“Racks, baby, you should’ve known better. That uppity bitch thinks she’s too good fa’ tha dirty niggas. See, she don’t think yo pockets are deep enough fa’ ha gold digging ass. I can help yah ass out tho,” some smart mouth brawd yelled out.
Her words caused Kimmy, the stallion, and Aquaneesha, to turn.
“Ocean, take yo dumb ass on. You fucking jail bait. Ain’t nobody dealing wit yo ass. I done told you bout yo mouth. Kimmy ain’t say shit to yah ass. She beat yah ass this time, I ain’t pulling her off yah ass. Go find Jesus, fo’ I send you to him,” Aquaneesha barked.
Homegirl jumped real quick. Chuckling while shaking my head. This what I love bout the hood. I don’t show my face often, but when I do, it’s on.
“The fuck kinda name is Ocean? Aquaneesha, the hell yo mama was on? She got a fetish fa’ water or something? Yah ass is Aquaneesha, Ocean, and Seaqual,” Banks called out.
My head whipped to his direction. How the fuck his ass knows all this shit? The three of them turned in unison. Shit, I want to see how this plays out. By the look of Racks’ face, he wants to, too.
“Um, Banks? Right? Why do you care? Yeah, she did, ain’t no other way to explain that shit. But, um, I go by Neesha. I don’t know you like that to be calling me by my government,” she sassed, eyeing Banks up and down.
“Lawd,” the stallion whispered.
He just nodded, while eyeing her back. He wants to fuck. He swears he won’t deal wit a project chick, cause they all the same. I don’t think like that. There’s a diamond in the rough, you just got to be willing to dig it out.
“Since he done went mute. Preshus, Kimmy, y’all want to walk some? It’s about to get real crowded over here,” Neesha called out, cutting her eyes to her left.
Taking her cue, I looked too, just in time to see Banks’ baby mama, and her hoe ass click stomping his way. She won’t show out on Banks, but she will on a female.
“Yeah, we can do that. You know what I promised my mama,” the stallion spoke.
Her fucking voice is nice. She slid off the hood of the old school Chevy. Baby girl is a stallion, fa’ real. I don’t know what the fuck she’s about. But she’s put together nice, real nice. She got a lot of hood in her, but she knows how to handle her business.
“Why you running?” Banks questioned, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
“The fuck?” Racks hissed.
I caught his eye, hitting’em wit a smirk. We both know what the fuck is up with Banks ass. If a female argue or fight his baby mama, he won’t even let’em suck his dick. Talkin’ bout they hood rats fa’ stooping to her ignorant level. Who the fuck he thinks gonna just stand by and just listen to the dumb shit she spits? If, he had any sense he would respect the ones that puts her dumb ass in her place. Ass backward negro, I thought.
“Running? Baby Bubba, I don’t run. I don’t feel like breaking yah baby mama’s face. I’ve been on my best behavior today, I won’t allow that childish trick to take me out of character. That bitch needs taming. And um, I don’t need you keeping score on me. I don’t suck dick,” she answered, dead ass serious.
Her ass didn’t even blink. Racks hollered. She gave his ass the once over look shit, then stepped off. They walked around us. Banks and Racks turned slightly. Shit, I did too. Damn if I ain’t happy I did. I spotted stallions ass from the front, that’s how big the bitch is.
“Damn, that bitch got a phat ass,” I grumbled to myself.
They halted in their steps. I didn’t move. Shit, she heard me, she heard me. Fuck it.
“Did that muthafucka call me a bitch?” The stallion spat.
“Leave it alone, Preshus,” Neesha pleaded.
I watched her physically take a deep breath.
“Aiight, I’ll leave it alone this time. Disrespectful muthafucka,” she spat, nasty as hell.
“Oh shit,” Banks and Racks spat at the same time.
“Hol’ the fuck up. Watch yo muthafuckin mouth. You don’t know who the fuck yah ass is disrespecting. I threw yo ass ah compliment. A too nice compliment. Be the fuck gone,” I barked.
The fuck she think this is? Don’t nobody speak to me like that. Banks and Racks shaking their heads. They probably mo’ surprised than anything. I don’t argue with no bitch. I ignore, or shoot, muthafuckas. She spun on me with her hands on her wide ass hips. She’s sexy as fuck, and commands attention, but she got a damn mouth on her. I don’t deal wit mouthy bitches.
