Girls From da Hood 7

by Nikki-Michelle Redd

  She was happy. Within the past week, her world had changed dramatically. She had been spending more time with Chubbs at his extravagant penthouse suite than being on the Queens block hanging with her crew. It was as if she forgot about them. Chubbs had her undivided attention, and he was exposing her to different venues and a diverse lifestyle.

  They pulled up to a quaint spot that was nestled in the middle of the long city block. It was decades old—a popular café that was mostly frequented by the city’s elite, and well-known athletes and celebrities. The place was well known for its sushi and exotic dishes, like strawberry sushi, kiwi sushi, and mango sushi. They were, by far, the best in the city. It was one of Chubbs’s favorite spots to eat, and he wanted to expose G.G. to it. It would be something new for her.

  They took a seat at the table and started sipping on beverages. G.G. was happy to be outside of Queens for once. She looked around the café jubilantly, but, she wasn’t so sure about the choices from the menu. Chubbs sat opposite her and peered at the menu.

  “I don’t know about sushi, Chubbs ... Ain’t that raw fish? Is that healthy at all?” she asked with skepticism.

  “It’s cool. I eat here all the time. You don’t have nothing to worry about,” said Chubbs.

  G.G. still looked skeptical. Chubbs laid down the menu on the table, looked at G.G., and assured her. “Look, just try it, and if you don’t like it, then we’ll go somewhere else. Okay?”

  “A’ight.” She smiled.

  “But, you’ll like it. I promise you that.”

  The waiter soon took down their orders, and G.G. was willing to try the strawberry sushi. She figured that something with strawberries in it couldn’t be that bad. Chubbs ordered his usual, the mango sushi. He loved the way the taste lingered in his mouth after he bit into it. The waiter walked off and the conversation between the two of them was continuous.

  “So what’s your story?” G.G. asked him.

  “What you mean?”

  “I mean, the way you put Echo in check like that ... I mean, I ain’t never seen Echo back down to nobody ... Even some of the hardest killers in my hood don’t even fuck wit’ Echo. So, for him to submit to you the way he did says somethin’ about you,” G.G. said.

  Chubbs smiled. “I just have a reputation, that’s all.”

  “I bet you do. I never heard of you, though,” she admitted.

  “And you don’t need to. I move silently, and know the right people to know. But let’s just say, I was a really bad man a few years ago,” he acknowledged.

  “Um, okay.”

  “But there’s nothing else to tell. I’ve changed who I once was, and decided to take my risk with music now. It’s better for me.”

  “Well, you ain’t got no judgment comin’ from my way, fo’ sure ... Shit, a bitch like me done seen my share of trouble too,” G.G. said.

  “I see. Tell me about your scar.”

  G.G. touched the side of her face where the minor scar showed, and it was a reminder of her mistake in the past. “It’s nothing to tell, I just got caught slippin’ one night wit’ these bitches I had beef wit’, and this is a reminder of how I’ll never get caught slippin’ again,” she replied. “But the bitch that gave me this, look at that bitch now ... This ain’t nothin’ compared to what I put on that bitch.”

  “You’re impressive,” said Chubbs.

  “Yeah, I hear that a lot.”

  “But it fits you ... I love a woman with an edge, beauty at that, too,” Chubbs complimented her.

  “You think I’m beautiful, huh ...”

  “I think you’re amazing,” he returned.

  G.G. blushed, and that was a hard thing to get her to do. She was hard like stone, but being around Chubbs, she felt vulnerable and exposed. She was slightly overwhelmed by his comment. She was a hood-rat bitch from the projects—done seen violence, jail, gunplay, and death, but no man had ever taken the time out to show her something different—something like love. She was a quick fuck for niggas, and she didn’t mind it. G.G. was that bitch who liked sex like any nigga, but the games niggas were playing were getting redundant for her.

