by Mazaradi Fox
“That’s enough, nephew,” Uncle Bruh said, grabbing DeMarco and pulling him toward the door as everyone got out of their way. Money and Chase followed. “Yo, Chase, take Money home and I’ll holla at you in the a.m.”
When they reached his car, Uncle Bruh waited for DeMarco to get in. He felt his nephew could fight, but he wasn’t a gun buster. DeMarco was just standing there looking back at the club. Uncle Bruh saw the guy and his friend coming out, then all he heard was, Boom boom boom boom boom! DeMarco was letting shots fly at the club doors.
Shocked and surprised by his nephew, he couldn’t move for a moment, then snapped back into reality. “Boy, get the fuck in the car!” he yelled as he leaned over and pulled DeMarco’s shirt as hard as he could.
DeMarco jumped into the car and slammed the door as his uncle pulled off.
* * *
Uncle Bruh pulled into the driveway of his crib forty minutes later.
“Yo, unc, why you takin me here?”
“’Cause you need to cool off,” he replied.
DeMarco stepped through the front door and walked into the kitchen, then pulled out the Dutch he had in his pocket. “Fuck!” he muttered when he realized it was broken.
“I’ll give you a Dutch if I can smoke wit you,” DeMarco heard from behind him. Turning around, he saw Mia standing there in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top.
Damn, her little ass is bad, DeMarco thought to himself. “I hope you got more than one,” he said out loud.
“We can’t smoke out here, so you gotta come in my room. My sister doesn’t smoke,” Mia said.
As she walked up the stairs, he couldn’t stop looking at her ass hanging out of the bottom of her shorts. Opening the second door off to the right, Mia stood there until DeMarco moved past her. She closed the door behind him.
“Sorry my room is a little messy,” she said as she slid her feet out of her slippers. She sat down on the bed and turned on the TV with the remote control. “I don’t have any chairs in here because I usually don’t let people in my room, so you gonna have to sit up here. Just take your shoes off.” She passed a Dutch to DeMarco.
He kicked off his sneakers and sat down next to her, then went to work cracking the Dutch and rolling it.
After three blunts back to back, DeMarco rested on his elbows high as fuck, watching the movie Juice. He wasn’t paying Mia any mind when she slid off her tank top, exposing her nice golden-brown titties. He felt her moving around behind him as she slid off her boy shorts and started rubbing on her clit. She laid there with her legs wide open, sticking two of her fingers in and out her pussy. Now that she had his attention, she pulled her fingers out and then stuck them back in. He felt his dick getting hard.
“Ever since the first day I saw you, I wanted you to fuck me every way possible. I don’t want no lovey-dovey shit. If you got a girl, you can save that for her. If I’m right—and I think I am from the looks of it—you are holdin down there. I want you to fuck me any and everywhere you want,” she said, licking her lips.
Never one to turn down pussy from a bad-ass bitch, DeMarco stood up and took off all his clothes until he was standing there naked and rock hard. “Come and wrap those Asian lips around this dick,” DeMarco said, holding his dick in his hand.
Crawling over to him, Mia grabbed the base of his dick while she licked up and down the shaft. Then she took him in her mouth and attempted to deep throat his dick.
Wrapping her long hair in his hand, DeMarco kept her head still as he face-fucked her, making her gag as he went in and out. A few more minutes of that and DeMarco was ready to kill her pussy. Pushing her back onto the bed, he got down on his knees, spread her legs damn near a full split, and then stuck his dick deep in her.
“Oh shit!” Mia yelled as DeMarco hit the bottom of her pussy. “Fuck me like we porn stars!” She grabbed her own legs and pulled them even farther apart.
Getting in the position like he was about to do a push-up, DeMarco started pounding on Mia’s pussy like he was trying to knock another hole in her.
“Ohhh yesss, yesss, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck! Damn, boy!” she screamed.
Rising to his knees, DeMarco put one of her legs on his shoulder, lifted her off the bed, and started bouncing away. From both legs on his shoulders to doggy style, he fucked Mia every way he knew and even made up some new positions.
