by Kia
“Let me know something,” Glory said, seeing the look on my face.
“It’s just that… I feel lonely sometimes. I mean… look at you and Pinky. I want something like that.”
“You sure? Nah, you want somebody who loves you. I don’t love Pinky.”
“Why you always around if you don’t love her?” I asked as he sat down with his cereal and began to eat it.
I sat on the kitchen counter and ran some conditioner through my hair.
“Because she allows me to do it.”
“What that mean?”
“Pinky ain’t never demanded no respect from me. As long as I’m here with her and spending money every time I touch down in Miami, she’s cool with that. She be thinking that voodoo shit working. But it ain’t.”
“So the pussy must be that good?” I asked.
“Can’t even stunt. Hell yeah. She cool too. Pinky like one of my niggas, but a bit more. We fuck hoes together, smoke together, fight, and all that other shit.”
“Then why not be with her?”
“It just don’t feel right to me. Feel me? I couldn’t see myself dealing with her every day for the rest of my life. She couldn’t either. Pinky like the chase.”
“How you figure?”
“Mane, if I proposed to Pinky right now, I would never hear from her again.”
“Shiiiiiiit. Try and see,” I responded. Pinky would jump out her drawers.
“You know Pinky, Milo, but not like I do. You don’t fuck on her all the time and hear the crazy shit she says and see what she does. She likes being treated like this. I swear.”
“You might be right.” Pinky was a crazy bitch and it took a certain type of nigga to deal with her. And Glory was that nigga to do it. He knew how and when to tune her out. “You got a bitch in Dallas. Don’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got a lil’ chick out there. Why?”
“Just asking. Do Pinky know?”
“She ain’t asked. But when she asks, I’ma tell her.”
“I bet you will,” I said, preparing to wash the conditioner out of my hair.
One thing about Glory was he never lied about anything. And that’s why I was very careful asking him his opinion on things.
“Wash this for me,” he said putting his dish in the sink, “thanks, big booty.” He squeezed my ass and left.
I was hoping that one day he could put me down with Poppi. He seemed nice, and was fine as hell too. Thinking of Poppi made me remember that it’s been a few days since I promised him that I would check on his house, and I hadn’t done it yet.
Slipping on some house slippers, I wrapped a towel around my wet head and grabbed his key.
Chapter Twelve
Divine
One week later…
“I don’t really like these condos. On the outside, they look fire, but on the inside it’s small as fuck,” Malina complained, and she was right.
“This is just for now, we don’t have to live here for long,” I said as I looked out onto the balcony. We decided to stay at the Melody Tower Condos for now because we didn’t really have the time to shop around.
“Wonder how long we have to keep driving, before we can use the plane,” Malina said as she unloaded our dishes that we had just purchased from Walmart.
“Hope not for long.”
It took us three whole days to drive here, and the weather wasn’t even bad. When we made it, we spent two days getting our two bedroom condo together. We hadn’t even hit up Glory yet, but I knew he was still here because Neiman called me every single day trying to get me to let her come down here.
“But hopping on private jets is a big deal,” Malina seconded.
“Right. They really really really have to trust us for that to happen.”
“But I don’t want to get in this too deep. Like, what if niggas start trying to rob us? I ain’t never had to deal with no shit like that.”
“That’s why we need to keep Glory close by,” I said.
“Tuh. Glory?”
“Bitch, I know you ain’t still tripping on him fucking with Neiman?” I asked.
“She wrong for that shit. She knew I planned on fucking with him.”
“Well, Malina, you can’t have them all,” is all I said about that one. She sounded like a big ass hypocrite. “You gonna have to learn to charge shit to the game like I did.”
She didn’t say anything, just continued to put the dishes up. I then heard my phone ringing in my room, so I rushed to get it. It was Neiman.
“What, girl?”
“Divine, I just need to talk to you,” she said in a low tone.
“Is everything cool with Nyssa?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“So what do we need to talk about? I’m busy.”
“I wanna get money too. I’m tired of living off y’all. I don’t want to do it anymore. It’s time that I make my own money.”
I laughed as I walked into the kitchen and put my phone on speaker so Malina could hear this shit. “Neiman, please. You don’t wanna make no money. You just wanna be a sucka for Pernel.”
“He was released from the hospital today,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, when I was visiting Nyssa I saw him and his bitch leaving. He in a wheelchair.”
“Bitch, I ain’t ’bout to put no money in ya pockets just so you can help that nigga walk again before you help with PJ,” I said.
“Think I’d have to kill that hoe,” Malina added.
Neiman was talking, but I had another call. It was unknown, so I know it had to be Bishop. I hung up on Neiman.
“Hello?”
“Yo, y’all bitches working on my money?”
“Bishop, that’s what I wanna talk to you about.I just—”
“Where you at?” he asked, cutting me off.
“Me and Malina inLos Angeles. Like I was saying—”
“Divine? Cousy Divine?” He had put PJ on the phone.
“Oh my God,” Malina said as she rushed to the phone.
“Are you okay, baby?” I asked. “We’re gonna get you, okay? We’re coming to get you,” I said with tears of joy rolling down my face.
