Zero Degrees Part 1

by Leo Sullivan

  “Damn, he’s fine,” I said almost out of breath.

  “Yes he is, but he’s outta your league,” Princess said with her hands on her hips.

  “I know he is older, but he ain’t outta my league. Shit, I’m fourteen in dog years.”

  He finally broke our eye contact and continued his conversation with Ace.

  “What’s his story?” I asked admiring his neat side burns and thin moustache. His chin was free of hair and I liked that.

  “He’s the leader of the infamous Cue Boys…” she started.

  “Cue Boys? Damn, so he runs shit huh?” I asked. The fact that he was

  gangster made him even more interesting to me.

  “Anyhow, he runs the streets with Mont and Ace. They are deep, but don’t really call themselves a gang. They have different sets all over Georgia, not just here in Atlanta. He is Cuban and black and that nigga got more bitches than a lil’ bit,” she explained.

  “Of course he goin’ have a lotta bitches. He just ain’t met the right bitch yet.”

  “Don’t even think about it Yanna. He’s too much, even for you.”

  I tuned her out as I watched Ace get inside the Explorer with Diablo.

  “What kinda name is Ablo anyway?” I asked curiously.

  “Short for Diablo. Diablo Perez.”

  “Diablo Perez,” I repeated letting it roll off my tongue. I decided that night that I would concentrate on getting him. He would be mine and I would be his “main” bitch. He would get me into the game and we would build our own empire. I wanted to be the biggest queen pen that Atlanta had ever seen. That street shit was in my blood and I could feel it brewing even at the tender age of fourteen.

  Diablo started the Explorer up and made an illegal U turn. It didn’t matter because they kept the cops on their payroll. He drove up slowly and stopped in front of me and Princess.

  “Yo, shawty, my nigga wanna holla at you,” Ace said to me.

  I walked around to the driver side and smiled the sexiest smile I could.

  “What’s up?” I asked and licked my lips.

  “That’s what I wanna ask you,” he said with his sexy, country accent.

  I blushed and looked away. Maybe he was out of my league.

  Anyway, that was how I’d met Diablo Perez nine years ago. I was determined and by the time I was eighteen, he was mine.

  After that night I snuck out as much as I could just to catch a glimpse of him. He eventually found out how old I was, but still flirted openly with me. He would tell me that I was going be his when I was old enough. Over the years he made sure that I was well taken of. You could say that he kind of put me on lay-away.

  When I was sixteen I dropped out of school and moved in with Shamira, Ace’s younger sister. She had her own apartment in Gladstone and taught me everything that I know about the drug game. We cooked crack, bagged it and the whole nine. We did everything except hit the streets with it. Mira was a stripper and did private parties on the weekend. She was only nineteen at the time.

  Princess stayed in school, but was barely making it. Aunt Vernice blamed it on me. She wanted to keep me away from Amaya, but my sister looked up to me. She was only thirteen when I moved out.

  Diablo didn’t try to have sex with me until I was seventeen about two weeks before my eighteenth birthday. Once we became official as a couple he made me leave his product alone. To prove my loyalty to him I’d do anything he asked if it meant holding his dirt, or simply lying to the police if need be. He said that he didn’t want his girl involved in the drug game. My dream of becoming a big queen pen had died. I let him know that I’d been in the drug game before I even met him. He vowed to take care of me for the rest of my life. I believed him because he had become the only family that I had other than my sister and cousin.

  The Present

  “C’mon Ablo. This ain’t the first time I been around that shit,” I laughed.

  “I know baby, but damn. I’m s’posed to protect you from the bad shit.” He kissed me softly on the lips.

  “You do,” I said, thinking about how he had been taking care of me over the years.

  My cell phone rang and I glanced at the number. It was Princess, so I answered it.

  “Yanna, what’s up?” She was laughing.

  I could tell that she was fucked up. “What’s up girl? I’m chillin’.”

  “You with Ablo?” she asked.

  “You already know.”

  “Yeah, should’ve known. Well, I need you to do something for me.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked sensing the desperation in her voice.

