The thing was, if she could take him seriously she wouldn't, her heart belonged to Bricks. But she was dangerous. If everyone she ever loved didn’t end up dead, she’d be with him in an instant. Her life’s history proved that whomever she adored, died shortly thereafter. So to protect him, in her mind it was best to keep their relationship friendly, even though it was hard work. The good thing about it was she didn’t have anybody serious in her life and neither did Bricks.
And then there was Terrell, although she had feelings for him too, and he was doing a good job at watching Delilah when she was out and about, she didn’t feel the way he did about their relationship. She liked him, but love, well love was another story all together. Of course since they lived together, she did reserved the right to fuck him from time to time.
“Can I help you?” The Check In Agent asked.
“You see that bitch over there still talking about us? Ming can’t stand bitch!” She said ignoring the Agent.
“You should not have been trying to fuck her man.”
“Ming wasn’t trying to fuck him. He was looking at Ming’s ass.”
“Are you ready yet?” the Agent asked.
Yvonna threw her finger up at the Agent and said, “One moment.” She turned to Ming. “Stop tripping off of bullshit. I mean, we ain’t been here for five minutes and already you giving a bitch all your time.”
“Look at the bitch gear.” Ming shook her head. “She’s a hot ass mess.” Ming got louder ignoring Yvonna and egging the girl on. “Ming is five seconds from slapping bitch.” The hater rolled her eyes and Yvonna ignored both of them as she wrestled inside her purse for her identification. “Yvonna, are you listening to Ming?”
“Not really.”
“I miss Gabriella.” Ming said, knowing in the past, the mere mention of her name ruffled Yvonna’s feathers. “Gabriella would step to bitch and slap face.”
“How you miss her? Even though I don’t see her often, she calls all the time.”
“I’m talking about the one in your head.”
Yvonna rolled her eyes. “Well too bad for you my medicine working.”
“Look, if I can’t help you can you please move.” The Agent said. “There are people behind you who are prepared.”
They both looked behind them to see a line full of evil stares.
“Bitch, please.” Yvonna said turning to the Agent. “I ain’t moving until I check in.” She slid her ID to her. “Now, I have two connecting suites and don’t tell me you can’t connect the rooms because I already called about it.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “’Bout time you ready, what’s your name?”
“Yvonna Harris, bitch. It’s on the ID.”
“Okay, Yvonna Harris Bitch.” The girl keyed in the information. “Umm, I can’t seem to find your last name, Ms. Bitch.” she laughed at her own joke.
“You must want me to come across that counter.”
The girl frowned and said, “Oh, I found the name. It’s under Yvonna Harris.”
“I bet.”
“But what about her? Is she checking in, too?”
“She’s with me,” Yvonna said sarcastically.
“Oh…she’s with you, huh?” She laughed looking at her co-workers. “Figures.”
“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing really,” she said tapping at the computer. “Just sounded like ya’ll were really together or something.”
Yvonna knew she was trying to make her embarrassed by implying that she was gay. So she decided to fuck with her head instead. Grabbing Ming by the back of her neck Yvonna threw her tongue in her mouth and slobbed her down. Those who were doing regular shit stood in awe at the sensual scene before them. Ming got so excited thinking Yvonna was going to give her some pussy that she tossed her purse to the floor and pushed her up against the counter. Had Yvonna had on a dress Ming would’ve been five fingers deep into her pussy. Even the hater that had taunted Ming upon entry couldn’t take her eyes off the performance.
When Yvonna was able to pry her face from Ming’s lips by way of a gut punch, she looked back at the Agent and said, “Like I said, she’s with me.”
The Agent was filled with embarrassment. “Oh…uh…yeah…okay. Your Sky Villas are ready. You have room 1209 and 1211. They’re right next to each other. Will you and your friend,” she cleared her throat, “be needing anything else?”
Ming remained silent as she picked up her purse and held her stomach due to the punch Yvonna landed on her. “She won’t be needing anything but I will.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“If you ever see me again I’m gonna need you to be more respectful. Because fucking with me could be hazardous to your health. Remember I said that. Cool?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s cool.”
With that Yvonna grabbed her MCM bag as Ming followed behind her in pain. “Damn! Did you have to punch a bitch in the stomach?”
“Yes! You were about to suck my face in! The kiss thing was a joke, Ming. I really need you to get out of your mind that you’ll ever be fucking me again.”
“Whatever. You tell Ming that all the time, and each time Ming fucks that pussy. Ming just has to wait until you’re drunk enough. That’s all.”
Ming and Yvonna went about their meaningless chatter until there was a loud uproar within the lobby. When they turned their heads in the direction of the noise, they saw Urban Greggs walking in with his entourage. Yvonna didn’t know he was staying in her hotel and she was about to approach him but thought otherwise. Besides, she had members of the Mah Jong Dynasty behind her and she would have blown her purpose and cover.
“It’s all you, champ!” One dude yelled.
“I got money on you, nigga! You betta drop his ass quick.” Threatened another.
