by T'Anne Marie
What the fuck is this nigga on? Whack thought to himself. He knew it had to be some grimy ass shit, especially since he asked him not to tell Notorious.
“He supposed to call me around two with the location. So, we can jus got to the rooms and relax until I get that call,” Notorious replied, breaking his thoughts.
“Aw ok, ok. That’s perfect then cuz a nigga could use a power nap.” The two headed for the hotel to wait for Pablo’s call.
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Carmen sat in the all-white room of her house trying to figure out what to do for the day. She had just dropped Baby Shad and the twins off at The Mills Mall to see a movie and Kyra was at the Africans getting her hair braided. She picked up her phone and decided to see if Kim was free. She figured she’ll see what she was about before bringing her around Whack and into their bedroom. She hadn’t heard from her since they were texting a few days ago. She told her she would call but she forgot after her husband started to question her about Black.
Carmen: Hey boo! Wyd (send)
She must have had her phone in her hand because she replied right back.
Kim: Shit! Still waiting on yo call from 3 days ago????????
Carmen busted out laughing at the emoji faces she sent with the message. She could just see her making them.
Carmen: Lol I’m sorry baby face, something came up. U at work or can I come pick u up?
Kim: 3616 Laurel… I’ll be ready in 30!
Carmen laughed. This girl don’t be playin, she thought. She headed to her bathroom to freshen up. She pulled one of the many mini dresses she owned out of her closet and put it on. She fingered her long flowing Brazil hair to her liking and looked over herself to make sure everything was on point. She grabbed a pair of Tory Burch sandals and put them on her feet. She then snatched her Tory Burch bag and her keys off of her dresser and headed out the door. When she got in her car, she punched Kim’s address in to her GPS. “While the husband’s away, the wife shall play!” She giggled and pulled out of their garage.
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Notorious and Whack sat at the table of one of Pablo’s restaurants as they waited for him. “I hope this nigga dope and prices are as sweet as he claim em to be,” Whack said, as he sipped on a glass of Hennessy straight on the rocks.
“Unk say they is, so I believe him.”
“Nigga, Unk been locked up for 20 fuckin years; how you gon take his word for any damn thing?” he spat with a screwed up face.
“Nigga, what the fuck that mean? You already know him and my pops made all kinds of shit happen for us behind them walls! Shit, them niggas know more than what the fuck we know and we out here with the shit!” Notorious shot back.
“Well, we gon see then. And where the fuck this nigga at? He five minutes late already, this bad fuckin business!” Whack seethed, as he shifted impatiently in his seat.
“Nigga, chill the fuck out! Damn! He five fuckin minutes late WOW! The nigga might be in traffic. Jus be patient.” Notorious was beginning to become aggravated. He didn’t know what Whack’s problem was but he was sick of it.
“Man whateva! I’m goin to the bathroom!” Whack waved him off and headed towards the restroom. When he got in there, he went inside of one of the private stalls. After removing the cap from his glass tube, he snorted a small pile of coke through each nostril. He placed the cap back on tightly and exited the stall. He looked in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have any residue on his nose. After seeing he was good, he headed out the bathroom, back to the table. As he was approaching the table, he peeped a foreign man who he figured was Pablo. He was accompanied by a thick fine ass Spanish looking bitch with long red hair and some big black tall buff bald ass dude with a tight ass shirt on. It looked like it was cutting off the nigga’s circulation.
When he made it to the table, the big dude stood up, blocking him from being able to take his seat. Whack instantly frowned his face and looked his big ass up and down as if he was the size of a child.
“Damn nigga, can you move so I can fuckin sit down?!” Whack barked. He stared the big man in his eyes, letting him know his big ass didn’t intimidate him at all.
“Whoa, Whoa, hold up! This my man’s. Pablo, tell yo dude to chill!” Notorious stepped in. Pablo called off his boy and Whack took his seat.
“Pablo, Whack. Whack, Pablo,” Notorious introduced the two. “And this is his wife…. I’m sorry, I forgot your name.”
“Rebecca,” she hissed with a thick Spanish accent. Her voice was sexy and it made Whack’s dick jump.
