by B. , Ivory
“Yo!” He answered the phone with lots of aggravation in his tone. “Nice! Oh so you was there all along, that little bougie bitch been lying, okay it’s all good, wait till I catch that bitch in the streets.” “Ayo Mia she ain’t gon be too many bitches.” Ty’s eyes bulged “Oh I’ma bitch?! Tell her I’ma good one too, I’m the same bitch that’s taking care of her daughter!” Nice put his finger up to Ty and glared giving her the look that he could handle this. Mia was going totally berserk on the other end of the line, calling Ty everything except a child of god. “Mia! Mia! What the fuck do you want? Nobody over here into this back and forth shit over the phone, it’s childish and we ain’t into entertaining kids over here.” “Nigga you know what I want, I NEED A FUCKIN CAR!” Mia screamed as if she lost her mind. “You can’t be serious, you still on this car bullshit, Mia you drawling for real. You can stop blowin down my cell phones and calling my house and my peoples over this. I’ma tell you what I told you before, I’m not coppin you shit!” “You no good ass piece of shit! You can go trick off on bitches and buy them Jag’s but you can’t buy a car for me and your daughter! Yeah nigga, I know about you buying that bitch a Jag!” “Yeah and you could know, it wasn’t no secret. I copped my bitch a Jag so what,” “That’s real fucked up!” Mia shouted through angry tears now. “I’ma let everyone in Philly know that you’s a lowsey piece of shit dead beat muthafucka! You out here trickin on hoes’ buying them cars while me and your daughter catching cabs and bumming rides!”
“And what? I’m supposed to feel sorry for you? Yo Mia you stupid as hell, I isn’t trine down you, I’m just keeping it alumni and putting you on to game. Mia I offered you a Benz for free. Now I know you probably felt some type of way about driving the new misses old whip, and that’s cool, but you didn’t have to. You could’ve used that car as a trade in and copped you something new, or damn near new, with no car payments. The car was a little over two years old, low millage and one owner. You could’ve copped you a new little Altima or Max. Hell you could’ve even lucked up and copped you a Ack or Infinity. But I guess all the cars I just named ain’t to ya standards. So in that case I don’t feel sorry for you. I tried to do what I could for you, but that wasn’t enough. So I’m done. We gon hang this shit up right now, straight plasma that shit! As far as my daughter she ain’t gotta bum or beg no one for a ride, I send a car service to bring her back and forth to school. Another word of advice ma, tell them niggaz you fuckin they gotta pay to lay. Ain’t no reason a chick as pretty as you should be bumming rides, if you gon be out there fuckin you better learn not to be left wit a wet ass and empty pockets.”
Ty’s eyes bulged; well damn she thought to herself. Mia was stunned to silence for a few seconds. “Fuck you Nice! I gotta drive a fuckin Altima a Altima! While this bitch is pushin a Jag!” Mia was screaming so loud Nice had to take the phone away from his ear and he could still hear her. After all Nice had said to her that’s the only thing she got out of what he said, her driving an Altima, Mia was denser than he thought. “You bitch ass nigga. I hope that hoe juice you for everything you got. You and that wide bottom bitch can eat my pussy on a bloody day! I’m taking yo black ass to court for child support!” Mia threatened. “Mia do you. You like a broken record. Send them papers if that’s what you doing. I’ll be waiting on them.” “Take his ass to court girl! Dig all up in that nigga pockets like a wedgy!” One of her girls chimed in from the background. Nice shook his head Mia had an audience. Oh boy! That only seemed to get her going more. Nice chuckled “Yeah whateva nigga, you can laugh, you gonna get yours. Cause you done fucked with the wrong one. Nice you know me, I’ma get mine by any means necessary, so I will see your ass in court. Since you won’t do willingly I’ma have the white man make you do what you have to. In the meantime I’ma hop on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and let the whole world know what a deadbeat you are. Fuck you and yo bitch!” With that Mia hung up. Ty looked on shocked and felt even worse that she had given Nice so much hell these past weeks. He was going through enough drama with his baby mama.
