Dirty South Divas 2

by Kia

  “I didn’t want him to fucking die!”

  “But he did.”

  As I was trying to yank away from him, he bent me over the Porsche and pulled my sundress up with one hand around the back of my neck.

  “Bishop, what are you doing? You’re crazy!” I yelled as he rammed his dick into me.

  This was just all wrong. PJ was in the car crying, Shyro was dead at my feet, and Bishop was fucking me like a porn star. The scary part is, I started to like it.

  “That’s what I’m talking ’bout. Throw that ass back. Make it clap like you do at the club,” he moaned.

  I started to make my ass twerk as I threw it back on his dick.

  “Ohhh shit,” I moaned as he grabbed my hair and slammed me into the hood of the car.

  “Yeah, you my bitch now. Say it!”

  “I’m ya girl now,” I moaned.

  He fucked me harder. I was warm and wet. It almost felt like I was peeing. But I wasn’t. I was just that horny. But why? Why was I so turned on?

  “You my bitch! You ain’t my girl. Say you my bitch! Say it!” He started to fuck me so hard that the car started moving.

  “I’m your bitch!”

  “Yeah, that’s right. We gonna skip that dating shit. You don’t like that shit no way. This what you like,” he grunted as he pushed himself deeper inside of me.

  “Yeah, daddy. I like this shit. Ummmm,” I moaned.

  “If I cum in this pussy, I own this pussy,” he said before he sped up and exploded inside of me. We came at the same time.

  “Yeeeeesss,” I moaned in ecstasy as his phone began to vibrate. If it was wolves around, they would have started howling. But instead, I heard a dog barking. When he was done, he buttoned his pants, answered his phone and got in the car.

  “Come on,” he said when he saw that I was still catching my breath. I pulled my dress down and pulled myself together.

  “Shhhhh, It’s okay,” I said as PJ jumped into my arms and held me tight. It was like he was scared of Bishop. He flinched every time Bishop spoke. I didn’t like that.

  “Yo, if you wanna be my bitch, you gotta get a lil’ tougher than that,” Bishop said as he lit the blunt and did a donut before we sped back off down the road.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I live a crazy life. Feel me?”

  “I see.”

  “So you with it or not?” he asked.

  I thought long and hard before answering. “Does this mean I can spend more time with PJ?” I asked.

  Seeing the way PJ flinched when Bishop spoke made me feel like Bishop was too rough when he handled him. Look at how he tossed him in the back seat.

  He smirked. “Shit, keep that mothafucka.”

  Him saying that made me want to be with him more because he trusted me with his nephew, and didn’t even know me like that. Or maybe he didn’t care. Hell, I don’t know. This mothafucka was psycho and unpredictable. But I liked it.

  “Good. I don’t want him around you and you doing shit like this,” I said, pointing behind us.

  I liked this little kid, and sympathized with him a lot. He didn’t have anybody but a crazy ass uncle who liked to kill people. Like me as I kid. I didn’t have anyone but an uncle who couldn’t stop fucking me though. But damn, how was I going to explain this to Shyro’s mom? Or anyone?

  “And by the way, if I catch you with another nigga, you dead,” he said.

  I laughed.

  He didn’t.

  This nigga was crazy.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Malina

  “Why I gotta do all the driving?” Neiman complained.

  “Because you wanted to prove yourself. How about be thankful?” Divine said.

  “How about she just shut the fuck up?” I asked as we waited in our car. We had ordered some food from a lil’ food truck on the strip, and now we were waiting.

  “What’s in the bags?” Neiman asked.

  “$45,000 and some change,” Divine answered.

  “Stop lying.”

  “Okay,” is all Divine said as the lady waved us over to get our food.

  “I’ll get it,” I said then got out and got our food. I took my time getting back to the car, so I could eat the fries.

  “So, what’s up? How’d y’all get this money?” Neiman asked as she and Divine switched seats so Divine could drive after I got back into the car. It only made sense because Divine knew how to get there.

