Protect Me From My Friends

by Marcellus Allen

  Chapter 6

  Burnside

  March 1st

  I was lying in the bed next to my ride-or-die bitch Shanell early in the morning. She was still asleep but I was up, scheming on how I was gonna take over Portland. Both of my arms were behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling deep in thought. I needed a connect in the worse way.

  We could kill every gang in Portland but if we couldn't supply the fiends, it was all for nothing. We was in this shit for the money at the end of the day. Killin' Marshawn was personal, but I knew it would only get harder after that. Heavy was the head that wore the crown and I was already feeling the weight.

  Bitch niggaz just had to snake me. I gritted my teeth as my mind and heart altered to those snake ass niggaz. I closed my eyes as I remembered shooting Gotti right through the heart. The shit hurt me to the core, but it had to be done.

  I had to be the one to pull the trigger if I wanted to be the leader of the wolves. I saw his eyes going wide in shock as he gripped his chest, while sitting on the couch. Then I had to finish my breakfast. I hopped off the couch with the heat aimed right at his stomach.

  My phone going off snapped me outta my flashback which was coo' with me. Even though it had to be done, I wasn't thrilled I had to smoke one of my day ones like that. I wasn't gone show Marshawn's bitch ass no sympathy though. Nigga wanna drop diss songs, rappin' ass nigga. I smirked as Olay's name appeared on the screen.

  She was my ace in the hole and I planned on capitalizing on her as soon as possible. We texted and talked multiple times a day on some low shit. From what she was telling me, she was real close to reeling his bitch ass in. I constantly reminded her to play hard to get. To make it seem like it was over and play on his pride.

  That was Marshawn’s biggest weakness, his pride. But over the past few days, we'd been lowkey flirting with each other and I damn sho’ didn't mind fuckin' my enemy’s baby mama. That was gon' be the ultimate high for me.

  “What's brackin' with you?” I answered the phone.

  “Can you come over so we can talk?” she asked.

  I had to stare at my phone for a second. Is she tryna set me up? She'd never invited me over to her new spot before. I started thinking Marshawn had got the bitch to flip on me. Naw, I'm in her head too deep. I shook the thought outta my head.

  “Why, what's up? You got somethin' in the works?” I sat up, while raising my voice. I was hoping he was on the way over there.

  “Kinda, he's tryna see his son real soon. I just wanna talk and see what we can come up with.”

  “A’ight, text me yo’ address and I'ma be there in like a hour.”

  “Ok, I’ma send it right now.”

  “And don't tell nobody I'm coming over either. I mean absolutely nobody,” I demanded.

  “I know and I would never do that,” she promised.

  When I hung up the phone, Shanell was staring right at me. She was giving me the evil glare that only a black woman could do. Here this crazy bitch go, I thought as I got outta the bed. I didn't feel like dealing with her crazy ass or her jealous rampage.

  “I know you don't think you’re about to walk up outta here after I just heard what I heard.” She sat up with a major attitude.

  I exhaled. “What you think you just heard?” I asked in my “I'm annoyed” voice.

  “Nigga, I just heard you telling some bitch you’re about to come over. Who the fuck got you sneaking out the bed so early? She must got some good pussy!”

  I stared up at the ceiling while I counted backwards from ten. I loved my bitch, but she was the most jealous bitch in Portland history. I could write a book about all the shit she'd done did. The crazy bitch even tried to cut me right after she'd stabbed one of my jump offs.

  “And I don't care about you huffin' and puffin' either, nigga. I shouldn't have to wake up to you whispering to some nasty ass bitch.”

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch. Got damn,” I growled, then showed her Olay's name in my call log. I stuck it right in her face. “It was Olay and if you was listening, then you would of understood what we was talking about,” I checked her.

  “What the fuck you going over her house for? And she can call my phone if she needa talk to you. We coo', but we ain't that fuckin' coo'. Let me find out.”

  “Find out what? What you think she calling for? We setting up Marshawn.”

  “ Umm, I don't know about that shit. It sound like she might be setting you up. And why the hell is she helping you get at her baby daddy?”

