by Kia
Malina
“And you just left her there?” Lu Lu asked as I sat on his couch smoking cigarettes.
I didn’t even smoke these things. I was just stressed the fuck out.
“Neiman a grown, dumb ass woman. What the fuck was I supposed to do?” I asked.
“You were supposed to put your pride to the side and remember that she’s your family. In all honesty, if it wasn’t for me knowing you all, I would never believe that y’all were family.”
“I tried, man. I even talked to her and let her know what danger she was facing.”
“And what she say?”
I laughed. “See, you ain’t ever got a chance to really know Neiman. The bitch ain’t that bright.”
“I believe it. If she really messing with AJ, knowing his motives, then she in last place. Don’t she know that she can’t go up from there?” he asked.
“Man, I don’t know what she got going on.”
“Have you talked to Divine?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Look at my face.”
“So that’s a no?”
“No. She won’t answer the phone. I don’t even know where she lives. I’m going to try my best to fix this shit,” I confessed.
“Yeah, because you started this mess everyone is in now,” he admitted with a look of disgust.
“You don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“It’s all good though. You got me, and I’m a solid nigga all by myself. You know?” He laughed as he flexed his muscles.
I looked at him and smiled. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you,” I said as I put my cancer stick out.
“Don’t mention it,” he said as his phone rang.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Glory.”
“Oh.”
“What’s up, my man’s? Yeah. She right here. Hold on.” He gave me the phone and shrugged.
“Hello?” What could Glory possibly want with me on Lu Lu’s phone?
“Yo, have you seen or talked to Neiman?” he asked.
“Earlier, but not since then. Why?”
“I just went to the condo, and the door kicked in. I think something may have happened to her,” he said in a panic.
“What?” I hopped to my feet and grabbed my chest.
“She’s gone, man. And her phone and everything is still there.”
“What happened?” Lu Lu asked, walking toward me.
“It’s Neiman. She’s gone.”
“What?”
“And who ever did it, how in the fuck did they get past security? That’s the whole fucking reason y’all moved to that fucking place,” Glory said.
“Unless someone who’s been there before let them in,” I said, with my mind on one person.
Chapter Forty-One
Divine
“Are you sure it was him?” Ali asked as I made myself a glass of wine.
I found myself spending a lot of valuable time with him. But you know what? I liked it. He had solutions for every single thing.
“I know Adrian when I see him. Besides, I called the prison that he was kept at and they informed me that he had a mandatory release due to newfound evidence. That shit just bothers me. So, they just letting mothafuckas go now?” I asked him, knowing he didn’t have the answer. Just wanted to hear myself talk.
“Does she even know that you caught her?” he asked as he held his hand out to guide me back into his lap. I moved slowly so I wouldn’t spill my wine.
“Nah, I just left, man. It was too much. I didn’t even tell you that I had to whoop Malina’s ass.”
“What? Why?”
“Taking up for Neiman’s hoe ass. And look what she did,” I said as I shook my head and lay on his shoulder. I then held the glass to his lips to see if he wanted some. He declined.
“I think you just need to go on a little break from everyone. I’m not understanding exactly why they’re doing you the way that they do, but it’s not safe. Malina and Neiman are showing characteristics of a traitor,” he said with a look of worry in his eyes.
“Not good,” I responded as I poked out my lips.
“Definitely not good.”
“So, what do I do now?”
“Just relax and handle your own business. Don’t even answer for them. Just take a break from everyone and get your head together.”
“So, I need to break away from you too, huh?” I asked.
“Except for me. You better not go missing on me. I know where you live, woman,” he said.
“Of course. Except for the infamous Ali,” I said as I kissed his nose.
“You must be drunk? Kissing my nose and shit,” he said.
Then my phone rang. It was Malina. I didn’t answer.
“Who was that?”
“Malina.”
“Don’t even answer.”
“Trust me. I won’t,” I said then his phone started ringing.
“Yo, what’s up, Glory?” He put the phone on speaker.
“Ay, have you talked to Divine? It’s an emergency,” Glory said.
“About who?” Ali asked.
“Neiman, man. I need to talk to Divine like right now.”
“Oh, nah, I haven’t even seen her, fam.”
“Damn! Tell her to call me. Please. Neiman is missing,” Glory said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, bet,” Ali said and hung up the phone.
“That hoe ain’t missing. She simply ran away with AJ thinking somebody finally loves her ass. I don’t even know why that nigga popped up but my better judgment is telling me that he wants some kinda pay back for me leaving him to dry. Or at least that’s what he said. He said I left him the minute he got locked up. Whatever.”
“You ain’t worried?”
I let my eyebrows sink low. “Hell nah. I promise she’s somewhere with AJ. I know for a fact she is. Ain’t any coincidence that he ended up in Miami of all places. She fucks with that nigga. She so mothafucking stupid, bro. On God she has to be the dumbest person in this entire world,” I said as I let myself get mad all over again.
“Damn.”
“In all honesty, I’m so not cool on how she did that.”
“You got feelings for AJ or something?”