  “We’ll get to that when we get back to Miami. Don’t you worry ’bout that right now,” I said as Divine drove off and I passed everyone their food.

  “Whatever.”

  “Just chill,” Divine said.

  “Like… y’all bitches ill, bro. Y’all been getting money and ain’t told nobody. I’m y’all fam. Shit.”

  “And?” I asked.

  “What about Nyssa?” Neiman asked.

  Divine pulled over and turned around. “Neiman, shut the fuck up! Just shut the fuck up! Don’t bring Nyssa into this shit! She’s dead, and if we had that type of money, PJ would be here too! We out here hustling and you complaining! Don’t nobody owe you a mothafucking thing! If you open your goddamned mouth to complain one more fucking time, you on the first flight back to Dallas! Try me!”

  The car was silent for a good five minutes. “You made that bitch cry,” I joked as Divine started the car back up.

  “And you shut the fuck up too! For the whole ride, y’all bitches just shut the fuck up!” Divine yelled.

  “All I’m saying is, I’m the only cousin that ain’t never fucked one of ya niggas. You don’t have to talk to me the way you do,” Neiman said as she wiped her tears with her shirt.

  Now I was mad.

  “So you wanna start shit,” I said as I put my food down, reached back and slapped the shit out of her. That was messy as fuck. I’d been waiting to do that for the longest anyway.

  “Bitch!” Neiman yelled as she leaned forward and smacked me dead in the mouth.

  Chapter Twenty

  Divine

  “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said as I turned the car back off, hopped out and opened the back seat door to break them up.

  “Stupid bitch! You ain’t shit but a slut!” Neiman yelled as she dragged Malina from the front seat to the back seat. It was looking like Neiman was about to win until Malina leaned back and kicked Neiman in the face.

  “Stop!” I yelled as I dragged Neiman out the car.

  Malina ran up and tried to hit Neiman while I was holding her.

  “Bitch!” Malina yelled as she yanked Neiman away from me and continued to whoop her ass.

  Neiman was trying her best to get up, but she finally got the upper hand when she pulled Malina down by the hair and rolled on top of her.

  “You… a… hoe!” Neiman yelled with each lick that she landed.

  They were mad, and way too strong at the time, so I popped the trunk, grabbed the dummy tire and threw it on they ass.

  “Ouch!” Malina yelled.

  “What the fuck?” Neiman asked as she stood up and grabbed her side.

  “Let’s go! Get in the fucking car and let’s go!” I yelled.

  “But, Divine…”

  “She started it—”

  “Shut the fuck up! It’s money in this car, and y’all fighting! Let’s fucking go before the police come!” I got into the car and threw my food out the window. I wasn’t even hungry anymore.

  Neiman childish ass ran to the front so Malina had no choice but to get in the back. This pissed her off eve more. Both of their lips were just busted the fuck up. All I could do was shake my head.

  “Man, I’m sorry, Divine,” Neiman said.

  “It’s all good. Just stop talking to me,” I said, and we rode in silence the rest of the way.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Neiman

  “What the fuck?” I asked as I was pushed against the wall and frisked.

  “Chola, chill. I told you who she was before she came,” Div
ine said.

  The minute we pulled up to the mansion, I was dragged out the whip by five men. Not Malina. Not Divine. Just me. Now I was pinned up on the wall by the front door.

  “Doesn’t matter. Still need to check her. Take her downstairs and hook her up to the lie detector,” Chola directed.

  I looked at Malina and Divine for help, but they turned their backs and walked away. They took me downstairs and hooked me up to all these stupid machines and actually made me take a damn test. I felt so violated. When we were done, they took me to the inside pool where Malina and Divine were eating fruit and shit like everything was all good.

  “Chill, you didn’t die,” Divine said as I stomped over to her.

  “What happened to your faces?” the Chola woman asked.

  She came and sat in Divine’s lap. What the fuck? Is Divine gay now? Her skin was bright, hair was curly, and she had full lips. Also, her accent was thick as fuck.