  I smacked myself on the forehead. “'Cause he killed Falcon and I'm the only nigga with enough heart to kill his bitch ass,” I boasted, then pounded my chest. She got quiet for a few seconds, processing my story, tryna see if it all added up.

  “I don't know. I could never set my nigga up no matter what. If a bitch really in love with her man, then she gone choose his side every time. And to be real, Falcon wasn't innocent in all this shit either.

  According to the streets, she was the reason why Joe killed Boobie. And now y'all at war over some pussy. In my opinion, Marshawn was in the right, but I still wouldn't go against you no matter what.” She gave it to me raw, while talking with her hands the whole time.

  Hearing her say that Marshawn's bitch ass was in the right for killin' my relative really rubbed me the wrong way. Over some pussy? That shit had my blood boiling like a muthafucka. My whole career, I'd never beefed with a nigga over no bitch! I ain't never respected niggaz who did that shit. It was way too many bad bitches in the world for some shit like that.

  “It ain't over no pussy and you know that. Those bitch niggaz killed my family without getting at me, then laughed behind my back. They forced my hand, so now I'ma cut theirs off. Fuck them niggaz,” I spat in anger.

  My phone went off again, cutting off whatever the fuck she was about to say. “What's hood?” I answered. “I need to fuck with two of yo’ bitches today and we needa talk about some important shit like ASAP.”

  I recognized my nigga Tre's voice but not the number he was calling from. I looked at the screen just to double check. This nigga on some fed shit? Him getting straight to the point and the anxiety in his voice really set off my real nigga alarm.

  Tre was a blood from Capanella Park, a set outta Compton, California. He was from Portland but 100% certified down there in Bompton. I'd been fuckin' with him for years and he'd always been a solid nigga.

  “Yo, why you ain't been hit me with this new number?” was my reply.

  “I just got it a few days ago, Blood. But like I said, when can we link up? This shit important,” he pressed.

  “How important? 'Cause you making me feel real suspect right now, blood. No disrespect, but this shit don't feel right.”

  I mugged Shanell up and down who was all in my mouth, then headed to the bathroom. Tre had been silent the whole time. He was either tryna calm his anger down or come up with somethin' to say to my suspicions. But to my surprise, all he did was laugh, then told me to hold on. What the fuck?

  “What's brackin', blood? This OG Brazy Ru from west side Piru,” a deep ass voice greeted me.

  “What's brackin'?” I kept it short. My antennas were really up now.

  “I'm Big Smoke's older brother.” He paused to let his words sink in. What I'm s'posed to be scared? I thought to myself “I asked Tre to link us up so we can talk as men. We both want the same thing, plus I got somethin' else that you need. Tre was gonna tell you all this today but now that we've spoken already, we can meet face to face as well,” he explained.

  “How I know this ain't no set up?”

  “My brother died the same way, so I can understand your concerns. I'm not my brother though. I don't believe in talkin' or mediating shit. I just kill and deal with the rest later. That was our plan until Tre informed us of the beef between y'alls circle. We came up with a plan that could benefit us all.”

  “Where y'all wanna meet?”

  “You pick the location and the time. Bring how many niggaz you feel yo
u need, but it's gonna be the two of us.”

  “Bar fifteen, tonight at eight o'clock.” I hung up. I didn't like the arrogance in that niggaz voice not one bit. I could tell he was one of those big on bullying type of niggaz. If he planned on tryin' that shit with me, he was gone end up laying next to his brother. They think Marshawn and Boobie did somethin', wait till they see my work.

  But I was real interested in what he had to offer me, so I was gonna hear the nigga out. I hopped in the shower, grabbed both of my guns plus the dope, and got the hell outta there. Shanell kept tryna relive our conversation, but I kept brushin' her off. I had money and murder on my mind fuck arguing.

  Forty-five minutes later, I pulled up to the condos in Beaverton that Olay lived in. I waited at the gate while she told the security to let me pass. After another two minutes, they finally opened up and I made my way to her condo number. I kept looking around the lot for a Maserati or any other car that one of those suckaz be driving. Naw, it's too many people and cameras for that, I thought to myself.

