Uncle Boomer had the nerve to be straight ‘D’ boy style. He was wearing a Dickie work suit and a pair of Timberland work boots. He was looking as if he had been working under a car all morning.
“Sheeit. Upon setting eyes on that nigga, you wasn’t supposed to ask that nigga for a hug. You should have slit his throat,” he stated, then chuckled. He was making a point to highlight one of the monumental moments from the meeting.
After waiting in line for about ten minutes we were finally led to our table and sat down. I picked up the menu and scanned it for my favorite things. My stomach started to growl. I was ready to lick the pages. Boomer wasted no time telling the waitress that he wanted a ham and cheese omelet. I ordered the popular apple pancakes. Damn, it is good to be free.
We sat talking and laughing about old times until the food came. Our waitress placed everything on the table, asked if there was anything else, then disappeared. Once she was out of earshot, Boomer, while digging into the stinky hog omelet, said, “Nay, you did good last night.”
“But?” I quickly shot back while cutting into my hot buttery pancakes. “I knew there was a ‘but’ coming, so let me hear it. And you better not say shit about them seeing me sweat. I still can’t believe that you set that up like that.”
“Girl, that was a good test. Your uncle Boomer still got it,” he said proudly. “I needed to see how you would handle it, and The Consortium needed to see it as well. Sheeit, I need to pat myself on the back for setting that up. Here’s a nigga who was down with robbing and kidnapping you, so what else was you supposed to do? Like I said earlier, why give him a hug? You shoulda killed his ass. He’s a fool for even showing up. Ain’t no way in hell I would have came to no shit like that knowing that you were going to be there. He failed. These young niggas don’t think.”
“So let’s get back to the ‘but’.”
“You was too quiet when we were discussing the business.”
“Boomer, I’ve only been home for a few days. I don’t know what the fuck is going on out here. But I bet you I can tell you everything that was said.”
“Alright, then, tell me.” He pushed his plate forward, sat back and folded his arms across his big belly. I pushed my plate aside, leaned forward and by the time I finished recapping the entire meeting and ending with, “My daddy taught me that if I keep my mouth closed, I’ll hear better,” Boomer was clapping.
“You ready, baby girl! Run yo’ daddy’s bizness!”
Just then, Born Mathematics and one of his henchmen came and invited themselves to our table, interrupting our conversation. I wanted to spend more quality time with my uncle. His henchman waved the waitress down and ordered a vegetarian omelet for Born and steak and eggs for himself.
I caught Born looking at me as if I was on the menu.
“Y’all youngins just can’t be on time, can you?” Boomer looked from Born to his partner.
Born simply turned to me. “So you had some questions for me, I’m told?”
“For the record, don’t be looking at me like that. You are way too young for me, and plus, I have a son by your uncle,” I told him.
“Whatever, Ma. Now, what’s up?” he asked, getting right down to business.
“Cisco. His beef was that everyone wanted him to tone down his guerilla tactics, but at the same time you and him are running neck and neck.” I tried to be as diplomatic as possible.
“So what’s your point?” Born had the nerve to ask.
“My point is, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Fair is fair. Everyone should be subject to the same rules.”
“I understand that. What else?”
“Nick. What’s up with him?”
“What else?”
“Briggen. Why wasn’t he at the meeting? And back to Nick, what’s his story?” Listening to everything that was said at the roundtable, those were the only things that kept popping up in my mind.
“One of Briggen’s workers got popped and started singing. When they snatched him up they were able to hold him, only because he had some old warrants. So he’s off the scene for a minute. As far as Nick is concerned, we didn’t want to put all of our eggs in one basket. We still have Mr. G, whose product is the best, Nick’s product ain’t grade-A but his prices are much much lower. So for now, he holds the key to our profit margins and with one word he can cause The Consortium to split. That shit would be bad for business right now.”
All of us at the table let his words marinate.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“What’s up?”
I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Why did you kill Shadee?”
He looked at me and then looked over at Boomer. I watched him as he took a swallow of his orange juice.
“You can tell me. I can handle it.”
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You know I did you a favor. You know I loved my uncle, but he disgraced our family.”
DARK
After meeting with Cisco, I had to drive around and clear my head. This nigga wanted me to relocate to Bumblefuck Tennessee and set up shop. I told him the ‘D’ was my home. And plus, I was on paper. I couldn’t just get up and go. But mainly I needed to be around and up on everything when it was time to make my move on him. When I discussed it with Sharia, she said it may be beneficial to set up shop for him and for me to think about it. I figured that we could weigh our options.
I was nursing a bottle of Guinness Stout in my ride on some chill shit, bending corners from one side of Seven Mile to the other. I sat at the corner of Mack and Warren, when my eyes settled on the roundest ass in history. It was jiggling just right. I had to be staring hard because I didn’t even notice the light change. The horns blowing snapped me out of my lustful daze. I followed, enjoying the visual as she continued to get her jog on. When she slowed down to look before crossing the street, I was stunned when I saw her face. It was my lost love, Lisha, in the flesh, the woman who I allowed to get away.
