Ghetto Girls 6

by Anthony Whyte

  “Nigga you trying to mock me, huh. Here hold this then.” Lil’ Long aimed both guns at Rightchus. “In order for me to be immortal all y’all weak muthafuckas, bitches and snitches must die…” Lil’ Long shouted then squeezed the trigger.

  “No-o-o…” Rightchus bloodcurdling scream filled the air along with the explosion echoed loud into the night’s air then dissipated. Rightchus bloodied mess fell silent. Lil’ Long walked slowly away whispering.

  “Snitch-ass nigga, yeah, you had that coming. Now I gotta go see them muthafuckin’ rappin’ ass bitches and that music producer.” He said and waved for a taxi. A few minutes later, one pulled up.

  “Where to, mister?” The driver asked. Lil’ Long took a look and smiled. “I like you already,” he said to the Asian female driving. “I’m goin’ to see this rap show at club Deep.” He said.

  “Can do…” the driver said and drove off. There was a motorcycle right behind them.

  “Y’all Chinese peeps have y’all hands in everything in da hood, huh?”

  “Can do,” the driver smiled. Lil’ Long relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

  So caught up in remembering and in his own fear, Rightchus totally forgot where he was. He puffed on the pipe inhaling the smoke of his past. Suddenly the door came crashing in, and Rightchus knew what time it was. He ran to bathroom and tried to jump out, but to no avail. A squad of cars awaited him.

  “Maruichi… You got peoples everywhere?”

  “That’s why they call us da fuckin’ mob! Been looking for you for a while now, Rightchus,” a voice said. “Faking your death and leaving the city—smart idea. But stealing money from the church was a dumb idea, Rightchus. Running from us—a very dumb idea!”

  “I-I-I was planning to give it all back—”

  “Shut da fuck up! You pissed a lot of people off with your bullshit, Rightchus. Tie him up. We’re about to set your black ass on fire for causing the death of my brothers and my sister!”

  Rightchus remained speechless, and fear enveloped his body. His past had caught up to him. The cell phone was going off in his hand. Someone reached out and took it from him.

  “How long do you think you were gonna fool us?”

  “I-I-I swear I had nothing to do with your brother’s death,” Rightchus shouted.

  That would be last statement he would make before they bound and gagged him, cutting off his squeals for help. After gasoline was poured over his body, Rightchus was set afire.

  13

  “Are you sure you wanna spend the night alone, Coco?” Deedee asked while keeping her eyes on traffic.

  “Yeah, ah… I mean, I’ll be good, yo.”

  “You already know you’re welcome to stay with me,” Deedee said.

  It was four-thirty in the morning, and Deedee was driving Coco uptown. They were stopped at a red light when Coco saw someone walking, his arms filled with shopping bags.

  “Ain’t no store open where that nigga going with all those bags, yo?”

  “Coco you think everyone out late at night is a crack-head who’s ripping someone else off?” Deedee chuckled.

  Her eyes were still on traffic while Coco kept staring at the figure coming out of the shadows. Glare from the street lights hit his face, and she immediately recognized the man.

  “Back up, Dee,” Coco shouted excitedly.

  “What now you’re gonna stop and frisk him?” Deedee asked sarcastically.

  “No, don’t be a silly chick. He’s that crack-head Madukes was with. Remember that time when your uncle first was arrested and we wanted to find Rightchus?”

  “Yes, but what does that—oh, that’s right. He’s the guy who was at your mother’s apartment when we ah—” Deedee exclaimed.

  “Yes, exactly.”

  Deedee threw the car in reverse and Coco was about to get out. She saw the man looking at her, and hurrying to get in a taxi.

  “Dontay… Hey yo,” Coco shouted.

  The man glanced around and looked nervously at Coco. Then he raced for the next gypsy cab and took off. Coco stood with a confused expression and got back inside the car with Deedee.

  “That nigga just jumped in a cab acting like I was trying to rob him, yo.”

  “You want to talk to him right?”

  “I wanna give him that message Nurse Roberts told me to tell all my mother former… You know…?”

  “Sex partners…?” Deedee asked.

  “Yuck! Pew… I can’t even say it, yo.”

  “Is your message urgent?”

  “It’s urgent. The nurse is always asking me about it, yo.”

