by Ghost
I spent my week drinking codeine and popping Percocet’s. Every now and then I’d check in with Smoke to see how much he’d made, but because there was such a heavy police presence everything was moving slow around the hood. It was fucked up.
On the seventh day Mikey came and scooped me. Took me out to his duplex on Jefferson. It was right across the street from a Martin Luther King school. It was bright and sunny outside. The previous night it had rained all night so I could still smell the wetness of the earth.
When I made it inside his living it was already packed with like eight grimy looking dudes. They stood as we walked through the door. I went right to my waist ready to pull up my strap. I had a quick vision of busting that bitch until it emptied. I didn’t know who they were, and I didn’t have time to care.
Before I could up my pistol all the way every one of them came out with hand guns. They cocked them fast and aimed at us.
A light skinned, heavy set dude with freckles all over his face spoke first. “Say Dunn, call ya mans off daddy or we about to turn this bitch into a blood bath. Word is bond.” He muttered, watching me closely.
“Fuck is this nigga Mane. Ain’t never seen none of deze niggas in Memphis before.” I was ready to squeeze even though I knew they would have gunned me and my right-hand man down. I got bad vibes from each one of those cats. They looked super grimy, with their long dreads, and baggy clothes.
“Man, all you niggas lower them guns in my mafuckin house. Y’all my cousins and this my brother. Knock this dumb shit off.” He snapped mugging first them and then me because they lowered their guns, and I kept mine aimed ready to buck that high yellow nigga to the ground. “Phoenix. What the fuck I say Mane?” He placed his hand on top of my gun and applied just enough force to lower it.
I dropped it to my side. “Deze the niggas from Brooklyn that you was telling me about?” I asked, sizing them up.
“Yeah, they gon make up the body to this Duffle Bag shit. These my lil cousins. They hittas, and they certified head bussahs. I busted bunch of moves with them back in the Apple. They bout they paper just like us. They get my stamp of approval.
The light skinned dude laughed. “Yeah well you got ours for the most part, but kid was a lil shaky when it came to using them knives son, on what?” He cracked to his crew behind him. They laughed and shook up with a handshake that I had never seen before.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway. This my nigga Phoenix. When you see him, you should see me. This my right hand, and he shoulder to shoulder with me in this Duffle Bag thang. Y’all telling me you wanna make millions, well me and the Homie gon oversee that and make sure that it happens. Phoenix this my cousin Korky. Dis nigga bout that life in every sense of the word. That’s his brother behind him. His name Den-Den.”
Korky extended his hand and shook mine. His eyes peered into mine. “Yo kid, you can put that cannon up, its all love up in here.”
“Yeah Money. We don’t up swords on each other. We murder all those that oppose us. Its the Brooklyn way.” Den-Den was about five feet nine, high yellow, and about a hundred and sixty pounds slim. He had freckles all over his face as well. I could tell that he and Korky were blood brothers because of how much they favored each other.
I tucked my Glock into my waistband and pulled my shirt over it. “That’s my bad kin people. Its just that old habits die hard.” I started to shake up with all eight of them, and it was then that I found out that only Korky and Den-Den were Mikey’s blood cousins. The other dudes rolled under those two, and according to them would die for Korky and Den-Den in a heart beat. That was cool with me just as long as we had Korky and Den-Den riding behind us. We needed some fresh blood from a different city, and with these New York niggas its exactly what they would provide. So, I got well acquainted with each one of them. I took a shine to Den-Den right away.
Den-Den was real quiet, but whenever he opened his mouth it was always to speak his mind, uncut or to ask a question that would further his knowledge of things. I could tell that he was hungry and ready to get his chips up. He was twenty years old.
***
Since Orange Mound was hot as a fire cracker, we took to hustling out of one of Mikey’s traps on Park Street. We got money in front of the row houses. We stood in front of the buildings there while the sun beamed down on our heads making it feel like we were being cooked. Later, me and Mikey posted up in his Monte Carlo and served our bags from there facing Park Street. Park Street was just a few miles down from Orange Mound and I could tell that right away because it seemed like every dope fiend in the area was flocking to us to cop what we were serving. I was running out of Yay every two hours and so were the homies. Mikey was in charge of running in and out of his trap to refill everything. I stayed in the whip under the cool air conditioner. It felt good and did very little to keep my mind from racing.