“Hey, wassup my man?” Whack said, extending his hand out for a shake.
“Wassup wit ya boy? He straight trippin!” he scoffed and gave the big dude a mean once over.
“Never mind him, he just a little overprotective. But enough about him, let’s get down to business!” Pablo replied. He reached into the inner pocket of his Italian tailor made suit jacket and pulled out a little baggie filled with his product and tossed it across to Notorious. Notorious opened it up and dug some of the product out with the nail of his pointier finger. He then rubbed it up under his top lip onto his gums. The dope instantly made his gums and lip numb.
“Damn, this wassup!” he told Pablo.
“I guarantee best in the country!” Pablo boasted.
“Best in the country?!” Whack scoffed. “Man, let me see this shit!” He snatched the baggie out of Notorious’ hand. He dug some out the bag and engulfed it up each nostril. His nose began to burn and his eyes watered. His vision instantly began to get blurry. He had to admit, it was that shit. He sniffed and played with his nose a little bit to subside the burning. Once he gained his composure, he began speaking. “Okay I can’t lie, that’s some fire shit. But what’s the tags on the kilos?” he asked.
“$16,500! For every ten you get, I’ll throw you a free one!” Pablo said straightforward. Whack scoffed. He knew that nigga was full of shit. Nobody was letting bricks go for that cheap unless they were making the shit themselves. On top of that, the nigga was giving a free one for every ten. The shit sounded too good to be true.
“That’s a nice ass deal! Bet, I want twenty!” Notorious quickly replied before he changed his mind. The deal was sealed and from that day on, Pablo would be their new supplier. After wrapping up the meeting, Notorious and Whack headed out the restaurant to their rental car.
“I told you nigga, you need to start listening to ya boy!” Notorious bragged, as soon as they got in.
“Iight nigga I give it to you, you came through!”
“Nigga, do you know we bout to take ova the whole city with this shit! I can’t wait to get back!” Notorious said, starting the engine.
Nah nigga, I’m bout to take ova the city, Whack thought to himself as Notorious drove off in the direction of their hotel.
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Carmen pulled up to Kim’s and placed her car in park. She reached in the cup holder and grabbed her phone to text Kim to let her know she was outside. After pressing send, she turned the screen off and dropped the phone back in the cup holder. She noticed the small glass tube filled with a white powder and picked it up. Is this what the fuck I think it is? she thought as she grew hot on the inside. She knew what Whack did for a living but she also knew he didn’t ride around with product on him. Especially in a small glass tube, that was personal.
She popped the cap off and poured a small amount on the tip of her finger and dabbed it on her tongue. After feeling her tongue began to numb, she knew her speculation was correct. “What the fuck is this nigga doing with this; I know he ain’t getting high!” Her mind was racing mile a minute. Noticing Kim walking up to the car, she quickly stuffed the tube in her purse. She was going to make sure she got to the bottom of this as soon as Whack brought his ass back home.
Kim hopped in her passenger seat looking sexy and smelling good enough to eat. Her long Blue flowing Michael Kors sundress hugged tightly around her voluptuous curves. She had her hair in long, neat, jet black, medium sized
box braids, that hung down to her ass. Her flat gold Michael Kors sandals showed off her perfectly manicured nude polished toes that matched her long round shaped nails. Her fake individual eyelashes were perfectly done, and her eyebrows were waxed for the gods. Not to mention, the Versace Yellow Diamond fragrance that seeped from her pores. Carmen was all the way turned on.
“Hey baby face! You lookin good!” Carmen complimented.
“Thanks bae, so do you,” she replied.
“I figured I’d take you to lunch so we can get to know each other a little better! What’s yo favorite place?” she asked, placing the car in drive and pulling off.
“Red Lobster! I love me some Red Lobster!” Kim danced in her seat.
“Well, Red Lobster it is then.” Carmen cruised her way down Kings Highway to interstate 40, she hopped on, and they made their way to Red Lobster in Maplewood Commons.
