“Nigga, you tripping. That bitch sloppy as a mothafucka and a cumbag. Niggas bust in that pussy raw all the time.” Bricks turned up his nose. “But I’m trying to figure out why Yvonna bring that nigga with her when I told her I hired Quita.”
“Slim, why is you still tripping off of that bitch? It’s been five years and you still on her hard.”
“You don’t know what you talking about.”
“I know my brother.” He paused. “Now I get that she fine as shit, but she crazier than she’s worth and too much trouble. You took six bullets for that bitch. One in your arm and five in your chest. And you telling me she ain’t trouble?”
“I ain’t fucking with her no more. But I ain’t gonna lie, she gonna always be my peoples and I’m gonna always have her back.”
“Prove you ain’t tripping off her no more.”
“How?”
“By passing the test I got coming up for you.” He paused. Bricks was irritated and it showed in his face. “I sent for Carmen, the shawty you met in Atlanta.”
“What? Where you find her at?”
“I ran into her a month ago. She was out Maryland. I think she said her cousin was throwing her a party for graduating from college or some shit like that. And she said her cousin’s boyfriend works in this hotel, and she could get a discounted rate for her room. So I asked her if she wanted to hang out with us and I’ll take care of the flight and she was down. She got friends too, nigga!”
“Man, she was mad as shit at me for how I carried her for Yvonna. I remember trying to get up with her after all that shit went down and she wasn’t hearing it.”
“Well she listening now.”
Although he could use some Vegas pussy, Bricks didn’t want Yvonna to see her and he definitely didn’t want her to see them together. He knew if that happened, there would be no way that they’d make it. It was discussed when they talked about deal breakers for any future relationship between them.
“You can fuck any bitch you want, but don’t fuck with Carmen.” She forbade. “I’m not coming behind that Atlanta bitch.”
After all these years, Yvonna still hadn’t fucked him. So what was he gonna do, keep playing sucka to a female who made it known over and over that they could never be more than friends? Or could he get with the Georgia peach he knew could handle herself in the bedroom? Whose ass looked like a perfect circle when she bent down. Who talked so sensual, he thought of her as the black Marilyn Monroe.
“Fuck it. Set that shit up.” Bricks said.
He was just about to get in the shower when someone else knocked at the door. When he opened it he saw his best man Kelsi and Tina, his cousin.
Kelsi’s chocolate complexion looked extra tan and his five o’clock shadow rested smoothly on his face. He was sporting blue jeans and a blue Hugo Boss shirt. The handle of his gun could be seen under his shirt.
“Hold up, you holding?” Bricks asked referring to his weapon.
“Yeah.”
“How the fuck you get that? I know you ain’t bring it on the plane.”
“I met up with my peoples out here.” Kelsi told him. “I don’t go too many places without heat. I’m beefing with niggas in fifty states!”
“You so crazy,” Tina said looking at Kelsi seductively. “Ain’t nobody after you.”
Bricks caught their stares. He knew they had been talking more on the phone but he turned a blind eye to the shit. Besides, he knew his cousin was having problems with her boyfriend, Greek and that Kelsi was having problems with his girlfriend, O back in Atlanta. So he figured what harm could come by them being a little closer than usual? He just hoped they didn’t get too serious where someone got hurt, causing him to step in. His only rule for now, was that they not fuck each other in Vegas, not on his watch anyway. Greek was his man and he respected him yet Kelsi was his childhood best friend.
“Damn, nigga! I ain’t seen you in forever,” Bricks said dapping Kelsi. “I almost ain’t think you was coming. My party Friday is gonna be off the hook.”
Kelsi and Tina walked fully into the suite and Bricks caught him eyeing Tina’s fat ass. Tina was in her early thirties but looked like she was twenty something. She was short, cute and could bust a gun better than half of the men in Bricks’ crew.
“You know how we do in the ATL. We show up when something comes up.”
“Hold up, did this nigga just say, ‘you know how we do in the ATL’?” Melvin said giving him some dap before both Melvin and Bricks hugged Tina. “You mean you done got up in that ATL pussy and changed sets?”
Kelsi grinned. “Picture that shit.”
“Yeah whatever, nigga. Just cause you fucking them ATL bitches don’t mean you ain’t a Maryland nigga.”
Kelsi laughed a little and looked at Tina out of the corner of his eye again. Something was definitely going down between them.
“Home is where I lay my head but I’m always gonna be a Maryland nigga.”
“You know what, fuck all this shit, where’s Chomps?” Tina asked. It was obvious that Kelsi’s response about getting in some ATL pussy made her angry. “I hardly ever get to see my nephew now that you got Quita’s ghetto ass watching him all the time. What, you don’t need me no more?”
“Chomps with Quita.”
“She here?”
“Yeah,” he paused, “And you know I’ma always need you, but you been missing in action. And every time I holla at Greek, he telling me you out of town on business. The only thing is, since we work together, I never understand what the fuck he be talking about, because if it’s pertaining to money, I should know.”
Tina looked at Kelsi and said, “Fuck all that. You got our tickets for the fight right? ‘Cause I ain’t come all the way out here not to see Urban’s sexy ass drop Santiago.”
