Hood Misfits, Volume 2

by Brick

  When she pulled my locs out of its ponytail and yanked hard on them, a nigga pulled back. I couldn’t help that shit ’cause she had me feeling myself for real. I knew I possibly was scaring her with how my jaw clenched and the vein in my temple thumped with the same beat as my dick, but I didn’t fucking care. Pussy was what I wanted and Diamond was what I needed. So I sat her down, and grabbed a golden wrapper condom from the medicine cabinet.

  Being careful of the bandage around her waist, I then ripped, and tugged off her leggings so my fingers could their way in to her juicy pussy. She was so silky, creamy, and hot. Reminded me of some fresh Krispy Kreme and it had me dropping to one knee then leaning forward to lick at her wet slit. I kinda wondered if she tasted like icing and she did, which was on point.

  The moment she moaned, “Kwame,” I forgot about finishing my tasting because my dick and nuts were so heavy with desire that there was no turning back from what we both needed. Ripping the condom packed open, I quickly put that shit on then I moved back up against her, and set her around my waist. The moment I entered her, my sacs clenched and had me almost punching a wall as we stepped into the shower. Damn, she was icing.

  I guess it was about time we got here, and I wasn’t about to stop for shit.

  The moment she tightened around me, then bowed her head on my shoulder with her wet hair spilling over my shoulders, and then said my name, I knew she was shocked from the thickness of my dick and the way I felt against her. The way her eyes seemed to change colors and the way her lips were parted, our body’s language told me she had been wanting this for a long time. So I gave it to her.

  I wasn’t a nigga to be rough and shit unless the mood called for it, but we both had been waiting on this, and fucking is what I gave until it softened into making her come, over and over. By that time, water was running over our bodies and her nails were scraping down my back again and gripping my ass. While my hips moved against her like a nigga was dancing, dipping in and out to where the sound of our wet bodies slapping sounded like the beat to that nigga Wale’s “Bad” track, I bent my head and got me a mouthful of her plump titty.

  The way she arched into my mouth had me rolling my tongue over all of her as I sucked her nipple until she came again. We stayed like that, locked up in the shower until morning came and she couldn’t take anymore of my dick. Diamond, aka Ray-Ray was my ride or die and in this life, the words of my mom speaking about me one day having a jaguar for a queen had me thinking hard. Diamond and I had an empire to build with our fam and now aunt and uncle, because we all knew, that nigga Dante was going to come back gunning even harder, especially once he found out his weak spot was exposed and taken down.

  As Diamond chilled with me under the shower, we spoke about how both Phenom and Anika took out Dante’s secret family, his pregnant wife, and other sons who were living in Hampshire.

  Diamond gazed into my hooded eyes, her legs wrapped around my waist. I was going to have to change my condom soon, but shit it was what it was.

  “So what are we going to do now? We did some crazy shit,” she half moaned and whispered.

  Turning, I held her caged against the shower wall, my locs dripping with the water that rained on us and I kissed her lips. “With reason. We all had behaved how that nigga Dante acted, erratic in madness and chaos.”

  Working my hips to make her gasp how I realized I liked it, I gave her slick smile and explained game. “Check it, a nigga who thinks he’s an untouchable king always gotta be put in his place, because when his back is exposed, there ain’t no coming back from being got.”

  Baby girl arched her back in a way that let know what I was doing felt good to her, and she dug into my shoulder while working her lips to speak. “So that’s why Dante’s codes are now ours, and his legacy was only left with him and that cop nigga S.B. lying in their own blood.”

  I smiled at how she was getting it and I gave her nod while my voice drawled out in silky sex, “Yeah, so as he lay healing, planning up, me, you, and our misfit family are gonna sit back and do the same thing. We’re gonna be waiting in the cut to bring that blood vengeance to the end as we head back to the A. So you gamed?”

  Diamond’s heated cookie tightened around my dick, making me slide in and out of her again as I listened to her pretty ass slap against the slick wetness of the wall.

  Her sharp, “Yes!” made my dick harder and I kissed her lips as my mind thought about our next move. ENGA to the fullest.

