by Ca$H
“Rah, I know you not gon’ fuck wit’ that nigga, shawdy don’t pay,” DaQuan stated what Rah already knew. But Rah was on some other shit.
“Yeah, I know. But I’ma fuck with him anyway. Niggaz like Paco think shit is sweet. Niggaz like me were put here to show ’em that this ain’t no fuckin game,” he said.
Two weeks later, Rah was looking for Paco, strapped with two burners. Paco only owed Rah five stacks but it was the principle that had Rah heated.
Nigga ’bout to find out how Newark niggaz get down. These niggaz in ATL might spare his ass, but I’ma heat up his muhfuckin’ forehead.
But Paco could not be found.
Kayundra came through the arrival gate at the airport carrying a brown leather overnight bag that matched well with the brown velour sweatsuit she was wearing and the brown suede Baby Phat sneakers. Her hair was cut and styled into feathers. Her dark chocolate skin tone had returned to its richness. Even her teeth, which smoking crack had discolored, were regaining their natural whiteness; Rah noted when she smiled at him just before dropping her bag and running into his arms.
“It’s so good to see you,” she cried tears of joy.
“Same here, ma. Damn, you lookin’good.”
“You think so?” Kayundra blushed, enjoying the feel of his arms around her.
“No doubt,” he kissed her softly on the lips and Kayundra’s heart fluttered.
They held hands as they walked to baggage claim to retrieve the suitcase that Kayundra had brought along. When they reached Raheem’s apartment and stepped inside, Kayundra was greeted with shouts of “Welcome to the ATL!” by Stephanie, Hakeem, DaQuan, N.O., and a few classmates of Rah’s. Of course, she didn’t know any of them; still, she was overwhelmed by the reception.
The get together lasted for a few hours then Rah’s friends left them to spend some time alone.
“Thank you, for everything,” said Kayundra. “This is already the best day of my life.”
“It gets better, ma.”
They chilled in the Jacuzzi in the den, drinking V-8 splash’s, while vanilla incense burned, and Jaheim played in the background. Kayundra had on a red two-piece bathing suit that showed off the thickness that she had regained.
Rah had on silk boxers. His well-toned chest and defined abs felt so good to Kayundra’s touch.
“C’mere, ma,” Rah guided her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. “You know I’ve been dreaming of this for months,” he said, unfastening her top.
“Me too,” moaned Kayundra as he cupped her mouthful of titties, caressing both dark chocolate nipples with his thumbs.
“Can I taste ’em?” His mouth covered one nipple before she could reply “yes.”
As Rah alternately sucked both of her breasts, he gripped her hips and grinded her on his dick. Kayundra bit down on her lip in passion as her whole body became aflame.
Her mouth found his and their tongues entertwined. The familiarity that they both felt from the years that they were together when they were younger erased any awkwardness that may have existed between them otherwise; yet everything seemed brand new, especially for Kayundra; it was a new beginning with an old love.
Rah eased her bikini bottoms to the side and felt her wetness with his fingers. They were both anxious for each other’s body so the foreplay was cut short and they found themselves in the bedroom panting as Rah put on a condom and entered Kayundra.
She had given him her virginity back when they were both thirteen years old. So much had happened since then, but Kayundra didn’t want to think about any of that now. She just wanted to enjoy being made love to.
They made passionate love throughout the night; when they awakened in the morning they were tangled like two pretzels.
“I could lay in your arms forever,” she told him when he awoke with her head on his chest.
“That would be nice, ma, but I wanna show you the city.”
“Okay. Last night was so wonderful, I hope we’ll have many more nights like that,” she said, drawing circles on his chest with her tongue.
Before Rah knew it, she had him inside her mouth, sucking him to another erection. He wasn’t complaining; he was feeling the same insatiable passion for Kayundra as she felt for him.
After he released his pleasure into her mouth, Rah laid Kayundra on her back, spread her thighs, and reciprocated the ectasy.
