I didn’t know why I was lingering in front of the bodega after I got what I needed. Maybe I was lonely, and we did have history together, and truthfully, there was nothing else to do. And he was an exciting guy, but I knew from experience that he was nothing but trouble.
Rico went to the small revolving window and picked up a few blunts, some beers, and some snacks. It was inevitable to have the munchies right after smoking. When Rico got the things he needed, he focused his attention back on me. I started to walk off, he called out to me. “Sammy, it’s late, let me give you a ride back to ya building.”
“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.
“Sammy, c’mon, let me give you a ride. I ain’t no threat, you know me,” he said.
That was the problem, I did know him.
Rico stood by his car with his eyes fixated on me. I stopped and didn’t keep it moving when I should have. I turned around and looked at him.
“It ain’t like I’m driving you miles away. You just up the way. It ain’t no thing to take you home,” he added.
It was late, and I was tired. I released a frustrated sigh and walked his way. I looked around first, making sure everything was clear. The streets were still empty. The last thing I needed was for someone to see me get inside Rico’s car and start having the wrong impression about things.
Before I climbed inside, I said to him sternly, “You better take me straight home.”
“Where else I’m gonna take you, to the moon?” he joked.
“Ha-ha, ya so damn funny. Do I look like I’m playin’ wit’ you?” I quipped.
“You safe wit’ me.”
I climbed inside the luxurious car and remained cautious. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to get inside his car, but I did it anyway. I was impressed by the interior, comfortable leather seats. Rico got behind the wheel and started the car. He placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other out the window, away from my direction. Smart idea. He pulled away from the curb.
Jay-Z continued to play. “99 Problems” was blaring. I loved this track. I was getting into the lyrics until Rico decided to turn the song down. I looked at him and he looked at me. This nigga had something to say to me.
“You a wild girl, Sammy,” he uttered, then smirked.
“What you mean by that?” I asked with attitude.
“I heard what went down in the South Bronx the other night. You and ya crew just didn’t give a fuck,” he said.
I was defiant. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about.”
I wasn’t trying to snitch on myself. Rule number one when it came to the streets and the game: shut the fuck up. There were always too many people fuckin’ talking, and I hated when muthafuckas were in my damn business.
“I heard Denise is in really bad shape,” Rico informed me.
“And you actually think I give a fuck about that bitch!” I shouted.
“Hey, don’t get upset wit’ me. I was just telling you somethin’.”
“You know what, Rico, you can let me the fuck out right here,” I exclaimed.
I was ready to reach for the door handle and step out the moving car. We were only a few blocks from my building. I didn’t mind walking the rest of the way. I didn’t ask for a fuckin’ ride anyway. Now this nigga wanted to be in my business. Rico observed my sudden frustration and wisely changed the subject.
“Don’t get agitated about it, Sammy. I apologize if I upset you.”
“Just shut the fuck up about it!” I chided.
Rico glared at me. Yeah, niggas and bitches wouldn’t get away with talking to Rico like that. He didn’t tolerate disrespect from anyone either. But like he said, we had history. We went way back together.
“You like Teflon, Sammy. You know that?” he said.
I scowled harder. “What?”
“Never mind. But I wasn’t tryin’ to disrespect you. I was just talking,” he said.
I wasn’t listening to him anymore. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out his car. Already, he was pissing me the fuck off.
“But I need to talk to you about somethin’ important when you cool down.”
“I am cool!” I snapped.
“If that’s cool, then I would hate to see you upset,” he replied.
We were coming closer to my building, thank God. How could a man who was fucking irrelevant in my life upset me so quickly? Maybe because he was fucking Mouse had me wanting to hate him.
Rico stopped in front of my building, put the car in park, and left it idling, indicating that he wanted to talk some more. I really didn’t. I opened the door. He reached forward and grabbed my arm, trying to prevent my quick exit. I looked at him like he was crazy.
“Sammy, don’t leave yet. I wanna talk to you, pull ya coat to somethin’,” he said hurriedly.
