Another Hood Love

by Jontu'

  After dinner, we met up with the squad at the club. We were told that we wouldn’t have any issues at the door, but we still had our fake IDs just in case they got to tripping. Gas Squad stepped in the club looking like new money, and as we walked to our VIP table, all eyes were on us. I began to sway my hips and bob my head as Kash Doll’s song “Run Me My Money” blasted through the club. Once we got seated, the bottles started coming and I could really get used to this scene. I liked the feeling of being a free spirit, blowing money and being surrounded by my niggas – the ones that I loved, trusted, and would kill and die for, but most importantly, the ones that would return the gesture. After popping bottles after bottles, we girls decided to go towards the stage as my cousin and his crew got ready to perform. They did a fifteen-minute set, and we did the most in front of the stage the entire time.

  As we were walking back to our booth, I was bumped by some fat bitch, so I pushed her ass back. Bitch wasn’t about to step her heavy ass on my damn pedicure. Soon as I did that, her partner snaked her neck

  “Unt uh, don’t put yo hands on my best friend,” I mugged the bitch and kept it pushing until I felt one of those dirty hoes grab my inches. I whipped around quick as hell and sent two straight in her grill. Bitches always fucked up by making the first move with no follow up. I pushed the bitch into her friend, and then came at her with a three-piece combo – no biscuit. Big bitches always thought they could do something because they were bigger, but my granny always said the bigger the bitch the harder she fell. Soon as her fat ass hit the ground, I lifted my heeled foot to stomp the bitch, but strong arms pulled me away. I was in a zone and once I was pulled away, I was happy to see that my whole squad was putting in work. Those hoes must have been in there deep, but they weren’t ready for Gas Squad.

  Once we were separated from the group of girls, I realized that these were the same hoes that we had that fight with at the lake. You would think the bitches learned the first time; shit, maybe I should have brought my razor out to play just to make an example. As we were exiting the club, I noticed a group of niggas off to the side fighting as well. I grabbed Jaeda and pulled her out the doors. One thing about Oakland is if you see niggas fighting, there was a 50% chance that there would be gunshots to follow. No matter how much security was in the place, somebody was getting in with their gun. No more than five seconds after our feet hit the sidewalk, we heard gunshots let off. I grabbed Jaeda and Lexis’ hands, and we made our way to our cars. I turned around and the guys were running toward us, guns down to their side. I didn’t know what happened, but I was just trying to make sure that we all made it to our whips safely.

  We left the club and headed straight to the freeway; Jaeda fired up a blunt and handed it to me. I was pissed because I had broken two nails beating on that gorilla-looking hoe. We all pulled up to the hotel at the same time; once we all piled out the car, you couldn’t even tell that we had just gotten into a big brawl.

  We made it into our rooms and as I looked at the guys, I knew something had gone down with them after we had gotten pushed out the club.

  “Aye, so what happened with y’all?” I directed my question at Rico, because he was the closest to me. He shook his head.

  “Man I guess them hoes y’all whooped on had some niggas that didn’t like how they were getting scraped on, and they came at us on some hype shit because they knew we were all together.” I shook my head.

  “Niggas rocked up like they really wanted they issue, so we gave it to them but soon as we started to get on them niggas tough, one of them niggas drew his banger and Jah pulled his.” I turned to Jah.

  “You shot the nigga in front of all them people bae?” I asked, afraid of his answer. I wasn’t afraid that he shot somebody because I knew my nigga was a hood nigga to the core, and I was rocking with him regardless; I was scared that somebody would be able to point him out and he would go down.

  “Yea bae, but I had B peoples stay back and take care of everything; ain’t shit to worry about.” I leaned into him and kissed him; I wouldn’t be able to deal if something happened to my baby. We chilled for a little while longer until I decided I wanted my nigga all to myself.

  “Y’all gotsta go, it’s been real but umm…y’all gotta cut,” I told the Squad.

  “Bitch don’t be trying to kick us out if you not dropping them draws tonight,” Sage turned to me and said.