Back with her legs on his shoulders, DeMarco felt himself building up to cum as he pounded on Mia’s pussy extra hard, causing her to yell out, “Oh my goodness, I’m fucking cumming!”
DeMarco kept going until he couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling out, he jerked his dick off with his right hand as he pulled Mia’s face in front of him by her hair, then came all over her face.
Taking the head of his dick in her mouth, Mia sucked out every drop before she curled up in a ball, shaking.
“You got my pussy on fire. Thank you!” she said before she fell out.
Laughing, DeMarco put his clothes back on, pulled the covers over her, grabbed another Dutch, and left the room.
* * *
Weeks had passed since the club incident and business was good for DeMarco on both sides. Sitting back in his crib, DeMarco couldn’t lie: he liked having LaLa around.
“Wassup, sexy?” he said as she stood in front of him with her shirt hitched up.
Having developed the habit of watching the news every morning since LaLa moved in, DeMarco pulled her on his lap and turned the TV on.
“A body was found around 2 a.m. on Jamaica Avenue,” the reporter said.
DeMarco started absently rubbing between LaLa’s legs, but she slapped his hand when something on the TV caught her attention.
“Yesterday in upstate New York, a police officer was killed when he responded to a silent alarm at a jewelry store. A shoot-out erupted as two criminals fired, killing the officer and the store security guard. Sometime this morning, police apprehended two suspects. Their names are Johnny Jones and Nicky Costolow,” the reporter said as a picture of Lil’ Nicky appeared on the screen.
“Damn, Lil’ Nicky, they gonna finish you!” DeMarco said.
“Babe, what’s wrong, you know him?’ LaLa asked.
“Hell yeah! We was locked up together,” he replied, shaking his head.
CHAPTER TEN
“Yo, who dis?” DeMarco was standing in front of his aunt’s crib.
“Wassup, you? I haven’t heard from you in a while,” Tiffany said.
“My fault, Tiff, I been mad busy, yo, word, but don’t think I ain’t been thinkin about you, ma.”
“Oh yeah? So that means you can come and break me off somethin real nice. I might even have a little surprise for you,” Tiffany said.
“Give me a half and I’ll be through.”
“A’ight, I’ll see you then,” she replied.
Just as DeMarco hung up, he saw Steph coming up the street. He picked up his book bag from the steps and slung it over his shoulder. “Wassup, cuz?”
“You, me, us, and money,” Steph said. “I heard about the little movie scene you had at the Q Club a couple weeks ago.”
“Who, me? Nah, that wasn’t me, cuz,” DeMarco replied with a smile.
“Um huh, don’t tell me nothin,” Steph said as they hit the corner of the block.
Looking around first, Steph slid the book bag off her shoulders and passed it to DeMarco as he did the same with his.
“Something’s in there for you too, cuz,” DeMarco said. “Speaking of which, I like the way you got them lil’ niggas holdin the block down.”
“Nah, I just got one open off my pussy. He controls the rest of them, and I control him,” Steph replied.
“That’s my cousin. I’ll get wit you later, a’ight?” DeMarco turned back around and headed down the street. He hopped in his car to drop off the money he’d just gotten from Steph.
* * *
Pulling up into Tiffany’s projects, DeMarco parked close to the building. He thought to take his gun, but changed his mind a
t the last second. He knocked on the door of her third-floor apartment and heard the locks click before the door opened.
“Damn,” DeMarco said as Tiffany stood in the doorway in a pair of red heels, a black thong, and matching bra. He hugged her and grabbed her ass.
“You like that?” she asked.
“You know I do,” DeMarco said, smiling.
“Well, I got something real nice for you tonight,” Tiffany said as DeMarco’s phone started ringing. “No, no, daddy, you all mine tonight.” She led him through the apartment. “I got a couple of people I want you to meet,” she said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
DeMarco stared at three chicks ass-naked on Tiffany’s bed.
“This is what I do for my daddy,” Tiffany said, then led DeMarco into the room and closed the door behind them.
* * *
Meanwhile across town, Uncle Bruh pulled up to his crib with a funny feeling in his stomach.