About midway through the day, Mikey came back and refilled my pack. He laid his driver’s seat back a lil bit and made a strange face. “Bruh, Alicia just told me that she pregnant.”
I served the hype that was at my window. Gave her five bags, and she slid me a fifty-dollar bill. “There you go lil mama. I appreciate the bidness. We gon be right here all night long. Bank on that.”
She smiled with yellow teeth. Her wig looked too small to her head. “Baby, I thought every time we spend fifty a round here that we get a bag for free?”
She placed her hand in her hip.
“Aw shawty, I ain’t never heard nothing about that. But its good. Here go my cell number.” I wrote it on a piece of paper. “And these two bags on the house. Make this number rang for me and I’ll make sure you’re straight. You feel me sweet heart?”
She took the number and smiled. “I’ma do just that lil daddy. You got my word. I sho don’t mind earning a few of them down the road. Matter fact watch this big ass as I walk away.” She smacked her booty that were encased inside of some tight, pink jogging pants.
I shook my head as she made her way across the parking lot. It was hot as hell. I knew that pussy had to stink. No thank you. I thought.
“Did you hear what I said bruh?” Mikey asked.
I stared to count my cheese. I had a healthy knot. Well over eleven thousand so far. “Nall Potna. Tell me again.”
“I said that Alicia is pregnant.”
“That’s good. You should be rejoicing. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is something ain’t right I can feel that shit in my bones. I only been fuckin less than a month. How could she know that she’s already pregnant? Do it work that fast?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know but I’m always hearing females say that they know their bodies, so maybe she just know already.” I folded my thick knot. “When you say that you can feel somethin ain’t right what do you mean?”
He pulled his nose. “I don’t know Mane. Just something don’t feel right. I’ma holler at shawty ass tonight and feel her out. That feeling in my bones rubbing me the wrong way.”
“What is the feeling saying? That she cheating or something?” I zoomed into him. I needed to see if his facial expression changed in the least bit.
“Mane as much as I love shawty, if I ever found out that she was cheating on me I’d stank her with no hesitation. Don’t nobody cross me and not lose their life Phoenix. You already know what the code of the streets is. We live by this loyalty shit. By honor. Integrity. That’s my wife but if she ever tried to pull some dumb shit on me, I wouldn’t have no other choice other than to send her on her way. To my uncle’s oven she’d go.” He chuckled. “She a good bitch, too. I’d hate that.
I imagined him stuffing Alicia in the funeral home’s oven, while she screamed at the top of her lungs begging for her life. Thereby sentencing her and the unborn child inside of her to death. Damn that nigga Mikey was loonier then me. The one thing I couldn’t afford was for him to ever find out that Alicia and I had fucked around behind his back. I saw that causing a divide between us, and then starting a war.
“Before I forget. Nigga we on tonight.” He took the double cups from the middle of his console and sipped out of them.
“On? What you talking about?” I asked.
Another hype tapped on my window and slid a twenty-dollar bill through the crack of the glass. His lips were white as fuck. Like he’d kissed a handful of flour. He scratched his head, with his eyes bucked.
I took two of my biggest rocks and gave it to him. He jogged away as if he was in a rush to get ghost. When he got to the end of the parking lot, he took off running.
“Tonight, we bust this last move for the connect. Then this Saturday you finally meet them before we’re blessed. Its gon be sweet Phoenix, and don’t think I forgot about how them niggas sweated you. I didn’t. We just gotta handle one thing at a time. We can’t be spread out like a promiscuous bitch in high school. We gotta focus on one mission at a time. But I did a lil digging. I know where them niggas are from. Remember that fool Dragon that I was hollering at you about?”
“Yeah what about him? You ready to sweat that nigga too?”
