“It’s my crib that I stay in whenever I come out here for business.”
“Oh,” I nodded, having already assumed that.
“Hello, baby,” Risk licked his lips before puffing on his cigar. “Your friend can come back to Chicago too. You know I don’t mind.” He eyed Laine lustfully as we sat down.
“Risk, I really don’t want to go back. Why can’t you just let me live my life here? I’m happy and you have plenty of women.”
“It’s not about what the fuck I got. It’s about the fact that you disrespected me by running yo’ ass off after I told you not to.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t be able to convince you, will I?”
“Nope,” Risk chuckled, taking another puff.
“Well, if this is gonna be my last night here, then I guess we should make the best of it.” I grinned and looked at Laine who was confused as hell before she just smiled to go along.
“Now that’s better,” Risk nodded, looking to Cook, who he slapped hands with.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Laine whispered.
Ignoring her, I rose to my feet.
“Cook, you can get better acquainted with Laine, while Risk and I talk in private. That’s okay, right, daddy?” I licked my lips as I looked at Risk whose dick was already making a tent in his pants.
“Hell yeah,” he replied.
Looking over my shoulder, I said, “You good with that, Cook? Don’t tell me my best friend isn’t your type?”
“Nah, she’s definitely a nigga’s type.” He stared at Laine who smiled awkwardly at him.
“Show me the way.” I put my hand out to Risk, who got up and started leading me out of the den. I gave Laine a nod, and she exhaled nervously as Cook came to sit closer to her.
Once Risk and I were in one of the bedrooms, I pushed him down onto the bed. He chuckled, biting his lip as I yanked his shirt over his head. He kicked his shoes off, and I dropped down to my knees to unbuckle his slacks.
“Damn, I’ve been waiting for you to show me what that mouth do, baby.”
For as long as I’d been with him, I’d never given him head. I always got out of it because I would usually dominate him in bed, even though I was much less experienced than him… and most men. I thought I would hate to be dominated until I met Chaz who wasn’t having that shit, and made me be the submissive party. Now, I loved being thrown, gripped, and bossed around.
“Well tonight you’re gonna find out.” I nibbled on my lip as I pulled his boxer briefs and slacks down, keeping eye contact with him. I pocketed his phone when it tumbled out of his pocket and hit the carpet.
Once he was butt naked, I rose to my feet slowly, and acted as if I was gonna remove my jacket, but I really reached for my gun. When he tried to sit up, I panicked and let off a shot into his forehead. His eyes bucked, and he fell backwards, as blood soaked the sheets under him.
“Oh shit,” I whispered to myself, eyes wide as saucers. “Ooohhh fuck.”
Quickly leaving, I rushed to the living room where I heard panting and things being knocked over. When I walked in, Cook’s big self was getting his ass whooped by Laine. It would have been hilarious had I not been on edge from just killing a man.
Laine did some shit she must have learned from a Kung Fu movie, and Cook fell to the ground, groaning and yelping in pain, face covered in blood. When he tried to reach for his gun, Laine quickly grabbed hers.
PHEW! PHEW!
She sent two into the side of his head, and just stared down at the body.
“Get his phone and let’s go!” I yelled but not too loudly. She did as she was told, and then came to me so we could destroy their phones. We took the remains with us just in case.
We pulled our hoods up over our heads, and then rushed back to the car. I floored it out of there, and kept up my speed until we made it back to the freeway.
“You didn’t touch anything did you?” Laine asked.
“No, did you?”
“No. I almost clocked him with the lamp, but I didn’t want to leave any fingerprints.”
“I have to ask Laine, what happened?” I chuckled, thinking about her ass turning into Bruce Lee on Cook’s ass.
“He kept trying to put his hand down my tights. When I pushed his hand away, he cuffed my vagina so I punched him. After that, we were fighting.”
She started laughing because I was dying to the point where my back was hurting. We finally made it to the house, and after parking the car, we just sat there in silence for a little bit.
“So are we gonna tell the boys?” I questioned.