I blew air out of my mouth. I should have just gotten out his car and not given a fuck what he had to say. But once again, I did the opposite. I locked eyes with him and gave him his minute to talk.
“You always have been a smart and talented girl, Sammy.”
“And what that’s supposed to mean?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Look, you and I have somethin’ in common and that’s to get ours and make it to the top, by any means necessary.”
“You already seem to be on top by the look of things,” I quipped.
“I dream bigger. You doin’ it ya way and I’m doin’ it mines,” he stated lightly.
“Your point is?”
“I ain’t gonna beat around the bush. I’m sure Mouse told you that I’m ready to invest in y’all. I wash your back and you wash mine.”
“Rico, why would I want to get in business wit’ you?” I asked.
He reached under his seat and pulled out a wad of cash. The money was in hundred- and fifty-dollar bills.
“Because, this is what life is all about, making money, and I makes money. This is what I do out here,” he said with conviction.
The giant wad was impressive. It was something that I truly needed in my life. So many things could change when you have money and success in your life. I gazed at Rico’s wad of green; I estimated he had about ten stacks on him.
“Nice,” I replied dryly.
He chuckled, like my comment was an insult. “Nice?”
What did he want from me, to sweat him or something?
“What I’m tryin’ to tell you, Sammy, I think you and me would make a good team,” he added.
“Team? A team doin’ what? And what about my girl, Mouse? What the fuck you tryin’ to say here, Rico? You playin’ my friend? You tryin’ to fuck wit’ me?” I refuted.
“It ain’t even like that, Sammy.”
“Then what the fuck it’s like? You know what, I shouldn’t even be in this car wit’ you. I know ya a fuckin’ snake, Rico. Don’t fuckin’ talk to me,” I shouted.
I jumped out his car and slammed the door so hard I almost thought I shattered his window. I didn’t even give him time to explain himself. I rushed away, cursing at him. For some reason, I didn’t trust him. I didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say. Team? Rico saw a good thing and wanted in. I was about to blow up, and that’s when the leeches come and wanna try to suck you dry. He had Mouse on his hook, but he wasn’t going to have me. Fuck him!
Chapter Seven
Mouse
I was a woman in love, and a woman in love would do anything for her man, probably even die for him. Rico had my heart on lockdown, and I was his, signed, sealed, and delivered. There was no hesitation to it. The entire projects knew about our love, and Rico proclaiming me his, which was the best thing in my life. We’d been dating for several weeks now. Bitches hated on me from left to right. I moved in with him, a huge “fuck you” to my father. I was loved and protected, also well taken care of.
We were fucking and sucking each other off like rabbits. Nah, rabbits weren’t getting freaky like us. We were just nasty with it. Rico was banging my pussy out like he created the punanny. And we fucked everyw
here: indoors, outdoors, in the car, on the car. My pussy was his home, and he rested his big, long, and hard piece of flesh inside of me like daddy should do.
The drug game was becoming good to him, and it was being good to me. If Rico had it, I had it, and we had lots of it. I did whatever to please my man, and sucking his dick like a porn star in the front seat of his 650i coupe was nothing new to me. I loved doing it. I loved pleasing him, especially when he was so quick to please me with comfort and protection. Every day, I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to be my lover forever. I didn’t want to share him with anyone or question his fidelity.
My lips were wrapped around his hard dick with him being reclined in the driver’s seat. His moans were evident of me pleasing him satisfactorily with his hand entangled around my hair, my head bobbing up and down in his lap. I wanted to suck his dick like no other woman had ever done. I wanted to lick every inch of him. I wanted to enjoy him, swallow him whole, deep-throat that big dick with my spit running down his balls.
I pulled out my tits as I sucked his dick. I wanted Rico to play with my nipples while I was sucking his dick and tell me that he loved me and loved the way I gave him head. My tongue coiled around his mushroom tip. I could feel his dick throbbing inside my mouth. My sweet lips continued to glide around him like they were on ice, up and down on his nice-sized dick. I didn’t even want to come up for air. I wanted to lick his nuts and feel them rolling around my tongue.