“Man, nah. It’s just that, he’s Bishop’s brother and the father to PJ. It’s just too risky for her to be playing the game like that. You know what? That’s the exact reason why PJ is living with me and not them. I can’t have him around them hoes all in the mix and shit.”
“Where he at now? It’s quiet around here.”
“In the back sleep.”
“Where he be in the daytime? Or when you go out? I never see him.”
“I got him a nanny. She comes early in the morning and stays late. The other night, I let her stay here. I found her on Indeed. She’s really nice.”
“You trust her?” he asked.
“Yeah. I used a fake name. She don’t even speak English that good, so that’s a plus. All she knows is that the money is real and I pay her fairly well.”
“Why not take PJ to his grandmother?”
“She’s dead. She died a while back.”
“What about the grandpa?”
“I thought about it. I’m going to let him stay with him the week I go back to Los Angeles so I can re-up. He’s pretty happy ’bout that. They ain’t seen PJ in a while.”
“That’s good,” he said as he gazed into my eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re so beautiful. That’s all,” he said as he lifted me out of his lap and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked when I saw him grab his keys.
“I have to wake up early, mamas. Money has to be made,” he said as he walked to the door.
I walked closely behind. “You never stay long,” I said as I grew sad to see him leave.
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.”
“If I stay, I’m going to be tempted to fuck the shi
t out of you, and I don’t want you to think of me like I’m some kind of dog nigga when I’m not. I really want you.”
“Well stay with me,” I pouted as I pulled him back toward the couch.
He laughed and picked me up.
“I have to go, Divine. But I promise I’ll be back tomorrow. Cool?”
“Cool,” I said as he put me down.
He looked down at me and smiled then shook his head. “Girl, you don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he said as he walked toward the door again.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He paused and then said, “I’ll call you later.” And then he left.
“Ugggghhh,” I grunted as I walked back to the couch.
He was always doing that shit to me; getting me all hot and then leave. As I was thinking of him, Chola called. I answered. She didn’t even let me talk before she started talking.
“My baby. I miss you. What are you up to?” she asked.
“Not much. You know I moved right?” I asked her as I flipped through the channels.
“Yeah? Why?”
“I couldn’t fuckin’ deal with Malina and Neiman. You were right about them,” I confessed as I shook my head.
“Kill them.”
“Huh? What? No. I mean, I cut them off, and that’s ’bout as far as I will go.”
“Pussy.”
“Ha-ha. Fuck you.”
“So are you still coming next week?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“I miss you so much,” she said and then we engaged in more girl talk.
I purposely left out the AJ and Neiman part. She would probably fly here to execute the murders of Neiman and Malina herself.
I also left out the part about me having a new friend.
Chapter Forty-Two
Milo
The next day…
The minute I hopped in my whip, I threw my briefcase in the back and unbuttoned the top of my shirt. Work had been long today, and I needed a stiff one. Looking at all them numbers on paper gave me a headache. Finally, I pulled out onto the main street on my way to the trap to spend some time with Pinky. I needed to keep her up to date on what was going on.
My tricks had been blowing my phone up, tryna get me to turn up again, but I wasn’t tryna let Divine nor Ali down. They were really believing in me and shit. I liked that. Some sort of purpose was setting in deep inside of me. Man, I can’t lie, life was starting to feel good again. But that scared me because every time I started feeling good about shit, something bad happened. I was tryna think positive, but it was facts. Felt like I had some sort of demon on my back that zapped me when I started to get set.
I turned the radio on to the DJ yelling about some new heat that was about to drop. “Here we go again,” I said to myself as I prepared to change the station.
He was always talking about some heat that was about to drop, but it ended up being trash.
Just before I was about to change the station, the song came on. The beat dropped hard and caught my attention. It was Neek Bucks. Smiling, I let the window down and started to rap along with the hit rapper out of Harlem.
“Walk in the club with the big glock. If them niggas play we gone lick shots. I lick the purp off my bitch twat…”
One thing about me, I loved all kind of music. Even the artists that were slept on. And Neek was one of them rappers. I used to always request his songs when I danced on stage at the strip club.
After jamming for so long and riding, I finally pulled up to the trap. The grass was high as fuck, and trash was everywhere. Me and Glory were gonna have to sit down and talk. Can’t have the trap looking like a trap. I shook my head as I walked to the front door and knocked.
“Damn, what’s up?” a dude said as he walked to the door.
I must have looked good to him by the way he was licking his lips and looking me up and down.
“Where Glory?” I asked.
He always had different niggas at the trap. That’s why I hated going to any one of his traps or his boy’s traps. It was always jam packed.
“Shit, he left, but he gone be back in a lil’ bit. Come inside with yo’ fine ass,” he said.
Laughing, I walked inside so I wouldn’t seem scared. This nigga looked like ol’ boy from the movie Holiday Heart. He was tall and bald with a nose ring like Tupac. Though he had dimples, I wasn’t feeling it. He was a lil’ too manly for me. Like a Hulk looking nigga.