“Yeah, I am, in due time. But that ain’t the reason I brought him up. I brought him up because of them fools that sweated you. You know Bryon’s people? Well they run under him. They some important niggas in his crew. The one brother that you did smoke was his right hand, so its looking like sooner or later we gon have to take a good look at them anyway. But as for tonight we gotta put an end to a few niggas like the final scene in a movie. The pay is ten bands a piece, and an actual sit down with the plug. Both are beneficial right now so we gon make it happen. You wit me?”
“Until the dirt, Playboy. You already know what it is.”
“That’s all I needed to hear. Long as I got you having my back I ain’t worried about nothing. We been potnas over a decade baby. That’s why I’m pulling the right strings to make sure that we both pull ahead the way we’re supposed to. Tonight, just follow my lead. Shit might get a lil messy, but its for the greater good.” He held out his hand and we shook and gave each other a half hug.
“Its all love fool. Let’s make it happen.”
***
Vrrrm. Vrrrm. Vrrrm. Mikey revved the chainsaw once again. He held it over his head and looked back at me. “Niggas don’t think fat meat greasy, bruh. Hold that nigga arm. Pull it away from his body. Yeah just like that.”
I took a hold of the Spanish dude’s arm and held it out for Mikey. He lay back in the metal chair with his ankles tied together. His torso tied around the chair. Five minutes prior both me and Mikey had beaten him senseless with Billy clubs. Once again Mikey didn’t let me know what this person’s significance was in the grand scheme of things, but I just followed his suit. I didn’t like doing shit blindly, but my back was against the wall. I had the law, and a bunch of angry niggas on the hunt for me. I was in a position that I had to depend on Mikey until I was in a position to where I could depend on my self. For as long as we’d been getting down and dirty together, he’d never steered me wrong, so I was down for the homie. I pulled harder in the man's arm. Held it straight out.
Mikey revved the engine of the saw again and brought the blade to the man’s shoulder. Cutting through the meat and muscle there. His blood spattered all over the basement. He screamed into his duct tape. The sound of the blade screamed before slicing through him. His bound feet kicked in the air. The smell of burnt flesh and gasoline filled the basement. Sweat poured down the side of his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“You don’t think fat meat greasy? Huh? You think this shit is a game?” He sawed into it some more and then all the way through it.
I was pulling so hard on the arm that I fell backward with it still in my grip. That freaked me out. I dropped it on the concrete and jumped up. Looked over to the Spanish dude. His arm was skeeting like a geyser.
“Mafuckas don’t wanna fall in line bruh, this shit gon cost them an arm and a leg.” He put the saw on the man’s right hip and cut into his right leg. When it was all said and done, we wound up leaving him in the basement an arm and a leg short. It was one of the most gruesome things that I’d ever seen in my entire life. And something in my soul told me it was just the beginning. In order to make it to the top in the south we were going to have to get as grimy and gruesome as they came. It was time to put Memphis on the map.
Chapter 10
Three nights later and I’d still not heard a word from Toya. I’d reached out to her aunt and she hadn’t heard from her either. She had also been absent on all her social media platforms. That was unlike her. Something wasn’t right. I was starting to think that Bryon’s people had either killed her or were holding her hostage somewhere. What made matters worse was that Shantê was starting to ask about Toya and worry. I didn’t like my baby girl being concerned with grown people problems. She was only eight. That wasn’t right.
So that is what was running through my mind as the shower water beat into my face. I was set to sit beside Mikey and finally get the chance to meet the connect that was supposed to put us into the game. I’d turned off the shower, grabbed the terry cloth bath towel from the rack, and started to dry my body when Kamya stepped into the bathroom wearing a short pink wife beater with nothing on underneath it. I could see her nipples poking through the cloth. She had her long curly hair dropped behind her. Her edges were freshly brushed. She smelled like Prada perfume. She closed the door behind her and stepped inside. “Where you thank you finna go cuz?”
I continued to dry my body while looking over hers hungrily. “I got some bidness I need to take care of with Mikey. I’m finna get my chips up so I can do what I need to do.”
She took a hold of my dick in her small hand, running her thumb over my dick head. “That sound good and all that, but before you go you finna hit this pussy. You might as well turn that shower back on and give me fifteen minutes of your time.” She dropped down and stroked my dick. Kamya licked all over the top of it, then sucked me into her mouth, deep throating me with her eyes closed.