After about a ten-minute drive, Carmen pulled up to Red Lobster. After placing the car in park, she flipped down her overhead mirror to check her appearance. She fingered her hair a bit and applied a thin coat of gloss on her lips. Once satisfied, she flipped the mirror back up and turned off the engine. She looked over to ask Kim was she ready, and Kim was staring at her like a fat woman in a bakery, and she was a piece of red velvet cake.
“Oh my gosh, what?! Why you looking at me like that! Do I look ok? What!” Carmen giggled.
“Yea you look perfect! My bad, you just so fire to me! I was picturing you naked in my head!” Kim laughed but was very serious.
“Is that right! Well, soon you won’t have to picture, you’ll have a live appearance right in front of you!” Carmen winked and jumped out of the driver’s seat. She then opened the back door and grabbed her purse. After closing the door and chirping her alarm, the ladies headed into the restaurant.
“Good evening ladies, just two or are you ladies expecting more?” the skinny, dark skinned hostess asked cheerfully as she greeted them upon entry. She was so frail; her uniform hung off of her. She sported nappy matted up weave, and her skin looked like the back of a crunch bar.
“Hey! Uhm no, just two! And can we have a booth please, away from everyone else if possible?” Carmen replied with a warm smile.
“Okay sure! Right this way!” She guided them to the back of the restaurant and sat them in a booth in a secluded corner. “Would you ladies like to order beverages now, or would you like a moment?” she asked, while placing menus and silverware in front of them.
“I would like a Patron margarita with a double shot instead of one,” Carmen spoke up. She then turned to Kim, who was flipping through the drink menu. “What you want boo?”
“Uhhhm, I guess you could give me the same thing!” she said, looking at the hostess to confirm her decision.
“Okay ladies I will put that in and your waitress will be over shortly with your drinks and to take your orders,” she said, smiling before she walked off switching super hard, as if she had a gigantic booty and she had no ass at all. Kim instantly burst out into laughter.
“Girl, what the fuck is so funny?!” Carmen asked, as she looked up at her, taking her attention off of the menu.
“Girl, you missed how she walked of switching that lil tailbone of hers! Her ass gon break a fuckin hip, Ole fragile lookin ass!” Kim continued to laugh. “Then her weave all stiff, her head moving but that nappy shit ain’t!” By this time, she had tears coming down her eyes.
Carmen chuckled. “Girl, you are a mess! Leave her alone, she sweet. Everybody ain’t able boo!” Carmen said sympathetically, as she thought about the hefty tip she was going to give her even though she was only the hostess. Carmen had a soft spot for people who couldn’t afford keep themselves up, especially women. Plus, she could tell that the girl tried her best while getting dressed for work that day because baby girl was definitely feeling herself.
“Yea you right. But the way she switched off still was funny as fuck! I don’t care what you say!” Kim giggled, then placed her attention to her menu.
As they were deciding, their waitress walked up, carrying their alcoholic beverages.
“Good evening ladies, my name is Brittany and I will be your server for the evening. I have two double shot Patron margaritas. Are you guys ready to order or you need more time?” she asked, as she placed their drinks on the table. Carmen looked up from her menu with a devilish grin plastered on her face as she recognized the familiarity in the server’s voice.
It was Brittany Givings, one of the girls that use to pick with her and Kyra in high school. Well, that was until Kyra beat the breaks off of her ass at the mall one day. “Brittany muthafuckn Givings! What a pleasant surprise,” Carmen said sarcastically with a giggle. “If only my sis was here to see this shit! You went from prom queen to bussing muthafuckn tables?! Ain’t that bout a bitch!” she laughed. Brittany looked a mess. She was bad as hell in high school but over the years she had changed, for the worst. She was 100 pounds heavier and her waistline was now two stomachs. Her hair was undone and it was a faded dusty red looking color; she was way overdue for color touch up. Her uniform looked two sizes too small, and her shoes were ran over and leaning from her fat ass feet. Her face still looked exactly the same though.
“Carmen?!” she spat, as she rolled her eyes to the top of her head. Brittany was embarrassed. The last thing she needed was one of the girls she picked on in high school to see her fat and working at Red Lobster. In school, she was one of the hottest things smoking; now, she had six kids, working part time, and living off of food stamps and section 8.