“Yeah…I told you I got you.” He paused. “But look, let me holla at my mans for a minute.” Bricks said. “We got whatever you wanna drink in them bags over there and some beer in the freezer.”
“I took ‘em out and put them in the fridge. You know beer freezes.” Melvin said on his second already. He was sitting comfortably on the sofa watching the large screen TV.
“Ya’ll do you.” Tina said sitting next to Melvin on the couch.
“Kelsi, grab a beer with me, homie.” Bricks said putting his hand on his shoulder as they walked to the kitchen.
Once there Kelsi jumped right to it. “Before you say anything about Tina, let me say we ain’t all that serious. You know I got my peoples at home, but she be nagging the fuck out of me sometimes, son. I’m kinda sick of her shit and Tina helps get my mind off of things. It’s nothing more, nothing less.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…I mean, maybe I ain’t cut out to be a one woman man.”
“Exactly…so why you fucking my cousin?”
“I ain’t fuck her yet.”
The idea of his friend fucking his cousin didn’t go over too well with him. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kelsi, it was just that he knew how easily females wrap themselves into him, only for him to break their hearts.
“Let me set a few ground rules, outside of this convo right here, I don’t wanna ever talk or hear about you and Tina. What ya’ll do, ya’ll do.” He said seriously. “But…don’t hurt my cousin, that’s family, man, just like you…and I love her to death. Fucking her over will be like you fucking with me.”
“Then I’m gonna have to cut shit off with her all together.”
“So you had plans to fuck my cousin over?”
“How you sound?” Kelsi said stepping closer to him. He was prepared to check him for the disrespect. “I wouldn’t do no shit like that to you, but I can’t promise it won’t happen if we continue to see each other. I’m feeling her though but until I can be sure what I’ma do about O, I think it’s best to leave her alone.”
“When you let her down don’t put that shit on me. Make sure she know you breaking shit off on your own.”
“Naw when I break it to her, I’ma eat that. It�
�s gonna be all my fault. Plus after the beef we had when I thought you was fucking my ex-girl, Keisha when we was kids, I ain’t trying to let nothing come between this bond again,” he said pointing at himself then at Bricks, “not even your fine ass cousin.” Bricks and Kelsi embraced in a one arm hug and released.
“Same here.”
“So what’s up with you and Yvonna? She bringing her crazy ass down here?”
“Yeah. She here already.”
“You still got it bad for that broad don’t you?”
“Naw, I’m done with her.” He paused. “But later for all that. You know shit ain’t been too good between me and my connect, Cameo.”
“I know, that’s why you was fucking with the nigga, M.”
“The nigga, M?” Bricks said not catching the name.
“Look, you call that nigga Moms if you want to, but I ain’t about to call him that shit. My mother’s name is Janet, nigga.”
Bricks laughed. “Yeah well the Moms was fronting our product after me and Cameo got into a beef because Yvonna brought the nigga Darcus to his party one night.”
“The party at the Topaz you was telling me about?”
“Yeah.”
“But I thought ya’ll squashed that shit. That was like five years ago.”
“We fake cool and I cop from him now because I have to. But we not real cool, know what I’m saying? Anyway, when the nigga Moms showed up dead, we lost all access to his dope, too. So Yvonna arranged some shit with the bamma Yao recently. I think she runs for him or something. Anyway, he talking about giving us the product for lower than what Moms did. I don’t know, young, but this looks like a win-win situation for everybody. I’ma have to drop Cameo.”
“Yao? The nigga that be in the news all the time?”
“Yeah.” Bricks said knowing Kelsi could feel death looming over his head, too.
“When you meeting him?”
“Tomorrow night. Right before the party.”
“You sure you can trust him?”
“I ain’t got no choice. I’m in love with this money, nigga. I can’t turn back now and we need the price cut.”
There was a knock at the door and Melvin got up to answer it. Bricks and Kelsi walked out of the kitchen and toward the door. When it was held open they were surprised to see who was standing in the doorway.
“What’s up, Cameo?” Bricks was shocked he was there. “What can I do for you?”
Nevada Desert
YBM (Young Black Millionarz)
The rental truck was hot and smelled of weed and liquor as the threesome drove along the hot dusty Nevada roads. Growl was behind the wheel and Rook was in the passenger seat. Mike was in the back with a short girl with spiky hair, whose face was so badly beaten, she was hardly recognizable. They kidnapped her earlier in the day from the hotel.
“I’m telling you, I don’t think this the bitch,” Mike said looking at the woman who was slouched over hanging onto life. He grabbed a fist full of her hair to look at her face. When he got a good look he allowed it to fall back down. “What we gonna do with her now?”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up!” Growl said looking at him through the rear view mirror. “You talk too fucking much.” He paused. “Just let me think.”
Growl was trying to find the best place to dump her body. It was the second girl they’d picked up and killed from the Aria Hotel in an effort to snatch Yvonna. But once again their attempts ended in vain. He hated this bitch almost as much as their leader Swoopes did. After all, she killed Cane, and had something to do with YBM members Bobby and Reuse being murdered. As far as he was concerned, the world would be better off without her.