I fell back against the wall and rested my hand on top of her head., fuckin slowly into her mouth. Her suction got tighter and tighter. Kamya started making all kinds of slurping noises, breathing through her nose heavily. I groaned and exhaled loudly. “Damn baby cuz.”
She popped me out and rubbed my dick all over her yellow cheek. Licking up and down the pole, she sucked each ball into her mouth, before deep throating me all over again at full speed. Her titties fell out of the side of her arm holes. Then she was pumping my dick again. “You ready to fuck me yet cuz? Huh? You ready to see what this young pussy be about?” She licked the length of me again, rubbing me all over her cheek.
I don’t know what it was. But for some reason I had to taste that pussy. I was feening for it. I picked her lil ass up and sat her on the edge of the tub. I knelt between them thick thighs and sniffed her bald box. I mean I put my nose right on her hole, after spreading the lips. She smelled so good. Pussy smelt good to me period, especially that forbidden pussy.
Kamya moaned and pinched her clit, jerked, then held her lips apart. “I just put Shantê to sleep. She ain’t gon bother us. You can do whatever you wanna to me. I’m down.” She cupped her breasts in her wife beater.
I had them lips open wide, licking up and down her groove. She was already oozing. Everything that spilled out of her I slurped and swallowed. My tongue made revolutions around her pearl. I sucked it into my mouth and drank from it like a nipple filled with milk. This made her hump my face. She forced my head further into her lap, growling like a young Lioness in heat. “Uhhhhh. Phoenix.” She gasped. More humping. Riding my face. “Tell me this pussy taste good. Tell me.”
I was drinking, swallowing, licking and sucking her lips. My tongue fucked in and out of her. I was getting that pussy. She started jerking and clawing at me. moaning. Kamya wrapped her thick thighs around my head. Her perfect toes were on my shoulders and she came.
“Uhhhhh. Phoenix. Fuck. Phoenix.” Her juices bega
n to squirt out of her. They ran down my chin and onto my naked chest.
I was so horney that I was beating my piece. I had to fuck her. I could feel her spit along my shaft. She’d left it nice and wet like a young veteran. I laid her in the floor and got between them thighs. Without waiting I Placed my head on her puffy red lips and slowly eased into her heat. She was so wet that it made the task nearly effortless. I got three inches deep and was being seared by her heat when I felt the barrier of her hymen. “Kamya. I feel that down there baby. You sho you want me to break that shit. You better tell me before I do it.” I ripped her beater down the middle and smushed her titties together, sucking the hard nipples, loving the taste of them in my mouth. When I nipped at the left one, she arched her back and moaned deep in her throat.
“Break it Phoenix. Take my virginity. Its yours. I been wanting you to take it since I was ten.” She opened her legs wide and tried to pull me into her. I felt her lips wrap around my dick and I couldn’t take it any more. It was feeling too good.
I cocked all the way back so that the head of my pipe rested on her small hole, then I slammed forward as hard as I could breaking through her protective barrier and landing in a wet oven. Her pussy was so tight that I almost came right on the spot.
“Aww shit! Unn! Phoenix. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I got to plunging in and out of her box. Long stroking that shit on my grown man. I threw her legs on my shoulders and went to work watching her make some of the sexiest sex faces I had ever seen in my life. She bit
on her bottom lip and squinted her eyes. I could see hints of the light browns.
Kamya wrapped her arms around my neck. Breathing hard. Arched her back. “It hurts some cuz but fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Hit this coochie.” She sucked all over my lips.
My dick beat at her walls faster and faster. I dug deeper and deeper. She got wetter and wetter. I kept hearing all kinds of taboo shit in my mind telling me that I shouldn’t have been fucking her. That I was bogus. That I should have given her a pass. The more I heard it, the harder I went. I took a hold of her small waist and beat that pussy senseless. I watched my dick going in and out of her pink goodness. I saw how her lips opened and closed around my wide pipe. Her ooze stuck to my sack and left a string of juices every time I pulled back.