“I’m gonna tell, Shai. Just in case there is something we need to do to cover up.”
“Hmm, yeah, makes sense. I guess I will tell Chaz too, but mainly so he’ll know it’s taken care of.” Sighing, I asked, “Do you feel different?”
“I don’t think it’s settled in yet.”
“I can’t believe we did that shit, Laine. But thank you for coming. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She pinched my chin. “Going to the hotel with Chaz?”
“Yes. Give me your gun.”
She handed it over, then we hugged before she got out of the car and went up into the apartment building. I left to go to the Manhattan Beach hotel with Chaz, and by the time I got there I was exhausted.
“Why are you wearing all that damn black?” Chaz answered the hotel room door, frowning with his sexy ass. He had on boxers, basketball shorts, and socks. He was shirtless, showing off his deep caramel complexion free of blemishes and tattoos.
“I took care of Risk.”
“How?”
I’d spoken lowly, so he did the same.
“This?” I pulled the gun from my pocket.
“What the fuck, Erynne?”
“I’m sorry but he was threatening to make me go back! And if I didn’t he was going to kill you. I couldn’t let him do that!”
“Where’d you get the gun?”
“From a friend.”
“You trust that he won’t tell?”
“Yes. But if he does, he can go too.” I removed my boots.
“So what, you’re just a hairstylist by day and a murderer by night?” He chuckled, flashing his beautiful smile.
“If I need to be.” I was trying to act boldly, but the paranoia of getting caught was starting to settle in a little bit.
“Give me the guns so I can make sure it doesn’t turn back up. Where are the bodies?”
“Still at the place they were last breathing.”
“I’m gonna call Mischief so he can have some of his homies go over there and take care of it. They’ll do it for $100 and bag of weed.”
I laughed along with him.
“Well, I hope they do it right.”
“Oh they do.” He yanked me up from the couch. “But you got my dick hard as fuck right now from listening to this shit. Come over here and strip for me.” He walked off towards the bed, and I followed to do just what he’d requested.
Hopefully, Chaz’s and my problems would be over…hopefully.
Kordell
“Thank y’all for having us! We love y’all!” Chaz yelled over The Fonda Theatre where we were having another sold out show.
“We love you, Chaz!!!” a group of girls screamed, taking advantage of the fact that it was quiet at the moment. It made me chuckle and Chaz’s ass blush like a bitch.
“I love y’all more,” he replied.
I tossed my sweaty shirt into the audience because for some reason bitches wanted it, and after watching them tussle for it and rip it, I got off stage to follow Chaz. I saw Cassie and Erynne standing with one another in the back waiting for us, so Chaz and I moved closer to greet them.
“Hey, Kordell.” Some chick smiled, holding her thick hip.
“Can I help you?” Cassie frowned as Chaz and Erynne dipped off somewhere.
“I was talking to Kordell.”
“And anybody that wants to talk to him, needs to talk to me. So I’m gonna
ask you again, is there something I can help you with, and tread lightly?”
“Cassie,” I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her waist, trying to pull her, but she was resistant. “Ish! I told you to stop letting these groupies back here, man!” I shouted when I saw him a little ways down with that Kady girl.
“My bad, my nigga.” He shrugged and then turned his attention back to Kady.
“Groupie? Nigga, I ain’t no groupie!” the girl hissed.
“Then what you come back here for?” I pushed Cassie on, so that I’d be in between the two women. Taking her silence as a confirmation of the fact that she was a groupie, I said, “Exactly, to suck some dick.”
“Everything okay, boss?” some big burly ass nigga walked up on me. I was taller than him, but he was way fatter or more muscular. You know them muthafuckas where you couldn’t tell if they were fat or a body builder.
“Boss? Nigga, who the fuck are you?” I looked him up and down with a frown.
“Oh hey, Kordell. Ishmael told me you guys have been having a problem getting out of your shows lately because of the ambush of women, so I hired Brick,” Elicia appeared, smiling.
I watched Mischief and Laine approach us, before turning my attention back to her and this new bodyguard.