“Shit, baby, I’m about to cum,” Rico grunted.
I sucked his dick harder and faster; the pressure from my lips was making him squirm in his seat. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I enveloped him with my mouth. Rico’s knees started buckling, even though he was already seated; if not, he would have fallen over from the sweet intensity of my lips against his manhood.
I licked every inch of his hard dick as his breathing got louder and louder like always. My mouth enveloped him completely and he began moaning uncontrollably. I used my lips to pleasure and my tongue to torture, but the kind of torture that ushered in the most decadent release. Rico shut his eyes. He felt the warmth of my mouth and the softness of my lips slide sensually up and down his erection. Harder, faster, deeper, and wetter. There was only one goal: pleasing.
I wasn’t worried about anyone witnessing my naughty act. The tinted windows on his car prevented anyone from having a clear view of us. I loved the way Rico’s dick felt in my mouth, how when he was about to cum, he would thrust his dick into my mouth like it was my sweet pussy he was fucking.
I cupped and tickled his balls. He continued to grunt and have his eyes closed.
“Ooooh, baby, don’t stop, that feels so fuckin’ good right now. Oh shit! You about to make me cum. Ooooh, oh shit,” he cooed.
“You like that? Huh, you about to cum?” I said teasingly, stopping my actions momentarily.
“Hells, yeah. Keep goin’, shit keep going,” he said feverishly.
I exposed a sinful smile. I wrapped my lips around his pulsating cock again and I violently gave him some head. I could feel him about to explode. He was becoming harder in my mouth, like concrete with my saliva saturating his bottom half.
“Shit, baby. Ooooh. I love you! I fuckin’ love you!” he strongly proclaimed.
Oh my God, did he just say to me that he loves me? I was smiling heavily on the inside. Hearing that was precious. It seemed like the words flowed softly, sweetly from his lips like honey dripping. I wanted to kiss him. My heart had jumped. This was an emotional moment for me.
I sucked and jerked him off simultaneously. I definitely wanted to give him an explosive ending. The look on my man’s face was priceless. I was ready to feel his release in my mouth. Yes, I was ready to swallow every last drop of him.
After a few harder sucking and licking on his erect cock, Rico exploded his semen into my mouth like a geyser going off, and I took it all in like a professional. I permitted for his babies to swim around in my mouth for a moment, savoring the taste of my man and then I swallowed. It all went down my throat like Kool-Aid. Rico looked spent and satisfied. As his woman, I did my job thoroughly. He pulled up his jeans and zipped them up. I wiped my mouth and fixed my clothing. I then looked at him and asked, “Do you really love me?”
I know it’d only been a few weeks, but you knew when you were loved and were in love with someone. I believed in love at first sight, and I was in love with Rico.
“You know I do,” he replied.
I wanted to hear him say it again. I’d never heard a man tell me that he loved me. Not even my own father would utter those three special words to me. It was so nice to hear them. I wanted to hear him say it to me over and over again. I wanted to drown in his love and escape in passion. I couldn’t help but become emotional and wanted to tear up. I wanted to be told that he loved me over and over, and over, until the end of time. But he didn’t. His reply to my question was, “You know I do.” I didn’t get too downhearted about him not saying them again. Yes, I yearned to hear “I love you” said to me once more. But we were having a very pleasant evening and I didn’t want to ruin it with desperation about hearing him tell me that he loved me again. I was afraid that if I pressed him about it, then it would run him off. At least he said it to me. I found great satisfaction in that.
Rico started the car and drove away. We were going to Edenwald. He needed to take care of business out there with his crew. I wasn’t in my man’s business like that. I was playing my position, like a good woman should do. I was staying at his place for the moment and living comfortable for once in my life. I didn’t have to worry about my abusive father, or bitches coming at me over some bullshit. But I did miss home and Sammy.