Urban walked in smoothly with his thick fighter’s physique and tailor-made pants and shirt. Although his coordinates were simple, he still looked rich. He was a handsome man and his face was very youthful although he was in his early thirties. His dark eyes held a lot of mystery and he had a winning smile.
“Wow, look at all the girls on Urban. He may not know who you are after the fight.” Ming teased, still salty that she got gut blasted. Ming was unaware of Yvonna’s true mission to kill. “But don’t worry, Ming will keep your bed warm if he doesn’t come for you.” She threw her arm around her shoulder.
“You want me to drop you?” Yvonna warned, before Ming removed her arm.
“Fuck you! You not all that anyway!”
Yvonna was just about to give her a piece of her mind when she saw someone who looked really familiar walking up to Urban with a white piece of paper. Urban took the paper and scribbled his signature on it. Then he pulled the girl closer and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. Her long black hair brushed her shoulders and her white teeth shined brightly.
As she watched the scene, the words of one of her psychiatrist played in her mind. ‘Remember Yvonna, you’re going to reach a point where you feel you can control your illness. But you should know there’s no controlling schizophrenia.’
Was she seeing things now? Seeing familiar faces always bothered her because she feared they were figments of her imagination, reminders that her illness was going to be with her for the rest of her life.
But how could it be a figment? Outside of seeing Gabriella ever so often, Terrell was doing a great job of managing her condition with medication. After all, they lived together and in return for his babysitter/doctor services, she gave him weekly blowjobs like he couldn’t imagine. He slept in the bed with her; watched Delilah when she needed and took care of her if she was mentally unprepared. The truth of the matter was, if Terrell got a mind to leave, whether Yvonna knew it or not, she’d be fucked.
“Ming, do you see that girl over there.” Yvonna pointed in the direction of Urban.
“Fuck you, bitch! You hit Ming in the stomach and now you want to ask question.”
“I’m serious.
Do you see that girl over there or not? The one with Urban.”
Ming looked. “Yeah. So what?”
Yvonna was relieved. She texted Urban again and saw him reach in his pocket, grab his phone and frown. He didn’t respond.
“You can have Urban but you better not be here for my man, bitch. If you are there’s gonna be problems. For you.”
Sin City
Bricks
The room was too cold when Bricks, his brother Melvin and his five-year-old son Chomps stepped into the 4,000 square foot Sky Villa. Bricks had reserved two suites side by side so that his friends and family could be together. He also had another room on another floor for Quita, his son’s sitter.
The moment they stepped further into the room and saw the beautiful suite their mouths dropped. Bricks was accustomed to luxury but even he had to proclaim that the Sky Villa’s were the best suites he’d ever witnessed. When the TV’s turned on automatically with a welcome message saying, ‘Welcome to the Aria Hotel Bricks, Melvin grabbed for his gun before realizing he couldn’t carry it on the plane.
He was noid thinking someone was in the room. “Damn, that’s some fly shit.” Melvin said after calming down.
“Yeah, but turn that shit down.” Bricks said referring to the air conditioning. “It’s cold as mothafucka in here.”
“I’m on it.” Melvin replied walking to the unit. “They got everything in here! Kitchen utensils and some more shit!”
“It’s a suite! It’s supposed to be like that!”
Bricks smiled at how nice the room was and already imagined how much pussy he was going to get over the weekend. Although the only pussy he wanted was Yvonna’s, he knew he’d sooner have a chance at fucking Beyonce' than her. After all that time, years had passed between them and he still didn’t hit.
His grey eyes looked around his lavish weekend setting and the light from the lamp caught his 8-carat diamond earring. His chestnut colored skin and husky build filled the room and screamed boss. Bricks was just the right size for the girl who wanted all man. He placed their carrying bags down at the door before placing a bag of beer in the freezer. Yeah, I’m in Vegas! He thought.
After turning down the air Melvin opened the automatic blinds and they all walked to the window. The beautiful windows spanned from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the floor and provided a panoramic view of the city. The brothers absorbed the energy pulsating from Vegas’ streets.
“Nigga, we ‘bout to get it in this weekend.” Melvin said slapping him on the back as they both continued to look at the view. “And you know I got that rental so we can run this city crazy.”
“Nigga, fuck you rent a car for?”
“A truck, lil bro. You’ll thank me for it later.”
“I don’t think this weekend will be like any one we’ve ever experienced in Vegas. This gonna be it, Mel.”
“Daddy,” Five-year-old Chomps said reaching up to him.
“You wanna look over the city too, homie?”
Chomps nodded and Bricks scooped him up and looked into his eyes. He loved the boy as much a father could love a son, despite him not being his blood.
“Man, I’m telling you, the fight between Greggs and Santiago gonna be crazy.”
“You telling me.” Bricks paused. “So when Forty and the rest of the fam coming? I got the other suite so we could have enough room. They just gotta roll out when I meet with Yao on that business shit.”
Melvin checked his red G-Shock watch. “They should be here any minute. But some of them already got rooms. They brought bitches with them and everything. You know we twenty five deep this weekend.”
“Twenty five deep?” he frowned. “Everybody ain’t leave post did they?”
