by Asia Hill
I looked at JuJu and said, “We need you boo. We gon be alright.”
JuJu stood up and finally said, “What time we doing this?”
“At sunset. That’s about two hours from now so let’s get ready!”
Two hours later, I called Pancho to see what the deal was. “Yo Pancho, what it do?”
“Dude’s driving a tan Impala with rims on it. He just pulled off. From the description my sister gave me, it’s he. I called her and told her to tell him to come to the crib, so the coast is clear.”
“So, he gone?”
“Yeah, he gone.”
“Juju, you, and Re go up Marquette through the alleyway.”
“Why we gotta go through that dark ass alley?”
“Because Tiki and I are going to walk up the street, hop in the car with him, and meet y’all in the alley. I just need y’all to make sure ain’t nobody lurking around.”
“I guess.”
After the final plan was put in motion, Tiki and I walked off to go find Pancho. My bestie and I thought we were on some ninja type shit. We had on all black everything so it was hard for us to be spotted.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
I looked down at my phone and noticed that I had a text message from Pancho. It read, “Black minivan to yo right.”
I looked up to my right and saw this fool in an all-black, soccer mom ass van.
“What’s the verdict?”
“Third house from the corner. I’ve only been seeing the dude come and go. He walks through the gangway through the garage. I walked back there to check shit out myself. The garage is raggedy as shit, but the door looks like something you gon have to blow the fuck off the hinges. Steel with a big ass lock on it.”
“Let’s make this move then.”
We drove around to the back of the garage to get a good look for ourselves.
“Damn, how we gon get up in that motha fucker?”
Pancho got out of the van, walked to the back, and popped the door.
“I got these chains to see if we could just pull the door off since the garage is about one gust of wind from blowing the fuck away, anyway.”
“My nigga, now you thinking. Hook that shit up and let’s get it.”
My besties and me all took a few steps back and let this nigga work his magic. I whispered to ReRe, “After we get the bread, I’mma kill Pancho. This shit gon eventually hit the fan. Niggas ain’t gon just sit back and accept this type of loss. I don’t want nobody coming over here applying pressure to the hood. He can’t be trusted, Re. This nigga set up his own fucking cousin. Fuck you think he’ll do to us?”
I turned back just in time to see Pancho slowly easing the van forward.
“Don’t pull it all the way off.”
“I got you.”
He pulled a few more feet before I saw the wood start to cracking around the door. The door began to shift as the wood broke away from the frame.
“Alright, stop.”
I was the first to enter the garage. Why the fuck did I do that? Next thing you know, I heard all types of growling.
“AWWW SHIT!”
Four big ass pit bulls rushed my ass, knocking me to the floor.
“CODE FOUR! MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! SHOOT THESE MAFUCKING DOGS!”
Tiki ran in the hoe blazing.
POP! POP! POP! POP!
My bestie a beast! That hoe aim on point. My other two besties ran in there to find me on the floor with my pants to my ankles, my hoodie ripped, and four dead ass dogs surrounding me. These hoes had the nerve to start laughing.
“Fuck y’all laughing at? Hurry up and let’s find this money and let’s bounce before the police come. I know somebody heard those shots.”
There was so much junk in there that I thought we’d be there all night. Luckily it wasn’t.
“Tiki, what’s them black bags in the corner over there under the table?”
“JACKPOT!”
“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”
I had never seen that much money before in my life.
“Okay, Tiki you and JuJu wait thirty seconds after we leave and then y’all take the money and go to Lil Mama’s. Wait on my call. Ju, you still got the keys, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Take the bread over there and chill.”
I looked at ReRe. “Re, you ready to make that move?”
It was quiet as fuck outside the garage. “Call Pancho.”
Re picked up her phone and placed the call as we walked through the gateway.
“Where you at?” She hung up and said, “He’s in the same spot we met him at.”
I looked at her for a few seconds before I said, “You know I’m about to shoot this nigga; right?”
She just nodded her head. No words were needed. We hopped in the van and he pulled off. He kept staring at me as if I was crazy.
“Fuck happened to yo clothes?”
This pussy had the nerve to start laughing as if he knew something I didn’t. “You got jokes, huh? Why you ain’t tell me about them fucking dogs?”
He stopped laughing when he heard the seriousness in my voice. See, motha fuckers in the hood know that by me being a female didn’t mean shit. I got a few bodies under my belt.
