Locking my shit. This ain’t my main shit. My main house where I let all my troubles go is located in Augusta. You don’t shit where you eat and all that good shit.
“Happy now, nigga?” I spat, climbing in the back of the SUV.
“Ecstatic,” he quipped.
“The fuck is yo ass rushing me fa’?”
“Cuz yo ass slaw as fuck, fa’ no damn reason. Yah ass gonna be late to yo own damn funeral,” he spat, like that shit makes sense.
“Shidd, muthafucka, yo ass should want to miss that bitch. Check it tho, I ain’t dying, nigga. Plus, don’t shit start without Stone,” I let his ass know.
“Yeah, aiight,” was all he said, while continuing to drive.
“Wha’sup, Stone? Yah ass look like yah trying to snatch the pussy. Fuck the drawls,” Racks spoke, causing Banks to laugh. I had to chuckle too, which is rare.
Nodding slightly while plucking the hair on my chin.
“Shidd, I’m due fa’ sum new, new. But not from LSC. That’s that ran through. I need some fresh shit,” I spoke, causing them to nod.
Pussy comes a dime a dozen. The shit that’s thrown at me don’t do shit fa’ me. Bussin’ a nut is easy, real easy. I need some quality shit.
“Aye, y’all got them niggas on post? This posed to be a friendly fucking day, but busta ass niggas always show they fuckin’ ass when shit’s going good. I know they got they dicks in they ass since we took over the ‘Quad.’ Kids and the elderly gonna be out today. They are not to get hurt,” I asked, reclining slightly.
I’m glad his ass drove this stretch customized shit. He ain’t lied when he spoke on my ass not driving. I don’t drive. Not that I can’t, I just prefer not to. That’s why God made drivers and shit. Anything I ride in is bullet proof.
“Yeah, man, them niggas been there since fo ’day this morning. Plus, the jakes out there. So, shit should run smooth,” Banks confirmed.
“Tight work,” was all I said, as I looked out the window.
This bout a forty-five minute to an hour drive. Banks, he’s my day one nigga. He got a fascination with knives. He can throw them; his aim is perfect. The sharper the better.
“Aye, yo baby moms posed to be out there?” Racks asked Banks, causing him to cut his eyes at him.
“Why the fuck yo ass asking bout her fa’?” He snapped.
“Calm the fuck down. I told yo ass not to fuck the trick. Her ass got that voodoo pussy. She was pregnant before, ‘Let’s fuck’ was good out yo mouth. Be mad at yah damn self. That bird shows her ass every fucking where she goes,” Racks taunted.
“Fuck you. Yeah, her dumb ass posed to be out there. She ain’t gonna stop ‘til mom dukes ends her life. She loves playing with her time and patience. Mom dukes slapped fire outta her ass the other day. The only reason her stupid ass ain’t dead cuz of her daughters. Shit, they might be better off without her ass,” he vented, going in.
He was fucking pissed. Chuckling, I shook my head. This nigga the only man in history who held up the DNA center to make sure the test was done right. I saw Lil’ D two days after he was born. Lil’ man looks more like Banks than his damn self.
DeaMonti, or Banks, been my boy since I came to the states. I’m from the small island of Guinea that sits in the Pacific Ocean. I’m one of the few black men you’ll come across who has natural blonde hair. Being that my ancestry is Melanesian. The only other men that share my looks is my father, brothers, and grandfather.
Sadly, my grandfather is the only one alive. My father was killed in a drug deal gone wrong. My older brothers tried to avenge his death. One was killed, while the other went to prison. My mother sent me to the United States to live with my grandfather. She didn’t want me to fall into the drug game like my father and brothers did.
I don’t even remember my father or brothers. I’m that going through the change baby. My mom’s was pregnant with me when all this took place with my father and brothers. Believe it or not, there’s a seventeen year gap between my youngest brother and me. Sending me to live with my grandfather was her last resort. She just refused for me to get caught up. She stayed on the island to take care of her elderly mother.
My grandfather took me in with no problem. What my mother tried to keep me from, she sent me straight to. There was a reason my grandfather was in the US. He controlled the drug game, along the east coast. He’s controlled it fa’ many years. Some have come and tried to take his throne, but no one has been successful. His the real OG if there ever was one.