Lucky had just gotten from the mall with Ky and was dead tired. They had spent hours in the mall and Ky was all but too excited about her new cell phone. Yup, Lucky had purchased her a little firefly kid’s cell phone. The phone was the cutest thing and it didn’t even require the child to have to know numbers, all they had to do is push a picture of a man or woman that represented mommy or daddy. Lucky had to laugh at that, these people were inventing any and everything to have parents spend their money. She taught Ky how to dial both her and Los’s number, until Ky knew it by heart. Lucky was shocked to see how fast she learned to use that phone. It was as if these kids were born to work electronics especially cell phones. Lucky knew she would probably hear Mia’s mouth but she didn’t care. It nearly killed her when Ky told her she had no way to call her Daddy or her Uncle Carlos, because Mia would threaten to beat her if she picked up the house phone to call them. So Lucky purchased her a phone and programmed everyone’s number with speed dial, from Grandma Cathy and Tina to Uncle Jah and Auntie Keema. All she had to do is push one button to get to the people she wanted.
Lucky ran over to her Iphone she had threw leisurely on the couch to answer it. “Hey Pa!” “What up Ma?” “I miss you that’s what’s up.” “I miss you too Lucky Charm.” “Are you already in New York?” “Yeah I been here for a few hours now.” “And what did you buy me?” Lucky said with a smile on her face. “Nothin at all, spoiled ass,” Los lied. “Where’s baby girl? Put her on the phone for me.” “Okay; Kyy! Come get the phone baby, It’s your Uncle Carlos.” Ky ran for the phone snatching it nearly out of breath. “Hi Uncle God Daddy! Where you at?” She asked breathless with her hand on her hip. Lucky shook her head, Ky was something else. Lucky didn’t know what Los was telling her but whatever it was had to be pretty damn good, because Kynah was smiling from ear to ear. “Auntie he said he gonna bring me all the candy I want!” Kynah bragged. Lucky frowned her face up “Oh is that right?” Kynah handed Lucky the phone and skipped off happy as ever. “Baby now why did you tell that girl your gonna give her candy? You know she don’t need that mess.” Carlos laughed “I gotta make up for not being there.” “Well when do you plan on being here?” “I gotta handle a lil somethin but I’ll get there.” Lucky knew not to say much else about anything over the phone. “Okay Daddy stay focused and hurry back home to me.” “I will love.” with that Los hung up longing for his wifey and it had only been half a day apart.
Lissette sat in her hair salon which was one of the most popular Dominican salons in Brooklyn. She may have owned the shop but she didn’t know the first thing about hair nor did she want to know. The business was mainly one of many businesses her family owned as a front for their real livelihood and that was the drug game. Lissette was born into this life both her mother and father were killed over a drug dispute and she was raised by her aunt and uncle. Even though she wouldn’t show it she was kinda scared that her reign on top as being one of the baddest bitches in the five boroughs of New York and the baddest in Brooklyn would come to an end soon if her family couldn’t survive this drought. The family businesses including the salon made money but not enough to cover the extravagant lifestyles they lived, especially hers.
She sat in a dryer chair while listening to all the latest drama poppin off in Brooklyn. Lissette watched one of her hairstylist Keisha sew in a customer’s weave. She was always intrigued by how it was done. Keisha was sick with that damn needle; she could do some of the best weaves especially sew-ins in New York. Keisha would sew it in and the Dominican stylist would blow it out. Chicks would come out of that damn shop looking like Pocahontas for real.
“So listen, the nigga cheated on her with some trashy ass bird. And had the nerve to eat the bitch out. Not only did ole boy catch Gonorrhea but he caught it in his mouth. Came back home fucked wifey kissed her and now got her all fucked up in the game,” The chick in Keisha’s chair said. “Oh hell nah! Niggaz ain’t shit I tell yah. I know
we talkin about a ghost right? I know she killed this muthafucka right?!” “Hell nah girl, you know she kickin that dumb shit. I love him that’s my baby Daddy,” Keisha’s client said. “Then I don’t feel sorry for the bitch and she deserves to be walking around with her breath smelling like rotten ass. The next time she come in here I’ma tell her ass straight up and down to talk to me thata way,” Keisha pointed to the wall. The three women burst into hard laughter falling over holding their stomachs. “No for real son, I would have felt sorry for shorty if she would have stuck up for herself. Cause you know I been there done that, niggaz out here are straight trife life. Men will only do to you what you allow. But a nigga givin you a STD in ya grill piece, oh hell nah! That shit right there is justification for you to go HAM. What if ole boy came up in the crib kissed her and they kids? Then what? Men don’t think wit the right head I tell yah,” Keisha said disgusted with the news of one of her client’s. “Um, um, um girl I can’t call it, but anyways Keish what up with Karon fine ass?” “Girl get that shit outta ya mind, leave my baby brother alone.” “Baby? Girl that’s a grown ass man, believe me when I say,” the chick in her chair said. “Yes, grown and fine as fuck.” Lissette screamed high fiving the chick in Keisha’s chair. “Y’all betta stop plottin on my brother,” Keisha warned swaying a fire hot curling iron. They all started laughing.