Something is off, he thought to himself as he went into the house.
“Wassup, baby, how was your day today?” he asked Meesha, who was sitting in the living room.
“Good, even though I just stayed around the house,” she replied.
“Where Mia at?”
“She upstairs in her room,” Meesha said. “You hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat something,” he replied.
* * *
DeMarco was laid out in the middle of Tiffany’s bed with all four chicks sucking all over his body.
“Hold up, Tiff. Watch out, bet, you can’t do this,” a chick named Sonya said as she moved Tiffany’s mouth from DeMarco’s dick.
DeMarco leaned up on his elbows as Sonya straddled him. Spreading her legs wide, she grabbed DeMarco’s dick and stuck it in her ass and started popping up and down like nothing he’d ever seen.
“Go Sonya, go Sonya, go Sonya!” the other chicks yelled as Sonya started bouncing even faster.
* * *
Over at Uncle Bruh’s house, Chase parked his whip next to one of Uncle Bruh’s BMWs, got out, walked up to the door, and then rang the bell.
“Ayo, Meesha, can you get that? It’s only Chase,” Uncle Bruh called out from the living room.
“What’s good, big bro?” Chase said as he headed inside.
“Shit,” Uncle Bruh replied.
Chase sat down as Meesha walked in with Uncle Bruh’s food. “You hungry, Chase?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m good, Meesha. I just ate a little while ago.”
“A’ight, I’ll be upstairs if you need me, baby,” she said to Uncle Bruh before kissing him and walking off.
As the two men talked about the last couple of weeks, Uncle Bruh passed a blunt to Chase.
Boom, boom, boom!
“What the fuck!” Uncle Bruh shouted and turned to the front door.
“FBI! Everybody on the fucking floor!”
Getting on their knees, Chase and Uncle Bruh just looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Time to play the game,” Uncle Bruh muttered to his nephew.
* * *
At Tiffany’s house, DeMarco was awakened by the sound of his phone ringing. Looking at his watch, he saw it was about 8:50. He slid out of the bed slowly so he wouldn’t wake anyone up, then stood at the foot of it getting dressed while looking down at the four naked women.
“Damn,” DeMarco whispered as he left the room. Getting into his car he checked his phone. He saw that he had missed a number of calls, but there were no messages.
Bumping an underground mixtape he got from his uncle, he pulled up to his crib. Not seeing the BMW, he figured LaLa wasn’t home.
He took a quick shower and sat in the living room to watch TV.
“In today’s news, the top story: Last night local police teamed up with the FBI and took down one of the biggest drug dealers in Queens, thirty-nine-year-old Brian Biggit, along with one of his top lieutenants. No other arrests have been made at this time.”
DeMarco was punching in Uncle Bruh’s number when his phone started ringing.
“Yo, who dis?”
“Come to the house,” Aunt V. said and immediately hung up.
DeMarco jumped off the couch, grabbed his keys from the table, and flew out the door. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up in front of his aunt’s house, noticing a black Range Rover sitting in front of the crib.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After getting word from his uncle, DeMarco was in charge of collecting the money that niggas owed and giving it to Meesha. Knowing he needed a little help holding down his uncle’s few blocks, DeMarco had Uncle Bruh’s shooter, Killer C take care of it. Three weeks had passed since Uncle Bruh and Chase were arrested and they still didn’t have a bail amount set. DeMarco went by to check on Meesha at least once a day and to roll around and get sweaty with Mia.
With LaLa’s stomach getting bigger by the day, he tried not to stay out all night anymore, but you know what they say: when you marry the streets, you marry the bitch for life. Things were running smoothly at first with Uncle Bruh locked up, but slowly that started to change.
* * *
DeMarco and Killer C went through 127th and Merrick to check on the block. When they pulled up in front, Ten-Ten—one of the little niggas who was loyal to his uncle—was standing outside.
“Ten-Ten, what’s good?” DeMarco said, getting out of his Legend.
“Same shit, yo, but wassup with unc?”
“Shit looking crazy still, but we just gotta wait and see what happens. But yo, who them niggas over there?” DeMarco pointed at three dudes up the block on the other side of the street.