“Now what were you saying?” Bishop asked.
I was about to ask for a little more time, but fuck that. It was clutch time.
“We working. We will have it in a month. Tell PJwe love h—”
Click
“I can’t stand that mothafucka!” Malina yelled as she threw a glass at the wall and watched it shatter into tiny pieces.
“He’s dead. He’s fucking dead,” I said as I sat down and called Glory.
“I was just calling you. I got another job for y’all,” he said.
“That’s funny, because I have a job for you,” I mumbled.
Malina grabbed a blunt so we could toke.
“Yeah? Talk to me.”
“I’m in Miami, so I will send you the address so we can talk in person.
“Neiman with y’all?” he asked.
“You know damn well…” I don’t know why he was playing. He knew Neiman wasn’t with us.
“Bet. I’ma pull up.”
Chapter Thirteen
Milo
“Where you meet this cat?” Pinky asked as I did my makeup.
“The club last week. He was fine as hell too. Say he not from around here.”
“What’s his name?”
“Bishop.”
“Yeah? So where y’all going on this date?”
“I don’t know. This shit kinda weird because I’ve never been on a real date.”
“Well, just don’t move too fast. Remember Shyro charmed ya ass right out of ya goddamn common sense.”
I rolled my lashed eyes at her. “Just like Glory do you daily.”
“Don’t you worry about how we rock.”
“So how did that oil work? He love you yet?” I teased. Must not because he was gone again, running the streets, and not laid up with her.
“
Fuck you, hoe.” She flipped me the bird and walked away.
Just like I thought.
After looking in the mirror and making sure I was looking fine as ever, I grabbed my Chanel purse and headed out. I was feeling good because I had come home with a lot of cake that night at the club. Not as much as I did the first time, but thirty G’s for one night would do. I would put it toward my rent and pay it up.
“I’m out,” I yelled before I locked the door.
It was a nice ass day outside, and I was so happy to be off my period. I hadn’t had sex in a minute, and if Bishop played his cards right, I would give him all of this.
As I was at a red light, my phone began to ring. It was Bishop. “Let’s go to the beach. You left the house yet?” he asked.
“Do I need a swim suit? Because I already have heels and shit on.”
“Yeah. But we can go to one of them shops on the strip so you can change. Don’t trip. We just about to walk the beach and eat. If you wanna swim, we can.”
“Hell yeah. Have you looked outside today?” I asked. “It’s fucking beautiful.”
“Okay, cool. Meet me on Ocean drive. I’m in front of this ice cream spot in a white Porsche.”
“Okay, I know exactly where you are,” I said and ended the call.
Bishop and I had talked on the phone a few times, but this would be our first time actually chilling. He was very spontaneous, and I liked that about him already.
Shit, maybe he was the guy of my dreams.
Chapter Fourteen
Malina
“I’m just not understanding what the problem is,” I said as Divine passed the blunt back to me.
“He not coming here, bitch. Everyone is supposed to think we’re in Los Angeles, and that includes Slick,” she said, rolling her eyes at me.
“Okay, so why is Glory on the way here?” I asked.
“Because, I believe deep down in my heart that Glory had no idea what Bishop was up to. Besides, do you have a better plan to get this key up off us?”
“Okay, and Slick had nothing to do with it.”
“And you also got the number from Slick’s partna to reach Bleek, who turned out to be Bishop. Bitch, no. Just no.”
“What, you jealous or something now? I thought it was all good?” I asked.
She hopped to her feet and now had her hand in my face. “Bitch, if I was jealous, believe you me… you wouldn’t be getting a mothafucking dime! I would have Neiman here instead of you if it was really like that.”
I laughed in her face. “But you know like I know that you can’t trust Neiman.”
“And what makes you so trustworthy?” she asked. I was silent. “Yuhhhh, okay then.”
There was a knock at the door.
“It’s Glory. I’ll get it,” I said as she went back to the room to get the key of cocaine.
“Malina, what’s poppin’?” Glory asked as he and two other cats walked in. One had dreads and was yellow just like Glory, but his eyes weren’t brown like Glory’s eyes. They were grey. The other one was dark, and built like a body builder. He wasn’t as tall as Glory, and the other guy had to be around 5’11”.
“Damn, I didn’t know you were bringing people,” I said as they walked in. All of them smelled like weed.
“My bad, this is Kipp,” he said introducing me to the guy with the grey eyes. “And this is Oluwa. But we call him Lu Lu. He’s from Nigeria,” he said, introducing me to the dark dread head.
“Damn, that’s a diverse ass clique you got,” Divine said, walking up with the key in a black bag.
“What’s up, my lil’ go-getta?” Glory said, hugging her.
I got jealous. He didn’t hug me when he came in.
“Just cooling. Have a seat. Don’t laugh at our place, we just moved in two days ago, so it look a lil’ dry,” she said as we had a seat on our orange couch that sat across from the longer couch. Glory, Kipp and Lu Lu sat on the longer couch.
“Ahh, it’s all good. Still looks nice,” Glory said.
