. Spare my girl some time and tell me where it’s at.”
“A’ight, bro.” Felix spit out blood onto his own shiny hardwood floors. “Let’s make a deal. Spare me and I’ll not only give you the cash you’re asking for, but more monthly. I’ll even recant my story to the cops. Just let me have my life, man.”
It was too late for excuses and begging. It was what it was.
“Shut the fuck up with that begging shit, Felix. I can’t take it.” Jerell put two bullets each into the chests of Felix’s ride-or-die friends. They went from barely moving to lifeless within seconds.
“We all know you can’t take back shit that’s been said to the cops. We also know if I let you out of here alive, you’ll run right back to the pigs and request to be moved out of the state into a witness protection program. You and I both know I ain’t taking no chances on you. Ain’t shit loyal about you, Felix. You’re more punk made than Detroit made. The answer is a bold no about making deals with yo’ chickenshit ass,” Voodo firmly said.
“Then it looks like you’re on your own. I’m not telling you, yo’ homeboy, or that bitch shit. May the next man you cross be damn the last.” Felix wished that bad drama toward Voodo through his gritted bloody teeth then closed his eyes. He knew the grim reaper was coming. Seconds later, Voodo signed off on the two bullets that ripped through his skull. It would have to be a closed-casket funeral for Felix.
Chapter Three
Moni
The sun hadn’t crept up yet after our long night, but it wouldn’t have mattered if it had. Until my man was satisfied, we weren’t getting out of bed. Smooth sounds of R&B were playing softly through the iDeck speakers, elevating both of our moods. I was kissing, sucking, slobbering, and bobbing for every nut Voodo could give me. For every time he jerked, he made my body jerk too. He was dining on my kitty cat hungrily. Getting freaky in the sixty-nine position,
our bodies stayed in unison. When his dick swelled and the veins got bigger, I could tell he was ready to cum. That made me grind down harder on his face so I could cum too. We were both sexual freaks.
After setting Felix’s house on fire with him and his crew inside, we came home and blew through about five blunts with Jerell, while divvying up the cash and product. The payout was one of the best we’d seen come out of Detroit. Despite the cops having a heads-up about me and Voodo being responsible for many robberies in the city, Felix snitching was a very profitable situation for us. If he’d never brought attention to himself, Voodo would’ve never tailed him to see he was actually connecting a lot of cats to dope from an even bigger supplier. The lick we’d stolen was the payback and re-up he hadn’t made yet. So not only did we take his life, but we were temporarily drying out the streets from dope, too. No connect meant no supply. It wasn’t us who gave a fuck, though.
“Damn, baby girl, you were trying to put it on me.” Voodo wiped my cum off his face, then propped himself up with a pillow. Reaching for the half-smoked blunt we’d blown before getting in a sex session, he lit it then passed it my way.
“Don’t front. I always put it on yo’ ass. You can’t handle me for real for real,” I joked, hitting the blunt hard.
“A’ight now, your mouth is gonna get that pussy in trouble,” he replied. “You already know this monster will wear you out.”
I laughed, knowing he was right. Voodo never slacked when it came to giving me grade A dick. Unlike some men who jacked off to pornos or let hustling slow down how often they fed women sex, Voodo always made sure I was sexually pleased. In return, I never turned him down when he was horny, and I kept our bedroom life spiced up. Not only was our relationship wild in the streets, with our chosen lives of crime, but in the bedroom, too. There wasn’t a position, sex toy, or role I wasn’t willing to play with to keep him satisfied.
“You ain’t ready, so g’on in that kitchen and whip me up something right quick.” He took my silence as a hint that my coochie was probably tender and sore.
“I’ma fix you something to eat. But please believe I’ll be back for another dose.” I bit my lip then took another hard hit of the blunt while taking Voodo’s sexiness in. For him to be straight raw and gangster, he was fine and flawless. You couldn’t find an imperfection on his body if you were paid to. At least I couldn’t. With dark chocolate skin, perfectly aligned teeth, and a thick fade gracing his head, he would’ve easily picked up a conceited college girl if that was his type. But that wasn’t the case. I considered myself lucky to be the woman of his choice. Therefore, I kept my tongue licking on his ripped six-pack of muscles, tattoos representing the street life he loved, and his thick black dick whenever possible.
Out of my zone and ready to please, it was time to freshen up a bit before putting my man together a hood-style breakfast. The lady in me wouldn’t allow me to prance around the kitchen with dick on my breath and cum dripping from my vagina. Taking a quick ho bath and brushing my teeth, I brushed my weave out and swooped it on top of my head, making a bun. It was the best I could do since my curls were sweated out. Afterward, I slid on a fresh black bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret, along with a pair of sexy black pumps. If he crept out of bed and into the kitchen, I wanted to make sure he was pleased with me on sight.
I wasn’t the type of chick who didn’t keep it cute for her man. Voodo was too fine for me to have bad days and slip-ups, no matter how loyal he vowed he was to me. There was always a chick lurking to take my place, so it was best to always have my A game presented. That meant I cooked and cleaned half nude in pumps and even dolled myself up on sick days that should’ve been reserved for looking like a peasant. It wasn’t hard, though. I was already a bad chick. The milk to Voodo’s black coffee skin, I was a redbone. But I wasn’t accompanied by green eyes and long hair. I had dark brown doe eyes, cute features that I kept well maintained, curves in all the right places, and I always rocked the best weave. I was perfect for Voodo, and he was certainly perfect for me.