I followed her for another block and a half, and she finally stopped in front of a brick house with gray stairs and started stretching. I pulled over and parked. It had been seven years since I’d seen her, and she looked as if she hadn’t aged a day.
Lisha was a good girl. I turned her out, and had her nose wide open; therefore, she ignored my fucking around and all I did was dog her out. Because of all the shit I took her through, word on the street was she didn’t fuck with dudes no more. If I had it to do all over again, I wouldn’t have fucked that up.
I got out of my ride and closed the door. As I approached her, I saw her glance over at me and we locked gazes. She kept stretching, opening up her legs and bending over and shit. I slowed my pace when I noticed the front door open and this peanut butter toned chick came out. She rushed down the stairs and slapped Lisha on the ass. Lisha straightened up, and the chick moved in and got her a kiss. She slapped Lisha again and rushed to jump inside the navy blue Beamer parked in the driveway.
As soon as she pulled off I made my way across the street. Lisha went back to stretching, and this time she gave me more of a show. I remembered how teasing me was always her thing. I told myself, fuck it, being that she’s bent over advertising the ass, I’ll go ahead and get up on it.
“You give your neighbors a show like this every day?”
She looked back at me smiling as she slowly rubbed her ass back and forth on my dick. She bounced, backing that ass up closer to me. The thin tightness of her stretch pants allowed me to feel her every move.
“Only if they are watching.”
“You really think they can help it?” I shot back enjoying the feel of her soft ass pressing against my now semihard dick.
“I don’t know and really don’t care. But it feels like you can’t help it,” she stated seductively as she jiggled her cheeks, causing my dick to jump. I know she felt it.
“Yeah, you right, I can’t help it.” I grabbed one of her hips and guided that ass where it needed to be. I s
wear if she had on a skirt I would have pulled my dick out and went up in her raw. We were damn near dry fucking right there on the walkway.
“Can you feel what you’ve been missing and what you can no longer have?” she asked me.
“What you mean what I can no longer have?”
She was still bent over so I grabbed onto her other hip and held her firmly in place. When I grew to full potential she stood straight up and looked me in my eyes.
“You been shaking my ass in front of niggas?”
“Your ass? This stopped being your ass a long time ago.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Same old Dark.” She smirked, then broke away and sashayed up the stairs. Then she turned and asked, “How long have you been home? You look good.” Not waiting for an answer, she turned and headed toward the front door.
“Not long.” I came up the stairs. “You look even better. Can I get a hug? It won’t hurt,” I said as I followed right behind her.
“Sorry, Dark. I just got finished running. I’m all wet and sweaty,” she said as she opened her front door.
“I like wet and sweaty,” I told her.
She turned and gave me a hug. She couldn’t help but to plant her pussy right on my dick because it was hard and sticking out. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“What are you doing around here, Dark?” Her voice trembled as she got ready to break our embrace, but I held her tighter causing her to stay there.
“You want me to leave?”
“My girl said she’ll be back in an hour.” She began grinding on my dick, and my shit was rock.
“Then we wasting time,” I told her as I backed her up into the house. I kicked the door shut with my foot. She eased my jacket off my shoulders. It fell to the floor. I pulled her T-shirt up over her head, and she pulled my tee up over mine. I unbuckled my belt and took off my jeans and sneaks. She wiggled out of her sneakers and sweats. I stood there buck naked as she peeled off her wet panties.
She turned around, spread her legs and bent over. I eased up behind her and made the head of my dick slide across her wet pussy and then eased inside. I stroked in and out as she moaned and backed that pussy up on my dick. Her shit was tight, wet and hot.
“Damn, baby, when was the last time you had some penetration? You don’t make that bitch strap on or nothing?”
“Oh my God, Dark… this feels so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck this pussy real good. Who’s in charge, big daddy? My bitch or your dick?”
“My dick.” I hit her pussy harder. “My dick.” I started stroking faster and just as that shit was getting good she pulled forward causing me to slide out.
“Let’s go upstairs.” She led the way. I followed behind her, dick sticking straight out.
We got to her bedroom, and she yanked the covers off her king sized bed. “Lie down,” she told me. I did what I was told, and she climbed on top, straddled my waist grabbed my joint and slid down on it.
She closed her eyes and started riding me fast and hard. She had the prettiest 38 Ds I had seen in a long time. I wanted to suck on them, but I couldn’t interrupt her or stop her from getting her fuck on.
“Oh, this dick is good. Oh my God, it feels so good. I missed you. Oh, it’s good.” She was moaning and groaning. Then her facial expression twisted all up and she started cumming. I grabbed onto her hips and pumped as deep as I could get. When her pussy stopped jerking, she slid off me and started sucking my dick. She hungrily sucked me, sliding me in and out of her wet mouth as she moaned and slurped. The work she was putting in was so good I grabbed her ponytail and pushed myself to the back of her throat. I thought I was gonna knock her tonsils out. She swallowed all of my cum and didn’t stop until there wasn’t anything left.
It turned out to be a good day. After Lisha drained a nigga, we both lay sprawled out in the bed breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling. She sat up and smiled at me. I smiled back, and then remembered her saying that her bitch would be back in an hour. I got up, and we both hit the bathroom. She jumped in the shower and I headed downstairs to get my clothes. As I was putting them on I heard the keys turning the lock to the front door. Aww fuck!