Looking me up and down, I changed my stance. Standing to my full six feet eight inches, I’m a giant amongst men. All the men in my family were tall. Even my grandfather, in his old age, is an impressive six feet five inches tall.
“It’s obvious yo ass don’t know what the fuck disrespect means. I didn’t say jack shit to yah ass. The first words out yah mouth is to call me a bitch. I ain’t nobody’s bitch, muthafucka. I don’t know yo ass. Don’t want to know yo ass. Rude ass nigga. You can take that so-called compliment and suck on it. Little boy, don’t know how to talk to a real woman. Marinate on that shit, bitch,” she read my ass.
“The fuck,” I started, but something doesn’t feel right.
“DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!” I yelled just as,
CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK!
“Get the fucking kids! The old folk! Now!” I yelled.
CA-BOOM! CA-BOOM! CA-BOOM!
“Arrgghhhh! Arrgghhhh! Arrgghhhh!”
“Duck, got damn it! Get the fucking kids! Somebody hit! Get them muthafuckas!” I demanded.
TA-TAT-TAT-TAT- TA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT- TA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
“Oh Lawd! No! Oh Lawd!” An elder woman wailed.
Looking around, the gunfire stopped. Tires screeched out the lot.
“Check that shit. She hit?” Racks yelled out.
“No! She’s pissed. Her window,” he yelled back.
“Aye, Stone, the boys got’em. Let’s go. The trucks caught most of this bullshit. You know it was them fucking wolves. They’ll clean this up. Everybody good. Let’s go,” Banks called out.
“Bet,” was all I said, taking one mo’ look around.
Stepping, I stopped at the sight before me. My dick bricked up. Standing like a fucking warrior, was the stallion. No fear in her eyes, no tears, she looks pissed. But that ain’t what got my dick on brick and my mind wondering. I stared until she felt my eyes on her. She turned slowly then,
“Yeah, I pack heat. Remember that the next time you decide to call me a bitch. I’m a damn good shot. It’s mo’ to me than yah ass knows. Tread softly, Stone,” she let me know with a wink, before gathering her girls.
SCREECCHHH!
“Nigga, bring yo ass,” Banks yelled, with the back door open.
Shaking my head, I jogged to the truck and climbed in. Shit, maybe it’s mo’ to her ass like she said. Shit, that ass alone is mo’ than meets the eye. She got my fuckin’ attention, now. After I handle these bitch boys, she’s fucking next.
Deamonti a.k.a. banks
“Tell me how the fuck them niggas got past them boys? The fuck they doing?” Stone barked, after slamming the back door.
“The fuck if I know. I’m bout to find out tho,” I snapped.
“Racks, them fuck ups and fuck niggas at the cave?” He stated.
“Yep,” was all Racks said.
Racks don’t speak much when he’s pissed. He got a soft spot for kids. To see them in harm’s way got his ass ready to commit mass murder.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“The fuck she want?” I grumbled, looking at my screen.
“Answer that bitch. You know her dumb ass ain’t gonna stop callin’. Yo fucking head needs to be on the bullshit we got to handle, not her illiterate ass,” Stone spat.
“Shut up. What?” I answered.
“What the fuck was that, Banks?” her dumb ass yelled into the phone.
“Shenniqua, lower yo fucking voice. Yo dumb ass know what the fuck that was. Some bitch boys who nuts ain’t dropped, fucked up,” I barked.
“Whateva.
That’s why I don’t want Lil’ D round yo unfit ass. I got half a mind to get full custody of him. Yo ass gonna fuck round and get him kilt. Yo ass needs to grow the fuck up!” She yelled.
This bitch gets on my fucking nerves, I swear.
“Yo ass gots to be high. Bitch, yo dumb ass ain’t got half a fuckin’ mind. I can promise yo stupid ass try to take my boy, the last words yo ass’ll hear is ‘She was a.’ Get the fuck off my line,” I promised, hanging up.
“Yo ass hate like fuck the condom ripped on her ass, don’t you?” Racks questioned, absently, while flexing his fingers.
He’s reading my mind, that’s sho’nuff what the hell I’m thinking.
“Fuck yeah. I don’t regret my boy, that’s my heart. But that female, yeah, I’m hating she’s the one that blessed my with my heart in human form,” I answered, truthfully.
It’s many things I’ve done in my life that I would change. Bustin’ Shenniqua’s walls down is one of’em. Some right placed words, some swallowed brown liquor, two blunts, fie head, with grade B pussy, resulted in me being connected to an ignorant dumb ass female for at least the next eighteen years.