My grandfather would send me back to the island every summer to visit my mother. Those were the best times. She’d love on me and feed me. After every visit, once I returned to the states, I would feel homesick. My mother knew nothing of what I was actually doing in the states. Gramps always said it was best that way.
I always felt like the less she knew, the better. Well, my last visit was the year after my senior year of high school. I graduated with honors, of course. Gramps didn’t play when it came down to my education. He always said,
“Never take for granted what the white man didn’t want you to have. A smart black man will always be a threat to an ignorant white man.”
I’ve held firm to that. Well, my graduation, or the day after, was one time I will never forget. My mother went all out with a party. It was small, but still. She was proud of me and my accomplishments. She pulled me to the side,
“Ryco, my boy, I love ya so very much. You’ve made me very proud. Seeing ya walk across the stage meant everything to me. I love you. You’ve turned out to be so handsome, respectful, and strong.”
Her words were so sincere and touching. I told her I loved her too. She kissed my forehead and sent me on my way. We finished the evening off. The next morning, I headed back to the United States. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that wouldn’t leave me. A week after I returned home, we got news that a typhoon leveled the entire island of Guinea. I didn’t want to believe it although, they showed pictures of the land. Grandpa had us flown out in a private plane, and sho’nuff, there was nothing. An emptiness consumed me. The only person, blood relative, I had left, was my grandfather.
I met DeaMonti, well Banks, in the tenth grade. He approached me. I wouldn’t talk to anyone and a scowl adorned my face at all times. I didn’t talk due to my accent. Shortsighted people tease, bully, and taunt, when they can’t understand. Me killing an imbecile wouldn’t sit well with my Gramps. Well, Banks he didn’t even talk to me, he just hung with me. It was the oddest shit. Until one day, I looked at him, he looked back at me then,
“Wha’ dee fawk do you want?” I asked, lowly.
He started chuckling. I thought he was laughing at my accent. That wasn’t the case though. He just didn’t answer me. This went on for bout a week until,
“Yo ass ah pretty cool dude. I like the way yah ass moves. Although I’ve been yo shadow, I don’t know shit bout you. That’s real nigga shit. I’m DeaMonti, but I’m known as Banks.”
From that point on, we been thick as thieves. We run the fucking east coast.
“Oh, the ass and titties are out today! Yes, sirrrrr sundress season in full effect. Stay away from the ones whose panty lines show. They know some shit,” Racks whistled out, bringing me out my head.
Turning to face, the window I have to agree with his ass. There’s some upgrades out today.
“Damn. Who the fuck is that?” Banks blurted out, titling his head.
I didn’t say anything. I already know who he’s speaking on. You can’t help but see her ass. She’s tall as fuck and super thick. The shit looks unnatural, but I know better. Silicone and shots don’t shake like that.
“Yo pussy hound ass talking bout the stallion that’s standing with Aquaneesha?” Racks called out.
“Hold the fuck up? The fuck is an Aquaneesha?” I blurted out, before hollering, followed by they silly asses.
“That mean she got water on her knees,” Banks choked out, causing us to holler more.
“You ah f
ool, boy. Let’s get out. Shit, time to get this shit started,” I stated, after getting myself together.
He pulled the SUV over, parking it where we always park. Out of the line of view blocking the bouncy houses from the road. Since the SUV’s are bullet proof. The other two did the same damn thing. Unlocking the door, we climbed out. Checking my clothes everything is still pristine as when I got dressed.
This heat is so disrespectful. My black wife beater, Khaki cargo shorts, footies, and all white Air Force Ones may not survive. With my towel hanging out the back of my shorts covering the handle of my gun.
“It’s a hoe oasis out this bitch. Shit, I ain’t had no pussy since night foe last. I’m feeling backed up,” Racks stated, smoothing his goatee.
Shaking my head walking off towards the stage. He’s a smooth white boy. He got heart. He can kill a fucker with his bare hands. He saved my life one night. I was outta town on some scoping shit. It was bout to be a fucking takeover. My name rang bells to many, but not my appearance. At that time, I was a fucking ghost in my dealings.