  “Okay, let’s go give that bastard his urgent message then,” Deedee said.

  “How we gonna do that? He’s out, yo.”

  “Coco, this is a BMW 525i, capable of going from zero to sixty in less time than you can say—”

  Deedee suddenly gunned the engine, and the car accelerated with such force, Coco’s Afro had blown back. She held onto the dash for dear life while staring at Deedee with great concern as the BMW burning rubbers left tire tracks in the street.

  “I’ll—oh shit!”

  Before Coco’s scream was completed, the five-speed automatic transmission hit its peak, and they were behind the cab with Dontay inside.

  Deedee glanced at Coco, smiled, and said, “There’s no cab in the city that can outrun us.

  “I hear that, yo,” Coco said, visibly impressed.

  “Now let’s give him this urgent message,” Deedee said, honking at the cab.

  “Dee, I swear you’re crazy, yo.”

  “Somehow I have to make this cabbie stop,” Deedee said.

  Halogen headlights flashed wildly, and honking horn, Deedee tailgated the cab. Minutes later, the cabbie pulled over, and Deedee drove up alongside the cab. The girls sat and waited for a couple beats while an argument between passenger and the cab driver ensued. Finally Dontay rolled his window down.

  “Dontay, you scared or sump’n? You’ve gotta go to Harlem hospital and get tested. Ask for Nurse Roberts, she’s on the eighth floor,” Coco said, coldly staring him down.

  “And where did you get all those bags? I didn’t know designer stores opened this late?” Deedee chuckled.

  “Yeah, whose house you done broke into now, you bum-ass nigga?” Coco laughed.

  “Are you gonna sell those for a couple of jumbo?” Deedee laughed.

  “Ain’t none of either y’all’s damn biz,” Dontay said, looking at the girls. “That’s it, Coco?” He asked. Then he turned back to the driver and said, “A’ight driver, I think we done here. Break out,” he continued.

  “Now I can visit madukes without the nurse harassing me, yo. Let’s go speed racer,” Coco said.

  Both girls laughed and tires screeching loudly, the BMW shot off around the cab. Music pumping loudly, the fast-moving European sports auto disappeared into the morning traffic. The cabbie and his passenger were both left staring in awe.

  Kim and Tina were still partying in a Hell’s Kitchen nightclub. Sitting down to have a drink, they chatted and caught their collective breath.

  “Shyt! It’s jam packed up in this piece,” Kim said. “Some cute guys up in here too and shyt,” she laughed.

  “Uh-huh, I seen the one you were dancing with, ho. That’s Flack from uptown. He cute but he ain’t nobody,” Tina said, grabbing her cell phone. “I don’t want him. I can do way better than him,” Tina laughed and started to walk away.

  “Where you going, bitch?” Kim asked.

  “None of your beeswax, ho. But since you must know, I’m going to make a call to check on my son. Do you mind?”

  “Go on, bitch. I’m a get my groove back with Flack,” Kim said, shaking her ass, and heading to the dance floor.

  “Shut your face, bitch. Do you. Just don’t be giving up that big ass on the dance floor,” Tina said.

  By the time Tina returned three guys were all over Kim’s wiggling ass, moving round on the dance floor. Tina was stopped in her tracks by the sight of t
he guys drooling over themselves for Kim. Teasingly, Tina joined the revelry, dropping it like it was on fire.

  It was beginning of the weekend. Kim and Tina were having so much fun partying they paid no attention to the time. Kim was slow dancing with one guy while Tina danced and flirted her way into the forefront. She was now the center of attention. She smiled as four guys circled her like hunter to prey. They were completely unaware they were playing her game.

  Kim kept an eye on Tina, and saw the way she took over the floor. A flash of mound here and there. It didn’t take a long time for all the unattached men to be in Tina’s zone. She was queen and everyone yearned to yield to her bidding. Feeling a hint of jealousy coupled with inadequacy, Kim held onto the guy she was dancing with. Grinding her hips against his crotch, she opened her legs, and made him feel her ass. He looked longingly at Tina, but stayed with Kim.

  “You wanna join her, Flack?” Kim asked.

  “I ain’t going nowhere, Kim,” he said, his hands caressing her. “I wanna boom-boom in your poom-poom, baby.”