He’s two years old and my greatest accomplishment to date. There ain’t shit I won’t do fa his ass. There’s only a select few who gets that privilege. Two is in this truck with my ass, one is in college, and the other is watching my boy. Being the eldest of two, I actually take pride in it. Drake my baby bruh, by ten years, is in college, smart as a whip, plays basketball, while majoring in African Studies. He’s not putting his future on the court. His full athletic scholarship is just paying for the education he really wants.
He knows what’s up with me. He doesn’t speak on it, he just wants me to be safe. He worked hard to keep his grades up, played his best ball in order to get scholarships. It was his way of lessening my bills. I love him for his way of thinking. Even though I got many streams of income, he doesn’t want me risking shit. We’re close, despite the age difference. After his birth, our father, my mother’s husband, tucked his dick, abandon his family, cause it wasn’t what he wanted anymore.
Mom dukes wasn’t fazed, she didn’t beg his ass to stay. She didn’t ask his ass why. She always said,
“A real woman doesn’t need a man to take care of her. She needs a man who she doesn’t have to take care of. The minute a woman lowers her standards to keep a man, is the moment she diminishes her worth and loses his respect.”
She’s strong. I respect her. If I settle down, the woman gots to be a carbon copy of the woman who birthed me. She taught me about God. She also has showed me on mo’ than one occasion she’ll send me to his ass too.
“Aye, this bullshit just solidified what the fuck I’ve been feeling. We got a snake in our garden. It’s time to weed out some muthafuckas,” Stone spat.
Looking through the rearview mirror. His face frowned up with his eyebrows low. He looks menacing as fuck.
“Yeah, I peeped game on how ole boy, the funny walking one, moves. That nigga got a prosthetic or something,” Racks added.
“What?” Stone and I asked.
He reared back in his seat, eyeing Stone and me.
“The fuck y’all mean, what? Y’all know who the fuck I’m talkin’ bout,” he spat, pissed.
“Yo ass needs to learn names, damn. Giving descriptions and shit,” I clapped back.
“I ain’t learning shit. The muthafucka ain’t right. His eyes shifty. The pink lipped bastard too. They always huddled together, whispering and shit. Grown ass men don’t whisper, unless they feeding lies to a bitch to fuck. Two niggas whispering that’s some sneak shit,” he explained.
“Link and Jeb,” Stone grumbled, shaking his head.
“Jeb? The fuck he from? The old country?” Racks blurted out, with his face screwed up, causing me to holler.
His ass be dead damn serious wit his shit too.
“Shut the fuck up, Banks. Silly ass. Racks, call HP, get a location fa’ they fams. Get Loco, Billy, and Demon, to round them muthafuckas up. Tell’em take’em to the cave, but put’em in that side room,” Stone ran down.
Racks just nodded, while pulling out his burner.
You gotta be a dumb, bold fucker, to go against Stone. Nigga gives new meaning to demented. He’s my brother from another mother, it took me damn near throwing my throat up, before I halfway got used to the sick shit his ass does.
“Dumb muthafuckas can fuck up a wet dream. I was hitting ‘Creamy Pies’ tonight. Now this shit. Yo ass gotta let me kill at least two to make me feel better,” Racks stated, after hanging his phone up.
“Damn. Yah ass was taking that damn drive. Stone, you still want that bitch?” I added.
“Fuck yeah. That’s prime breeding grounds. The dancers are the baddest, sickest, thickest brawds, to walk the fucking earth. The money flow is platinum. The clientele is worth it. No broke niggas spending paychecks. Athlete’s, entertainers, business moguls, white business moguls, run through there. The fucking owner tho,” he ended.
“What bout the owner?” I asked.
“Who the fuck is it?” He questioned, like I should know.
“Don’t nobody knows who owns that shit. They smart as fuck, I give’em that,” Racks added.
“Un huh, well I got a trick fa’ Casper the friendly fucking Ghost muthafucka. I’m tryin’ to offer a damn good business collab, but they on this hide and seek yea shall find shit. I’m the master at making hard headed, uncooperative fuckers, do what I want. That nigga ain’t no damn different,” he let us know.
I just nodded, I know how Stone operates. When it’s something he wants, nobody tells Stone no. That’s how we run the east coast. Our asses got everything. From restaurants to daycares. From grocery stores to malls. From shoe stores to jewelry stores. Music production company with an artist or four. It ain’t shit our names ain’t attached to. You see ‘Triple Crown,’ you know that’s us.