My grandfather taught me to be seen when needed, not just because. I was in a semi upscale strip joint in Texas. Yeah, I had plans on expanding to the Midwest, then the west coast. I’d heard one of the big timers ran things through the club. The bitches were okay, the drinks were watered down, the atmosphere was funny. I blended in as much as I could, by rocking a baseball cap pulled low on my head with my dreads hanging down my back.
My clothes didn’t have any markings on them. Black and gray was my color scale. I was chilling, seeing how sloppy this nigga’s operation was. Without a word from me, some freak hoe strippers flooded the section I was occupying. I knew then what time it was. They started putting on a show. One pulled my dick out, I let her, she started deep throating my joint. While one started eating her out from the back. The third one was popping her ass in my face. I can’t lie, they were doing the damn thing. I wasn’t faded, though I gave the illusion. I never got faded when I’m out, especially if I’m alone. Alert, always alert.
So, I saw when the little freak hoe slip something in my drink, I didn’t touch it anymore, although they were watching me. They faces cracked, when I stopped them then left. As soon as I hit the alley where I parked, about ten dudes jumped out.
The leader of the group yelled,
“Aye, muthafucka, yo bitch ass ain’t pay yo fucking cover. Them bitches did the damn thing. Yo ass ain’t left no tip!”
I chuckled, while walking backwards to my car. Never turn yo back on the unknown, was my motto.
“Aye, bitch, pay the fuck up. Fo’ we make yo bitch ass,” he yelled again.
“Do that,” I barked.
Ain’t no bitch in my blood. My reason for getting to my car was to get my gun. Since I’m unknown, I had to leave my strap in my car. That seem to be their go button. Fuckers some straight up amateurs. Out of all of them, none of’em had a gun.
I fought, fuck that. My grandpa had me in all that shit. But ten against one, I was outnumbered big time. I’d knocked two out. Eight was still going strong. Then,
“Bitch ass muthafuckas,” was growled, and bodies started hitting the ground.
Screams couldn’t be heard, cause they necks were being broken. The white knight was breaking legs, caving in chests, and crushing skulls. I got a second wind, and snapped a few necks my damn self. We finished them off, and left their bodies there, broken, bloody, and dead. I went to my car, got my strap, changed the clip, handed another one to homeboy. We went inside the strip club and aired the bitch out.
The manager/owner tried running. I caught his ass, and tortured his ass. Before I killed his ass, he told me he knew I was coming. He knew who I was. He wasn’t giving me shit. And I could suck his dick. I shot the bitch off, rammed it down his throat, then took his life. I ain’t no thief typically, but that night, we took every fucking thing. That’s the night I met Conrad ‘Racks’ Thomas. The man with no family, but the heart of a lion.
“Where yo ass at, Stone?” Banks called out.
“I’m here, nigga, where else?” I snapped.
“Well, take yo here ass and make the fucking speech,” he clapped back.
“Yo ass could talk, you know?” I spat.
He looked at me like he can’t believe I said what I did to his ass.
“No, the fuck I can’t. Remember year fo’ last. I almost fucked this damn event up when that dirty brawd call herself yelling my fucking business. That night I fucked her, then snapped her neck,” he stated, calmly, like that shit made sense.
Racks hollered, while I chuckled. I can’t do shit wit Banks. Finishing my trek to the stage, I just started doing this announcement shit bout two years ago. The mayor said it’ll be a better look if I talked and let people know what’s up.
“Afternoon, everyone!” I started.
“Hey, Stone.”
“He’s so fucking fione.”
“He’s just sexy for no damn reason.”
Was yelled out by some desperate females. I almost forgot what I was saying.
“Welcome to the fifth annual out of school bash. This is a great turnout. Enjoy the festivities. This is a peaceful event. No fighting, no banging, no fucking, I mean, sexing, in public, no drug use, buying or selling. This is a drug free environment. This year, all the food vendors and rides are completely free. So please, enjoy. We also have entertainment for the eight o’clock hour. Thank you,” I finished, and walked off.
Cheers, whistles, barking, and cat calls, sounded out throughout the court yard.
