Dirty South Divas 2
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Dirty South Divas
Part 2
Kia Jones
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Prologue
Neiman
“What’s wrong?” Glory asked as I laid back down.
“My cousins. They mad ’cause I ain’t been there watching Nyssa. Hell, she’s grown.
“What did Nyssa want when she called?” he asked, rubbing my belly.
“Talking about did I order pizza because the pizza man is there.”
“And what did you say?”
“Why?” I asked.
“What did you say?” he asked again.
“I hung up in that hoe’s face. She play too much. Know damn well I didn’t order no pizza.”
“Put some clothes on,” he said as he threw me my jeans and put his shirt back on.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“If you didn’t order pizza then that means somebody just gave her a reason to open the door, Neiman. Damn. Don’t be so stupid. Hurry up,” he said, grabbing his keys.
“They coulda had the wrong door,” I said as we rushed to his jeep. But not before he grabbed his piece.
“Don’t be so naïve.” He started the ignition and sped right off.
“So, who do you think ordered it?” I asked.
“Whoever blew her car up, Neiman.”
“But why send a pizza man?”
“Because would you answer the door for a random man and your son was just kidnapped?”
“No.”
“But would you answer it for a pizza man?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Harmless… right?” he asked.
“Shit.”
“See why everyone is mad?” he asked calmly, but drove like a maniac to get to our place.
“Yes, but they didn’t have to be so rude,” I said, referring to Malina and Divine.
“They must know something that you don’t. How did they sound?”
“Like they were in a rush.”
“Yeah, they done figured it out too.”
“Oh my God. Nyssa, I’m so sorry,” is all I could say to myself. Thanks to me, my sister was probably dead. I started to panic and hyperventilate.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“My sister is dead.”
“She ain’t dead, love. Don’t think like that. I’ma make sure she good. Feel me?”
“Okay.”
“Just sit back and be cool. I got it.”
“But what if he already got her?”
My mind kept thinking of the worst. First PJ, now her? What was going on with our lives?
When we finally got to our place, Glory told me to wait in the car as he went up. I said cool. I didn’t have any guns anyway. I kept looking at my window to watch for any clues. Then I saw Glory go in. The door was already unlocked because all he did was push it open, and that’s when I heard shots fired.
I ran up the stairs and into the apartment. I couldn’t see anything at first until the smoke cleared.
“Oh shit.”
Chapter One
Nyssa
“What the fuck was that?” Divine yelled as Neiman ran to check Glory.
“What happened?” I asked in shock.
“He’s gone!” Malina said as she ran into the room and started untying me.
“Is everyone okay?” Glory asked, examining us all.
“Yes,” we all responded in unison.
“Good, now can somebody explain to me what the fuck happened?”
We all sat there in silence. I put my head down in shame because I knew I was looking like death with my hair gone and the word whore written all over me.
“Did you know that Bishop was behind all this shit?” Divine asked Glory.
“What shit?” Glory responded.
“He’s the one who has PJ!” Malina yelled with an attitude.
“Word? Man, fuck no. Y’all know I ain’t know.”
“How do we know that?” Divine asked.
“Because, why would he be here shooting at Bishop if he did?” Neiman intervened.
“Hell… how did he know to come here?” Malina asked.
“I came bec—”
Before he could answer, Neiman cut him off and did all the talking.
“He came because Nyssa called me asking why a pizza man was here. Glory thought that was suspicious, so we hopped in his car and came here. What you asking?” Neiman snapped back at Malina.
“Chill, Neiman,” Glory said, pulling her back.
“So it took a nigga for you to be concerned about ya own sister?” Divine asked.
“Everybody, just chill,” Glory said.
“Nah, we wanna know,” Malina said.
“C’mon, y’all. Nyssa always calling with dumb shit like that. How was I spose to know that it was serious this time?” Neiman said, defending her self.
“Look at her!” Divine yelled, pointing at me.
When all eyes landed on me, I felt like the scum of the earth. The room was so quiet that a pencil could drop and it would sound like an earth quake hit.
“Everybody calm down. What did he say?” Glory asked. “Why he do this?”
“Oh, playa put me up on game. Apparently, my cousin has a child with, AJ,” Divine hissed, now directing her anger toward me
“What?” Neiman said.
“Who is AJ?” Glory asked.
“All that matters is that he was my man at the time she conceived. I was betrayed by my own family,” Divine said as she walked out so we wouldn’t see her cry.
I always knew it was a slight possibility that my baby could be AJ’s but I wasn’t sure. We fucked one time right before he killed Kenny, Mo, and Rasheed. We wore a condom, but it broke. All I wanted to do was get back at Bishop. My intention was never to hurt my own blood. Especially Divine.
“Wait,” I said, standing up to chase her, but I stumbled and fell.