Carlos hopped out of the Cadillac coupe he had rented to drive up not wanting to drive any of his own cars for anything business related. As he stepped into the salon he noticed just how packed it was and took note at how many women in there eyed him hungrily. He walked up to the reception desk where a young chick that looked to be no more than 16 or 17 sat.
Olga Lissette’s Aunt stood at a washing bowl washing a client’s hair when she noticed the front part of the salon go almost silent. She looked up to see a handsome man walk into the salon. She could tell by his demeanor and aura he gave off that he was the connect. Olga was old school, just like Lissette she was born into this life. She was trying to take Lissette under her wing and teach her things about the game but it seemed like Lissette was only concerned about the finer things the game had to offer, not the work it took to survive it. “Lissette!” Olga called over to get her niece’s attention. She nodded her chin over to Los who was at the front of the salon walking up to the reception desk. As soon as Lissette’s eyes followed her Aunt’s nod her pussy jumped and started to beat as if it were going into cardiac arrest. It was no big secret that Lissette had a thing for black men. Hell she messed with more black men than Dominican, even though her family didn’t approve. The rule was you could fool around with them all you want but don’t ever marry or breed with a nigga. “Dayum who dat?” Keisha asked. “A friend. I’ll see you ladies later,” Lissette said before strutting away with extra sway in her hips.
The chick at the front desk eyes lit up as she saw Los walk closer. She made sure to pull her shoulders back and put her perky double D’s on display. She smiled brightly and licked her lips “Papi can I help you with something?” “As a matter of fact you can Mami if you’re Lissette.” The young chicks face turned from a smile to a frown almost instantly. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “No, she’s back there,” the girl pointed. Los turned around to see Lissette walking towards him. Lissette was a bad bitch. Her figure 8 shape was flawless. She was a 10 and she knew it, you could tell from the way she walked. “Hey,” Lissette said walking up to Los. “Hey how you Ma?” A slow smile spread across Lissette’s face. Man the view up close is even sicker she thought to herself. She picked up on an accent it wasn’t a New York accent but it was cute. “I’m good, come on you ready?”
They stepped outside the salon and walked down the street side by side. She looked up at him, looking him over, she loved his style. It was pretty boy thuggish. Reminded her of Fabolous the Brooklyn rapper. “You know of anywhere to eat out here? I’m hungrier than a muthafucka,” Los complained. “I know this one spot out in Manhattan; it’s a really nice spot with great food.” “A’ight this ya city ma lead the way.” “Oh, a man that’s not afraid to let a woman take the lead, I like that,” Lissette said flirtatiously. As they walked up to Lissette’s car that was parked on the side of the salon, out of nowhere Los wrapped his arms around Lissette from behind pressing his body up on hers and running his hands down the front of her body. Lissette was startled at first. From the way he moved his hands it didn’t take long for her to realize he was only checking her for wires, that didn’t mean she didn’t like it though. Los let her go when he was satisfied he didn’t feel anything. “No offense but I don’t know you.” “None taken,” Lissette said with a smile. They hopped in her 750 Beamer and drove through Brooklyn to get to the restaurant. Los leaned his seat back and peered out the window as she drove. Lissette couldn’t help but look over every so often. She couldn’t believe that she was sitting here acting like a damn school girl with a crush.