  It turned G.G. on that Chubbs was from her world, and they understood each other. He was able to escape and do quite well for himself. G.G. wanted to spend every moment with him. She was willing to learn and try something different in her life for once. Sitting down with Chubbs made G.G. opened her eyes. The gang culture she was heavily involved in was wearing on her, but she was afraid to admit it to anyone, especially her peers. The last thing she wanted to come across as in the streets was being weak. She was only eighteen, but her eyes and soul gave off a different age. The experiences G.G. went through over the years had hardened her. She felt like a grown woman trapped inside a teenager’s body sometimes.

  Their food soon came. G.G. slowly tried the strawberry sushi, and to her surprise, she liked it. She devoured them like it was her last meal. She even tried some of Chubbs mango sushi and loved it.

  “I told you,” said Chubbs with a smile

  “You was right ... I’ll give you that.”

  “See, you gotta trust me more. I ain’t gonna steer you wrong.”

  “We’ll see.”

  They continued to eat. G.G. took in the décor once more. The place was far different from the bodegas, dingy Chinese restaurants, and fast-food spots she would always eat from. She somewhat felt like oil in water, but Chubbs made it his business to make her feel really comfortable in the swanky spot. He took a sip from his drink. His cell phone ringing put a pause on their conversation. He looked at the number.

  “Yo, I’m gonna have to excuse myself for a moment. I gotta take this,” he said.

  “I’m good. Go ahead, do you,” G.G. said.

  Chubbs pushed himself back from his chair and walked away with the phone to his ear. G.G. looked around the place again, and then continued to eat the sushi that had captivated her taste buds. She started to think about her cousin, Baby, and T.T. It felt like the tide was changing for all of them. T.T. and Baby were in their own worlds, while G.G. found someone new in her life she was starting to appreciate. G.G. felt she owed T.T. a huge favor. If it weren’t for T.T. dragging her down to the club for a job stripping, then G.G. would have never met Chubbs. It felt like a match made in history.

  But T.T.’s jealousy with G.G. had been escalating during the week. It started with ignoring G.G.’s calls. Afterward, T.T. had been going off at the mouth about how G.G. was fake and forgetting her crew and where she came from.

  “That bitch caught up on some dick, fuck her,” T.T. would say.

  It bothered G.G., because T.T. was her best friend—her right-hand bitch. She didn’t understand the sudden betrayal. They had each other’s back since day one. T.T., G.G., and Baby were like the three amigos in the hood. It was very well known that if you fucked with one, then you fucked with them all, and they had a strong crew to back them. G.G., too, noticed that the minute Chubbs came into her life was when the drama started to unfold with T.T.

  Chubbs came back to the table and took his seat.

  “Everything okay?” G.G. asked.

  “Yeah, just business, that’s all,” he responded.

  But Chubbs’s demeanor changed a little after the phone call. He had something on his mind and wasn’t saying anything about it. G.G. knew it wasn’t her business. The two continued to eat and talk.

  Chapter 14

  Samson glared at Baby and shouted, “You out your fuckin’ mind!” He couldn’t believe what Baby had just asked him to do. He had killed men before, but that was for his country. He was a soldier. He wasn’t anymore. What Baby wanted him to do was straight murder—a civilian at that.

  The two were shacked up in the motel room on the Conduit. It was late in the evening, and Baby had just finished riding his dick until he felt like he was about to deflate. The pussy was always good to him. Samson felt like a fiend. The way she would make him come was mind blowing. He couldn’t get enough of it. He thought about
Baby constantly. The sex had him open like a good book. The rush came suddenly and Samson knew he was in love with Baby. He couldn’t pinpoint why—maybe it was because it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. He was handsome, but the military had his time over the years, and the war overseas had his mind. He came back to the States feeling unsheltered. It took him awhile to fit into a normal society. He missed the action overseas. He missed his unit.

  Baby walked up to him in her panties and bra. Her figure glistened like the afternoon sun. She neared Samson with her seductive eyes, holding his angry stare. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her, though. The way she looked at him was almost paralyzing.

  “You don’t love me?” she questioned softy.

  “Yeah, I do ... but this is murder, Baby!” he spat.

  “It needs to be done, baby. This nigga is a threat to me, and you,” she exclaimed.

  “How?” he asked.