“Man Joe, I didn’t know it was no dogs.”
I could see the lie all in his eyes. Too bad that he didn’t see his death in mine. “A, go back to the garage and scoop up Ju and Tiki. Them bags heavy as shit.”
He pulled around the corner and into the alley. He put the van in park and were the first to hop out and begin walking towards the garage. When he went in, I was right behind his ass.
“Where they at E?”
He turned around to see me pointing my gun in his direction.
“What the fuck you doing? This how you gon get down on me?”
I didn’t have time for small talk. “Ain’t no room in my hood for snakes. You aren’t right and I don’t trust yo ass. You probably was planning on killing us, but then again, you too pussy for that. You was going to get somebody to get at us. Not tonight, nigga!”
Sensing that he was about to die, he said some shit to make me think.
“Bitch ass nigga, I ain’t slow. I got insurance better than All-State. You kill me and motha fuckers gon come for you; all y’all!” A dead nigga will say anything.
POW! POW!
I shot him once in the stomach, and once in the chest. I knew it was a possibility that he could survive both. Plus, I wanted his hoe ass to suffer a little.
“Man, you ain’t gotta do this, E! Com—.”
POW!
I painted the garage floor with that niggas brains. Had I done my homework, I wouldn’t have hit that lick like that. I knew there was money in the garage, but what I didn’t know was that the whole outside area around the garage was surrounded by cameras. I also found out that me, Pancho, and my besties weren’t the only ones who knew we were going to take that money. DAMN!
“These hoes ain’t loyal
no they ain’t!”
Chapter 9
JR
Ever since my brother, Big Moe, and I hit this last lick, we’ve been laying low. Boogie’s been getting on my fucking nerves too. Every few hours h’s calling me, telling me to go check on the bread. He and Big Moe still live up north where the Cabrini Greens building use to be. I moved south to Dolton, Illinois, which is a suburb about ten minutes from the city.
I guess since I’m the one who found the safe spot to rent; I’m the one that has to babysit the money. Ain’t that some shit? Even though the spot’s in a fucked up neighborhood, the spot is low key. Plus, I installed a few security cameras around the crib. If that’s not enough, I got some mean ass pit bulls in the garage guarding the money. In case a mothafucka still want to be nosey, I put “No Bark” collars around their necks. If they bark, those collars are going to shock the fuck out of their asses. Break up in the garage if you want too! My pits gon eat they assess alive.
I rolled through at lea
st two times a day. Once in the morning and once at night before I head to the crib. Like tonight, I’m here making sure everything is cool. I just fed my dogs and I’m on the way back to my car when my phone rings.
“Who is this?”
“That’s not the way you suppose to answer yo phone.”
I smiled, knowing the identity of the caller. “What up boo?”
“When you coming home? My pussy missing you.”
I love how blunt shawty is. “Yeah, I’m about to come through and make yo ass tap out. Be ready when I get there.”
“Hurry up boo. I got my hand on your favorite spot right now.”
“Oh yeah? Let me hear you moan for me.”
Listening to her moan made my dick harder than Chinese arithmetic. I jumped in my car with quickness. I fuck with shawty the long way. Been with her for a couple of months. I’m not like Boogie or Big Moe’s crazy asses. I love hard. My G-ma always told me that I was the sensitive one. I got a good heart. I get that from my mama.
She died when Boogie and I were little. Some nigga she was fucking threw her off the roof of the project building where we lived. We were playing on the playground in the front of the building. We actually heard her screams as she fell fifteen stories to the parking lot. Her body crashed through a parked car’s windshield.
Boogie stood frozen on the playground. I wanted to go get my mama. My young mind didn’t grasp the fact that nobody could survive that fall but superman, and since we have no damn superman in the projects, she had to be dead.
As people were running around screaming for help, I made my way over to get my mama. I thought my mama was alive because we made eye contact as I walked up to her.
“Ma get up. Want me to go get G-ma so she can help make you feel better?”
No answer.
Then I heard my G-ma scream, “MOTHERFUCKA! NOT MY BABY! OH LAWD A MERCY!”
I only then realized that she was gone. Unlike Big Moe’s mama who left him, my mama took care of Boogie and me. She loved us. When she died, my G-ma tried to love us the same way. Boogie hung up under Big Moe so he treated women the way Big Moe did. Like shit!