The restaurant was a little swank place with pretty good food. They made small talk until Los cut right to business. “It was a few places raided out here in BK not too long ago, anyone from ya camp get knocked?” Lissette shook her head yes. “A few foot soldiers, no one important to the organization.” Los shook his head “Y’all still looked out on that bond tip though right? I mean, it be the same dudes who felt shitted on when they got locked with no bail money that can be the biggest problem for you later on, just a little food for thought.” “Point taken,” Lissette said, catching a bit of an attitude, feeling as if Los was trying to tell her how to run her operation. “A’ight, I was thinking about 20 keys for 25 apiece.” Lissette made a face “I was hoping for a little more. I was thinking more along the lines of 30 keys. I mean, you do have that right, you’re a connect.” Los chuckled at the absurdity of her questioning whether or not he could fill the order of 30 keys. “The question ain’t whether I have it or not, the question is whether or not you can knock that off. I’m not so sure you can, and since this is my product. I’ma hit you off with just 20. Cause no matter what, I want my money,” Carlos said with a serious as a heart attack look. “How about 25,” Lissette said with pleading eyes. Los lifted his fitted and ran his hands over his waves then face. “22 and not a key more.” “Okay, I can work with that. Now 25 per brick is kinda steep. We weren’t even paying our last connect that type of money is this negotiable?” Los shook his head no and leaned in closer. “Baby girl, from the way the streets is lookin when we drove through BK shit is dried the fuck up out here. I didn’t see a corner boy out there for blocks, so in that case you have no room for negotiating; especially when I’m giving you work on consignment. Plus the shit I’m giving you is grade A, not that garbage whipped weight you been coppin from across the border.” Lissette swallowed hard. She was under the impression that her pretty face, bright smile and fat ass could get her a better deal but that definitely wasn’t the case. Her Uncle probably wouldn’t be happy with the deal, but what other choice did she have? It was his keys and she had to pay his price since she was getting work on consignment. It was obvious that he wasn’t confident in her ability to knock off 30 keys. She would have to show and prove, that’s how it was in the game. “Okay. That’s a deal.” “A’ight I’ll send my peoples through with that this weekend to the bodega over on 115th.” “Sounds good; thanks again for everything that you’re doing.” “Thank me by paying me,” Carlos said as he waved a waitress down to pay the bill. Lissette reached for her purse first and pulled out a credit card to pay instead. “I got this,” she said. “You sure?” Los asked apprehensively. “Yes I’m sure. I can afford to pay for dinner, I’m going through a drought right now but I’m not destitute,” she said with a smile. It was really rare that Los ever got treated out to dinner by a woman so he let her pay.
They walked back to Lissette’s BMW, “Baby girl throw them keys over here.” Lissette threw her keys to him and hopped in the passenger seat. Los hopped in and adjusted the seat. “No offense but I got places to go. I can’t afford for you to be dri
ving like Grandma.” Los said as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Grandma! Excuse me I wasn’t driving like grandma it was traffic!” Lissette said through laughter pushing him playfully in the arm. Lissette turned up the volume on Power 105 and sat back as Los road through the streets of Manhattan towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Lissette took notice of just how well he knew his way around the city even though she knew he wasn’t from there. They were making pretty good timing and traveling without interruption until they hit the main strip leading to the bridge traffic was at gridlock. Los slammed on the breaks right in back of a car that was at a standstill. “Fuck!” Los muttered under his breath he lifted his fitted and then placed it back on his head shaking his head back and forth. Lissette reached over to the stereo turning down the music. “So Grandpa what’s that shit you was talkin?” Los looked over at Lissette smiling and her panties creamed on site O.M.G he has the cutest dimples. “You got jokes ha?” Los asked. Lissette just smiled back. They sat in traffic for about 20 minutes inching up inch by inch, all along Los continued to look at his Audemeur every couple of minutes.
Lissette reached over and turned down the music. “Who got you on the clock like that wifey?” Lissette teased. “As a matter of fact yeah,” Los answered. “Ohh,” Lissette answered both shocked and disappointed.” “What a lucky girl.” Los chuckled thinking of the irony in her comment. “Yeah she’s lucky indeed,” Los said. “So how long have you been with her?” Los felt a little uncomfortable with answering questions about Lucky. He was very overprotective of her and always wanted to keep her away from his dealings in the streets. She picked up on his hesitance to answer her question regarding his girl. “Damn you nosey, nah it’s been a while, almost 3 years.” Lissette jerked her head back shocked. She never took Los to be the type of nigga to be in a relationship especially for that long. “Wow she must be one hell of a woman to keep a dude like you locked down.” “Yeah she is,” was Los’s only response.