  “Shyt, I like that, babe,” Kim said, smiling seductively.

  Later on they left the club and made out while waiting outside in his car. Kim was biting his lips while his tongue roamed inside her mouth when she spotted Tina.

  “Shyt! There goes my girl,” Kim said, breaking their lip-lock position.

  “Hmm okay…” Flack smiled. “Damn baby, you gotta leave?”

  “Yeah, I came here with my girl. I gotta leave with her. You know how that is. Call me, you got my digits,” Kim said, jumping out the car.

  She met with Tina, who had her eyes on Flack sitting in the car. He winked at Tina before driving away.

  “How you gon’ be sitting in a hooptee, making out with this nigga, and have me looking for your ho’ ass up in da club?”

  “Bitch, I waved at you when me and Flack was walking out da club—”

  “Shut your face! You messin’ ’round with that bird-ass nigga Flack from uptown…?”

  “Shyt bitch. He cute and dress nice all the time. And he smells good too,” Kim said.

  “Shut your damn face! That nigga drives a Hyundai. Bitch, get it together. Who you know got money and be driving sump’n like that?”

  “Bitch stop playin’. It takes him from A to B,” Kim said, laughing.

  “And that’s all it’s gon’ do, ho,” Tina said, joining the hilarity. “He was gon’ give you a ride home in the hooptee?”

  “My life is too precious. I wouldn’t think of goin’ anywhere with his drunk ass. I was just lettin’ him smell me.”

  “Shut your dirty mouth, ho! Let’s catch a cab before the sun starts shining,” Tina said.

  “Let’s do it, bitch,” Kim said.

  Kim and Tina hung out until the early Saturday morning. In the city that never sleeps, two pretty girls, in the shortest of dresses, waving for a cab presented a golden opportunity. Three cabs raced over to where they stood on the corner.

  “Shyt! They trying to run us over,” Kim shouted.

  “Damn near killed us,” Tina said, getting inside the first cab.

  “Y’all cab drivers are the worst. Please!”

  “Where to ladies…?”

  “Don’t try to be nice after you just tried to kill us,” Kim said.

  “We’re going uptown East A Hundred and Six Street,” Tina laughed.

  “But on da real, drive safely. Shyt! I wanna get home alive. I have a beautiful son to live for,” Kim said. “So be easy, my man. I’m expensive luggage.”

  “Shut your expensive ass and let him concentrate on taking us uptown, ho.”

  “I’m very sorry, Miss,” the cab driver said. “I’m a careful driver.”

  He glanced at the girls in the back seat through his rearview and couldn’t remove his eyes from what he saw. Tina had opened her legs, and she was wearing no panties.

  “Bitch, you’re really OD’ing on that shyt, right now,” Kim said, shaking her head.

  Tina giggled provocatively at the cabbie’s reaction. He smiled, staring at the center of her opened legs. The driver’s vision returned to the road. It was too late. His reaction time was shortened by Tina’s shaven mound. Suddenly the cab hurtled forward, slamming into the back of another car.

  “Oh shyt! See, this da fuck I’m talking about!” Kim shrieked.

  “Shut da front door! This muthafucka done got us into an accident!” Tina shouted, making the sign of the cross.

  “I-I-I sorry—he stopped short and—”

  “Shyt! This exactly what I was talkin’ ‘bout!” Kim said, trying to get out of the car. “Shyt! The door is fuckin’ stuck! Get us outta this bitch!”

  “Shut your face, and calm down, ho!” Tina said, checking her door then making the sign of the cross. “Both doors are stuck. Driver please let us out, now!” Tina shouted,

  Jumping out, the driver assisted Kim and Tina out of the back of the taxi. They were physically uninjured, but mentally bruised. The driver of the other car was none other than Flack.

  “What da hell were you doing? Couldn’t you see that I had to stop short? There’s a traffic jam up ahead, man. Where da fuck are you racing to go…?”

  Flack’s six-foot, athletic frame was hopping mad. He was enraged until he saw Kim and Tina. Then his mannerism softened. He was glancing at his rear bumper, but Flack seemed more concerned about the welfare of Kim and Tina. The girls were appreciative.

  “Shyt look its Flack,” Kim said, pointing.

  “Shut your face, ho! Stop acting like he somebody. How we gon’ get uptown?”