“I was gonna ask you if you sent some niggas this way. They been up there for a couple days,” Ten-Ten said.
“Hell nah, I ain’t send them,” DeMarco said as he walked off toward the guys. “Can I help you, fellas?” DeMarco asked as he approached.
“Nah, we good,” one of them said.
“Not here you ain’t good,” Killer C called over.
DeMarco knew sooner or later niggas would try to move on these blocks now that the streets knew his uncle was locked up. Without another word, he pulled out his gun and smacked the closest dude across the face, dropping him. Killer C backed the other two up against the wall.
“Nigga, ain’t shit change because my uncle locked up, we still got this block! If I catch any of you tryna move on any block of mines, niggas is dead,” DeMarco warned, then turned and walked away. He had a feeling this might not be the last time he’d have to check niggas. Back at his whip he said, “Ayo, Ten-Ten, if those niggas show up again, call me right away, a’ight?”
“A’ight, I got you.”
DeMarco pulled off, leaving Ten-Ten on the block.
“You know they gonna come back, right?” Killer C said.
“I’m thinking that, which is why we gonna play the blocks close—especially that one—for a couple days. I’ll meet you out here every night at 10 for the rest of this week.”
“A’ight,” Killer C replied.
“I’m about to go check on shorty, so I’ll get up wit you later,” DeMarco said as they pulled up to his aunt’s crib.
“Handle ya business, my nigga, and I’ll get up wit you later.” Killer C gave DeMarco a pound before he got out of the car.
Taking a deep breath, DeMarco thought about his uncle as he pulled off.
* * *
It was a hot summer night. DeMarco and Killer C were outside on the block doing what they did best. There were fiends everywhere and money was pouring in like rain.
DeMarco noticed two women coming down the street dressed like hookers. One of them walked up to him and asked, “You got a light?”
DeMarco told Killer C to help her out as he stepped to the back of the car where the hammer was at; something about the situation felt funny. As he bent over reaching into the vehicle, he heard his boy say, “Oh shit, this nigga got a gun!”
When DeMarco stood up, the window of the car shattered. Ducking back down l
ow, he saw his boy run toward where he knew the other gun was. DeMarco made a move to run, but suddenly felt a pain in his left leg. Hearing shot after shot, he dipped back to give himself a second to think. Then, he was running and ducking while shooting back like he was a character in Scarface. He leaned against the side of a parked car, trying to catch his breath and slow his heart, which felt like it was in a drag race. As more shots flew, he looked across the street and saw Killer C firing.
“We gotta get up outta here before the cops come!” DeMarco yelled to Killer C.
They jumped into a rental car they left parked around the corner and checked DeMarco’s leg. They decided to go to the hospital, but left before the doctor came to ask any questions.
After that incident, DeMarco knew he had to get a stronger team. Killer C was known for laying his gun game down, but that wasn’t going to be enough. The block was making a lot of money and he wasn’t going to give it up so easily.
He called a meeting the very next day and enlisted a notorious hustler and shooter he admired named Chief and his crew. After a few weeks of working together, it became evident that Chief’s team was so strong that DeMarco had cats in every borough talking about them. If you blinked wrong, they would shoot you. Shit was getting hot and DeMarco had to figure things out, so he decided to take a trip out of town to visit a few of his cousins in North Carolina, deep inside the Dirty South. He’d hustled down there before, so getting to the money wouldn’t be a problem.
* * *
Once DeMarco reached down South, he picked up one of his country homeboys named Cash. They were going to see Michelle and one of her friends. He knew Michelle through his cousins, so he called her to slide through her house for the first time.
“Damn, boy, it took you months to come down here to my house,” she said, while chewing her gum. “DeMarco, you can have a seat. I’m not gonna bite you. Y’all boys from New York are crazy!”
DeMarco sat down and looked around, while Cash went to Michelle’s homegirl’s house. All he could think about was how he was going to fuck her.
“I got Henny if you want some,” she said.
“Yeah, I’ll take some with no ice,” he replied.