Me on the other hand, I love easily. I know what you’re thinking, yeah I set the bank tellers up and then kill they ass. That’s different. It’s business!
When I meet a chick outside of that bank shit, if we hit it off then we’re all good. Luck has it; I met Tutu over East where I got the spot. She said she was visiting some family. I looked at the crib trying to decide if I wanted to rent it. We hit it off and I ended up renting the spot.
Big Moe and Boogie don’t like her. They say she looks rachet. How does rachet look? Since they don’t chose my pussy for me, I started fucking with shawty.
When I’m not working, we lay up, pop X pills, and fuck like jackrabbits. This hoe’s pussy is so good, it make me want to dig up my mama and slap the death off of her rotten ass. No lie!
“I’m on my way. I’m about to hit the pill spot and the liquor store.”
(30 Minutes Later)
I get to the crib ready to put that hoe in a coma. I already popped my pill on the way so I’m feeling right. My fucking phone keeps beeping. I got several different beeps for different things. This particular beep is the alarm system from the safe spot. I had it set up to where I could monitor the back of the house and the garage from my phone. It also beeps when the motion sensor is set off.
One night, I drove over there three times. When I got there, there wasn’t shit. I’m not doing that shit tonight. I’m about to touch bottom in some good ass pussy, smoke a kush blunt, and call it a night.
I walked into the crib and the sight that I saw almost made me bust a nut on sight.
“Like what you see?”
Shawty was asshole naked with her best friend’s head between her legs. “Damn! I didn’t know we had company.”
She looked at me with the sexist eyes ever and said, “Strip!”
I got up out my clothes so fast; you would have thought I had an onesie on. All that shit fell to the floor at the same time.
“Come here, JR. My friend wanna let you meet the back of her throat.”
“Can she deep throat ten inches?”
“Only one way to find out.”
The pill had me feeling so good, I walked over to ol’ girl on her knees, and accidently poked her in her eye trying to find her mouth.
“Damn, my bad.”
She pulled back and started rubbing her eye. She put my dick in her mouth and used her hands to softly caress my balls. My bitch knows what I like. She positioned herself on the edge of the couch, opened her legs, and said, “Eat!”
I sat on the couch laid back and told my girl to ride my face. I put my dick back in ol’ girl mouth and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth. Tutu’s pussy so damn sweet. I couldn’t help but to get lost in heaven. Between licks and slurps, I started my dick talk.
“Damn boo, yo pussy sweet as fuck! Cum for Daddy!”
I looked up at her riding my face and I can see that she wasn’t into it as she normally is. Straight up, I know my tongue game is lethal. I could suck a uterus through a baby bottle nipple. Ol’ girl sucking my dick so good that my toes get to cracking.
“Aw shit! Wait! Wait! Aw, fuck! I’m about to fucking bust!”
I grabbed her head with my free hand and pushed my hips in the air so I know I’m touching tonsils. I started rotating my hips until I bust long and hard down her throat.
“AWWWW SHIT, GIRL! SUCK IT ALL BITCH! DAMN!”
And that she did. I pushed Tutu off of me and grabbed her by her neck. “Bend the fuck over, bitch!” She did as she was told and I pushed deep inside her tight walls.
“You ready for Daddy to make this pussy talk to me?”
She looked back at me and said, “Make it last forever.”
I started off slow, loving the way her juices coated my dick. Her pussy so damn hypnotizing you’d get lost in a zone. I swear! Got a nigga trying to make love. Am I a lame for that? Fuck whoever think so! Ol’ girl comes beside me and cocks her leg up on the side of the couch. She looked me dead in the eyes and she started playing with her pussy. “DAMN!”
Now that shit turned me the fuck on. “Let’s cum together,” she said.
I started digging in Tutu’s pussy like I loss something and was trying my hardest to find it. Although I was enjoying this little freak show shit, something in my gut told me that something was wrong with this picture.
Here I was serving Tutu with some A-one beefcake. I mean, I was deep sea diving in that motha fucker, but this hoe is barely acknowledging my gangsta. I guess she thought I was too high off of them X pills to pay attention to my surroundings, but I wasn’t. I was fully aware that instead of enjoying this dick, this bitch would rather fidget with her phone.