  “I’m at D.’s and I need some back-up,” she said quickly.

  D-Roc lived in a hood ass apartment complex in College Park. Any and everything went down out there.

  “What do you need back up for?”

  “You know D-Roc’s girl La La right?”

  “Yeah.”

  D-Roc was one of Princess’s many sex partners.

  “Well, anyhow, that bitch’s outside talkin’ cash shit. I would fuck her up myself, but she ‘bout six deep.” She sounded shook as hell.

  Princess was hard to a certain extent. When it came down to it she didn’t really have the fight in her.

  Don’t get the wrong impression. I may be one of those “bout it” bitches, but I didn’t look like it. The way I looked tended to give bitches the wrong impression. I was feminine and classy at 5’3, 130 lbs with caramel skin, and hazel eyes. My small waist and tight body were two of my best assets. I kept my jet black; shoulder length hair with honey blonde highlights cut in layers, and was always laced up in some fly shit. I loved to floss, courtesy of my man, but I’d change into some sweats quick and beat a bitch down.

  Diablo cupped one of my C-cup breasts in his hand and sighed. “Let’s go in the back,” he said.

  “Hold up baby,” I said and pushed his hand away.

  “I’m sayin’ tho’, what the bitch tryin’ to do?” I asked ready for some shit to pop off. Shit, I was bored anway.

  “She talkin’ ‘bout killin’ a bitch, so hurry the fuck up,” Princess said in panic. She wasn’t laughing anymore.

  “Killin’ you? That bitch don’t know who she’s fuckin’ wit.”

  “Who’s goin’ kill somebody? Huh? What’s goin’ on?” Ablo asked.

  I put my hand up. “Hold up Blo.”

  He looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

  “I don’t know Yanna, but you need to get over here,” she said and hung up.

  “Baby, I need a gun,” I said sweetly.

  “For what?” he asked.

  “La La and her bitches are at D’s fuckin’ wit’ Princess and I gotta go handle it.”

  “Hell mufuckin’ no. She’s the one who’s fuckin’ everybody’s man, not you. Why’re you always fightin’ for her?” He asked.

  “The same reason your ass is always runnin’ to help your so called “brothers”. She’s family. Give me a nina or sumthin.” I dialed Shamira’s number.

  Shamira answered on the second ring. “Hello.”

  “What’s up Mira?”

  “Shit. What’s poppin’?” she asked.

  “Round the girls up. We gotta hit D’s crib deep as shit.”

  “Bet. Gimme fifteen. Hold up. What’s goin’ on?”

  “Princess caught some heat fuckin’ wit’ D-Roc. That bitch La La’s outside talkin’ shit. We gotta back her up,” I said.

  “A’ight. You at the crib?” she asked.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Fifteen minutes.”

  “Ok,” I said and hung up.

  “I ain’t goin’ give you no gun,” Diablo said looking at me like I was crazy.

  “C’mon Ablo,” I whined.

  “Why? So you can catch a fuckin’ case?” He asked.

  “I ain’t goin’ use it unless I have to. Shit, I gotta take something.”

  “You got a blade,” he said.

  “What the fuck a blade goin’ do? Those bitch
es got heat.” I said in shock.

  Diablo shook his head at me, said something under his breath that I couldn’t understand and then said, “You crazy as hell Yanna.” He got up and walked down the hall to the bedroom. I knew that I’d won.

  * * *

  Meanwhile, Princess was shitting bricks over at D’s.

  “C’mon down here bitch?” La La yelled.

  D-Roc’s apartment was on the second floor and La La’s voice could be heard loud and clear inside. It was nothing new for Princess to be fucking somebody’s man. If the nigga wasn’t attached Princess wasn’t thinking about him. That was just her nature and nobody knocked her for it; except for the nigga’s bitch of course.

  “Fuck you bitch! You just wait ‘till the Cue Girls get here!” Princess yelled as she leaned out of the window.

  “Fuck those weak ass bitches! How ‘bout you goin’ feel the heat from my .45 bitch! How ‘bout that!” La La yelled back.