“Fuck no! Just the lieutenants.”
Bricks put Chomps down and laughed. “Niggas stay bringing sand to the beach.” When he said that Melvin cleared his throat and looked away. “What?”
“Nothing man. Just thinking about the sand to the beach thing.”
“Fuck you trying to say?”
“Yvonna ain’t here?”
“Whatever,” Bricks said.
Melvin laughed and asked, “Exactly.” He paused. “Where Quita?”
“She on her way up. Her room is on another floor. I ain’t want the kids that close to us and around all the bullshit.”
He paid to have Chomps’ babysitter Quita come to Vegas so he could be near him. Chomps was still having a hard time with the absence of his mother, Kendal, who was actually his father. He also missed his grandmother, Bet. So Bricks went over and beyond the call of duty to let him know he would never leave him. Ever.
Quita was an interesting character who ran a ghetto daycare center in Washington, DC and had a crush on Bricks since she could remember. In her warped ghetto mind, if Yvonna weren’t in the picture, or in his heart, Bricks would be all over her. She thought wrong. Quita also had a problem with lying and stealing which earned her a five-year bid. When she came home she opened the center under an alias and never looked back.
“Man, I’m telling you, I’m getting into anything wet this weekend. I’m all the way serious, B.” Melvin said as he placed his bag down in the suite and move to the fridge to grab a Stella Artois beer, his favorite. “Fuck, Fancee’s ass.”
“Yeah, aigh’t. You know damn well Fancee would fuck you up she find out you out here cheatin’. You betta slow your roll, nigga.”
“Picture that shit,” Melvin laughed before hearing a knock at the door.
When Melvin opened the door, Quita was on the other side. She winked at him and switched her ass into the room wearing earrings too big for her face, and jeans that were so tight a sack of rolls showed in the back of her legs. If that wasn’t enough her stomach rolled over the front of her jeans and her little jean jacket sat on top of the large mound. She was a mess, in every sense of the word. Yet there was a strange sex appeal in her over confidence. Although her body was dumpy, her face was as cute as an angel, which often got men caught up.
“Hey, Bricks.” Gum smacked in her mouth. “I like my room, it’s real nice. Real, real nice.” She looked at him sexually and placed her hand on her hip.
“Not a problem. What took you so long coming up?”
“Some niggas was trying to holla,” she lied trying to make him jealous. Bricks looked at Melvin who appeared to believe her. “But fuck them, I wanted you to know that you can come over and help me use my room if you want to.”
“All that in front of my kid?” He said looking down at Chomps.
She looked down at him and said, “He don’t know what we talking about.”
“First of all if I wanted to use the mothafucka I would. I bought it remember?” He refocused his attention back to Melvin. “Like I was saying about Fancee, you talking that shit now, but you been with her for how long?”
He was changing Chomps’ shirt because he’d poured red soda over it on the flight. He kept Chomps fresh all the time and although Quita was there, he made sure he was hands on with him whenever possible.
“Long enough not to wanna fuck with her no more.” He said eyeing Quita again.
“Bricks, can I use your bathroom right quick?” Quita asked.
He frowned. “Why you ain’t use yours?”
“’Cause I came right over. I ain’t know if you wanted me to get Chomps or not.”
Bricks and Melvin wasn’t feeling the bathroom thing. She was a thief who hadn’t stolen from him yet, but he didn’t want to take chances.
“Chomps almost ready,” Bricks said. When he was done changing his shirt he said, “Take him to go get him something to eat. Don’t buy him no greasy shit. Get him some fruit or something.”
The thing about Quita was this, she was all hood and it didn’t matter if you took her to Vegas, or back to jail, she was gonna act like a hood bitch acts. But when it came to kids, her price was right, she traveled, and baby-sat on the weekends. And because of it, she always got the business.
“Dam
n, you just fed him when we was on the plane. That boy always got something in his mouth.” She started beating her feet in place and holding her hands between her legs. “You tryna make him fat or something?”
“Look, do what the fuck I asked ‘fore I fuck you up.”
Quita loved when he went off on her, that way she could submit to him and it would look like only he could tame the savage hood beast. “Alright, baby, damn. I got you.” She said seductively. “But can I please use your bathroom?”
Since most of their luggage was still in the living room he said, “Hurry up.”
She ran to the bathroom and when she came out she grabbed Chomps by his hand and said, “Come on baby.”
“Wait, what time did Yvonna say she was dropping Delilah and Boy off to you?” Bricks asked. “I don’t know if she know what room you in and I don’t want you getting too lost.”
“She didn’t say, but I do know her and Ming flew together and Terrell was on another flight with the kids,” Quita said. She wanted to fuck with his head by letting on that Terrell was coming. Oh yes, the bitch Quita had the T on all of the mothers of the children she watched.
“So that nigga coming too, huh?” He said with an attitude. A small frown rested on his face.
“Yep. I guess she don’t go nowhere without him. Not even to Vegas.” She walked toward the door with chomps. “Oh well, be back in a bit.”
When the door closed Melvin walked up to Bricks. “That Quita bitch sexy as shit.”
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