“Divine, get back in here! You gotta see this!” Malina yelled as Divine came back into the room.
“Wha… oh my God,” she mumbled as she looked down at me.
“What?” I asked, looking down. That’s when I saw the blood pouring from my stomach. I looked around at everyone and began to feel weak.
“Shit! I gotta get her to a hospital,” Glory said as he threw me over his shoulders.
Everyone followed him as he put me in the jeep and they hopped in with me in the backseat.
“Can you hear me?” Divine asked.
I tried to respond, but I couldn’t. At this time, it was pitch black, and their words were fading away.
“Don’t you fucking die, bitch. Don’t do it,” Malina said. I felt her arms caressing me.
“Nyssa, I swear to God I ain’t tripping ’bout that shit. Just please don’t die,” is the last thing I heard Divine say before I faded to black.
Chapter Two
Divine
The next morning…
“Still nothing?” Malina asked as she walked back into the ICU room that Nyssa was in.
After we rushed her to the hospital, shit went downhill from there it seemed. She lost so much blood, and now she was on life support.
“Nah,” I mumbled, putting my head
down. “Talked to Neiman?”
“Yeah, she’s on the way over here now. She was on the other end making sure Nel was okay,” Malina said as she walked over to Nyssa.
The police had us filling out police reports and all that. We told them we didn’t know who shot Nyssa, and we had just found her shot and bleeding. I can’t risk Bishop not giving PJ back. Believe me, I was going to deal with him. He wasn’t getting off that easy. Hell, he wasn’t getting off at all.
“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him,” I said as I put my head between the palms of my hands.
“Fuck that nigga, and don’t you start blaming yourself. That nigga was going to do this whether or not he fucked with us on that money shit.”
“But, damn…”
“Everything is going to be okay,” she said as Slick walked through the door.
“Hey, Slick,” Malina said, giving him a hug.
I didn’t speak. Just acted like he wasn’t there.
“Ain’t nobody heard from Bishop?” he asked her.
“Nope. That nigga got ghost. But if he ain’t in Texas no more, we know where he’s at,” Malina said.
“Where?”
“Out in Cali.”
“That’s what he wants y’all to think. That nigga still here… watching how everything play out from the sideline.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Malina said as Neiman walked back into the room.
“Any more news on Nyssa?” she asked as she sat down next to me.
“They told me to start planning her funeral,” I said.
“What?” Malina and Neiman said in unison.
“They said they didn’t expect her to make it, and to start making arrangements.”
“Nah, man, naaaaa,” Neiman cried as she fell to her knees. She began to plead with God. I didn’t want to tell them that, but I had to keep it real.
“Shit, man,” Malina said as she leaned against the wall and started to cry.
“Don’t cry, y’all. God has the last say so. Remember that,” I said.
Slick had gone to sit in the other chair.
“Anybody talked to Percy?” Malina asked Slick.
“Yeah, the real Bleek did some shit and got all that nigga’s charges dropped. He spose to get out today.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Yeah. He said the real Bleek had hit him up not long ago and got some strings pulled. That nigga wants his money back, and he gonna make sure Percy is out to get it.”
“Who gave you that number for us to reach Bleek?” Malina asked.
“My homie. The one who was there that day Quita was shot. Why?” he asked her.
A light bulb must have flashed in Malina’s head because she snapped her finger and jumped up. “He knows where Bishop is,” she said.
“What?” Neiman asked, looking at Slick crazy like he had something to do with it.
I put my hand on her thigh, telling her to chill.
“How?”
“Because, Slick, that was the number to Bishop. Not the real Bleek. Ya homie was setting us up. That’s how Bishop knew that Nyssa was at your house,” Malina said.
“Damn. You sho right,” Slick said and stood up.
“Find that nigga, but don’t kill him,” I said.
“Anybody know why Bishop targeted Nyssa in the first place?” he asked me.
Malina and I just looked at each other and silently agreed not to put Nyssa’s business out there.
“Some shit that had to do with money,” I lied.
“Yeah, when he was going off, he said Percy owed him money,” Malina added on.
Chapter Three
Malina
“You think she gonna make it?” I asked Divine as we sat in the parking lot of the hospital smoking a blunt. After sitting at this hospital all day, I needed some buzz. Surprisingly, Divine did too. It surprised me when she didn’t jump down my throat about Slick. I really appreciated that about her.
“Yeah, this ain’t nothing but a life lesson. Feel me?” she asked, passing the blunt back to me. I could tell that she really didn’t mean that. She really wanted to burst into tears.
“I wanted to apologize about fucking Slick behind your back,” I said while it was on my mind.
“Don’t even sweat it. That ain’t none of my business,” she said.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Fa sho,” she said as we watched an ambulance rush a pregnant woman out of the van and into the sliding doors. Must be nice.
“They say when a life is born, another is taken away,” I said.