  “Hoe don’t do me,” I laughed. Everybody always cracked jokes about Jah and I not being sexually active, but little did they know I was going to shake the good girl and let my bae get what was his tonight.

  I looked around and realized Jaeda and Tone’s nasty asses were already gone; they were too cute together – I just hoped they were using protection. The rest of the Squad left and I turned to my man and jumped into his arms. His light bright skin was so smooth and I loved to rub my hands up and down his arms; his broad shoulders and strong arms were so attractive to me. I began to kiss all up on his neck as he palmed my ass and buried his face into the crook of my neck. We began to kiss passionately, and the way his lips felt on mine was like magic. The shit we had was real, and Jah had electricity shooting between my thighs, my pussy was dripping in anticipation of what was to come. Jah had gotten me aroused plenty of times before, but I had never felt like this.

  “You not scared Rocky?” Jah whispered, clowning me about the fight earlier.

  “Nah baby, I’m ready for whatever.”

  He walked, carrying me effortlessly to the attached bathroom, and set me on the sink while pulling my romper down over my hips in one swift motion. I never had even felt him unzip me. I looked into his eyes as he dropped down to his knees, pushing my knees into my chest and pulling me to the edge. Jah licked his lips as he dove into my wetness face first. He began to suck on my pearl gently as he rubbed his thumb deep into my creamy center. I threw my head back as a feeling of pure satisfaction took over my body. I let out a sharp breath as he began to swirl his tongue deep inside me. Man, my baby tongue was the truth! I may have been very inexperienced, but whatever he was doing to me was making me feel like I wanted this forever.

  I began to grind my hips into his face and the feeling was explosive; I was riding a wave, and I swear I didn’t know what Jah was doing to me, but I loved it. He stood up and I just stared into his eyes as helped me down and walked me over to the shower. Jah reached in and adjusted the water before he dropped his clothes and helped me out my heels. Once we were fully naked, we stepped in the shower and it was on. Jah attacked my body like he was hungry and hadn’t eaten in weeks; as he sucked on my breast, he was rubbing my pearl in a circular motion and it was driving me crazy. After I had creamed all over his hand, he pulled me into him and grabbed his thick long pole, and rubbed the head along my lower lips.

  After getting me soaking wet, he pushed the head into me, I gasped as the head of his penis broke past my opening. Jah paused for a second before he inched in a little deeper; I was clenching my teeth because the pain was sharp, but Jah was taking his time while placing soft kisses all over my neck and face. The combination of his lips and the water on my skin had me ready to take the pain, because I knew the pleasure was coming. Jah plunged into me deep and I screamed out in pain.

  “Sshh, baby take it,” he said as he began to grind into me.

  “Oooh bae don’t stop” I moaned; the mixture of pain and pleasure was out of this world. Jah began to speed up, and I swear that feeling of ecstasy came over me again; we had a found a rhythm and I was matching Jah’s every stroke. I began to grind into him harder, rolling my hips as I gripped his biceps. Jah began to speed up and then I felt his hot liquid shoot up inside me. I leaned back trying to catch my breath; after about ten minutes, Jah washed me and himself from head to toe, and we exited the shower before he grabbed a condom and we went for rounds two, three, and four. By the time we were done, the sun had come up and we passed out, laid across each other in the king-sized bed.

  Jaeda

  It was my 16th b
irthday and I was faded. The blunts and bottles were overflowing, and I had the time of my life hanging with my Squad. This was definitely what we lived for. We were doing numbers in the streets and as young as we were, we had plenty of times like these ahead of us. My sister and Tone had went all out to make sure that I enjoyed my day, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Even with the fight jumping off and gunshots in the club, I still had a blast.

  Tone and I had snuck off from the Squad to go do our own thing. I was in love; Tone was really everything I needed and wanted. Even though I had nobody to compare him to, in my head he was in comparison to anybody. Tone grabbed my hand and practically dragged me down the hall. I was wobbly on my feet and stumbling behind him, and I didn't even have my heels on anymore.

  "Bae, where you taking me? Our room was right next door," I whined as I pulled away from him and leaned up against the hallway wall.