  Olay came outside and waved, then went back inside. I guess it was too cold outside for her with those lil' ass shorts on. I double-checked my heat, then bounced out, ready for whatever. She opened the door right when I walked up and I walked in like I owned that bitch. “It was way too cold outside. Sorry,” she said, while giving me a hug.

  “I know. That's why I got this hoody on.” I pulled her in a lil' closer just to see how far I could go with it. She embraced it by wrapping her arms around my neck and planting her face there.

  “Your dreads smell good.”

  “No, you smell good as a muthafucka,” I replied.

  “I just got out the shower. C'mon, I'll show you around.”

  She lead me through the living room, kitchen, her son's room and then to her's. The whole time, I kept my eyes glued to her lil' bubble butt in those pink shorts she had on. And the lil' tank top she was wearing didn't even attempt to hide it.

  “Where yo’ son at?” I asked when we got inside of her room.

  “I took him to my mothers. I didn't need him seeing you, then telling his father. That woulda fucked us up.” I nodded my head.

  “Definitely, that was a smart play. A’ight fill me in on what's been going on.” I sat on the bed while she stood there explaining.

  For the next ten minutes, I just sat there staring at her big ass titties and small waist. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about runnin' pipe in my enemy’s baby mama. Being that close to her was fuckin' up my mental.

  “What are you staring at? Are you even listening to me?” she asked, snapping me outta my fantasy. Might as well go for it. She want it anywayz.

  “It's hard to listen about another nigga when I got a bad bitch standing in front of me with her titties out. You smelling all good and shit, pussy print talkin' to me through the shorts. Bitch, how you expect me to act? You know what you doing. You needa bust it open for a real nigga and let me suck on that pussy.” I gave it to her raw.

  She stood there biting down on her lip, thinking over my words. She wasn't used to being talked to like that, but I didn't change for nobody. Marshawn’s hoe ass pampered her, but not the kid.

  “I've never been with another nigga. Just my baby daddy,” she said, while she stepped closer to me. I started rubbing her thighs real slow.

  “That's about to change then.” I pulled her shorts down to her ankles. “This pussy look so pretty.”

  I couldn't help but to lick my lips at that pretty muthafucka. I hurried up and pulled my hoody off, while she peeled her tank top off. My dick got hard as a missile. I stared at her standing in front of me butt naked. I lifted her left leg up on the bed, then dove straight in. I spread her lips and went straight for the clit. Once I got to sucking on it in a nice rhythm, she started going wild.

  “Hmm, hmm,” she moaned out.

  I kept on rotating from sucking to licking, really going to work on the pussy. She gripped the back of my head and started grinding on my face.

  “Aghh, yes! Oh, yes!” she yelled out with her head tilted back.

  The wetter she got, the more I slurped her juices up. She tasted hella good and I couldn't get enough of her pussy juice in my mouth.

  “I'm about to cum! I'm cumming!”

  Hearing the magic words was all the motivation I needed. I applied more pressure with my tongue on her special button until I felt her bust all on my face and lips. I swallowed that shit like a real nigga and kept licking until she got weak and dropped to her knees.

  “I wanna suck yo’ dick now,” she said with the sexiest look on her face.

  We both pulled the rest of my clothes off in no time. I turned my camera on and pointed the phone right at her face as she massaged my meat.

  “Uh unn. Turn that off, boy.”

  “Don't trip. I ain't gon' show nobody, baby. I'ma only show Marshawn’s bitch ass right before I kill 'em. Just do your thang,” I promise.

  Next thing I knew, I was deep in the back of her mouth. I leaned all the way back and just enjoyed the show.

  Sluuurp! Sluuurp!

  Her head was bopping up and down at record-breaking speed. She was deep throating the whole dick like a porn star and I loved it. “Aghh shit, bitch!” I moaned out.

  All that did was encourage her to go faster. I leaned up so I could watch her work. She pulled my meat out and started licking the head real slow for the camera.

  “It's so big.” She licked it up and down from the head to the base, then went back to work. I watched her deep throat my shit with a smile on her face. I couldn't hold back too much longer.

  “Aghh, shit! I'm bout to bust.”

  “Cum in my mouth,” she said.

