Dirty South Divas

by Kia

  “I’ll call back in an hour.”

  “He hung up,” I said.

  “What he say about PJ?”

  “Said he would call back in an hour.”

  “So he talked to you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Didn’t talk shit?”

  “Nah.”

  “That nigga must got a damn authority complex with niggas.”

  “Maybe. Man, I just want PJ back. He don’t deserve none of this shit.”

  “Wait, so y’all think y’all ’bout to just pay them niggas and everything will be fine?”

  “Yeah. Ain’t that what they want?”

  “Thought y’all was smarter than that.” He shook his head.

  “What?”

  “Mane, y’all pay them niggas and PJ is dead.”

  “Yeah, but if we don’t, he dead too.”

  “Give them niggas that money. And see don’t they kill y’all and PJ the next day.”

  “Why?”

  “That’s how the game go. Bleek known for shit like that. Niggas die. That’s why I told that nigga not to fuck with Bleek on no money shit but he didn’t listen. He was so sure that he had this shit on lock. Now look at him.”

  “Damn. So what?”

  “Y’all gonna have to murk that nigga.”

  “Shit but I have to find out how we will find him first.”

  “It’s all good. I’ma help y’all niggas. This shit personal.”

  “Why?”

  “Percy is family. Nyssa is family. They didn’t have to do the game like that. Nigga ain’t stupid, they got my nigga robbed then came looking for money right after. That shit is greedy. And foul too.”

  “Shit fucked right now,” I said as we pulled into Kiest Park.

  “C’mon,” he said, leaning his seat back.

  Without hesitation, I began to go to work on his dick. Making sure to do it better than anybody had done it before.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Divine

  Two days later…

  “So what? We have to wait for him to come and kidnap us again?” Malina asked as we waited at an abandoned building for Johan to meet us.

  “Nah, he said we can follow him this time,” I said as I snacked on my ice cream cone from a local food stop.

  “Did he say what car he would be in?”

  “I don’t know, Malina, damn.”

  “Well you should. These some sneaky mothafuckas and I don’t trust them.”

  “Well, maybe you should have stayed ya ass home if you knew you would act like this.”

  “There he goes pulling up in the minivan,” Malina pointed out as we saw Johan pulling inside with a gray minivan that looked like it was used to lure little girls. All he was missing was the big hat and the candy. I looked and didn’t see Chola in sight, which was a good thing. With her crazy ass.

  “Follow me, ladies,” Johan said as he circled the parking lot and hopped in front of us. I was just ready to get this over with because being around these crazy mothafuckas put a bad taste in my mouth.

  “Look at him. Just smiling like his sister didn’t just try to kill us,” Malina said as she put her seat belt back on.

  “My thoughts exactly.” As we drove and drove, I began to notice that this nigga stayed far as hell. We started driving higher and higher up. We were now looking down at the city somewhat.

  Finally, we got to the same house that sat at the top of the hill, and it was even more gorgeous this time. When we parked, Johan’s soldiers wasted no time running out to check and car and take the bags.

  “Well hello to y’all too,” Malina said as they took our bags and walked away.

  “Ladies,” Johan said as he led the way through the double doors. “To the pool,” he said, pointing to the right as he waited for us to walk in front of him. When we finally got to the inside pool area, we all sat at the separate small tables, but still close.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “I wanted to say sorry for the way everything happened last time,” he said as he sat closer to Malina. I could tell he liked her. Malina would be a fool to pass him up. Hell, she was single.

  “No hard feelings,” Malina said as she grinned at him.

  Well look at that, I thought, she likes him too.

  “Business is business,” I added.

  “Correct. I heard it is never personal,” he said.

  “So, did you miss us?” Malina asked.

  “Actually, I did. I was just telling my father about it. It was a good thing that you two come early. Was that Bishops idea?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “I will let my father know,” he said as Chola walked out in all white, looking sexy as hell.

  “Johan,” she said as she waved him over.

  “Pardon me,” he said and walked over to where she was. He had on all white also. Looking like a Muslim, but with a gold chain on.

  “What do you think her crazy ass is saying?” Malina asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Divine, come here please,” Johan waved me over.

  “Yes?” I said as I walked up.

  “Chola needs you,” he said as Chola walked off, expecting me to follow. “Don’t worry, all of the money was there. You’re fine,” he whispered into my ear before he patted me on the back and sent me off. My heart pounded as I followed her, but I eased up when I saw that we weren’t going to the soundproof room.

  We went up the stairs and into a big ass bedroom that had two stories. That was crazy. The stairs led to another room inside her bedroom. It was so big that the door echoed as it shut.

  “Have a seat.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll have a seat with you,” she said as she sat in a gold chair across from the gold chair that she wanted me to sit in. after observing my surroundings, I had a seat.

  “Did Bishop alert you that he also had a pickup?”

  “No, he didn’t. I thought this would be it, and we would be done with y’all.”

  “Well, my father has given him another chance at making money, and loaned him thirty more bricks of cocaine.”