  Divine began to answer her in Spanish. Then they both burst into laughter. I looked over at Malina and she shrugged.

  “When she start speaking Spanish?” I asked.

  “Shit, apparently for a while. It fucked me up too when I first heard it.”

  “Y’all talking about me?” I asked.

  Chola swiftly turned her gaze to me and lowered her eyes. “Yes,” is all she said.

  Rude ass bitch.

  “Ha,” Malina laughed and sipped her tea.

  “So you want to hang with the big ones, huh?” Chola asked me as another man came in with two bags.

  “Hey, Johan,” Malina and Divine said at the same time.

  “Hola, chicas,” he said as he looked at all of us. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself. He unloaded a shit load of bricks with a white substance in it.

  “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this c-”

  “Neiman!” Malina yelled, cutting me off. She put her index finger over her mouth, telling me to shut up.

  “You could have kept that extra money but you didn’t, Divine. You brought it all back. And for that, I still just want my cut. No extra. You keep the extra, it’s yours. I only took $20,000,” Chola said, tossing Divine a bag of money.

  “And this is ten keys,” Johan said as he slid the two bags of bricks over.

  My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. These bitches were really out here getting money. Real money. Not no chump change. And I woulda never known. I felt happy, but played. Happy because I could now be in on this. Played because them hoes left me in the dark.

  “Bring us back our cut from these. If you three can move ten bricks with absolutely no problems, I’ll give you more next time. But don’t fuck me,” Chola said, looking all of us dead in the eyes. “Our earnings will be split differently after this. I will only charge half of what we agreed on at first,” Chola said.

  I didn’t know what this meant, but Malina and Divine smiled.

  “Chola! No!” Johan yelled and then started to speak in Spanish.

  “Relax, hermano. I only deal with Divine. No one else. Everything goes through her,” Chola said.

  “I don’t speak drug talk, what’s going on?” I whispered to Malina.

  She looked mad.

  “Chola gave us a deal. Nobody who fronts drugs ever does what she just did on pure cocaine. They usually take more. But don’t nothing move unless Divine say so. So if I wanted to go and get the same deal from them, I couldn’t,” Malina whispered.

  “But why would you do that if we all getting money together and Divine hooking us up?” I asked.

  “Just… shut up,” Malina said, throwing her hand up and shaking her head.

  I just felt it didn’t make sense to be mad. We family. And if Divine got the hook up, then why in the entire fuck was she mad? Sounded like she wanted to go behind Divine’s back and get her own drugs.

  What the fuck? I was talking drug talk now. But little did I know, life was about to get real… and fast.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Milo

  Three days later…

  “You need a babysitter? Why not take the little boy back to his rightful owner,” Pinky said as she sat at the table and watched me feed carrots to PJ.

  “I mean… It’s cool,” I said.

  I didn’t want to tell her what was really up and how I didn’t like the way Bishop acted toward PJ. Then she would ask why I was with someone who was mean to his nephew. Then I would have to explain that I had no choice because I watched this nigga murder Shyro in cold blood, then fucked him afterward. Shit was all bad.

  “At least he’s cute.”

  “All babies are cute.”

  “Whatever.” She got up and headed to the kitchen.

  “Glory still here?” I asked.

  She smacked her lips. “That nigga got a hold to a brick and they been flipping that shit day and night.”

  “Yeah? Thought it was a drought?” I asked.

  The police had them boats on lock. Someone tipped them about which boats had the drugs and all, so them Haitians ain’t really been able to get the bricks over to Miami. So niggas was going way down south and other places. Eventually, it caused a drought.

  “Yeah, that’s why that nigga been distributing. He say the junkies going crazy over it, so he’s getting some more today.”

  “How much they make off of it?” I asked.

  “About $300,000 off one when they diluted it. But you know how that go. Gotta split it up between Kipp and Lu Lu. Then they had to pay the workers that they had on the block and in the traps getting it off.

  “How much they spend on it?” I asked.

