by BlaQue
I loved when he made angry love to me. He used all of his might to prove that he was the best lover for me. Papi groaned in ecstasy as he plunged deeper into my sugary walls. I held on to him as if my life depended on him fucking me. I could feel his body tense up and I knew he was nearing the end of his supposed punishment.
“YaYa, sssssss… I’m about to cum!” He roared.
Papi exploded inside of me and lay there panting on top of me. I hated when he came inside me. I rolled him off of me and headed towards the bathroom on the upper level of the house. I had only been upstairs for a few minutes before I heard Papi talking on the phone. I crept back into the hallway and leaned over the banister on the upper level of the house.
“Juan, just give me some time chico. I am working on something right now with the biggest connect in the city to get your money situated.” I heard Papi say.
“I am bangin’ this bitch and her father got shit locked in the DMV. I am sure things are about to jump off. I just need a few more weeks before I can seal the deal.”
I backed into the master bedroom from which I had come and sat on the edge of the bed bewildered. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Not only was Papi telling lies to people about us, but he was using my father’s reputation to handle business. I had had enough of Papi and I knew that day would be the last time he would touch me. I quickly showered and pulled on a pair of Papi’s sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. I had left a pair of Nike’s in Papi’s closet the last time I had stayed the night with him.
Descending the stairway, I grabbed the rest of my belongings from where I had stripped out of them. I knew Papi and I had nothing to talk about anymore, and I wanted to make my exit quick without letting him know I had overheard his conversation. Papi was still on the phone when I picked up my purse and shades and he gave me a look of discontent about me leaving.
I didn’t even speak. I couldn’t speak. I was so pissed about him using me. I vowed that he and I would tango again, and I would buy my time until I could figure out how to punk the nigga for telling lies. I headed out the door, not wanting to engage in anymore of his bullshit.
Chapter 11
Club Elite
Brinkley Road
Temple Hills, MD
NiQue and I had made plans to meet in Old Town for a day at the spa. I had to fill her in on the details of Papi’s betrayal.
“YaYa, I could have told you that nigga was up to no good. That nigga ain’t interested in settling down with no bitch. He is all about getting money any way he knows how.”
My mind drifted back to what Sheik had said to me about Papi being a sheisty ass nigga. I was enjoying the full body massage I was receiving, and NiQue was having the same done to her. In between exhaling, we continued to talk.
“I didn’t have any intentions on dealing with him like that anyway. I was just getting my back blown out. I never wanted to fuck with this greasy nigga.” I said while Becky, the masseuse, was kneading my lower back.
“This nigga was trying to play me!” I said.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” NiQue questioned.
“I think I am going to just leave him the fuck alone! I have business I have to handle for Daddy and I cannot let whatever Papi is cooking up get in my way.”
I couldn’t let Papi’s deceit cloud my mind and sidetrack my business. I had to oversee my first transaction and nothing was going to get in my way. NiQue and I finished our spa treatment and headed back into the city. I hadn’t really spent any time with Neko and I thought a movie would be a good idea. Will Smith had a new flick out, and I had heard it was better than the critics thought it would be. NiQue declined my invitation to join us and I dropped her at her place. I drove through the streets of DC wondering what kind of shit Papi was into and I couldn’t shake the fact that the nigga was doing nothing more than using me to get to my Dad.
Papi had called several times since I left his house, and I wasn’t interested in listening to whatever story he had for me. I switched the power off on my personal cell and started making phone calls on my business cell to a few of my lieutenants on the Southside. Corrine, a dyke broad I had ties to, was one of my best lieus. If you didn’t know she was a woman, you would have never known. Corrine was 6’3” with long plaits that hung down her back. She kept herself rockin’ fresh Shooters tees and she always had every custom tennis shoe available. She was notorious for keeping her foot soldiers in line, and if they ever fell out of line there would be blood spilled on the streets. I called Corrine to see if she had some ends for me to pick up.