  “Does Bishop know this?” I asked.

  She laughed for the first time.

  “Of course. Why do you think you came early? So he can have more time to profit off the new shipment.”

  “That damn Bishop,” I said, shaking my head.

  “If you don’t want to, I will not send them with you. I imagine how frustrated you are and I understand. That’s why I wanted to talk to you in person.” Now that Chola and I were actually talking, I wanted to ask something.

  “I notice you speak better English. Why is that?” I asked.

  “Because I was here in America way before my father and Johan. They came after my mother and I had been here for a while. My father is also a God in Colombia, so he didn’t want to come until my mother begged him. And he brought my big brother, Johan.”

  “Wow,” is all I could say. Didn’t expect her to flat out answer my question like she did.

  “Forgive me if I offend you, but are you attracted to women?” she asked.

  I lit up with a smile. “Yes, I am.”

  “I am also. If it was fine with you, I wanted to exchange numbers so I can take you out to dinner tonight. Really wanted to apologize for everything.”

  “No hard feelings. Don’t worry,” I assured her.

  “Well can I still take you out for a drink tonight?” She asked.

  “Of course,” I said. I was thinking that I had time to get dressed, but Chola wasted no time.

  “Well enough. The sun is just about going down so I will have my driver take us to a place of your choice, and we will deal with the politics later,” she said, standing up.

  “What about Malina?” I asked.

  “I have a feeling that she will be just fine. Johan will keep her company. Are you ready?” she asked.

  “Do I need to change?” I asked. I had on so
me fitted spandex jeans, yellow top and black heels. My hair was pulled up in a ponytail with my baby hair out.

  “You look beautiful. Let’s go.” She grabbed my hand and led me to a stretch limo. I hadn’t seen a limo in a while.

  “Where to?” the driver asked.

  Chola looked at me.

  “Any nice Chinese bars downtown? The one where you sit on the floor?” I asked.

  Chola laughed. She knew what I was talking about. I just didn’t know the name. But she did.

  “Take us to Ebae’s please,” Chola said to the driver.

  “What’s funny?” I asked.

  “It’s Japanese.”

  “Oh okay, I’m not used to this shit, so bear with me,” I said.

  “Understood, my love.”

  “So, what do you like to do?” I asked her as we pulled off.

  “I like to make money.”

  “Besides that.”

  “I like to have a good time with friends,” she said as she looked out the window.

  “Really? Where are your friends?” I asked.

  “I don’t have any.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Just saying if I had friends, that’s what I would enjoy but I don’t.”

  “So what do you enjoy?”

  “I enjoy funny movies a lot and swimming.”

  “So why don’t you have friends?” I asked.

  “You really have to ask?” She gave me the side eye.

  “Tell me.”

  “Everyone thinks I’m crazy,” she responded while twirling her index finger around her ear.

  “Do you blame them?”

  “Not really. What about you?”

  “Well, I have cousins, but that’s it. No friends.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Why?

  “You’re so beautiful, I’m sure you have someone. Whether it’s a friend or boyfriend.”

  “Well, no I don’t. I’m single, and to be honest, I’ve had my eyes on your mean ass,” I said as I looked down at the city lights sparkling.

  She looked at me, then to the front of the limo. Finally, she let the middle glass window up so we could have privacy.

  “Let’s say we skip the bar,” she said as she lowered herself between my legs and removed my pants.

  “I’m with it,” I said as I helped her pull my pants down. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It may sound weird, but my eyes had been on her since the day she tried to kill us. It’s something about that dangerous love that did something to me.

  “You want it?” she asked, looking up at me and swirling her tongue around my thighs. For the first time, I noticed that she had a tongue ring. I didn’t know what her plans were with me, but I was open for the ride. She had me wide open, and from the looks of things, I had her wide open too.

  “Ummmm, you taste so good,” she moaned as her tongue ring twirled around my clit.

  She pulled my thighs over her shoulders and stuck two fingers into my pussy. It was obvious that she’d done this before, and the proof was in my quick orgasm. I exploded, but she didn’t leave any evidence. She licked everything away and sat back up in her seat like nothing had just happened. I slowly pulled myself back together and put my clothing back on.

  “You don’t want me to fix you?” I asked as I slid on my knees, preparing to take her into my mouth.

  “We can save that for later. For now, I want you to listen to me and listen to me very carefully.”

  “Is it bad?” I asked, not in the mood for any more bad news.

  “Not at all. Just a few things I want you to know.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Malina

  Though I was enjoying my time with Johan, I couldn’t help but to think about PJ. The man never called back an hour later, and shit wasn’t adding up. I was starting to wonder if this was really about money or was this personal. Shit was scary.

  “What’s on your mind?” Johan asked as he swam next to me and splashed water in my face. His ass was either goofy or he was really happy to see me.

  “Just thinking,” I said as I climbed the ladder and stepped out of the pool.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

  “Well enough. I will have the chef prepare us the meal of your choice.”

