“Okay, whatever you say,” Black said.
“Look, I keep tryin’a tell you I didn’t come here to play games wit’ you. I’m here on business so let’s get down to it!” I said trying to keep myself from making eye contact.
“Fiesty.” He laughed before purring like a kitten.
This nigga was nuttier than a PayDay candy bar.
“Look, I’m a business woman so I don’t have time to waste. Did you do the job or not?” I asked impatiently, needing to get as far away from Black as possible. His presence had me feeling horny all over again.
“Hmmmmm, I can respect that,” he said while making circles around me.
“Good,” I replied, always having to have the last word just like my momma always said.
“Bring me the old fucks!” he shouted, making me jump as his voice echoed throughout the warehouse.
We waited a few minutes while two of his dudes dragged the Davidsons in. They were both tied up, with duct tape over their mouths and bleeding profusely.
“What the fuck! They’re not dead; we had a fuckin’ deal!” I shouted, confused.
“That we did, but you intrigued me wit’ your feisty attitude,” he said putting his face in mine.
“What the hell are you talkin about?” I asked, taking a step back.
“You got a lot of potential to be a true boss bitch. I mean you’re almost there but somethin’ missin’,” he said.
“Excuse me? I am a boss bitch,” I said, defending my title to the fullest.
“Not quite. You see, you can’t have a heart in this game and you have a big one and that’s what’s holdin’ you back,” he schooled, telling me the exact thing Budz had told me several times before. I guessed I just couldn’t help it.
“I don’t have a heart. I’m heartless as they come,” I lied.
“You care too much for people and that’s gon’ be your downfall in this game unless you change that,” he said in his sexy accent while pulling a nine out of his inside jacket pocket.
The sight of Black’s gun almost gave me a heart attack, but I knew I couldn’t show any signs of fear or he’d know that I really was soft as fuck!
“You gotta be ruthless and willin’ to take out anybody at any given time in this dope game,” he said while caressing his gun. “You gotta be cold as ice.”
I watched in silence as he continued to school me.
“You even gotta be willin’ to take ya own momma out if it came down to it. So bein’ heartless is the only way you gon’ ever be able to serve in these streets.”
I continued to watch as Black rubbed the gun up against his chest and held it.
“So, do you think you got what it takes to be able to survive out here much longer wit’out ya nigga?” he asked.
“I’m a survivor and I plan on bein’ out here in these streets just as long as anybody else,” I answered with a cocky attitude.
“Is that so?”
I shook my head yes.
“Then prove it,” he said, cocking the gun and handing it to me. I had no other choice but to take it.
“Wait a minute; I paid you to do it!” I panicked. There was no way I was about to kill this old couple. Yes, I wanted them dead before, but now I really didn’t know what I wanted.
“It don’t matter. I know you ain’t nothin’ but a scared little girl who wants to act like she grown. I figured that out the one day you pulled ya li’l punk-ass .22 out on me. I could tell you weren’t gon’ use it; you had fear in yo’ eyes, the same fear you have in yo’ eyes right now,” Black said.
Black was right. I was a scared little girl. But my eyes weren’t the only ones filled with fear as I looked over at the Davidsons. Why did I have to get myself into this bullshit? I shoulda listened to my momma a long time ago. I wished I could take it all back. I wasn’t a killer; who was I fooling?
“There you go feelin’ sorry for muthafuckas,” Black said as I stared at the helpless couple. “You just showin’ me that anybody can make a fool outta you! You talk a good game but it’s all bullshit!”
“I’m ready to go,” I said, not being able to take it anymore. Black’s truth was eating me up. This nigga didn’t even know me and was pulling my ho card after one meeting.
“Not before you prove to me that you a real boss bitch,” Black said walking up behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his body before grabbing the wrist I held the gun in. For some reason it felt like my arm was being weighed down by a ton of bricks. My hand shook as he lifted it up, pointing the gun at Mr. Davidson.
“No, I don’t want to,” I said shaking my head, adamant as the tears began to roll from my eyes.
“Yes, you do,” Black said, with his lips pressed up against my ear.
“Please, Black, just let me go home,” I begged. It felt like my knees were about to buckle right from underneath me.
“You can’t feel sorry for these snitchin’-ass muthafuckas, Blu. Remember they are the ones who tried to fuck wit’ ya money. And besides, it’s too late. We can’t let ’em go ’cause if we do, you goin’ to jail for the rest of yo’ life while they sit on the front porch readin’ the paper sippin’ on their early mornin’ coffee,” Black said.
“So, I’ll just do the time,” I cried.
“You can’t do a day behind bars wit’ ya scary, crybaby ass. All that cryin’ shit don’t mean a thing. Go ahead and do it,” he whispered in my ear.
I watched as tears rolled down Mr. and Mrs. Davidsons’ faces. Deep down I knew these innocent people didn’t deserve to die; all they wanted to do was keep their neighborhood free from drugs. But Black was right; if I didn’t, I would be spending the rest of my days behind bars, and God knows I didn’t have that in me to do. So without hesitation and assistance from Black, I pulled the trigger, shooting Mr. Davidson in the head, killing him instantly, before quickly turning the gun on his wife and shooting her right between the eyes.