Kayundra spent two weeks in ATL, enjoying every minute of it. Rah took her to Six Flags over Georgia, where they got on all the rides, screaming like kids on the roller coasters, eating cotton candy and having a blast. They also went to White Waters amusement park, visited the Martin Luther King Jr. Center, the Underground, the historic
Auburn Avenue, and many other tourist spots.
When Rah had to go handle business, Stephanie usually kept Kayundra company. Kayundra knew that Rah was still in the streets; he didn’t lie to her.
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” she told him, as she prepared to catch her flight back home.
“I’m not out there like that,” he said.
“Please be careful,” she begged of him as they kissed goodbye at the departure gate in the airport.
“I will, baby girl. I’ll send for you again, soon. A’ight? You my girl now, right?”
“Of course I’m yours, baby,” Kayundra replied with sincerity.
“And I’m yours, shorty,” pledged Rah.
“All mine and no one elses?” she asked, because the type of love she had for him would not allow her to share.
“You already know how I get down, Sparkle.” She loved when he called her that. “I ain’t a playa; when I commit; I keep it one hunnid.”
Kayundra had no doubt that she could trust in his promise, she knew from the past that he was a man of his word.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she cried.
“Nah, ma, none of that. No more tears,” he said as he wiped her tears with his thumbs and kissed her softly.
“Why am I such a crybaby?” she asked, chiding herself.
“It’s all good, but from now on, only happy tears, okay?”
Kayundra nodded then it was time for her to board the plane. They hugged and she did not want to let go of him, afraid that if she did she might awaken to find out that this was only a dream, and that her life was still in shambles.
Finally, though, she had to let Rah go and go board her flight. She did so, with her head in the clouds long before the airplane ascended to that altitude.
With his shorty headed back home, it was time for Rah to hit flip mode from gentle lover to head banger.
Nigga I warned you not play with my duckets. Now you about to see that shit ain’t as sweet as you thought it was, he sneered as he thought about Paco.
FIFTEEN
Now that CJ had bodied Kendall and taken control of his heroin spots up and down Avon Avenue, money was coming in like the dope game was raining it down on him. “Butta Love”, the stamp on CJ’s packages, was what the junkies wanted.
Pumpin’ heroin and coke, CJ was getting cake hand over fist. His name was ringing loud all over The Bricks, and hos was on his dick like groupies on a rap nigga.
CJ stayed running up in different chicks, enjoying the perks that came with his meteroric rise in status. Niggaz hated, but only from a distance, ’cause him and his squad were beasts. They didn’t hesitate to put a toe tag on a fool.
Tamika was finding out that a lot of other things came along with her man becoming the made-man she had always wanted him to become, and she was salty about a lot of it, especially that he would leave the house early in the day and stay gone until the wee hours in the morning. She didn’t give a fuck what CJ said; business didn’t take all day and night to fuckin’ handle.
If CJ isn’t home by ten, I’m going to my cousin’s party by myself. I just reminded him last night that Danyelle’s little birthday get together was tonight, Tamika fumed to herself as she tried to decide what to wear.
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��Fam, I heard you had basehead Kayundra down in ATL with you for two weeks,” CJ said, talking to Rah on his cell phone as he headed home. “Don’t try to lie, yo; LaKeesha already told me,” he chuckled.
“What I’ma lie for, nigga? Like you my bitch or something?” Rah joked.
“’Cause you don’t want me to know that you sprung on a crackhead.”
“Son, don’t call her that shit. Shorty don’t get high no more. Anyway, yeah, me and baby girl kickin’ it strong. You hatin’?”
“Neva dat, yo. Do you, playboy. It’s one love, no matter. Fuck all that though; how you livin’? You need me to send you a grip?”
“Nah, I’m good. What’s good with you?” inquired Rah.
“Got shit on smash,” said CJ. “I’ma come fuck witchu soon.”
“That’s what’s up.”
“I’ma gut that snow bunny you been telling me about. ’Cause if that ho got an ass like Ice T’s bitch I gotta have it. Oh, remember that lil bitch Tasha Montgomery, used to wear braces on her grill, thick ass glasses and shit? Yo, I ran into shorty at a spot on Chancellor a coupla months ago. Fam, that bitch is fine as hell now.”