In walked the chick who slapped Lisha on the ass earlier. Homegirl was about five foot six, Gabrielle Union-looking chick. She and Lisha could have passed for twins except Lisha had long hair. I wouldn’t mind fucking her, too.
She stepped into the house, looked at me half-dressed, noticed Lisha’s pile of clothes on the floor and asked, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” She gave me a death stare. “Lisha, who the fuck is this, and why is this nigga in my house?” she yelled as she walked through the house looking for Lisha. She turned her attention back to me and asked, “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Dark. What’s up?” I said as I zipped up my jeans.
Lisha came rushing down the steps in her robe.
“Lisha, who the fuck is this? What the fuck is this black nigga doing in my house?”
“Chill out. He was just leaving.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“This is Damon’s father, Tiffany. Calm down, damn.”
Damon’s father?
“Calm down? Calm down? Bitch, you got me fucked up!”
Her chick was so mad, tears were running down her cheeks.
“Dark, you need to leave,” Lisha told me.
“Yes, you better get the fuck out of here because I don’t give a fuck who he is. This is my fuckin’ house!” She went to the door and snatched it open. “How dare you bring your baby’s daddy up in my house when I’m not home.” She glared at Lisha.
“Hold up. Baby’s daddy?” Was I hearing this bitch right?
“Dark, thanks for stopping by. I’ll call you later.” Lisha had her hand on my chest and was pushing me toward the door. She was giving me that look that said go ahead, we’ll talk later.
“Hold up, Lisha. Who is Damon?”
“Lisha, you ain’t tell this nigga?” She looked from her to me and back to Lisha. “You fucked the nigga and didn’t have the decency to tell him?” Tiffany was screaming. She took off running for the stairs. I knew she was headed up to the bedroom to confirm that we had been fucking.
“Dark, go. Now. Please.”
“Not until you tell me who Damon is.”
She shoved me onto the porch. Tiffany was coming down the steps screaming, “You fucked this hoodlum raw?” I know this bitch didn’t go check the sheets and shit.
“He’s your son, Dark. His name is Damon, and he’s your son. Now go! I promise we’ll talk later.” She slammed the door in my face.
I stood there stunned. A son? I knocked on the door again. I could hear them in there arguing.
“Get the fuck off of my door!” Tiffany screamed.
Damn.
CHAPTER NINE
NICK
I didn’t plan on finding Shan like this, shacked up with one of my main buyers. I imagined her having a nine to five, married to some government worker, not mixing with the likes of me and my kind.
I was still trippin’ over what she had stumbled up on. That girl always did have the strangest luck. I remembered one time when she found a package and gave it to Peanut, thus jump-starting his career of hustling. I supply the majority of dope to the city of Detroit. And if it had been anybody else I would have made it my business to put whoever up on who had their package. I know the feeling of taking “L.” But I damn sure wasn’t going to turn my fam into one of my customers.
Shan opened the door and let me in. “I bought a new car,” she announced, wearing a big Kool-Aid smile.
“You did what?”
“I traded the other one in. I couldn’t be riding around in the same car with the big dent in the back. What if they are looking for the car?”
“Shan, I told you to lay low.”
“Nick, I was calling you. You never called back.”
“What else have you been buying?”
“Some clothes and a new dining room set.”
“Shan, you got to stop spending.”
“Okay, I will,” she reluctantly responded.
“I’m serious, Shan.”
“I heard you. What about the dope? If Briggen knew I had this shit in my house he’d kill me.” She sounded like a nervous child.
“I’m here to pick that up now.”
“How soon can you flip it?” she asked, carrying the heavy duffel bag into the living room.
“I meet with some people tomorrow night.”
“How much can I expect?”
“I’ll let you know in a few days. In the meantime, chill the fuck out.” I picked up the bag and threw it over my shoulder.
“Promise me you’ll keep this between me and you. Briggen cannot—and I mean cannot—find out about this.”
“I got you.”
No sooner than I got in my ride, my man was calling me to tell me that it was Cisco’s package that Shan stumbled upon. He assured me that Cisco had no idea who had it.
BRIGGEN
I’m standing in line, scratching my head, waiting to get on the phone because my sources had just told me that Nick had been going in and out of my house and Shan had been spending money like it’s water.
“Yo, Briggen. My man Ace said you ain’t got to use that phone. Come see him and he gotchu.”
I looked at dude. I didn’t know him or his dude Ace from a can of paint. “I’m good, homie. Tell him I’m good. Gotta get my thoughts together while I’m waiting.”
“Aiight. I’ll tell Ace you turned down his offer.” He stepped away.
Damn right I turned it down. I didn’t need to be owing nobody shit. Especially muthafuckas I didn’t know.
After damn near half an hour I finally got a phone and dialed Shan. When she answered I said, “Hey, what’s up?”
“Baby, I miss you.”
“I miss you too. What’s going on? Everything alright?”
“Nothing is going on around here,” she said, sounding strange. She definitely wasn’t sounding like a bitch who missed her man. “What’s going on with you? Any word on when you coming home?”
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