  Chapter 15

  Phenom

  Six months after the showdown in London town

  The harsh sound of metal locking into place echoes in the distance with the loud clamor of a steel door behind me.

  “Cell lock fifteen, inmates all within!” blasted in apathy.

  The worst thing for a man is to be locked up away from the ability to move in freedom. You take for granted the ability to move in fluidity, where the life, the air, even the light that fuels and moves you in your destiny and actions are no longer yours to control. When that is taken away, when all your power is pulled from you, dropping you into a cave that has you descending into the true meaning of being an animal; that is when everything changes for a man. When walls meant to hold you in start to choke you and snatch the breath from you. When that animal you thought you were turns into something deeper, more sinister, beyond a monster and a caveman. When you turn into the essence of primal, that’s when shit gets real.

  There is nothing that can prepare a man, thug, or nigga on the street for that reality in this shit called prison. It turns the hardest of hard men into either pussy, newfound saints, or something ungodly. Me? I was beyond ungodly. My journey here was for vengeance and to safe guard the new generation. I knew this nigga’s seeds were already monsters, but I knew that, too, would correct itself as it always does when chaos runs its course.

  “What’chu looking at, nigga? You that nu-nu huh? They sent me a nice sweet piece of fresh pussy to play with?”

  I watched the oversized monkey, who looked dipped in ink because of all the tattoos covering his body, quirk a thick eyebrow that was too maintained for my taste. He sized me up. His hand gripped and squeezed his dick inside his jumper while a wide perfectly straight-teeth sneer appeared on his sinister face.

  Internal laughter had me stoic.

  See, this nigga was what I called a monster queen or a prison wolf, a nigga who used his dick as a weapon to get him some hairy pussy with nuts, but who also tried to play it off as if his fucking ass wasn’t a lowdown glittering thug, just to exert his power. Regardless, that wasn’t my concern. I could protect myself without issue.

  Walking into the cell, I pulled my then waist length jet-black locs back into a knotted ponytail, while keeping my eyes on the goon in front of me. Both of my hands dropped to my sides then fisted in my stride. I rounded that small closet deep area that was our shared cell and locked my eyes on the acronym DOA branded against the side of his neck.

  “Nigga, you dumb or some shit? You can’t speak to a man in his own piece? Nigga, you a guest in my house! Respect the door!” he growled at me, leaning forward onto his wide-legged thighs.

  Every syllable he spit at me had me cracking my knuckles as that nigga kept popping off at the mouth.

  “Bitch, ya ’bout to be my new ass; the other didn’t make it, dog. That’s why this part of the ghetto penthouse is called hell and for you to be in here with a nigga, you musta done some fucked-up shit or pissed the big dogs off fresh meat. So guess what, give me some pussy,” he commanded, as if he was king.

  “Give you some pussy? Nigga, you gay,” chortled from me just to antagonize him.

  Like my homie Biggie said, “Fuck all that planning shit. Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon shit. Revenge I’m tasting at the tip of my lips I can’t wait to feel my clip in his hips.”

  Grounding my feet, I watched that nigga only slightly tower over me the moment he pushed up from the bunk. A smile played across my lips while I stared into his white
beater-covered chest. The power of two alphas stuck in a room together had the cell feeling thick with power, which fueled me for the game. Two tatted-covered knuckles, one inked with DOA, the other inked with 4-LIFE came at me in a flash. I let this cat I knew as Lu on the streets reach for me, as my fist snuck past him to connect to his rib cage.

  Instinctual follow through made me duck quickly under his arm as the shock threw him for a loop. I swiftly moved to the bunks that were to be our beds and I pulled hard to shake them off their hinge. Laughter came out when I heard his shock at how easily the beds ripped partially from the wall. If he hadn’t become so cocky and had paid attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed a different guard loosening the bed a few inches every other day.

  “Ey, yo what’s this shit!” he bellowed out.

  “My juice card, nigga,” was all I said as he rushed me again.