  “He’s dangerous. He already threatened my life once, said he’s gonna find me and kill me,” she lied. “We need to act first. I know you don’t wanna lose me, baby. And I don’t wanna lose you. But this muthafucka name Chubbs, he’s gonna come after us, and he will kill you and me in a heartbeat.”

  Samson sighed heavily. “Why?” he asked.

  “’Cause he feels we’re competition. He’s not the type to talk, or negotiate. He’ll come at us hardcore,” Baby lied to him.

  “This ain’t right.”

  Baby placed her soft hand against his strong cheek, and started to caress his skin gently; her touch went from his cheek to his neck. She continued her stare into him. The man looked reluctant and torn from the decision. He averted his look from her, and was silent for a moment.

  Baby continued to talk. “I love you, Samson,” she lied. “But didn’t I look out for you when you were in trouble? You was about to lose your home ... your mother’s home, and I gave you an opportunity to save it right. We made plenty of money in such a short period of time. And you got the best of both worlds being with me. You want that shit taken away? Huh, baby? You wanna lose every fuckin’ thing that we worked hard for?”

  Samson remained quiet. Baby placed her hands against his bare chest. She pressed him close, looking up at him. Her hand unhurriedly moved down his big and strong chest and slid into his boxers. She took a firm hold of his thick penis and stroked it up and down. Her thumb rolled across the top of the head, and she could feel the pre-come seeping out. She played with it like it was lubrication between her fingers.

  Samson moaned from her touch. He closed his eyes and benefited from the way she always touched him. It was blissful. It was too enticing. He didn’t know how to resist her. He wanted to break off the affair, but she was magnetic. She suddenly became his world. Baby continued to stroke him into a growing hard-on.

  “That feels good, right, baby?” she teased.

  “You know it do.”

  “Do this for me. This nigga gotta go so you and me can live,” she stated. “It’s not like you never took a life before, this ain’t new to you ... just another enemy of war. Look at it like that.”

  Samson moaned when she massaged his mushroom tip so tenderly. He couldn’t focus. She then started to massage his balls. She cupped them in her hand and soothingly rotated his nut sack in the palm of her hand, feeling his pubic hairs tickling her.

  “Ugh!” he grunted.

  “You a soldier, baby ... become one for me,” Baby tried to persuade him.

  Samson wanted to fight the urge. He missed the action, but he didn’t want to take a civilian’s life. His mind was racing with thoughts. He had been surrounded by death and violence. He felt rejected, both by the military and the NYPD. Baby gave him a purpose. But he wanted to escape the madness.

  Samson felt like he was about to reach the point of no return. She had him sucked into her world. Within the blink of an eye, he was tangled in her web. And every time he struggled to break free, the web got tighter and stronger around him. He yelled, “No!” and abruptly pushed himself away from Baby like she was fire burning him.

  “You don’t know what it’s like, Baby, to see a man die ... to see many men die. I’ve seen it done plenty of times ... even the innocent that were caught in the crossfire. I killed because it was my job. It needed to be done. It was survival for me and my unit. The nightmares finally stopped awhile back. I’m getting some sleep now,” he ranted.

  “This is survival, too, Samson ... Don’t you fuckin’ understand that? He will kill us if we don’t kill him first!” Baby yelled. She was convincing.

  She was frustrated. She didn’t want to turn to her second option. She didn’t want to force his hand. But Baby felt she had no other choice. He was being stubborn. And she promised J. Rock that she would get him to do the job. She didn’t want to let J. Rock down. She loved him, and was ready to ride or die for her thug. Baby was determined to keep Samson as her pawn on the chessboard—by any means necessary.

  “Look, I don’t wanna die, Samson, and I’m not gonna die. You either do this for me ... for us, or I’ll tell,” she protested.

  “Tell what?”

  “About us ... I’ll go to that school tomorrow and tell everybody how you was fuckin’ a minor, and took advantage of me ... maybe cry out rape. Yeah, it might be your word against mine ... but you ready to take that chance? Huh? You ready to lose your job and maybe your freedom over this?” she announced harshly.