  Princess knew that La La was strapped. She was the leader of a small crew of chicken head broads who called themselves The Bitch Mob. They were known for being pretty and feminine, but would fight, stab and shoot in a hot second. The Cue Girls had run-ins with them on a regular basis; usually due to Princess’s hunger for other women’s men.

  “Chill shawty,” D-Roc said pulling Princess away from the window. “She got mad bitches wit’ her,” he added in a warning tone.

  “Psst, whatever nigga. You think this shit’s cute, don’t you? Well, I hate to burst your mufuckin’ bubble, but my bitches are on the way and they’re deeper than those tired ass bitches outside!” Princess yelled.

  Now Princess was a bad bitch physically and she knew it. She didn’t have much going on upstairs though. Her philosophy of life was all fucked up. Standing at about 5’5, she weighed about 145 lbs. With a honey complexion and thick, black hair that extended to the center of her back, she would mostly wear her hair in cornrows, or other styles of braids. Her breasts were the biggest things on her body and the niggas were on her D-cups hard as hell. She had a small waist, round ass and wide hips. Finish her look off with thick, sexy lips and pretty, big, green eyes. The niggas in the A loved her fine ass and she took advantage of it. P was a proud nympho and was never satisfied with one or two men. She had to have options and didn’t hesitate to let that fact be known.

  “Shit,”D-Roc cursed when a rock cracked his apartment window. “You know you dangerous as fuck girl,” he added staring at Princess. He thought La La had started shooting and shit.

  Princess smiled despite her situation. D-Roc was just some good dick and she didn’t care how La La felt. Shit, as far as she was concerned La La could have him. He had paper and could eat some pussy. That was all she wanted.

  “Ain’t nobody force you to fuck me nigga. Shit, you wanted this,” she smiled licking her sexy lips. “You know it’s good too.”

  D-Roc couldn’t help but laugh, but he was no desperate nigga. At 6’3, 200 solid lbs, his dark skin and pretty brown eyes made him irresistible. Add some good sex and some fat pockets and Princess had to have him. She knew that La La was out there tripping because old boy could work that ten inch dick and eat some pussy out.

  “It’s better than good. As a matter of fact if you let a nigga in I’ll say fuck La La,” he stated.

  “Please D-Roc. I know you love La La.”

  “Fuck love. A nigga need a bitch that’s goin’ satisfy him in every way. Shit, you satisfy the hell outta me,” he said sounding all pussy whipped.

  Princess laughed loudly and sat on the bed. “You are really sad nigga. C’mon, you’ll give up on love for some good pussy?” She shook her head at him in disbelief. Niggas really did think with their dicks.

  “Good pussy? Please, it ain’t just that. I don’t know what the fuck it is Princess, but man,’ he sighed. “You got some shit wit’ your ass.”

  The sound of Princess’s cell phone interrupted their conversation.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  * * *

  “Yo, we ‘round the block. We goin’ get those bitches,” I said.

  We walked up the block, spotted La La and ran up on her and her girls.

  “What’s that shit you were talkin’ bitch?” I asked. I’d changed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. My girls had on the same type gear. I lifted my shirt up so she could see the burner that was tucked in my pants. I had my hand on it and was about to pull it out.

  La La and her girls looked stunned. “Ahh shit,” she cursed and put her hands up in surrender. They didn’t have their guns out and couldn’t get to them in time.

  I looked up and saw Princess leaning out of the second floor window. “That’s right bitches!” she yelled.

  “Fuck you Princess! You always gotta call Yanna!” La La locked eyes on me. “It’s all peace. This shit’s between me and your triflin’ whore of a cousin,” she said calmly.

  “Mmm hmm, well I made this shit between me and you. How ‘bout you and your chicken head squad get the fuck outta here,” I suggested with my gun in her face.

  La La and her girls looked at each other and La La grinned like a gun in her face didn’t move her.