  "I'm trying to show you something and you fucking it up, all these damn questions blood." Tone leaned into my face and kissed my lips before he stooped down in front of me with his back facing me.

  "Hop on drunkee," he said as I jumped on his back. Tone carried me outside to the parking lot, and I was puzzled to what he possibly had to show me at three in the morning in the damn cold. Even though it was a pretty warm day, in the bay when night fell, the temperature would drop a lot.

  "Tone its cold, what are we doing out here? We can smoke in the room babe," I complained.

  Tone walked over to this all white BMW 750 with the white and platinum custom wheels.

  "This shit stubby, huh babe?" Tone asked me, cheesing his ass off.

  "Yea it is clean as fuck, but that doesn't explain why we are standing here staring at the next nigga car, babe!" I was starting to sober up from the brisk air and all I wanted to do was get a little freaky with my boyfriend, but he was definitely on some other shit. Tone laughed out loud, and then pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors to the Beemer.

  "Babe this you?" I asked, catching myself getting a little excited. He sat me on the hood of the car and stood between my legs as he wrapped his arms around my waist. We just sat there in silence for a second and enjoyed each other's presence as Tone buried his nose into my neck.

  "Nah lil ugly, this all you," he said as he placed the keys into my hand.

  "Whaaaat!" I screamed, "You bought me a car? Like no lie?" Tone started laughing, and I was shocked. I mean yes we were getting money, and I knew Tone loved me just as much as I did him, but a whole ass car was just outrageous. I was so shocked that I just sat there staring in his face. Here I was, just turned 16, and my boyfriend had bought me a foreign whip when he could have easily just bought me some Jordan’s and I would have been happy.

  "Cut that shit out bruh, if you ain't figured out yet that I will give you the world and everything else then I don't know what else to tell you. A nigga trying to show you how you supposed to be treated, so quit questioning me and let me do my thing, aite Jae Money?" Tone just poured his heart out to me, and at that moment I knew he was mine, and there was nothing anybody could do to change that. I didn't answer him because I had no words; all I could do was kiss him passionately. I hopped off the hood of the car and opened the driver side door, and looked in at the plush pecan-colored leather interior. My name was stitched into the steering wheel, and I was in awe of my whip. I loved my car and loved my dude my; birthday was for sure complete.

  "You’re a little too loaded to take it for a test drive right now, so you can do all that tomorrow," Tone said as he pulled me out the car and helped me back onto his back. We walked back into the hotel, and I was anticipating what was to come next. Tone and I were wild in the bedroom; it was like we just couldn't get enough of each other. I always felt the closest to him when we were having sex; when he was inside me, I would hold him so tight because I never wanted the feeling to end.

  As we entered our room, I jumped off his back and stepped out my dress, standing before him in a black Victoria’s Secret V-string with a matching push-up bra that had my C-cup titties sitting right. I walked over to the nightstand and hooked my phone up to the in-room radio as Usher and Rick Ross’s “Let Me See” filled the room. I had butterflies in my stomach, praying that I didn't wind up looking like an idiot after I finished what I had planned. I wasn't a girly girl, and I had never put on a strip tease.

  I started to wind my hips and tease my fingers through my hair as I walked slowly towards my baby. I saw his eyes twinkle just looking at me, and I hoped I didn't fuck this up. I had watched a few Beyonce and Ciara videos all week, just so I could learn a few moves. I dipped low, twirling my hips and opening my legs wide as I brought it back up. I put my all into this dance, because I wanted him to feel that I was all his. As I finished up my strip tease, I began to pop my ass – one cheek, two cheeks, both cheeks – and as I went to drop it low, I lost my balance and fell forward.

  "Aagh!" I yelled out; as I sat up, Tone was sitting on the bed laughing his ass off. He was laughing so hard he had tears. I was so embarrassed; I had done great until the very end.

  "That's what yo lil fast ass gets trying to be sexy, where you learn that sexy shit from?" Tone asked, still laughing.

  "Fuck you!" I whispered; I was embarrassed. I got up and went into the bathroom, and his childish ass was still cracking up.