“I know; I saw her at the club the night all that shit popped off. I meant to tell you, ma was feelin’ ya swag,” recalled Rah.
“Yeah, I know. I gutted the bitch, now she won’t stop blowing up my phone,” revealed CJ.
“I thought she had moved to D.C.?”
“She had but the bitch back in Newark now.”
“Yo, she got that wet-wet?” asked Rah.
“It ain’t nuthin’ special. Want me to put you on her so you can sample the pussy yourself?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Rah declined. He told his man that he was going to honor his word to Kayundra.
“You baggin’, yo!” CJ laughed.
“Real talk,” said Rah.
They hung up just as CJ pulled up to his crib.
Tamika was half-dressed and pouting when CJ walked through the door.
“Did you forget that you’re supposed to take me to Danyelle’s party tonight?” she asked with attitude.
“Naw, that’s why I came home early, it ain’t even ten o’clock yet. Why you got the screw face, boo?” He walked up behind and wrapped his arms around her.
Tamika said, “Because you’re neglecting me.”
“The neglect is in the nature of the game, not in my heart. That’s why I’m puttin’ hustlin’ on the shelf tonight, so I can spend some quality time with you.” CJ nibbled on her ear.
Tamika didn’t respond passionately like she usually did when CJ did that, so he walked her over to the window where they could see out into the parking lot.
“What’s that parked next to my Expedition?” he pointed.
“My whip,” answered Tamika. Two weeks ago CJ had copped a BMW 740i for her.
“Is that neglect?” he asked.
“Money and gifts don’t buy happiness. I need for you to start spending time with me, like you did before all of this.”
“What? So you want me to take your whip back to the dealership and stay at home with you for a few days, huh?” he asked, being sarcastic.
“No, I want both…the luxuries and your time,” demanded Tamika.
“A’ight, ma, I got you.”
They arrived at the party in matching gear, which was being held at Danyelle’s house on 13th Avenue. Tamika wore a sheer black Versace dress that was as small as a handkerchief. CJ wore a black Versace two piece suit, a gray silk shirt with open collar, and black gators. Tamika loved to see him in a suit; she had bought him the one that he was rockin’.
They both were jeweled up like the ghetto supastars that they now were.
Danyelle’s sister, Nee Nee, let them in.
“Hey girl,” she greeted Tamika with a false smile and a hug.
“Hey.” Bitch, don’t front. You don’t like me, and the feeling is mutual.
Nee Nee, who was short, and thick in all the right places stepped back and looked Tamika up and down, nose turned up.
“Girl, you might as well be naked,” she hated.
“My man likes it.”
“Anyway,” Nee Nee rolled her eyes. “What’s up CJ? Why you so quiet?”
“I walk light and carry a big stick,” CJ quipped.
“I bet you do,” smiled Nee Nee, looking at his crotch.
“I bet you’ll never know,” Tamika checked her.
“Don’t bet against me, cuz. You know when the cat’s away the mice will play. See you around CJ,” replied Nee Nee over her shoulder as she walked away.
Nee Nee’s last remark was barely audible over the loud music that was playing. Tamika heard it though, and she said, “I’ma kick that bitch ass,” ready to run up behind Nee Nee and cold cock her, but was restrained by CJ.
“Chill, don’t let that shit get you twisted.”
“What the fuck did you say that bullshit for? ‘You carry a big stick’! Were you flirtin’ with that bitch?” Tamika asked, turning her anger on him.
“Hell naw. I wouldn’t fuck Nee Nee with a dog’s dick.”
“Just make sure you don’t fuck her with this dog’s dick,” said Tamika jabbing her index finger into his chest.
“Neva, ma.” He pecked her on the lips. “And I’m not a dog. I’m your nigga.”
They made their way from the living room into the kitchen, where someone had told them they could find the birthday girl.
“Hey, Miss Thang. Don’t y’all look cute! What’s up, CJ?” spoke Danyelle when she saw them enter the kitchen.