  “I’ll just take a salad,” I said as I sat at the table and dried off. As fine as Johan was, it just felt so wrong to be enjoying this moment, and PJ was still missing. If this was really about money, why hadn’t they called yet? Did this mean that PJ was dead?

  “Two salads,” Johan said into the intercom. I heard it throughout the house.

  “Johan, can I ask you something?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you let Chola kill us?”

  “Want to know a secret?”

  “Tell me.”

  “Chola was never going to kill you two.”

  “Huh? Well why did she pull her gun on us?”

  “I have no clue. But Chola knew that I wouldn’t let it happen, that’s why she threatened to do it in front of me. It was all a show.”

  “But why would she do all of that just to scare us?”

  “Maybe she wanted to impress your cousin. She really likes her.”

  “How do you know?”

  “She told me,” he said as he winked at me. Just then, the chef brought our salads out.

  “That don’t make no sense.”

  “That’s Chola for you. She doesn’t make sense sometimes.”

  “So wait… Chola really likes Divine?”

  “Yes. That’s why you haven’t seen Divine since you’ve been here.”

  That’s when I realized that Divine had been out of my sight for a little too long. “Where is she?”

  “Chola took her on a date. Allegedly,” he said.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, standing up. I wasn’t in the mood for games. Not when Chola was involved.

  “Relax. They went to have drinks, but don’t wait up.”

  “Why?” I asked, sitting back down.

  “Chola and Divine have a long night ahead of them. I was hoping we could take this time to get acquainted.”

  “Like how?” I asked.

  “I don’t want to beat around the bush, Malina, so I will tell you straight up.”

  “Tell me what?”

  “I want to make love.”

  I laughed. “Making love is for two people who love each other.”

  “Well, what’s the word I’m looking for?”

  “Fuck. You want to fuck.”

  “Yes. Let’s go have a fuck,” he said with much confidence, and it was so funny to me because he looked so adorable saying it.

  “No, Johan. Just tell me that you want to fuck. Not have a fuck.”

  “I want to fuck.”

  “I wish I could, but I’m on my period,” I lied.

  “I’m Colombian, not stupid. We just went swimming and I didn’t see a tampon or a pad.”

  “You were looking for it?” I asked.

  This mothafucka was smart as hell. That’s the reason he invited me for a swim, just in case I tried to use that as an excuse.

  “Yes, I was.”

  “So now you’re crazy?”

  “No, I want to have a fuck.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Nyssa

  “Y’all okay?” Divine asked over the phone.

  “Yeah, we’re cool. No arguing. Neiman been too busy with her other nigga anyway,” I said as I lay in my bed. It was kinda weird to be living with Neiman again and without PJ.

  “Okay, well we will be there tomorrow.”

  “Cool,” I said as I disconnected the phone.

  My heart was so heavy. I went to see Percy earlier, and he basically said that we were screwed one way or the other. If I gave Bleek the money, PJ was dead. If I didn’t, PJ was dead. So now I had two people on my hit list. And trust, when I found the mothafucka who h
ad been stalking me, I was going to over kill his bitch ass. All of this because of him.

  I had made some mistakes, true, but I didn’t deserve this, and neither did my son. Now that I had time alone, I had time to think about my past and what caused this chaos in my life. Two in a half years ago…

  “Was that him?” I asked Fila, my real baby daddy. We had been camped out at a hotel in downtown Dallas.

  “Nah, he gone.”

  “You think he knows we’re here?” I asked him as I watched Percy drive away.

  “Nah,” Fila said as he turned the TV back on.

  “Well, out of all places, how did he end up here?” I asked.

  “Maybe because he gotta bitch he fucking with up here,” Fila said.

  “Not funny.”

  “You act like you still love this nigga.”

  “You know I don’t, I’m just saying.”

  “Did you tell him that this baby wasn’t his?” he asked, giving me the once over.

  “No.”

  “So you plan on going back to him? I knew it. Bitch, get ya shit and get the fuck out!” He grabbed my bag and threw it into the hallway of the motel.

  “Fila!” I yelled as he flipped out and grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me out. Then he had the nerve to slam the door in my face. I was six months pregnant and big as a house. I couldn’t be outside. “Fila!” I continued to yell as I banged on the door but he didn’t answer.

  So I grabbed what I could and wobbled my way to the first floor. The hallway smelled like piss and as. Not to mention that it was infested with junkies who were on the stairs nodding off.

  “Ma’am, I just lost my daughter, can I please get two dollas from ya so I can catch the bus to the hospital,” a junkie told me as she fake cried. I was so used to these sob stories that it didn’t even phase me no more, so I just rolled my eyes and walked past her. “Bitch!” she yelled as she took everything out of my hand and ran for her wack-ass life.

  “Shit!” I yelled to myself when I realized that I had left my phone upstairs with Fila.

  “Need a ride?”

  I looked up and couldn’t see inside the all black Lincoln so I got scared. Then the window rolled down a little bit more and I saw that it was a white woman who looked like she had just gotten off work at the IHOP next door to us. Without really having a choice, I got into the back seat.