  "Damn Antonio, it's really not that damn funny!" I yelled out the bathroom door. I grabbed his shirt and put it on before I came out the bathroom.

  When I walked out, Tone walked up to me with a silly grin on his face, and I bypassed him and jumped on the bed.

  "No, you doing all that laughing, don't touch me nigga," I said, trying to keep a straight face and get away from him by scooting to the edge of the bed.

  "My bad baby, you know that shit was sexy as fuck," he said in a low tone laced with lust. He climbed on the bed reaching for me, and this time I didn't move as he pulled me into his chest, biting my shoulder.

  "Ouch babe, stop!" I yelled; he laughed and did the same to my other shoulder. "Ouch, nigga it hurt," I pushed him as I threw a soft punch that landed on his chin.

  "Oh you want to play huh?" he asked as he threw me over his shoulder and bit down on my left ass cheek. I knew I was going to have marks all over after messing with him.

  Tone and I play fought for about 10 minutes, and I was winded. I laid across the bed trying to catch my breath as Tone dipped his head between my legs and began to slurp up all my creamy sweetness. Tone brought me to an orgasm quick. I was sounding like an asthmatic – he had me so out of breath. Tone began to kiss me from my thighs up my hips, across my belly and up my chest, all the way to my lips as he let the head of his penis tease the opening of my pussy. I was so ready I began to grind into him as he slipped right in. I gasped at the feeling that came as he entered me; this is where I wanted to be.

  Uncle Ken

  It had been a little over six months since my nieces had been added to my team, and I swear pushing them off the porch was the best thing I ever did. My own family was making me money, but the money I had coming in from the East side blocks had me feeling like the King of the city. Yeah, those girls and their little boyfriends were out there doing their thing. Shit, they were driving whips cleaner than my daughters and Tommy. I admired their little crew, Gas Squad. They were definitely ringing bells in the streets; they had a team of assembled hustlers, shooters, and hitters. They were all trained to go, and I loved hearing stories about them in the streets. When I would go out to hang at the motorcycle clubs, I would constantly hear about Gas Squad. My profits had increased by 3 times of what I was previously bringing in having them on my blocks in the East; they hustled hard and hustled strong, and it showed.

  As big as these kids were getting, I was going to have to remind them sooner rather than later who buttered their bread. I couldn’t have them thinking as though they could make it further without me – that was out. I’m the King of this city, and it is not a top if I’m not up there, so I hoped
they would continue with the way we had been running things, because I would hate to have to hurt anybody. I wasn’t the type that was trying to retire and pass on my legacy through my children. Fuck no, I was a stingy bastard and I knew it.

  Everybody under my roof had to kick in, but when I died, this business would die with me. No passing off the connect’s number or leaving bricks in case I didn’t make it. Nah; when I died, they would remember me and only me. They wouldn’t compare my son to me or anybody else, because I was definitely the man in this city. If my kids wanted their time to reign, they would have to start at the bottom and make their own name, just as I had.

  I respected the fact that my nieces didn’t want to do this forever at first, but with the amount of money that I was making with them on the block, I couldn’t afford to lose them. Laela and Jaeda had inherited that hustler’s mentality from their parents and I was happy to be the one to bring it out of them. They had the potential to be big time in the streets; they had the drive and street wit to build an untouchable empire, but I didn’t want them to get the idea that they were going to strong arm me out of mine, or takeover what I had built. Even though their mouths said this was temporary, I knew what money and power would do to a person. It was insatiable – the more you had, the more you wanted.

  I didn’t have time for anything to distract them from getting this money, and these relationships were bound to get in the way of it and I couldn’t have that. I was about to have a sit down with the Gas Squad, because money was the ultimate goal. I knew those girls were fucking, so I had Shae set them up with appointments at the Planned Parenthood so that they would use protection. I wasn’t about to be having no babies running around my damn house.

  I sat at my desk smoking a blunt to the face as I waited for the Squad to arrive. I thought about the approach I would take because I may have been selfish, but I was far from stupid. I wanted them to all remain loyal to me, but there was going to definitely be some understanding.