  “Kim, Tina,” Flack exclaimed, walking to where the girls stood.

  “I-I-I—” the cabbie was still baffled.

  Ignoring the cabbie’s excuses, Flack was standing with Kim and Tina. He hugged them both then he turned to cab driver. Flack was the perfect gentleman, checking to make sure both girls were not hurt.

  “Hey man, you could’ve killed these beautiful women,” Flack shouted, admiring both Kim’s and Tina’s derrieres.

  “Yeah, he damage your bumper driving reckless—”

  “He should just pay us so we can be on our way. I got places to go,” Tina said.

  “Shyt, that’s true rap,” Kim joined in, her neck was moving and her arms were in motion.

  Kim and Tina watched carefully as the cab driver looked at his bumper. It wasn’t badly damaged. Then he examined Flack’s car and saw there was some damage. He turned to Flack.

  “How much…?”

  “Give me seven hundred and we keep it moving,” Flack said.

  “It’s minor damage, my friend. I give you six hundred,” the cabbie said.

  Flack got on his knees and closely inspected the damage to his bumper. It was being held up by a screw. Flack undid the screw and bumper fell to the asphalt. He stood and looked at the cabbie who was pulling out a wad of cash.

  “Okay, give me six-fifty. The fifty’s for the girls,” Flack said.

  “Okay,” the cabbie nodded, counting the money and handed it to Flack.

  “Shut da front door! That’s all we get… Fifty…?” Tina asked.

  “Shyt, that’s all?” Kim echoed. “We suffered bodily damages too.”

  “I feel all kinds a pain in my back,” Tina said.

  The cabbie glanced at them and placed the money in Flack’s hand. He quickly turned and ran back to his cab.

  “Hell, he must be an illegal alien or sump’n,” Tina said, laughing.

  “Is that enough money to fix your bumper?” Kim asked Flack.

  “More than enough,” he smiled.

  Flack counted the cash and waved at the nervous cabbie, in the midst of driving away. Then Flack picked up his damaged bumper and stuck the state tags inside the rear window. He was able to fit the bumper inside the back of the car. With the bumper occupying the backseat area, both Kim and Tina squeezed into the front with Flack.

  “Everyone in?” he asked, laughing and driving off.

  “Shyt nigga,
why you lookin’ soo damn happy?” Kim asked.

  “He must be feeling your big ass rubbing up on him,” Tina said.

  “That feels good,” Flack smiled. “But I’m glad it’s y’all.”

  “Really,” Tina grunted sarcastically.

  “Why’s that?” Kim asked.

  “I just made me six hundred and fifty dollars with y’all. It must be good luck,” Flack said.

  “Okay, because we up in the front of your Hyundai and Kim rubbing her ass all over you—you call that good luck?”

  “Yes, that and the fact that I’m a mechanic and fixing this car won’t cost me nada.”

  “Shut da front door! I love this guy.”

  Tina reached over and gave Flack a high-five. Kim wiggled her body and made sure her thigh was touching the side of Flack’s leg. Tina saw Kim being protective and smiled, relishing the competition.

  “So Flack how much we getting’?” Tina asked.

  “Yes, Flack you best break us off good. Shyt…” Kim smiled, accidently touching his crotch.

  “We’ll split it three ways,” he said.

  “Shut da front door! You mean we each get two hundred and sixteen dollars apiece?” Tina excitedly asked.

  “Y’all two get a hundred and sixteen apiece and I get the rest,” Flack said.

  “Oh,” Tina said, sounding disappointed.

  “Shyt, give me my cut. It may not sound like a lot, but it is good since it didn’t cost us anything,” Kim said. “We got our own, right bitch?”

  “Shut da front door ho! There you go just thinking the way poor people do.”

  “Shyt, please, bitch! Does that radio work, Flack? Kim asked.

  “Why…?” Flack asked.

  “I just need to drown out the sound of a bitch in my neck,” Kim said, brushing off her shoulder.

  “Shut your face ho! No you didn’t!” Tina said.

  “I don’t think so,” Flack said, trying the knobs.

  They drove in silence. Kim avoided looking over at Tina. She kept her thigh rubbing against his, enjoying the feeling of his strong thigh. Then there were his accidental touches on her exposed legs.