“Yo, Corrine…what’s up babes’?” I said.
“Wassup YaYa? You coming through here? I got them thangs ready for you. Oh, and I need to holla about making another move because this shit is selling out faster than I can move it.”
“I got ya’ baby. I should be through there in an hour or so and we can talk then.” I said. I knew what was coming next because it always did when I spoke to Corrine.
“YaYa, when you gonna stop faking shawty and come to the other side. You went for a test ride and ain’t never come back to claim the goods.”
“Corrine, I keep telling you that I don’t even swing like that. You know I want dick and unless you got one you were born with…then there ain’t nothing you can do for me.”
“Yeah aight, shawty. You gave it to me once; you’ll give it to me again.” She laughed.
“Yeah, we’ll see. Oh, and Corrine…fuck you.” I laughed as I hung up.
I had given Corrine some pussy a while back and since then, she wouldn’t give up on trying to get it again. I knew that that lifestyle wasn’t for me. I made my way from Trinidad to the Southside listening to Lil’ Wayne and T-Pain. It seems that if you didn’t have Weezy on your track, you weren’t doing anything major. All the while during the drive I thought about Papi and how he was trying to use my Daddy to prosper. I knew something wasn’t right and I was feeling like he was trying to set me up. I shook off the bad vibes and decided that I wanted to stop off at Henry’s Soul Food Café and grab some real southern food.
I pulled up to the restaurant and instantly noticed Sheik’s car parked out front. Looking in the rearview mirror, I touched up my MAC lip gloss and strolled inside. As soon as I walked in, I spotted him. He was sitting near the window by himself.
“Hi Sheik. How are you?”
“Wassup YaYa?” He asked while giving me the once over.
“I am good. I have been working trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cent.” I responded.
He couldn’t keep his milk chocolate eyes off of me. I was trying to play it cool because he had already proven he wasn’t the ego trip type.
“May I join you?” I asked. It was more like me telling him I was going to sit there than me asking.
I sat my purse on the table and removed my glasses from my face to expose my signature grey eyes. The waitress made her way to our table and took my order of baked turkey wings smothered in gravy, with mashed potatoes and collard greens. Sheik turned his attention back to me. “Where you gonna put all that? Why don’t you go home and cook that kind of stuff. Or in your case, have the maid or the chef get that popping for you?”
“So glad you think it is that easy playboy. I work and I have no time to cook for myself, and the maid is a twenty-three-year-old chica who never fixed a turkey wing in her life. She damn sure doesn’t know anything about collard greens. She’s too busy running behind my father!” I retorted.
“Damn Ma’, don’t take my head off and you call what you are doing working huh? I hear your father got you handling that work. Are you still fucking with that cat Papi?” He asked.
I had been wondering if he was going to make the conversation personal at some point, or if he was going to brush me off as he usually did when we were in passing.
“For your information…yes, I am handling business for my father; and no, I am not dealing with Papi. Are you still dealing with Shawnna?” I asked trying to throw shade
and pry for more information on his relationship status.
“Naw, she and I stopped messing with each other a little while back. She didn’t wanna hold a nigga down. For real out here in these streets that’s what a nigga needs; a shawty that will be there no matter what. Even though we may not be living right by society’s standards, we are doing what we have to do to survive. I was willing to take care of her and give her all the fly shit she wanted, but she wanted me to leave the game. I am going to leave this shit alone real soon; but once I do, I have to make sure I never have to come back to the game. I got plans on making it big outside of the hustle. What about you YaYa? What are you gonna do with yourself? Shit, you shouldn’t even be in this game your damn self.”
That was the first time Sheik showed any interest in me and I didn’t want him to lose focus.
“Well, I have been thinking about opening a clothing store or something like that. You know something that NiQue and I could do together. Maybe move to some place sunny. Maybe have some kids, do the family thing.” I said not really meaning half of it, but it sure sounded good.