“Are you sure you know what this bitch looks like?” Rook asked looking over at him. “I mean, we can’t keep snatching up bitches out of the hotel trying to get at her. We gonna get caught. Maybe we should get a positive identification first.”
Growl was listening but he was growing tired with all this shit. They wouldn’t even be in Vegas if Swoopes was still part of the YBM. But his absence meant no drug connect and no money. Their operation was worthless without him and there was no other way to say it. He had to come home to run shop and he couldn’t do it as long as Yvonna was alive. The men were starting to believe he was obsessed with her.
“Call that bitch you fuck with at that hair salon,” he said talking to Rook. “See if she can email us an up to date picture of this bitch.”
“Email?” Mike laughed. “Who the fuck uses email?”
“Nigga, I got a mothafuckin’ account!” Growl yelled. Then he looked back at Rook. “Make the call, cause do or die, I’m not leaving Vegas before killing this bitch with my own two hands. That much I can promise you.”
Washington DC
Bilal Jr.
The small bed Bilal laid on was pushed against the cold yellow, dirty wall. Filthy cream curtains brushed the edge of his bed and from where he was laying, he could see dust piled up in the corners of the window seal, courtesy of the poor job he and his roommate did when they fake cleaned up.
Bilal Jr., who was now a teenager in high school, shared the room with his best friend James “Jukes” Sharps. Any other time Jukes would be there talking his head off about Tayla, his girlfriend from school. But tonight he needed the room alone to be with his own girlfriend Rozay, who had been acting funny at school lately.
It was his fifth time calling her and he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to pick up, still he gave it a try. Dialing her number from his cell he listened to the boring sound of the ring when she answered.
“Rozay, you gonna tell me what the fuck is up or what?” He said shooting up straight in a seated position, his Nikes still on his feet. “I mean…why was you acting all funny at school?”
“At least you can do is say hi first, Bilal.”
“Well I wanna know what’s up first. Fuck all that other shit.”
“If you gonna be that way I gotta go. I’ma holla at you later.”
“Wait!” He paused. “Don’t hang up. I mean…did I do something to you? Or is somebody fucking with you?”
“Bilal, I got two older brothers. So you tell me…who gonna check me, boo?” She laughed.
He laughed too and said, “There you go with that Real Housewives of Atlanta shit.”
“I’m dead serious.” She said making smacking sounds with her mouth. “Ain’t nobody at school bold enough to fuck with me. You know this and everybody else know it, too.”
Bilal played with the edge of the tattered bedspread. “Well come over here. We can go get something to eat from the carry out. And before you say anything you can get whatever you want.”
Rozay sighed heavily into the phone. “Thought you said you ain’t have no money, when I asked you to buy me the pink Louis Vuitton wallet I wanted. Remember?”
“I ain’t got no money like that right now. But I got enough to buy you something to eat.”
“You always crying broke. I’m so sick of your shit.”
“You know I’m saving to buy a car, Ro.”
“Bilal, I told you when we first hooked up that I liked money a lot. And you said you had it cause you sold drugs.”
“Why you talking all wild over the phone?”
“Whatever, boy! Ain’t nobody listening to us on the phone, you ain’t that big time with that little bit of change you crying about giving me.” She exhaled. “Anyway, if you got the paper to get me what I want, why you faking on me now?”
Bilal made money from a hotheaded drug dealer named AJ up the street from his apartment. Although the work AJ got from his connect wasn’t enough to make it big, he was able to make his time worth it by dividing his work between Bilal and Jukes, this way he would have more time working at his Tow Company.
“I ain’t faking it’s just that,” he paused realizing if he didn’t bend he’d lose her, “you know what…how much is the wallet again?”
“About two…three hundred dollars.” She sounded anxious. “Why?”
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sp; “I’ma give you the money.”
“For real?” She said excitedly. The bitch had been dry begging from the gate and Bilal knew it but he was feeling her so much, that losing her was worse than the pleasure he would gain from calling her out on her shit. Plus her pussy game was tight.
“Yeah. Now you coming over or not?”
“Yeah…but leave something in the building door downstairs so it can stay open. I hate banging on that thing and waiting for you to come open it for me.”
“Aight.”
“I’m serious. If the door not open I’m leaving, Bilal.”
“I said okay.”
After hanging up with her, Bilal jumped up and got himself together. Then he put the brick they kept inside their apartment in the building’s door. When he was done with that, he thought about all the freaky shit he would do to Rozay for making him short his shoebox stash by three hundred dollars. Yeah, she was gonna pay long and hard. He expected to get his dick sucked and everything. After he removed three hundred from his three thousand dollar stash, he put his slick shit on and called Jukes.
“What up, nigga? Where you at?” Jukes asked.
“I’m at the crib.”
“What? I thought you were meeting me down Kristina’s?”
“Man, I’m hooking up with Rozay later. I ain’t got no time for all that shit.”
“Rozay?” He said sarcastically. “I thought you said ya’ll was beefing.”
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