  “Why would you do that? I love you.”

  “And I love you,” she continued to lie. “But I’m scared; baby ... this nigga Chubbs is dangerous. You know we can’t go to the police; it will only open up an investigation. And we both can’t afford the cops in our business. This is the only way.”

  Samson clenched his fist and was angry. “Why?” he screamed from the top of his lungs.

  “Because, he needs to die so that you and I can truly live,” Baby replied. “Understand that, Samson.”

  Baby approached Samson with her look changing from anger to softness. She tenderly wrapped her arms around his strapping physique and rested her head against his chest. She let herself linger in the moment, having Samson think about it once more. The decision was tearing him apart. Baby was ripping away his sanity.

  “I love you, baby. I truly do ... Just this one time, that’s all. Please, for us,” she whispered to him as her head remained against his chest, and her eyes casting down to the floor exposing her true look of deceit.

  He wrestled with the thought while he held Baby close to him. Samson felt trapped. Baby wasn’t giving him a choice. He had made his bed, now he needed to lie in it. He sighed heavily, finally coming up with his decision.

  “Okay, I’ll do it,” he said faintly.

  Baby smiled. She didn’t look up at him right away, but continued to look down at the floor, saying to herself, mission accomplished.

  “You saved my life, Samson. I fuckin’ love you.”

  “I love you too,” he replied halfheartedly.

  Baby decided to seal the deal with pleasing him once more. She finally looked up to face Samson. His look was cold against her. She needed to change it. She dropped to her knees in front of him and slid his boxers down to his shins. She once again took his penis into her hands and stroked him nice and slow. Samson didn’t fight it. Baby neared her precious lips to his throbbing tip and devoured him satisfactorily. He began to moan the second her lips became wrapped around his cock.

  He was now thrusting into her mouth, once again, reaching the point of no return with her. Both his hands were wound through her hair and pressing into the back of her skull as he rammed his dick down her throat, and coming soon. He grunted. The sexual experiences with Baby were always the pleasant part, but the aftermath was the riskiest and most deadly.

  Samson and Baby exited the motel after 10:00 P.M. They hurried to his truck in the cover of night and climbed inside. He started the ignition, looked around the parking lot, and slowly drove out of the motel parking lot. They thought it was the p
erfect meeting spot for their sexual rendezvous, but while Samson waited for the traffic on the Conduit to pass by so he could merge, they were being watched from a distance.

  “Muthafucka,” uttered the secret and keen eyes upon them from one of the parked cars in the motel parking lot. “I got you, Samson. I see you.”

  Chapter 15

  G.G. strutted through the projects on a mission. She was back home. And she was ready to take care of business. She spotted her crew seated on the park bench by the baseball field. They were smoking and sipping on a small bottle of Henney. G.G. looked at T.T. perched on the bench surrounded by her clique like she was the queen bee bitch. G.G. had a few choice words for T.T. She didn’t understand why T.T. was trying to drag her name through the mud. She didn’t do anything to provoke T.T.’s behavior toward her.

  G.G. marched over to her crew with her eyes trained on T.T. Her dreads were styled into one long ponytail and she was clad in sweatpants and a brown jacket over a large T-shirt. It looked like she was ready for battle. G.G. didn’t tolerate anybody talking shit about her, not even her best friend. G.G. knew if she didn’t confront her friend about it, then it would make her look weak and the other girls would question her authority.

  The Triple P girls turned to see G.G. coming their way. Some were excited to finally see her after it’d been two weeks. They focused on G.G. marching up to them, and some of the girls knew the sudden tension between T.T. and G.G. They stood around T.T. cautiously.

  G.G. went up to T.T. while she sat perched on the bench with a lit cigarette between her fingers. She didn’t want to acknowledge G.G. at first. T.T. sucked her teeth and took a pull from her cancer stick then exhaled. She wanted to ignore G.G.

  “T.T., let me holla at you fo’ a minute,” G.G. said.

  “About what?” barked T.T.

  “I just wanna talk to you, that’s all, just c’mere ...” G.G. said, becoming assertive.