I was quiet in the car, nodding my head to Alicia Keys song that he had playing for me. “Unthinkable” had me in the zone. Her lyrics were so tantalizing and so true, especially for me.
It’s becoming something that’s impossible to ignore,
And I can’t take it.
The only thing I wanted to do was love my man, write lyrics and rap, and get rich and well known with Sammy. That’s all. It wasn’t that hard. I deserved it. I deserved Rico and happiness.
We arrived at Edenwald in no time: 233rd and Baychester Avenue. It seemed like everybody living in the projects was outside getting into something, mingling, laughing, and gossiping. There was different type of music blaring from every direction, and the men and hustlers were loitering on the corners and playing dice in front of the bodegas, and the residents were taking advantage of a beautiful spring day. I noticed a couple of my girls walking about. I wanted to say hi, but Rico had important affairs to take care of.
I felt like that bitch riding around in the passenger seat of my man’s 650i. The windows were rolled down with a breeze gently blowing against me. I was getting so much attention from everyone. It was a beloved moment.
We pulled up to the towering buildings on East 229 Drive North. The parking lot filled with cars. He parked and asked if I wanted to wait in the car. I didn’t. I wanted to stretch my legs and walk with my man. I stepped out the car with my red bottoms hitting the pavement and a new attitude. I was looking fabulous in my denim Guess jeans that accentuated my young, thick curves, and my white ruffle-front cami top that made niggas scream out, “Whoa!”
Rico concealed in my purse the 9 mm he always carried. I didn’t mind carrying it for him. He was my boo and females rarely were harassed by police like that, especially one looking like me, too fine. And I was used to packing guns, even shooting them at muthafuckas who tried me or my crew. Rico understood that I could hold my own. I could be his gangsta bitch and his classy bitch all in one.
We strutted toward the building in front of us. I had to shake my head. Out of all buildings, why did he have to come to this one? It sat on the corner of East 229th Drive North and East 229th Street. It was Denise’s building. I had too many enemies inside and clashes with a lot of bitches in that building. It was a place I wanted to stay far away from, but I didn’t run f
rom anybody, especially when I was with Rico. I knew he had my back.
I was already getting the stares from people we passed who recognized me. Some were deadpan and some were screw faces aimed at me. Yeah, it’s Mouse, bitches, and look at me now. People looked displeased that I was walking with Rico and had the audacity to walk into Denise’s building after what Sammy and my gang did to them in the South Bronx. Yeah, I heard about it, and it was music to my ears. Sammy was my bitch, and my only regret was that I wasn’t with them when it happened. The streets were saying that Angie was hunting for my friend and Denise was finally home from the hospital and her face was fucked up. She was going to be scarred for life. And she was cooped up somewhere recovering; and nobody hadn’t seen the bitch since she was discharged from Lincoln Hospital. But hearing what they did to Dandy, those bitches came off lucky, because they were still alive.
Dandy was my bitch; she was only fifteen and she was a sweetheart. Yeah, she was EBV, but she was still in school and always a pleasure to be around. We all looked out for her. She had no parents, they both were dead, so she lived with her elderly grandmother, and she didn’t have any brothers or sisters. We were her sisters. Dandy was also a beautiful girl. The projects were saying she reminded them of Lauren London, Lil Wayne’s baby mama, and when they cut up her face, it was only hate. I was disgusted when I heard the news. But the tension was escalating. When you been in the streets as long as I have, you know this was only the beginning of something bigger.
Angie was YGB, Yung Gangsta Bitches, Crips Alliance, running the South Bronx. She did have a fierce reputation and a swarm of people that were loyal to her. But we didn’t give a fuck. Our beef went back since we were young and our set was ready to ride out and bang hard with anybody at any time. But real talk, Rico was a blessing in my life; his name rang out too. He was practically running shit from East 233rd down to East Gun Hill Road. And he had our back, increased firepower, and muscle.
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