Whipping up damn near a whole pack of sausage, a few cheesy eggs seasoned with salt and pepper the way he liked them, a huge pot of buttery grits with parmesan, and some freshly cut hash browns with onions, I was done within thirty minutes and waltzing back into the bedroom with his breakfast on a platter. He was half asleep with the video game remote in his hand playing basketball.
“Wake ya ass up, boo. I didn’t cook all this food for you for it to get cold.” I shook him, setting the platter down.
“Oh, shit, girl, you weren’t playing in there. You ain’t gotta worry. I’m about to smash on all of this goodness.” He dug in immediately. “And don’t think I didn’t notice your spicy lingerie or forgot about giving you another round. After I get this energy up in me, I’ma put it on yo’ ass so we both can pass out.”
“We’ll see about that, daddy.” I climbed into the bed beside him, diving into my own plate.
* * *
Stirred from my sleep by someone pounding on the door, I rolled over to wake Voodo, but he was already reaching into the nightstand drawer for his piece. “I see someone is amped and disrespectful this morning.” I yawned, rolling back over.
“Too bad I’m not in the mood,” he grunted, sliding on his boxers then walking toward the front door.
I rolled over, ready to doze back off, but I was disturbed by my vibrating phone. “Damn, I guess no one cares about me getting some beauty rest,” I complained to myself, reaching over to see who was calling. I almost sent my girl Unique to voicemail but thought against it because it was so early. She too didn’t usually rise and grind before eleven, so for her to be up at nine must’ve meant there was something going down that I needed to be aware of. “What’s up, girl?”
“I can’t call it, but I’m sure you can,” she responded, sounding wide awake. “Turn the TV on to the news.”
I found the remote, flicked the TV off the PlayStation to channel four, and tuned in attentively to the news reporter broadcasting live from in front of Felix’s burned-down house. It wasn’t that I wasn’t expecting the news and police of Detroit to be swarming all over this story. Hell, it was a burned-down house with three bodies inside, one of which belonged to an informant. But I didn’t think I’d wake up to it being breaking news on every local channel.
“There’s been a string of violent crimes in the metro-Detroit area last night. A house on the southwest side was set ablaze, and there were three bodies found inside. It’s believed but not confirmed that those three bodies and the killers are connected to the shootout we earlier reported at the Ace of Spades strip club. Reporters are live, and we will continue to keep you updated.”
“Wow, I see there was some harsh stuff going down in the D last night,” I spoke calmly into the phone. “That’s messed up. The city can’t catch a break when it comes to crime,” I said, making sure I didn’t incriminate myself. It was against code and protocol to speak about anything with value via telephones. In the line of business I was in, I didn’t talk, text, or post pictures on Instagram or statuses on Facebook. Those were all methods that were considered snitching on yourself. If the cops wanted to catch me up, they’d have to send a person with a live wire taped to their chests to implicate me face-to-face.
“I know, right? I’ve been seriously thinking about moving to another state once I get my paper up.” Unique played along with it. She knew about my lifestyle and lived by hood-coded rules too. “But enough of that depressing shit. I know you and Voodo are cuddled up together so just hit me up later.”
“A’ight, I’ll holla at you in a few hours. Thanks for keeping me current on the news,” I continued to play it off, then hung up.
Unique and I had only been best friends for a couple of years, but I trusted her more than I trusted myself on some days. She wasn’t into the life of crime like I was, but she didn’t frown upon how I got down. Nor did she run her mouth like females were known to do. Whenever Voodo and I did dirt, she kept her
ear to the street for news on who might’ve been jealous or feeling froggish enough to leap or snitch. And when Voodo and I were ready to move in together, she offered to put everything in her name so nothing could be traced to us. I wasn’t sure why she trusted me so much, but I took her loyalty to heart and returned the friendship twofold.
Getting up about to put my robe on to see what was taking Voodo so long, I stopped in my tracks when he walked back in. “I was just getting ready to come looking for you. Who was it?”
“Yolanda’s crazy ass dropping off Alexis.” He rolled his eyes. “I already went off on her about coming over here without calling and banging like the police, so don’t trip.”
“Ugh, your baby mama makes me sick,” I huffed. “She’s always trying to ruin someone’s day with her trifling behind.” Not only was I irritated by Yolanda popping up at our house, but I was irked because she’d permanently have strings to Voodo. Because they shared a child, she’d always be the other woman in his life. I hated the sound of her name. I hated whenever I was reminded of her role.
“Yeah, I know, but don’t you be the one to start on my day now, Moni. We had a great night that ended even better, so let’s not bump heads over something I can’t change.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Besides, I’ve gotta get up and prepare myself to play mama to Alexis. Where’s she at anyway?” Although I was ready to move on, the hint of animosity could be heard in my voice. Not about Alexis, but because of her ratchet-ass mom.
“In her bedroom, watching cartoons.” He waved me off, sitting on the side of the bed and preparing to roll a blunt. He was always stressed after dealing with Yolanda, especially when her appearances could strike up a bitter beef between us.
“Call me when you’re done rolling so I can hit it a few times. You’re not the only one who needs their morning attitude reversed for the better. Oh, and by the way, before it slips my mind, what we pulled off last night is on every reporting news channel in Detroit.” With that, I left him in the room to digest the information I’d just relayed. We were both used to our crimes making the news, so this was nothing but another notch on our belts. The only difference this time was that there was a dead informant and a lot of witnesses who saw Voodo and Jerell flexing on Felix and his crew at the strip club.
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