“Every muthafucka here seems like. Good. Let’s go,” Stone stated, upon us reaching the cave.
Where this bitch is at, if we ever was raided, we’ll know a snitch bitch told. This ain’t no shit them boys in blue can just stumble on. It’s deep back in the woods, and actually built underground. If yeah ass is claustrophobic, you’ll die of a damn panic attack in this shit.
Beep, Beep, sounded out after Racks punched the code in.
The heavy metal ass door opened slowly.
“Somebody needs to oil this shit,” I mumbled.
Both’em nodded their heads, but didn’t comment. Stepping through the door walking down the damn dark ass corridor. The shit puts you in the mind of a dungeon with lanterns lit on the walls. Stone’s ass be doing the most.
‘Beep,’ sounded out once again after Racks put the code in. His off ass loves this shit too. We clicked at first introductions. Stone broke down what took place wit’em, and how Racks stepped in, not knowing what was going on he said,
“He got heart and he’s insane. He ain’t worried bout what I could do to his ass fa’ helping me. He did what the fuck he did, and was waiting on his fate.”
I respected it and agreed. We solidified our brotherhood by gashing ourselves, shaking on blood.
“Well, well, fucking, well. If it ain’t the dumbest, deadest muthafuckas, to ever breath air. How y’all be?” Stone greeted.
They flinched at the sound of his voice. His tone sounded friendly, but the devil doing the ‘In yo feelings challenge’ in his eyes was speaking volumes.
“No talkers in the whole bunch. Okay. Well, you can hear, right?” Stone started again.
They just stared, scared as fuck. But one, he looked on with defiance.
“Aye, yo ass got something to get off yo chest?” I belted, eyeing ole boy.
He just sneered.
“I think he do, Banks. You gonna get it off his chest fo’ his mute ass?” Stone urged.
Without a word, I flicked my wrist.
SWOOSH.
“Arrgghhhh! Fuck!” He howled, as my four inch, no hand
le knife, lodged in his chest.
“Fuck.” “Shit.” “Damn,” was hissed from his boys.
“Damn! Bulls fucking eye!” Racks whistled.
Walking over to his dumb ass, he was whimpering, crying, and shit. No mo’ sneering from his ass.
“Yo ass won’t die… Yet. See, I didn’t hit any major arteries. Just nicked yo skin, muscles, tissue. Now, I can do this, uhh, three hundred times, before yo weak ass bleed to death. I’m usually all fo’ the slow death. Y’all fuck boys fucked up a damn good day, so,” I stated, before,
SWOOSH
“Urrgghh! Fuck, man!” He howled, as I sliced his arm open.
“One question, answer the muthafucka. Who sent y’all?” Stone gritted out.
The other four were whimpering, tears, snot, and buggers, all round they noses. They done pissed themselves. Nasty bastards.
“Racks,” was all he said.
Without a word, he moved quick then,
CRACK! Sounded out as he snapped dudes neck.
“Nice. That’s a bad white boy. He’s pissed too. He had plans fo’ some pussy tonight. Y’all fucked that up. Now, do you want this to be yo fate? Quick and fast or a slow and painful death? Speak now. Either way, yo ass gonna die,” he stated, like that’s really giving them an option.
“Kill me! Bitch! I ain’t telling yo weird looking, weak ass, shit,” dude I sliced, panted out.
“Bitch? Weird? Weak? Bitch? Weird? Weak? Bitch? Weird? Weak? Bitch? Weird? Weak?” Stone chanted, while taking measured steps to the fuck boy.
It’s the oddest, most unnatural, nerve wrecking shit. I prefer his ass to shoot muthafuckas. It fucks with me less.
“Fourteen,” was all he said.
Nodding, I started slicing, my adrenaline pumping through my veins. I feel high, as I exposed his meat and bones. Fourteen, the total of letters in the three disrespectful words he spat out.
“Uggghhh.”
“Muthafucka, yo bitch ass throwing up?” Stone sneered disgusted.
CA-CLACK.
“Weak stomach having ass, pussy,” he growled.
This niggah ill, I thought.
“Aye, Stone. Fuck this bullshit. It wasn’t Wolf. He don’t know shit bout this. His, um, son, Turtle, he set this shit up. He, um, told us it came from Wolf, but I know different. Turtle, um, I, um, overheard him talkin’ to two of yo people. I didn’t get,” young buck started.
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