“Man, Glory. Tell me what you know about Bishop,” Divine said straight up.
Glory put both hands up. Eyes were low and red as hell. He was beyond high. “Word to Allah, I didn’t know shit. On the cool, Bishop and I weren’t even just cool like that. We got money together and that’s it. He used to be in New Orleans when my brother was alive. But after my brother got killed, he started fucking with me on some money shit. I put him on to my plug a few times. Then I told him I had a problem getting that lil’ issue delivered here to Miami, and he put me up with y’all. On my daughter, before that, I hadn’t talked to that nigga in months.”
Divine was silent. I was too. We were both searching his eyes for the truth. I didn’t see a reason not to trust him.
“This game so fucked up, bruh. Like, I don’t know who to trust,” Divine confessed.
I shook my head in agreement.
“On everything I love, when I catch that nigga, he dead. You hear me? He dead out here,” Glory said, looking at me, then back to Divine.
“I’m trusting you,” she said.
“And I’m trusting you too.”
“By the way, no one knows we’re in Miami. People think we’re in Los Angeles,” I added before we forgot to put him up on game.
“Fa sho. What was this favor you needed of me?” he asked Divine. That’s when she took out the brick and placed it on the table.
“If you can bring me back thirty gees off that, I will break you off five gees.”
“Thirty? I can bring you back more than that. Is it pure?” he asked.
“Yeah, taste it,” she said
Glory took his key to his car and put a small hole in the plastic. Then he took his pinky, put a bit of cocaine in the tip of his nail and ran it across his gums.
“Oooowweee. Damn!” he said, squinting.
His friends then tasted it and had the same reaction.
“So how much?”
“Man, I can bring you back $45,000 for this. I could go higher if you want,” he said.
“Nah, I don’t wanna be greedy. That’s good.”
“Hell yeah. Because by the time it makes it to the streets, they can dilute this shit for twice and it will still be good. That’s how pure that shit is,” Kipp said.
“Niggas gone take this to the block and make ’bout $300,000 after we break it down.”
“But I’m wholesale. I don’t wanna break it down,” Divine said.
“Of course. You’re a woman. I’m just saying,” Glory said.
“Shit, I’ma cop this brick from y’all my damn self. Just give me two days,” Kipp said. “What y’all want? $45,000? I can do that. Easy. I’m ’bout to step on it one time and make about $200,000 off this shit.”
“But can’t the junkies tell when its stepped on?” Divine asked.
“Shit, from the looks of things, y’all got this straight from the farm. So if I give it to them raw, it will be too strong and it will hold them for a long time because they wont be able to fuck with it all at once. But if I step on it one time, it will be just right and keep them coming back. I’m not gon’ be greedy and keep stepping on the shit ’til it’s watered down.”
“Why would you step on it? That’s nasty. Then it’s gonna be all in your shoes,” I said.
Divine shook her head. “Malina, step on means to add shit. Like procaine and acid. Shit like that to make it more than one thousand grams. It will also make it easier for the junkies to inject it.”
Chola must had taught her that before we left. After they ate each other’s pussy.
“As a matter of fact, how much money you got now?” Glory asked Kipp.
Kipp went through his Gucci back pack as Glory and Lu Lu started unloading loads money from their pockets.
“I got $10,000,” Lu Lu said, placing his rolls on the table.
“I got $15,000,” Kipp said, putting his money on the table.
“Bet. I got $20,000. We can all just split the earnings up accordingly,” Glory s
aid as he slid all of the money over to us.
Divine passed him the key.
“Man, y’all ’bout to be straight. Niggas gonna wanna know where we got this from,” Kipp said with a cheesy grin on his face.
“Right. So y’all will have clientele in no time. Promise y’all gonna be getting rid of twenty bricks a day soon,” Glory said.
“I like the fact that you two aren’t greedy. It will take you a long way,” Lu Lu said to Divine.
“Damn. It’s scary though. What if niggas start trying to rob us?” Divine asked.
“That’s why mothafuckas gotta go through us,” Glory said.
“We ain’t gonna let shit happen to y’all,” Kipp said.
“Yes, I don’t play that killing women shit,” Lu Lu added.
“We will see,” is all Divine said.
We all talked for a minute, and then Glory left with Kipp and Lu Lu. As soon as they left, I had to talk to Divine about a bright idea I had.
“If Chola only wanted us to see if we could make $30,000 all together, why don’t we just keep the extra money?” I asked. It only made sense.
Divine shot me a crazy look. “What? Are you crazy? That’s how people get killed.”
“But how will she know?” I asked.
“It don’t fucking matter. That’s not how you do business, Malina.”
“Don’t let your feelings get in the way of this money,” I said. Now, since she and Chola were licking pussies, she wanted to do shit the right way.
“And don’t let your greed get you killed,” she said as she went into her room and slammed the door in my face.
I turned around and looked at all the money on the table. It was that easy.
Chapter Fifteen
Neiman
“In the same predicament,” the doctor said as she walked into the room. She was the same one who was with me when I cried over Nel. Now I was in here crying over Nyssa. Damn, man.