“Your name fits you well my nigga. But umm, nah, it ain’t no problem right?” I looked over my shoulder at the groupie who rolled her eyes and started off.
“Cool.” Brick nodded. “I’ll be at the front with Chaz and his lady, waiting for you so I can get y’all out.”
“Oh I’m good”
“No he’s not! Some bitch ripped his shirt last time,” Cassie opened her big ass mouth.
“You talk too damn much. I’m gon’ have to put something in it to keep you quiet.” I was dead serious but she chuckled as I took her hand into mine, before I dapped Mischief up with the free one before hugging Laine.
“I don’t think we’ve met.” Laine looked to Elicia.
“Oh, I’m Elicia, the boys’ assistant,” she smiled.
“Not my assistant.” Mischief palmed his chest and looked at Laine who nodded. Punk ass. I felt Cassie staring at the side of my face, so I refused to look her way.
“Hey guys! We’re about to go eat, did you wanna come?” Kady walked up with Ishmael, and Mischief just chuckled. We made eye contact because we were thinking the same thing; Nuzi had no idea how close Ishmael and Kady were. He probably thought she just liked him.
“Yeah, come on, I’m hungry,” Laine agreed.
“Yep feed my baby,” Mischief draped his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her temple.
“Excuse me, you can’t be back here,” Elicia said to some woman. She wasn’t dressed up like most hoes when they tried to come to the back and fuck with us, and she was holding a brown manila envelope.
“Oh, I just need to deliver something to a…” she looked down at the envelope and back up, “Kordell Benjamin.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Mischief quizzed.
“Come the fuck on!!!” Chaz hollered, waiting by the bodyguard and Erynne. We ignored his ass.
“I’m simply a courier. Are you Kordell Benjamin?” she replied to Mischief.
“No, I am.”
“You’ve been served.” She turned on her heels after passing the envelope off to me, and then pranced out.
“What?” Cassie quizzed lowly as I opened the shit up.
My eyes darted across the document, and once I realized what it was, anger overcame me. It seemed like every time I got shit going in the right direction, something else had to come out swinging to fuck me over.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
“What is it?” Ishmael quizzed as Chaz and Erynne walked up to us, holding hands.
“That nigga Jude is pressing charges for assault. I swear to God he’s a bitch. And he got a restraining order against me.” I laughed maniacally.
“Oh shit,” Laine covered her mouth.
“Did he press charges against you?” I asked Mischief and he shook his head ‘no’. “What? You pulled a damn gun out on his ass!”
“Yeah but I didn’t black his fucking eye. Laine said his face was swollen on that side. He couldn’t even go to his meetings,” Mischief chuckled along with everybody else except Cassie. This shit wasn’t funny to me at all.
“Nothing we can do now, so let’s go eat,” Laine smiled.
Everyone started towards the exit so Brick could help us out, and I just read that document over and over again. I forgot Hollywood niggas were nothing like the muthafuckas I grew up with in the hood. Them niggas like Jude didn’t give a fuck about being called a snitch, or involving the police in shit. Bitch ass nigga.
I was gonna pay his ass a visit for sure.
All of us went to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles in Long Beach since that location was pretty much close to where everyone was retiring for the night. The trip was a fucking mess though, because people were acting a fool upon seeing… shit damn near the whole crew. Chaz, Mischief, and I weren’t the only ones with some recognizable faces. Cassie, Laine, and Kady had quite a few fans acting dumb too.
It was just too much chaos, so the restaurant asked us to leave in exchange for getting our food for free. We agreed of course because it wasn’t even comfortable anymore with the way people were acting.
Once our food was made, everyone went their separate ways.
“I’m sorry about all of this, baby,” Cassie said as we ate in my kitchen. It was dim since it was nighttime, and we didn’t bother to turn on the damn lights.
“Sorry for what?”
“This thing with Jude. If I hadn’t been ignoring you, you wouldn’t have showed up and hit him. And then you wouldn’t have this lawsuit.”