  “Him, Kipp and Lu Lu all put in on the $45,000. But Glory put in more so this time his cut is higher. But next time he says they all getting they own bricks. He says everybody in Miami about to be eating good again.”

  “And who the plug on these bricks?” I asked.

  “Shit, I don’t know. You know he tell me shit, but not shit like that. All I know is them niggas eating again.”

  “So that mean the ballers ’bout to be making it rain at the club again?” I asked in excitement.

  Strippers could always tell when it was a drought. That’s why I was so amped during that celebrity weekend. Now I’m amped tonight.

  “Yep.”

  “You coming tonight?” I asked. We only had a couple of hours to make up our mind.

  “Might as well. Glory ain’t been here. Shyro ain’t been bothering you?” she asked.

  I darted my eyes from side to side. “Uhh… what? Nah. Why’d you ask that?”

  “Because that nigga loves the ground you walk on. Know a restraining order ain’t gonna keep him gone for long.”

  “Oh. Nah. I ain’t talked to that nigga or seen him. Temple says he came to the club that one time but he ain’t been back.”

  “Yeah? That’s weird. Must got a new bitch,” she said as she rushed to her phone that was ringing in her room. Mine started to ring too. It was Bishop.

  “Hello?”

  “How’s my lady?” he asked.

  “We good. Just eating before I take him to a sitter,” I said, looking down at PJ.

  “We? Who is he?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Huh?”

  “PJ!”

  “Ohhh, ha-ha. Okay. Damn, I was like who the fuck she talking ’bout.”

  “Bishop, we need to talk. ’Cause you don’t even know me like that, but left him with me and ain’t checked on him in a whole day. What’s going on? You leave him with everyone you’ve only known for a little over a week? He’s a little boy, and times are crucial. I could be a killer.”

  He laughed. “Well, don’t kill him. He worth two mil.”

  “That’s not funny, Bishop.”

  “Chill. Damn. You must need some more of daddy’s dick?”

  “Nah, I need you to act like you give a damn ’bout this lil’ boy. I mean… he’s not a bad kid. What the fuck?”

  “I do give a damn ’bout PJ. That’s my mans. Fuck
you talkin’ ’bout?”

  “I’m about to go to work in a few. Come chill with us before I go,” I said.

  “Bet. Open the door.”

  He hung up the phone and a few seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

  “The fuck?” I whispered to myself as I picked PJ up and opened the door to see Bishop standing there.

  “You looking good,” he said, kissing me and walking in. Pinky had just walked in the kitchen. “Damn, that’s how y’all do? Walk around this bitch naked?” Bishop asked.

  “Yes, and don’t get excited. She has a man,” I said as I pulled him back to my room. He almost broke his neck trying to look back at Pinky.

  “Y’all don’t do threesomes?” he asked.

  “Nigga, you paying? Shit…” I rolled my eyes and shut my door behind us.

  “Damn, I was just joking,” he said as he pushed up on me and kissed me all over.

  PJ pushed him away. Then he kissed PJ on the cheek.

  “Oh, you being nice today?” I asked.

  “I’m always nice,” he joked.

  “Whatever.”

  “Take him in there with ya homie.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why. Hurry up,” he said as he lifted his red Jordan shirt over his slim frame. Though I was a lil’ mad at him, I didn’t protest.

  I went into the kitchen, but Pinky wasn’t in there anymore, so I went to her room.

  “Watch him real fast,” I said as I put PJ on her bed. I gave him his carrots and apple juice and went into my room.

  It was something mysterious that was so enticing to me about this man.

  “You ready?” he asked as he pulled me close and put my hands on his dick.

  “Bishop, where are you from?”

  “Los Angeles. Come on,” he said, kissing all over me and taking my robe off.

  “Have you heard anything on PJ’s mom?” I asked.

  “Yeah, she died a few days ago,” he said as he pulled me on top of him.

  I pushed him away.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “What?”

  “You wasn’t gonna tell me? Are you gonna tell PJ?” I asked.