“Good girl,” Black said as I let my arm fall down to my side, letting the gun drop to the floor.
“I gotta go,” I said mentally, physically, and emotionally drained and slowly turned to walk away.
“Wait a minute,” Black said, stopping me in my tracks.
I turned around and watched as Black walked behind his desk and grabbed the two duffle bags of money I had given him.
“Here, take this wit’ you,’ he said, tossing them at my feet.
I looked at Black with a confused look on my face.
“This one’s on the house.” He smiled.
“Why are you givin’ me my money back?” I asked.
“You deserve it, boss bitch.” He winked before turning to walk away.
Without saying another word, I picked up the two duffle bags and headed out to my car. I threw the money in the back seat, got in the car, and cried like a baby.
Chapter 18
Welcome Home
It had been almost two months since I’d murked the Davidsons in Black’s warehouse. I can’t even lie, at first I was fucked up behind it. Waking up in cold sweats, getting paranoid every time I seen a cop car, and I’d even started smoking bud on a regular just to keep my nerves calm. I went to my mom’s house afterward and cried on her shoulders. She didn’t want to know what I had done, not wanting to incriminate herself. All she had to offer was some advice. She told me whatever it was I’d done was a lesson learned and either I could continue dwelling on it or get over it and move on with my life without looking back. This was the first time I’d ever taken advice from my mom and put it to good use. After talking to her, the remorse I’d felt for killing the Davidsons diminished. They deserved what they got and I had it made up in my mind that if anyone else tried to cross me, they’d get it too. I buried myself in building my and Budz’s empire; everything and everyone else became nonexistent.
I was making last-minute preparations for Budz’s coming home party. As I came out of the party supply store I noticed a white rose lying on my windshield. I looked around to se
e if I could see who left it. Not seeing anyone but a white couple walking through the parking lot, I picked up the rose and put it up to my nose smelling it. I then quickly got in my car and locked the doors. Somebody must have been following me. I didn’t like secret admirers at all. I tried to figure out who could have left me the rose as I drove to Nikki’s house to decorate; coming up with nothing I tried to let it go.
I was super excited about Budz’s release. Tomorrow at this time I would be lying in my man’s arms. To me it felt like it was a long time coming but I knew it would be well worth the wait. While me, Nikki, and Sierra were decorating my cell phone began to ring.
“Hello,” I answered without checking the number first.
“Hello, gorgeous,” the voice said.
Without alarming Nikki and Sierra, I walked out on the porch to continue my conversation. “Who is this?” I asked.
“Stop playin’; you know my voice,” Black said.
“What do you want, Black?” I huffed, lightweight happy to hear from him. I hadn’t heard from him or seen him since that night at the warehouse.
“I heard you were havin’ a party and I was just callin’ to see why I wasn’t invited?” he asked.
This nigga knew a little too much for me. While Budz was talking about paying Black a visit, he betta watch his own back. It was crazy because I had no way of warning Budz about Black without revealing the fact that I knew him.
“I apologize, maybe next time,” I replied, sarcastically.
“You promise?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, laughing.
“Well I will definitely hold you to that,” Black said.
“Hey, did you leave a white rose on my windshield today?’ I asked, hoping it was him so I could find out who my admirer was.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about, sweetness. I’m not that romantic,” he said, sucking his teeth.
“Whateva, it was you,” I said, hoping he would give in.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said.
“Well how did you know I was at the party store today if you weren’t the one who left the rose on my windshield?” I asked, catching him up.
“Ya girl Nikki got it all on Facebook and Instagram, that’s how,” Black said, bursting my bubble.
“Oh,” I said, slightly embarrassed.
“Tell ya girl, ya dude got too many enemies to be puttin’ his business all over social media,” Black said.
Black was right, Nikki didn’t have no business putting Budz’s coming home party on them sites.
“What did you call me for?” I asked, disregarding him telling me what I needed to do.
“Oh, I can’t just call and check on an old friend?” Black asked.
“Black, we not friends,” I replied.
“Wow, you are so cruel. I see you finally learned.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“What you smilin’ for?” he asked.
Damn, how he know I was smilin’? “Nigga, I’m not smilin’,” I lied.
“Yeah, a’iiiight.”
“Black, I gotta lotta work to do so I better get off of here,” I said, not really wanting to end our conversation.
“When you gon’ make time for me?” Black asked, boldly.
“Huh?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m not. Black, you know I got a nigga.”
“And?”
“And I’m faithful.”
“For how long?” he asked.
“I don’t know. ’Til he give me a reason not to be I guess,” I said, unsure.
“Who you tryin’a fool, me or yourself? You already know you can’t fool me.” Black laughed.
“I’m ’bouta go, Black,” I said, not knowing how to properly respond to his question. I didn’t know why I was always tripping over my words when it came to him.
“Until we meet again,” he said hanging up.
I looked at my phone and shook my head before going back into the house to help finish decorating.