“Hey, big cuz. Happy b-day,” said Tamika with a genuine smile. Danyelle was Tamika’s favorite cousin. She was thirty years old, married with four kids, and she was built like Sponge Bob, which meant she was no threat to Tamika so they got along great. Danyelle got to live out her suppressed fantasies through Tamika’s wild stories, and Tamika got a voice of reason from Danyelle.
“Sup, Danyelle? Happy Birthday,” said CJ.
“Thanks. Tamika must’ve threatened to put her thighs on lock to get you to come with her,” Danyelle teased as she fixed plates of fried chicken and potato salad.
“Hmmpf! That nigga won’t let me, he stay wanting to run up in this,” Tamika boasted to other bitches in the kitchen, more so than to Danyelle.
“Sounds like another Shawn,” said Danyelle, cutting her eyes toward her husband who was at the fridge getting more beer. “That’s how we got four kids.”
“I heard that,” said Shawn.
“I’m not tryna have no babies, don’t be jinxing me,” said Tamika, and they all laughed.
CJ left Tamika in the kitchen kicking it with Danyelle. He was going back out to the truck to get Danyelle’s present, which they had left on the backseat. Nee Nee saw that Tamika wasn’t around so she stepped into CJ’s path, pressing her body all up against his.
“Can a bitch get some of this?” she touched his crotch.
“We might can do something, but you can’t be talking all crazy in front of my girl,” said CJ, removing her hand.
“Okay, you gon’ give me your cell number so I can get at you?” She wanted to fuck CJ bad, just to show Tamika that her shit wasn’t all of that.
“I know how to get at you,” he said.
“Let me give you my number,” she insisted. She called out her digits.
CJ waited until he got outside to his truck before programming Nee Nee’s number into his phone. He could’ve had any bitch at the house party ’cause they all knew of him and his status in the streets. Nee Nee wasn’t the baddest chick there, by far. Really, she couldn’t touch Tamika. So why CJ wanted to creep with her, he didn’t know.
I guess it’s just the dog in me, he conceded.
SIXTEEN
Paco sat inside the holding cell at Delkalb County jail pondering his options, which were two. He could either take his medicine like an official nigga would or he could turn bitch and flip on somebody to save his own ass.
He had just got knocked de
livering an ounce of hard to a nigga on Flat Shoals Road. It was his third fall; he was on parole, so he knew his ass was in a sling. Paco didn’t want to snitch out the nigga who he had bought the hard from because the dude was from his hood. He didn’t want his homeboys to know that he was a rat.
Ima give ‘em Rah; kill two birds with one stone. Get my ass outta the sling it’s in, and get that young Jersey nigga off my back.
Paco feared Rah because he was quiet and laid back, traits of the most viscious killaz. He had been ducking and dodging Rah for more than a month. Now he had the perfect way to get rid of him.
When the narc who arrested Paco had him brought to the interrogation room, the rat bastard was eager to cooperate.
Rah felt the sexual intensity between his man and Stephanie as soon as he introduced them. CJ’s thuggish demeanor, handsomeness, swag, and all that she had heard about him had Steph fawning all over him. CJ had never seen a white chick with an ass like hers, plus she had blond hair and blue eyes, features that represented a true blue blood heritage, so that turned him on even more than the phat ass. It wasn’t that he fiened for a blue-eyed she-devil; rather, when he fucked her, he would be sticking dick to the whole white race.
That was a big fuckin’ turn on.
Two nights later, CJ was raw-doggin’ the snow bunny at her spot. Steph was sprung. CJ had put the black dick on her like she’d never had it before, and he continued dicking her down, night after night, while in ATL for ten days.
Rah took CJ to the strip clubs and other hot spots in the city. He introduced him to N.O. and DaQuan, and the four of them balled out of control. CJ parlayed with a coupla other cats he met through Rah, choppin’ it up with them about future business.
When CJ bounced back to New Jersey, he left his number with N.O. He also left twin seeds growing inside of Stephanie, but neither of them knew that then.
Rah’s computer beeped and a small red light blinked on and off, letting him know that he had received an e-mail. He typed in his username and password, and his latest email came up on the screen.
Dear Raheem,