  As much as I wanted to nut in her mouth, especially on camera, I had to pull away from her. I needed to hit that pussy and there was no telling if my shit was gone stay hard after I busted. 'Cause I felt a monster nut building up and I couldn't tap out like that on the first run.

  “Face down, ass up,” was all that needed to be said.

  She got up and crawled to the middle of the bed, assuming the position. My dick got even harder at the sight of her ass and that pussy with its juices flowing, just waiting on me to hit it. I eased into it and had to hold still in order to stop myself from nuttin'. Her shit was hella tight, warm, and wet as a muthafucka.

  That, plus the fact I was really fuckin' Olay on camera was enough to make a nigga blast off prematurely. I finally got in a rhythm and started beating it up. One hand was holding the phone, the other on the small of her back, guiding the strokes. I smirked at Marshawn's name written on top of her ass. Bitches ain't shit!

  “Ohh! Ohh! It feels good! Soo good!” she moaned.

  “You like this dick? Huh?” I smacked her ass.

  “I love it!”

  “Say ‘fuck yo’ baby dad’.”

  “Fuck my baby dad!” she yelled.

  We sped the rhythm up another notch. I took my hand off her back so the camera could get that bitch niggaz’ whole name. I hit it like that for another five minutes, then was ready to nut. I wanted to nut in that good ass pussy so bad but found the strength to pull out at the last possible moment.

  “Agghh, shit!” I growled, then busted all over that bitch niggaz’ name.

  That shit felt like the biggest and best nut I'd ever busted in my life. There was no better feeling in the world then revenge. And there was nothing better than getting some pussy from a bad bitch. Mix the two together and yo ‘chest will swell up to the highest level, especially when you a real street nigga.

  “That's the best dick I've ever had.” She rolled over with a smile on her face.

  ***

  Hours later, I was riding through the town on my dolo with way too much on my mind. After a few more rounds with Olay, I had to hit the streets and check on my money. Everywhere I went, niggaz kept talking about how Tony and his crew got crushed in broad daylight.

  Only a few people knew the truth, but the rest of the town was
giving Marshawn the credit. Part of me was coo' with it 'cause these suckaz stayed snitchin' out here. But the goon in me wasn't feeling that shit! Muthafuckaz was starting to fear this nigga again and I couldn't allow that.

  When I checked in with the team, the opinions were unanimous. Everybody was going to the meeting. Niggaz weren't feeling me going by myself at all like I suggested.

  “Yo, son. Fuck that! We don't know them niggaz like that!” Beast yelled, making his point of view real known.

  I agreed with my niggaz. They were right as I left the spot to check on a few more things. I checked my watch. It was 7:30. I can die by myself, I thought as I parked at Bar 15 in the downtown part of Portland. I lied to my niggaz.

  My pride wouldn't let me bring nobody to just meet up with two humans. The two 40's on my lap said I was good anywhere in Portland. Fuck these niggaz. I bounced out the whip and went straight in like I was built for this shit. I didn't like how the OG nigga sounded like he was mocking me with that “bring who you want shit”. His words kept fuckin' with me.

  Tre waved me over as soon as I walked in. I definitely noticed how they had gotten a table where they could watch the door. They’re early too. I walked over like I owned the whole world without a fear in my heart.

  “What brackin'?” Tre hopped up and gave me the Damu shake.

  “Shit, mobbin. What's hood?” I replied.

  “This the OG homie right here.”

  Braze Ru stood up and gave me the same shake. I was a lil' thrown off by his appearance. I was expecting some big ass buff nigga but got the exact opposite. He was like 5'7” and maybe 140 pounds with a clean, bald head. He didn't look like shit, but that didn't mean nothing in the streetz. Wolves came in all types of different shapes and clothing, even sheep. “You came by yo’self, Blood?” Braze asked as we sat down.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I got two gunz on me and that's all I've ever needed. I can stand on my own in any situation.” I looked him in the eyes as I spoke. He slowly nodded in approval, keeping his pupils locked on mine. They were the blackest and coldest pair I'd ever seen. People always said the same thing about me, but his were on a whole new level of evil. Even demons die though.