“Yea, it’s me, CARMEN! I would ask how’s life, but I can tell it’s fucked up for you! What a shame, I just knew you’d be Miss America or at least the wife of an athlete, since you ran through the whole football and basketball team!” Carmen scoffed and laughed. She was totally out of her character. She had never been the bully type but she hated Brittany and her side kick Brandy with a passion back in the day. No matter how long ago it was, she would never forget or forgive they ass.
If Brandy’s ass would have been in front of her, she would have gave it to her ass as well. Brittany gave Carmen a dirty look. If her eyes were a gun, Carmen would be one dead bitch. Carmen saw the look and got even more amused.
“Awww, po lil tinker! Let me get off of you before you beat me up cuz I know yo arms strong as a muthafucka from carrying trays all damn day!” Carmen continued. Kim instantly busted out laughing as spittle from her drink flew from her mouth. She couldn’t believe Carmen was going in on Brittany so bad after telling her to get off the hostess. Brittany just stood there in silence with her feelings so hurt. She couldn’t say not a damn thing. She had picked on Carmen and Kyra for years in school. After getting beat up by Kyra, she just knew they were even, but here Carmen was in Red Lobster looking like a million bucks and the shoe was on the other foot. Carmen was roasting her nonstop. If she had a gun, she would’ve went in the bathroom and blew her own brains out. That’s just how bad Carmen made her feel and look. Brittany dropped her head and swiftly walked away. She could hear Carmen and Kim still laughing the further she got away from the table.
Chapter 19
Steve and Theresa sat in the visitation area of Franklin County Penitentiary as they waited to see Murder. Being that it had been over 20 years, Steve was excited to see his big brother. Theresa, on the other hand, made sure she visited every month.
Murder walked through the door of the visiting room and his face lit up. He couldn’t believe he was being blessed with his baby brother’s presence.
“I know it ain’t who I think it is!” Murder shouted excitedly.
“Yea it’s me baby, here in the flesh!” Steve replied while standing to his feet. The two slapped fives and shared a long embrace. It took everything in Murder not to shed a tear.
“Look at you, nigga; you ain’t lil bruh no more!” Murder laughed. He was right though, Steve was big and buff as hell. Those 20 years in the Pen did him nice. It looked like he spent most of his time pumpin
g iron.
“Shit how you talkin nigga, look at you; they ain’t have steroids where I was locked down at! When you went in, you was skinny than a bitch! Nigga even got grey hair now!” Steve joked. Murder looked good. He stood about 6'4" with a wide muscular frame like Terry Cruise. His skin was a light golden brown, and his eyes were a hazel grey. He wore his salt and pepper colored hair in a low cut that connected to a full Rick Ross beard, and he had a mouth full of gold teeth.
“Hey sis, wassup!” Murder said, as he bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
“Hey baby! I’ma go over here and watch Dr. Phil and let yawl catch up a bit,” she insisted. She then got up and sat on the other side of the room in front of the television.
“So, what’s been up baby bruh? How’s the free world?” Murder asked, sparking up the conversation.
“Man, everything is everything! Shit been real sweet since a nigga been out! Dorian and Carmen threw me a lil welcome home party, bought me hella clothes and shoes and shit. Big sis bought me some expensive ass watch with the matching shades, you know she gotta be extra and shit. I got a few more gifts from other people in the fam too, they really showed a nigga love. This lil bitch I been fuckin wit bought me a lil phone, shit ion even know how to work the muthafucka!” Steve laughed. “But shit, enough about me, what you been up to though, how you holding up?” he asked his brother sincerely. He knew how it was behind those walls, and just thinking about his brother spending the rest of his life behind them made him feel sorry for him. Granted, he did 20 years but at least he got parole. Murder would never see the outside freely again, not even off of years of good behavior.
“You know me, nigga, I’m solid as a rock! I practically run this muthafucka so shit sweet. I got an army full of niggas in here working for me, ion want or need for a damn thing,” Murder said seriously with a small chuckle. Hearing that put Stebo at ease. He knew his brother was a monster and could hold his own in the streets, but the penitentiary was a whole other ball game.