Sheik perked up like he believed the bull I was spitting.
“That sounds like a plan YaYa. You can’t live off this dirty money forever. Your Dad was able to make it as long as he has because he is smart and has his hands in other ventures too. I respect him for his hustle.”
The waitress returned with our food and we chatted for what seemed like hours. I never knew Sheik was so smart. I knew he was street savvy, but I didn’t know he was so intelligent in other arenas. I looked down at the time and realized that I had Corrine’s pick-up and I also wanted to take Neko out. I laid a hundred dollar bill on the table and told Sheik he would have to forgive me for being rude, but I had business to tend to. I let him know dinner was on me and wrote my number on one of the napkins and left the café before he could even say anything.
I had been in there too long with money waiting to be collected. I hopped in my Caddy and pushed over to the Southside. Fortunately for me, Corrine’s house wasn’t too far from the café. I pulled up in the Villages of the Parklands in front of one of the units. Looking at the particular neighborhood during the day, you would never know it was one of the worst places to live in DC. The place housed mostly hustlers and drug abusers. All of whom were my clients in one way, form, or fashion.
Walking up to the front door of where Corrine had set up camp, I could here babies crying and smell the scent of some hydro in the air. I walked up the flight of stairs and instantly reached in my purse for my heat. I knocked on Corrine’s door and I heard her say, “come in.” I twisted the knob and Corrine looked like she was entertaining a few guests and not in the traditional manner. She was seated on the couch, and two girls were lying on the floor in front of her having sex. They didn’t even bother to stop once they knew I was in the room.
Corrine had a look of satisfaction on her face when she saw the bewildered look on mine. I was watching the floor show, and I felt my pussy start to tingle. I knew I had better get what I came for and leave before I became a willing participant. I have always been a sucker for good head. I tore my eyes away from the show and focused on Corrine on the couch.
“The next time I am here to make a pick up can you make sure I don’t have to walk into this gay shit.” I boomed.
“YaYa, I don’t even know why you are tripping. Besides you said an hour and it has been three since I spoke to you last. Was I supposed to keep them waiting?” She laughed pointing at the two broads who still hadn’t come up for air.
Corrine rose off of the couch and motioned for me to follow her to the back. With every step I took to follow her, I could feel the tingle getting stronger. We entered what looked to be her office which housed a 37 inch flat screen TV, and a top of the line Dell computer system complete with scanner and printers. She sat down behind her cherry wood desk and pulled a briefcase from underneath it. She unfastened the snaps and revealed my weekly pay-out.
The sight of my money made the tingle grow larger and I began to lose focus. I saw Sheik’s face in my mind and I couldn’t fight the urge to have someone take me, but it damn sure wouldn’t be Corrine. I only mixed business and pleasure when it was money to be gained. I counted the stacks Corrine pushed across the table as she started to explain why she would need more product. She was talking some shit I was trying to hear. More product meant we were doing more business.
“Mami, I have some major moves to make. I got a spot off of Southern Avenue that I have on lock, and I am looking to move a few more bricks through that way. I need to venture out a little more too. There is a drought on the Southside, and I am trying to get these thirsty ass niggas a drink. You feel me?”
I nodded to let her know I was listening, but I was more focused on the neat stacks of cash that were in front of me. I finished my count and placed the bundles into the briefcase I had come in with.
“Expanding with what?” I finally asked after locking my briefcase.
“I was thinking of moving some green through this way. I know you only fuck with that powder, but I know your man Papi got that green.”
At the sound of his name I shuddered. I didn’t want anyone associating him with me. I knew I could take another angle to get the green so Corrine could expand her growing mini empire. Sheik was known to keep some fire on him. That would be just the excuse to talk to him on the regular.
“That is not my man. I will make some calls and see what I can do for you. I will call you later and let you know what I have worked out.” I said.