  “We out,” she said knowing that running her mouth wouldn’t help anything. “But this shit ain’t over!” She yelled toward Princess. “Yanna ain’t goin’ always be around!”

  Princess gave her the finger and then pulled her skirt up and mooned her. Of course she didn’t have on any underwear.

  “Whatever bitch! Your man loves this ass!” Princess yelled. “That’s why you mad!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, because that was just how we rolled.

  Chapter 2

  It was after two a.m. and I was waiting for Diablo’s ass to get home. I was hot as hell because he was supposed to have been back hours ago. The door opened and there he was looking all tired and shit.

  “It’s after two Diablo,” I said before he could close the door.

  “Don’t start Yanna,” he said and sat down on the sofa.

  “Don’t start? We been together long enough for me to question your ass. Where the fuck you been?” I asked.

  He gave me one of his warning looks.

  “Where the fuck have you been!” I yelled.

  Diablo pointed at me. “Didn’t I tell you not to start?!” He yelled.

  “Fuck that! Where the hell have you been Ablo? Don’t make me ask you again!” I had one bad ass temper, but he had one too.

  “Who the fuck do you think you yellin’ at?” He asked calmly.

  “I’m yellin’ at your ass! Now you better tell me where the fuck you been! Shit! I ain’t talked to you since ten o’clock! That was four muthafuckin’ hours ago! You been laid up wit’ some bitch? Huh?” I asked.

  Diablo rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and proceeded toward the bedroom, ignoring me. I demanded his attention, so I followed him.

  “What’s the problem Ablo? I don’t satisfy you no more?”

  He continued to ignore me as he took his clothes off.

  “Hello? Do you fuckin’ hear me?” I taunted him.

  “Look Yanna I’m tired a’ight,” he said and got into bed.

  “Oh, you’re fuckin’ tired? You done fucked that bitch all night and now you fuckin’ tired. What about me Ablo? Huh? Have you thought about the fact that your girl might wanna fuck!? Have you thought about that? Okay nigga, what am I s’posed to do about my needs?” I asked.

  “I ain’t been fuckin’nobody!” He yelled and turned away from me.

  I became even angrier. “Fuck you!” I yelled and started sniffing him.

  “What the fuck do you think you doin’ Yanna?” He asked.

  “You even smell like the bitch,” I hissed at him.

  The truth was that I didn’t smell anything. I just liked to get under his skin.

  Diablo grabbed me by my shoulders and pinned me down to the bed. “Look now; chill the fuck out before I put my dick in your fuckin’ mouth!” He yelled.

  “Mmm
, hell yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” I laughed.

  “Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

  “Ohhh, you got enough energy to fuck the both of us?” I asked playfully.

  “I’m gonna show your ass who the fuckin’ boss is,” he said and pulled my panties off roughly.

  “I thought you were supposed to be so tired,” I said tracing his ear with my tongue.

  “Yeah, but if I don’t put something in that pussy somebody else will,” he said sucking my breasts.

  “Mmmm, I’m glad you know that,” I said without thinking. Diablo knew that he had taken my virginity. As a matter of fact I hadn’t fucked anybody else.

  He stopped kissing on me and froze

  “Baby, I didn’t mean it like that,” I reassured him. “I’ll never give your pussy away.” That was enough for him so he continued with the foreplay.

  “I trust you baby. You’ll never betray me, ‘cause you know I love you,” he said as his tongue traveled past my belly button to that special spot.

  “Mmm, Ablo, ohh, yes…” I moaned as he sucked, licked and nibbled between my thighs.

  “Tell me you love me,” he whispered.

  “I love you.”

  “Say it again.”

  “Ohhh, Diablo Perez, I love you.”

  * * *

  The Cue Boys were rivals with the Street Kings. This fine cat named El was the leader. He was just as ruthless as Diablo when it came to drugs, money and territory. It was kind of funny because El looked like L.L. Cool J.

  Now El and Ablo hated each other with a passion. They tolerated one another as long as neither crew violated the other. The Kings were deep too and that spelled trouble. There was a war brewing between the two men, but it was a different kind than they had been used to.