“Hey, Stone.”
I threw a head nod.
“Hey, Stone, maybe we can ride together later,” another bird flirted.
I smirked, while throwing a head nod. She walked off, throwing her whole ass. Some of these brawds are bad, but they ran through. I’ve fucked a few and don’t even remember who.
“Damn, man, short and sweet, huh?” Racks stated.
“Hell yeah,” was all I said.
“They throwing the pussy already, huh?” Banks observed, watching the ass as some shook by.
We started walking to make our rounds.
“Hey, Mama Reed. Don’t you look beautiful today? How you doing?” I greeted with a hug.
“Hey, Stone. Don’t you look handsome. I’m good, baby. Hey, Banks, and Racks. Don’t be out here acting up nih, you hear?” She spoke.
“Yes, ma’am,” they answered, in unison, while giving her a hug.
“I’ll stop back by before I leave tonight. I’ll make sure you get something to eat,” I let her know.
“Thank you, baby,” she cooed, patting my cheek.
Walking off, she’s a sweet woman. Shit, she got mo’ authority than my ass out this piece. She knows everything that goes on out here. Shit, 4-1-1 ain’t got nothing on her. Walking pass the bouncy house. Playing a little with the kids.
“Damn, they hype. I’m missing Lil’ D. Mama got him though,” Banks acknowledged.
I nodded as we moved on. Stopping abruptly, Racks tilted his head to the side.
“Aye, who that fake fine brawd wit Aquaneesha?” He questioned.
I just shrugged. I don’t know these new females.
“Shit, she can be any damn body. Yah ass gots to dig deep to get to the real her. Take yah ass over there. The fuck? Yah ass scared. I know the great white hope ain’t scared of no female. Ain’t no fear in yo heart, is it?” Banks taunted, talking much shit.
Fucker will make you want to shoot his ass.
“Fuck ya ass, aiight? I ain’t’ scared of shit. I ain’t got time fo’ no smart mouth brawd. Yo ass know my hand don’t discriminate,” he snapped, walking off in the direction of the females.
Fucker evil as fuck.
“Yo shit starting ass just gotta talk shit. He slap that bitch, it’s on yo ass,” I warned.
“Fuck off with that bullshit. His ass ain’t gonna do shit. Too many kids round,” he spat, waving his hand.
“Yo ass don’t even believe that li
e,” I spat, walking off in the direction Racks went in.
Banks followed, chuckling. He knows when Racks snaps, he fucking snaps.
“Hey, beautiful. I’mma be a gentleman and ask you your name. I’ve never seen you in these parts, so you gots to be new, something special. So, what’s your name?”
We walked up on the tail end of Racks’ question. He’s all up in lil’ mama’s face. She look like she knows what a dollar is. She’s superficial fine. I don’t think shit on her ass is real.
“Um, are you speaking to me?” She sassed a little.
Banks smacked his teeth loud as fuck. I just looked on. I could feel eyes on me. Unless they speak, they won’t get no words from me.
“Mos’ def. If it’ll help yah lovely ass out, the name is Racks,” he added.
“Racks? That’s not your government, is it?” She asked, with her eyebrow raised.
“She knows it ain’t. He would go to her light bright fake ass. He must think she’s white. His feelings bout to be hurt. That hoe is black as me,” some bird cackled.
“Okayyy,” her homehoes cosigned.
“Nawl,” was all he said.
She stared at him like she’s expecting more. She ain’t getting that bitch. Only Banks and I knows his government. We only know it cuz we brothers by blood.
“Um, well, Mr. Racks, I’m gonna go ahead and let you down easy. You are not my type. But thanks for the compliments,” she stated, causing a couple of the hoes to giggle.
But not Aquaneesha, and the stallion, that actually sucked their teeth. They must be know something bout homegirl.
“No doubt, beautiful. Your loss,” he let her know.
That’s one thing bout Racks. He don’t sweat the small stuff. A female is a female. There’s too many to let one knock you off yah game. That’s my fucking motto. That’s why my ass ain’t been went no female on that level.
“Kimmy, you wrong,” the stallion chastised, causing Kimmy to wave her off.
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