We walked out through the living area and Corrine’s company had switched it up a bit and was engaging in random sex acts on the couch. Corrine all but pushed me out of the door. She wanted to get back to her homemade porno. She gave me a knowing smile and I left. Once I hit my car, I was thinking about Sheik; and more importantly what I was going to do about Papi. I hated when I started thinking about my problems too much because even as a child I didn’t handle pressure too well. Bad shit happened when I got into tight situations. I knew I couldn’t just make a move on him because I didn’t know exactly what he was up to.
Chapter 12
Holiday’s Bar and Grill
Branch Avenue
Temple Hills, MD
A few months had gone by and I had successfully arranged to buy green exclusively from Sheik. I was officially handling all the business on the Southside. The Parklands and the surrounding areas of Congress Park and The Valley were being locked down. I also had most of Benning Road, Trinidad, and Saratoga on lock too. With the help of Corrine, Southern Ave was well on its way to becoming infested with my brand, and Caesar couldn’t be happier. Week by week we were upping our orders, and he respected me bringing him more money than he had seen even while my father had been running shit in the hood on his own.
I hadn’t heard too much from Papi. He had tried to call me several times and each time he was forwarded to voicemail. I knew he was pissed. He was mad because I hadn’t returned any of his calls and I had also taken over his beloved Saratoga operation. I knew there was going to be blood shed. I was constantly on watch. I always had my heat and Oscar and his goons in tow. Business was going well and I know with me making that kind of money and with haters all around, someone was bound to test my gangsta’.
I was taken away from my thoughts by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I didn’t bother to look at the caller ID which I should have.
“Talk to me.” I said, answering the call blindly.
“Oh, so now you can talk. I haven’t heard shit from you!” Papi said sizzling into the phone.
“Papi, I have been tied up. You know I am busy.” I yawned into the phone. I sounded bored and uninterested and I could tell he knew I didn’t care about what he had to say.
“YaYa don’t fuck with me! I know you have locked down the major areas in the Parklands and most of Benning Road right into NE. You moved right into my fucking spot! Since that pussy was good as a mutha fucka, I am going t
o let you out easy.” He said knowingly.
“What do you mean, ‘let me out easy?’” I laughed. “I will get out when I am ready or someone takes me out.” I sneered.
“YaYa since we have some past, I will let that shit go. Just return what you owe me and we can go our separate ways.” He demanded.
“I don’t need any favors from you or anyone else. I am not going to be punked for what’s mine. Now you can take this any way you want, but I know your shady ass is trying to set me up and I think we need to end this shit before it gets ugly.” I seethed into the receiver.
“Bitch, I got you! Watch your step or you might come up missing. Ain’t no trick ass broad gonna’ take my work from me. Fuck you YaYa! I’ll see you again.” He screamed in to the phone. I disconnected the call. I knew I had better get my squad up to speed and make sure Saratoga was on constant watch. If Papi wanted a war, war was what he was going to get. What he didn’t know was that I had already been prepared to battle him since I took over Saratoga. I knew that taking over his strip would set off his explosive temper. I think I did it just to spark some shit with him so I could dead him for trying to play me. I didn’t want Daddy to know any of the noise Papi’s punk ass was trying to make, and I definitely didn’t want the streets talking.
*****
NiQue thought I was being careless because I was more focused on going to an album release party for a friend I grew up with named Crack. He was doing big things on the Southside. His artists were making their mark, and niggas were feeling what they had to say. Cap Citi records was doing some damage on the airwaves and they were selling out clubs. I hadn’t made it to see Crack’s team live, and they were teaming up with another local label, “Free From Bondage.” Sun and Starr had an ill flow. I figured I should go ahead and catch them at Gee’s because that nigga Dread from Cap Citi was sexy. A sexy nigga like that one could get me to shake my ass any day. I don’t know if he was married or not, but fuck it…he was eye candy. It didn’t hurt that Crack’s team had some ballas with some verbal skills that made me want to show some love.