The next morning I picked Budz up from the correctional facility. I couldn’t wait to get him home and fuck the shit outta him. After making love for hours, we both got dressed. I told him I had a surprise for him. I called ahead and told Nikki we were on our way over. As soon as we walked in, all his workers, Miguel, and some randoms I was quite sure heard about the party on Facebook or Instagram all yelled, “Surprise.” Budz was happy as hell everyone had gotten together for him. We barbecued, played spades and dominoes, and smoked more weed than the law allowed ’til the wee hours of the morning. I was so exhausted from getting this party together I was ready to go home and go to bed. I saw all the fun Budz was having and didn’t want to spoil it for him. I told him I was leaving and would see him when he got home. I fixed me a plate and headed home and went straight to bed.
Chapter 19
Trickin’
“Oh, shit, Budz, fuck me harder,” Nikki yelled as I pounded the fuck out of her asshole. Normally, I wouldn’t even fuck wit’ a bitch like Nikki, but I’d never met a freakier bitch and her pussy was the bomb, the best I’d ever had I must admit. I can’t front, Blu pussy was good too, but she had nothing on her girl! If it wasn’t a shame, I would have had Nikki give Blu some pointers in the bedroom.
“Take this dick, bitch!” I moaned while pulling her half glued in tracks. After a few more pumps, I finally came all over her back and ass. She waited patiently for me to get it all out.
“Damn, baby, I missed this dick,” she said climbing out of bed as I lay down trying to catch my breath.
“I know; now where’s my money you collected today?” I asked.
“Wow, so you fuck me and then get straight to business, huh?” Nikki asked as she got dressed.
“You damn right.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she said, going to her top drawer and pulling out three stacks. “Here,” she said, handing me my money before climbing in the bed, lying down next to me.
I counted the money, making sure it was all there. Nikki was no fool; she knew if I was a dollar short, that I would off her top in a heartbeat.
“Ay, you know a nigga named Black?” I asked, trying to see if anyone knew how I could find this nigga.
“I already told you before I knew of him,” Nikki said, before rolling over, pulling a blunt off the nightstand, and lighting it up.
“Oh yeah, you did, didn’t you?” I had asked so many people about this nigga I had lost track of who all I asked. This nigga was hard as hell to track down.
“If I’m not mistaken I think I heard Blu mention him a time or two. But I don’t know him personally.”
“That nigga fuckin’ wit’ my business,” I said before catching on to what Nikki had just said.
“When you gon’ kick Blu to the curb and make me yo’ main bitch?” Nikki asked, disregarding what I had just said about Black. If I didn’t know any better I would have said she was tryin’a change the subject on purpose.
“Did you say Blu know this nigga?” I asked, making sure I heard right, ignoring Nikki’s dumb-ass question.
“Not that I know of. I said I heard her mention him a few times,” Nikki said, taking a pull from the blunt and passing it to me. “Are you gon’ answer my question?”
“Look, we done talked about this shit before and we not gon’ keep talkin’ about it! Blu is my girl and you just a bitch I fuck from time to time,” I said, taking a few pulls of the blunt before putting it out in the ashtray. I could tell I hurt her feelings, but I didn’t give a fuck. I dealt in drugs not feelings.
“Damn, nigga it’s like that?” Nikki asked slowly.
“It’s always been like that; ain’t shit changed!”
“Wow,” Nikki said climbing back out of bed.
I liked Nikki and all, but the bitch was a nineteen-year-old stripper, with three kids by three different niggas looking for someone to take care of her. Blu was sixteen and took care of my business and hers so what I look like making Ni
kki anything other than she was: a fuck buddy?
“You hungry?” Nikki asked.
“Naw, I gotta go home,” I said, climbing out of bed grabbing my clothes to get dressed.
“Damn, already?” Nikki asked.
“It’s six o’clock in the mornin’. This was my first night out. I shoulda been at home fuckin’ my girl, but instead I’m over here fuckin’ my girl’s best friend! Now I’ll holla at you later on,” I said putting on my shoes and walking out of Nikki’s bedroom. I could tell she had an attitude but she’d be all right as soon as I gave her some more of this dick. I thought about Blu as I headed home to her. I hated fucking other bitches on her, but I couldn’t help it.
I walked in the house and headed straight to our bedroom. I smiled down at Blu who was sound asleep. I got undressed and climbed in the bed behind her. I pulled her into me, smelled the clean scent coming from her hair, and kissed her on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning after eating the deliciously prepared breakfast Blu had cooked, it was time for me to get back to my business.
“What time did you make it in last night?” Blu walked in the bathroom and asked as I showered.
“I don’t know. I think around three,” I lied.
“I’m sorry I left, but I was tired,” she said.
“It’s cool, baby.”
“A’iiight. Well I’m ’bouta run over to my mom’s house; she need some work,” Blu said.
I was happy that Blu and her mom had worked out their differences. I was even happier that her mom was now spending her money with us instead of our competition. “Okay, be careful,” I said, as I rinsed the soap off my body.
“I will. Oh and the mail is on the table. There’s a letter for you wit’ no return address on it,” Blu said before walking out of the bathroom.
“Okay.” I finished showering and getting dressed. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the table. I picked up the stack of mail and looked through it. I came across the letter Blu was talking about and opened it up.
Powder Blu Page 10