  Arms wrapped around me and tried to squeeze the life from me. I felt his hand yank on my locs as I strained to get free. I knew he liked a fight, studied his ways on the streets before he got locked up. Heard a lot of shit on the so-called DOA King, but right now, he was none of that, right now, without him even knowing it, he was about to be my bitch.

  “Ah yeah, you can’t run now. After I fuck you, def know I’m gonna murk ya, then eat ya flesh later,” he growled against my ear.

  The sewage-hot stench of his breath hit me hard like the whiff of a cow’s shitty ass, and had my face connecting with the base of his nose, mouth, and then chin.

  Adrenaline pleasurably flowed through me with the feel of his blood coating my face. I held the handmade massai dagger I had hidden in my locs in my hand, and then inserted into the side of his neck before slicing down until it hit his clavicle bone. Blood painted the small cell. Its ruddy thick and sticky essence showered over the side of my hand then hit the floor in a splat. Lu’s yells became sharp then guttural in that moment. His grip tightened then loosened, allowing me to break free. Several fist shots from me connected to his face. My arm curved under to land under his jaw as a means to send his head back to hit nothing but the concrete wall.

  The way he fell made me smirk. I moved forward quickly. My footsteps were simple as I grabbed for him. Heat had us baking like roasting chickens. Sweat ran down the both of our faces, with that of his blood. I licked my lips, tasting the salty sweat from me and I tilted my chin up and bit my lower lip in a laughing scowl.

  “Yeah, nigga, you was sayin’?” came from me in my New York accent.

  My kicks then squeaked against the slick floor as I walked forward and wound the metal wire that had held the bunk beds together around my fists as I spoke, “Check it. Never been one to play with my meat, but, nigga, you beefy, you feel me? So let me play and explain. You ordered a hit on my blood. My fam. Took them out and sat back and reaped the benefits until all of that crumbled beneath you and it left you here while your weak-ass sons stayed in the streets scraping up the pieces. You fucked up big time. Got lost in this prison life and thought there was no one who would come for you. No bueno. A red eye from London was nothing for me. Getting in here was like pissing in the wind, my nigga, and all of this to say, rest in peace, nigga.”

  He let out a quick roar then sent a hard shoulder slam that sent me flying in the air, and then landing against the concrete wall near the ceiling. His muscled arm scooped me up as he tried to power drive me, which worked. I fell to the floor hard but used the momentum to roll as he stood over me akimbo style, his hands on his hips and a smile across his insidious face.

  Blood pooled in my mouth. The sweet unique taste of it spilled down my throat and made me spit. Dizziness controlled my actions. I slowly rolled to my side while he pulled on my body as he spoke.

  “I live this shit every day, homie. Your British ass, or whatever the fuck you are, ain’t shit to me. So I killed your people. Yeah? Too bad none of them here to watch how I flay you alive and feed you dick. Ain’t none of the niggas or guards you ride with gonna help ya now. You don’t fuck wit’ what you ain’t ready for, patna.”

  His laughter sickened me. But see all of this was nothing but a game, an act to get him right where I wanted. Watching him work his dick out as I played as if I was struggling brought me time to angle myself just right. I pushed up then landed my foot upward into his face. A hard swift blow from my knee followed to put him on his back. That wire I had wound around my hands wrapped around his neck and I bit down on my lower lip as I pulled. See, when a nigga is built for killing, he never let time tick away. This was his art and right now, I was painting my canvas with him.

  The sound of flesh tearing, his bloodied gurgles, and flopping thick body became music to my ears. His twitching body became my next target as I took the broken leg of the bed and spread his legs wide and laughed.

  His no’s became erratic. His once golden skin went from red to ashen like Michael Jackson. The way he clawed at my hands and then the wire around this throat made me even more hyper in my madness in the chaos. As his head bowed backward, his bulging eyes black as coal locked on me in intense hatred as I removed one hand from the wire and slammed that metal broken bed leg into his wide mouth, breaking teeth.

  “Slob on that shit,” I cooed.

  I let him throat that shit as the rusted piece of metal scraped into his airway stopping so I could have room for my next move. Patting the top of his wave lined head; I tsked at his gagging and whispered, “Beg for it like you tried to make my sister beg for it when your seed attacked her.”