“Thanks,” I said as I awkwardly walked past him and sat on the couch. It was four other niggas at the table rolling up blunts.
“Look at what we have here,” another guy said as he walked in from the back. He had the nerve to be grabbing his dick. I hated Dade County niggas. They had no manners.
“Ay, ain’t you Milo? The stripper?” one guy asked as he pulled out his dice and rolled them on the floor.
“Maybe,” I said with an attitude.
I hated when someone just blurted that out. Strippers got a bad rep, and I could tell by the way everyone started looking.
“Why Glory never mentioned that?” one dude asked.
“Because it’s not a big deal,” I snapped. They needed to hurry up and get back.
“Damn, my bad.”
“It’s cool,” I responded with my hands wrapped tight around my purse.
“Ay, go shut them dogs up back there,” one guy said to the one that answered the door.
“I’ll be back. I need to use the bathroom,” I said as I got up and walked down the hall. I sat on the edge of the tub and called Pinky.
“Yo, girl, where you at?” she asked.
“Waiting on you. Hurry up.”
“What? Waiting on me where?”
“The trap. Duh.”
She laughed. “Oooooh. I forgot to tell you that Glory shut that trap down.”
I got confused. “Wait. What? So have y’all been here today?”
“Girl, no. We ain’t been there in a few days. He started getting suspicious. Thinkin’ niggas was watching us and shit. So he moved it over there by Lu Lu.”
“So, who is these niggas in here acting like they know me?” I asked. By this time, I started whispering.
“Niggas? That house for sale. Nobody should be there. The landlord ain’t even put in back on the market yet.”
“Pinky, stop playing,” I said.
Knock Knock Knock
“Open the door, lil’ mama.”
“Who’s that?” Pinky asked.
“Pinky, call the cops right now. I think someb—”
Boom!
The door burst as wood pieces flew in my face. I jerked so hard that my phone dropped in the tub.
“Who you talkin’ to?” the Hulk guy asked as he walked in and flexed his muscles.
“Who are you?” I asked with a tremble in my voice. I wanted him to say his name so Pinky could hear him. I heard her yelling my name loud on the phone.
“Oh me? They call me Debo. But by the end of the day, you gon’ be calling me big dick.”
“Please don’t do this. I don’t know what it is that you want, but I don’t have anything. I swear to you,” I said as I stood up and backed away, tripping into the tub.
With his strong hands, he yanked me up and slung me against the wall. Two other guys came to the door, biting their lips.
“I got this,” he snarled at them.
“But—”
“Go get the van ready, nigga,” Debo said, cutting the guy off.
“Why? I thought we were gonna wait on Divine to show up.”
“We been here long enough. Milo gonna have to do. Besides, I think this hoe called somebody,” he said as he slammed the door shut.
It was broken, so it didn’t close all the way, but it shut just enough for him to whip his dick out.
“You know what to do.”
I looked down and shook my head. “No, no, no,” I cried, not believing what was happening.
“You do this shit like I want it to be done, and
I might tell the fellas to take it easy on ya. Come on, bitch. I ain’t got all day.” He took one hand and squeezed my neck.
“Who… sent… you?” I asked as he choked me. Scratching his hands with my nails, I tried to pry his gigantic hands away, but it wasn’t working.
“We can talk ’bout that later. I just heard the van start. Come on.”
“No,” I said as the tears started to fall more freely.
“I’ll tell you what, do what I want you to do and you gonna be good. Feel me? Don’t do it, and I will make sure your body never be found whole again.”
“Oh God,” I whispered and cried.
“He can’t save you now. Wrong place, wrong time. Yo’ bad. Now do it, bitch! If I gotta ask again, I’ma bat you dead in yo’ shit!” He grabbed my hair and pushed me to my knees. I wiped my tears and grabbed his dick. “You betta suck that dick like you love me, hoe,” he snapped.
“Okay,” I said, huffing and puffing, trying to stop my tears, but they kept coming. I just got off work, how did I end up a victim? I should have gone home.
“That’s it,” he moaned as he threw his head back. I thought about biting his dick and making a run for it, but I decided against it once I saw he had a gun in his left hand. “Suck that dick, girl. Damn,” he moaned as he leaned all the way back.
“Nigga, can you come on?!” someone yelled from the other side of the door.
“Make me bust real quick. You know what to do. Shit, girl,” he said as his breathing sped up and I increased the amount of spit on his dick. I was licking balls and everything. If I ain’t know how to do shit, I knew how to make a nigga cum like my life depended on it. And my life depended on it.
“Okay.”
“Oooh, shit. Damn. Umph. Fuck!” he yelled before cuming all in my mouth.
For my man, I would’ve swallowed. But for this bozo? I grabbed the toilet and puked my brains out. I felt like I had been holding my breath.
“Ahh,” I exhaled as I seemed to let out everything that was in my stomach.
“Come on,” he said, lifting me off the ground.
“Wait,” I said before we left out the bathroom.
“What?”
“I have to work tomorrow.”
He smacked his lips. “Man, bitch, if you don’t bring yo’ ass.”