Chuckling as I wiped my hands with the napkin, I said, “Cassie, there are plenty of niggas out there that would have handled that shit differently than I did, so don’t blame yourself. I chose to punch that muthafucka because I was pissed. Do I regret it? No, because he was stupid enough to try me while I was obviously in a fit of rage. But it’s not your fault, I just have crazy moments.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“I hope I’m not the reason you don’t live in that house no more. I mean I’m happy as fuck that you don’t, but I just don’t wanna be fucking shit up for you.”
“Well, it was because of you in a way, I found out, but it’s a good thing. I was tired of living separately from Melody.”
“Then I don’t feel so bad.” I yanked her chair closer to me, and she cupped my chin to plant a kiss on my lips. My dick was at attention in less than a millisecond, so I put her on her back right there on the kitchen floor.
***
The next day…
I’d followed Jude’s bitch ass all day, and he’d pretty much been going to a lot of commercial spots, aka, places that had cameras. I wanted to confront his ass, but I knew if I did it in front of a place that had security systems, him snitching on me about violating the restraining order wouldn’t just be his word against mine.
I followed him onto a residential street, and nodded with a smile, knowing this would be my chance. Nigga had me all the way out in Woodland Hills on a quiet ass street with a serious ass incline. I swear I’d never been to this damn city, and for good reason; the shit was far as fuck. I watched him get out of his car, and when he went to open his trunk, I exited my whip as well. Creeping up behind him, I tapped his shoulder, prompting him to turn around and damn near shit his pants.
“So, you out here snitching, nigga?” I looked down at him, and he clearly was at a loss for words because he was still quiet with his mouth ajar.
“I-I have a restraining order against you!”
“Oh, this?” I held up the paper. “You thought a little sheet of fucking paper was gon’ protect you, nigga? You know what they do to rat ass niggas like you in the hood?”
“Mr. Benjamin, I advise you to—”
“Shut the fuck up with all that bullshit and answer the got damn
question nigga. I have no problems letting one off into yo’ whopper candy shaped ass head.”
“I don’t know what they do—”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Get in the trunk.”
“What? I’m not gonna—”
“Get in the fucking trunk right now,” I hissed, lifting my hoodie to show him the burner sitting in my waist.
He looked around, and when I say it wasn’t a soul in sight, it really wasn’t. It was an early Wednesday morning, and clearly all the rich ass niggas that resided over here were out doing whatever the fuck they did to get rich. I didn’t even know what he was doing here, but then again, I didn’t care.
Jude slowly climbed his short ass into the trunk, and looking down at him, I couldn’t help but to laugh at his stupid ass. No way some nigga would have me folding my ass up into a trunk, especially not of my own damn whip.
“Now, I suggest you drop the charges or shit may get worse for you, homie.”
“Either you leave me be, or Cassie will pay—ah!” he yelped when I cracked his jaw. It was out of reflex for him even mentioning Cassie. “You mutherfuc—”
BAM!
Covering my hand with the end of my hoodie sleeve, I shut the trunk of his car, and then jogged back to my old ’94 Toyota Corolla that had a fake random plate on it. I then sped off, lighting my blunt when I got to the red light. Shit, I hoped this car made it out of this city before cutting off.
Blowing out smoke, I prayed that Jude dropped the charges because if not, I was gonna send some people after his ass. I would love to do that shit myself, but that restraining order made it difficult. Took up most of my damn day just to punch his ass in the face. So nah, I was gonna get the homies, the ones who wouldn’t snitch for shit and would handle his ass. For Jude’s sake, he better not had taken my threat lightly, and he better not fuck with Cassie’s career.
Chapter Six: Laine
“You aight?” Mischief hugged my naked body from behind once he got back into the bed.
It was around 10 p.m., and all I could think about was the fact that I’d killed someone. A part of me felt like I was going straight to hell, no matter how many times I went to church or prayed. Then the other part was proud that I’d helped get my best friend out of something that would have eventually harmed her, or worse, killed her.
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