“Well, let’s hope its Bishop and not Nyssa.”
“How do you feel about her having a baby by AJ?” I asked.
“I was fucked up at first, but PJ is here so I ain’t tripping. Me and AJ over anyway.”
“You’re not mad at her?” I asked.
“Am I mad at you?”
“No,” I said, putting my head down.
“I’ght then. I love y’all. We blood, and ain’t no nigga bouta stop that. Feel me?”
“I feel you.”
“I just hate it had to go down like this. PJ nor Nyssa, deserved this type of shit. Word to Allah, when I find Bishop, he dead. I put that on my soul,” she said with death in her eyes. “I wanna kill that nigga myself.”
“So what we gonna do ’bout the money? Mine is running out, and I ain’t sure if we can still do business with Chola,” I confessed. Them was Bishop’s people, and I wasn’t trying to get into that.
“You let me deal with Chola and Johan. We gonna get this money. Know that.”
“But how are you sure? I mean… who’s to say Bishop ain’t putting the feds on us right now?” I asked.
“I got a plan for that nigga,” she said.
“What?”
“If we wanna really get this money, we have to switch locations to stay a few steps ahead of that nigga. Long as we in his city, we sitting ducks,” she said as she cracked the window a little to let some smoke out.
“So where we moving? To Los Angeles?” I asked as I let my seat back so I could take all of this in. I knew this would have to happen sooner or later, but I didn’t think Bishop would be the one to run us out the city.
“That’s what we will tell people. But we’re moving to Miami.”
“And when did you figure this out?”
“I figured this out when Chola was between my legs.”
“Ewwww, bitch. I don’t wanna hear that shit!”
“You asked.”
“But, bitch, I didn’t ask that!”
Chapter Four
Milo
“Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you being on ya period. Slip a tampon up that bloody pussy and get ya worthless-ass to this club,” my boss yelled then hung up in my face.
I rolled my eyes as I hopped out of bed to go to the store and buy some tampons. Lord knows I couldn’t afford to get fired from King of Diamonds. It was the biggest club in Miami, and the only place I could work if I wanted to keep my current lifestyle. A few months ago, I moved from them shitty projects and got me a loft right on the beach. Not to mention my brand new BMW. I couldn’t afford to go back to my old lifestyle. I had a name now, and the city wouldn’t let me live if they saw me working at McDonalds or some shit.
My stomach was cramping so bad that it felt like a torch was in my uterus and beaming on one spot.
“Geesh,” I moaned as I reached down and pulled my jeans above my ass.
Last year, my ass wasn’t this big, but thanks to getting ass shots in my home girl’s basement, I was looking like Trina around this bitch.
“Where you going?” Pinky, my best friend asked as I walked past the kitchen where she was cooking.
“To grab some tampons. Need something?” I asked as I opened the front door, looking for the key so I could lock it when I shut it.
“Peter still making you come in?”
“Hell yeah. I’m so mad. He didn’t make you come when you were bleeding a load,” I said.
“Yeah, I know. But do you need something?” I asked.
“Get me some spices and some new oils from Ms. Tee,” she said as she started to twerk to the music that played on her radio.
“Here you go with this voodoo shit,” I said, then left the apartment.
It was a miracle that Pinky and I got along so well and lived together. The bitch was crazy, and not to mention she was Haitian. We called her pinky because she liked everything Pink: her hair, her clothes, her strip costumes, her room, her BMW, and just her whole lifestyle. If she could shit out pink, I’m sure she would.
As I was walking to my car, I noticed Poppi standing next to it. I cleared my throat and fixed my hair a little. I could tell he was waiting for me because when he saw me, he leaned up off my BMW and smiled. He lived in the loft right next to me.
“Milo, what’s up?” he said, hugging me.
I smelled his cologne and almost melted into his arms. Poppi was Haitian, just like Pinky was. In case you haven’t noticed, Miami is full of Haitians because Haiti is right across the water. That’s where the drugs come from too.
“Hey, Poppi.” Without trying, I blushed.
He was so fine, with his black-ass. Them dreads and that accent is what got most of the women. He stood well over six feet, and his body was all muscle. Though Poppi was fine as hell, it was something mysterious about him. He wasn’t a drug dealer, but he had mad cash. And for someone who had little to no beef with anyone, he was well respected in Miami. From what Pinky told me, he’s well respected in Haiti as well. She also said that word around was that he was a killer, but no one would ever know.
“Wanna make some money?” he asked, digging through his pockets.
“You know damn well I wanna make some money,” I said as I unlocked the door to my car and sat in the driver side.
It was a pretty day outside, and if I wasn’t on my period, I would be enjoying it.
“I’m about to go out of town to handle some business. Can you watch my place while I’m gone? I’ma leave you the key,” he said.
“How long you gonna be gone, and how much?”