  Slobber ran down his mouth. Mucus coated his top lip and a vindictive glimmer lit my eyes the moment I snatched at that wire, pulled, and then severed his trachea. It was then in that moment when I stood, wiped my hands off, and pulled on the other leg of the bed that seal the rest of the deal. I knew he was still alive. Knew he could see what else I had for him, which for me, I knew the rest would be the last he would remember.

  Stomping on his flaccid dick, as I crouched low between his legs, I tapped the metal post on the floor in rhythm while I spoke, “Your seeds are next, now make that pussy pop.”

  The end of that post ripped into his asshole with a forceful thrust. His shrill and muffled scream had me furiously standing then stomping my foot repeatedly over his head. The satisfying sound of his bone and brain matter crushed under my foot.

  No one took from me, ever. This life was mine, and mine alone, and everyone in it that was solely connected to me were mine to protect. Wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t do for my blood and this nigga was the testament of it. Knocking in rhythm on my cell bars, the doors of my prison opened. I sat positioned over my kill. The side of his neck that held the branding DOA now rested in my hand; an almond brown flesh patch, my trophy of reminder of this day.

  My actions caused a heat wave through the prison. Officers kept their distance. Those who were on my payroll, and those who petitioned to be on my payroll after that day, let me out of the small cell and led me to my freedom.

  That day my name became synonymous with street legend. The rest of D.O.A in that prison were wiped out by my hand, through my soldiers, and the ones on the street were quickly handled except for his seeds. His seeds, I left for the future to handle, the beginnings of that next phase of the game already buzzing in my ear. That was also the day I cut my locs in remembrance of my baby sister Fatima, her husband, Jamir, who had always been the blood of my heart, my little niece Assata and then her brother Kwame, who was lost in the streets.

  “Phenom!” roared around me as inmates, some banging on the doors of their cells and others giving me props down below, gave me respect.

  “Phenom!” made my body shake before the name, “Ahmir!” shook me awake.

  Licking my lips, my hand ran down my face, the waves of my close-cropped hair and over my goatee as I sat back in my oversized chair in our penthouse in Atlanta. My lids blinked a couple of times before my light brown eyes focused on the only piece of perfection and harmony I have ever known outside of my own blood. We went through hell a
nd heaven together. I did my dirt in growing up as a youth in the streets, and she did hers, but we always came together.

  As the wisdom of the lotus sutra states, a sense of being part of the great all-inclusive life prompts us to reflect on our own place and on how we ought to live. Guarding others’ lives, the ecology and the earth is the same as protecting one’s own life. She was that for me and so was my family. I vowed to protect my brother-in-law and sister’s son and I intended to keep doing that.

  In my weakness, I’d failed him, but since then, he has seen the lengths a father will go, a man will go, for his own soul and his own family. My nephew has that now with my enemy’s seed, a little girl who felt like she should have been born to our blood long ago, Ghost. He had her as his child now and I could only continue giving him those lessons and let him see me for who I am, in order for him to trust in me still. That was my mantra in life as it was to keep my world protected.

  “Mm mm, my queen, tell me what you need and I’ll give that which you want,” I sultry yet groggily groaned as Anika smoothly slipped between my legs to sit on my lap and place her arms around my shoulder.

  She felt like silk. Her sexy weight along with her thick shiny naked thighs rested against my manhood had me slowly becoming hard. She smelled like Shea butter and sweet almond oil and was dressed in only my open button-down shirt.

  “You speak in your sleep, my king, so your queen has come to give you some balm. She wants her lion. So come fill her up, like she needs,” she commanded in the seductive, enduring commanding way that only she could give me. Her gold-painted fingernails sensually stroked my jaw then chin.

  My fingers found their way to her hair to stroke through her Havana twisted braids as my eyes soaked up the beauty of her flawless cocoa skin. Her belly was flat right now, but I knew soon that a child would be there if the look in her eyes that spoke its secret desires were true. It was time we created new life and it was going to go down but for right now, that was not the objective.