A Little More Sin

by Parish Sherman

  "What's so funny?" she asked.

  "I lied, Kee," he said.

  "About?"

  "Everything. The only part that was the truth was the truck being a rental, and this not being my house," he said. They went in the family room and he explained to her about Malika, past and present.

  "Where's your bedroom?" she asked.

  "Upstairs, double doors at the end of the hallway." Keena went to her car to get an overnight bag, and then went upstairs.

  Sin went to the Suburban and got the money he got from Bo. He took it to Simina's room and hid it with his other money. As he was coming out he heard Davy and Tiny arguing about him going out to make a $300.00 sale.

  Sin went in his room and scanned through the numbers in his phone until he found the one he was looking for. He called the number.

  "Yeah?" the voice said.

  "Carlos, this is Sin. I got 25 racks ($25,000.00) for you," he said.

  "Who, where, and when?" Carlos asked.

  "I'll up you on it tomorrow. Meet me at Choppy's at 9:30," Sin said and hung up.

  Sin took off his jewelry, pants, and shirt. He put on a wife beater and some blue Fubu shorts, and laid on the bed and smoked a blunt of kush. Damn, 1998 is almost over. If I can go on a good run all the way to New Years 2000, I'll have like three mill, he said to himself.

  Keena came out of the bathroom a half-hour later dressed in a long T-shirt. "Mmmm, that felt good!" she said as she straightened out her work uniform. She set the clock for 6:30 and laid across the foot of the bed facing Sin.

  "So you ain't got no dude, do you? I wouldn't want a nigga to be sitting at home wondering where you at," he said.

  "No, if I did I wouldn't be here."

  "Is that right?"

  "Fuh sho. When I have a man I'm overly faithful. It's only about him. What about you? Why a good looking, level-headed brother like you don't have a woman?" she asked.

  "I don't trust ya'll," he said, and gave her a brief rundown of him, Yvette and Shaunté.

  "Are you sure those are your kids?" Keena asked.

  "I had the DNA test for Simara and she's damn near 100% me. When this new baby comes I'll do the same," he said.

  "Damn, I thought I had been through some bullshit. I was hopelessly in love with a wannabe pimp who tried to get me to hoe up. Don't get it fucked up. I'll do what I have to and play my position so we can have thangs, but at the time we were doing cool. His potna is K-Red, and you know K is Pimp of all Pimps. This nigga was trying to be like K. Nigga, pimp all you want, but I'm wifey. If I want to hoe up, let me bring it up, not you," she said.

  "I feel you. I take whatever money. I don't turn my nose up to hoe money or dope money, but I can't send my wife. I guess that's why I ain't no pimp. K go hard in the paint. He'll send whoever," Sin said.

  Keena scooted closer to Sin, so close their noses almost touched. "So when you coming back from Arizona?" she asked.

  "July 3rd," he said.

  "You gon' call me?" she asked.

  "Fuh sheezy, boo. I'm feeling your vibe," he said as he pulled her even closer.

  Keena put her leg over Sin's hip, and he grabbed her butt and pulled her so close that for him to be any closer he'd have to be in her. That's how they slept.

  Chapter Nine

  Rocked to Sleep

  When JB got to the hospital Max was in surgery. Kesha saw the look on JB's face as he approached. He spoke to his mom and dad and then pulled Kesha to the side.

  "I'm killing your boy. That nigga about to feel the wrath!" JB threatened.

  "My girl, Joesette was there. She said Max, Merl, Link, and Henry came into Echelon shooting. I know Sin. He ain't going to fire the first shot unless it's all out war," she said.

  "You sound like you taking that nigga's side, bitch!" he said. Kesha got in JB's face.

  ''Nigga, you lucky I'm pregnant! Because you going through some shit, I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. Now, if Sin wanted to kill Max, he could have killed him and the boys earlier. Then I found out some bitches in a Lexus in the parking lot shot Max and killed Link," she said.

  "What color Lexus?" he asked."

  "Black. JB, lets be realistic. Max set this shit off. He was the first to pull a gun. After I got this shit squashed, he rolled through Seminary. Then he let off the first shot at the club.

  JB started thinking that maybe kicking the war off was a bad move. When he and June were at war a couple years before, he lost seven soldiers, and June only lost one. The Circle was deep, and they had somebody that was hooked up with them on almost every block. So far Sin hadn't lost anyone, and he and Max lost Link, Henry, and Newt.

  JB hated what he was about to do, but he had no choice. "Kesh, do you think you can get this shit squashed?" he asked.

  "I'll try, but you know Max and Henry were shooting at Hasahn too," she said.

  "Awwww, fuck!" JB said. Kesha pulled her phone out, called Sin, and left a message on his voice mail.

  The alarm went off waking Sin and Keena. She reached across him and turned it off. Keena got up and went to the bathroom and washed up. Sin saw his phone blinking. He unhooked the charger and looked at the one number that was on there four times. He didn't recognize the number so he didn't call back. He went to the dresser and took out some white silk boxers and went to the bathroom and stripped and turned the shower on. Keena slapped his ass as he was getting in.

  "Okay now!" he said.

  "I wish I had time to get in with you," she said.

  "You ain't about to let me have it my way," he said as he showered.

  Keena opened the shower door and saw Sin standing there naked and had a good mind to call in sick. "You are fine than a muthafucka. We might have to have some alone time," she said.

  "Yeah, yeah," Sin said and took his shower.

  Keena went back in the bedroom and he got out and dried off, and lotioned down then put his boxers on. He went in the bedroom and Keena was putting on her shirt. The room was clean and the bed was made.

  "I'll make you some breakfast," she said as she finished buttoning her shirt.

  "Don't worry about it, baby. I'm having breakfast with my homies," he said.

  Sin put on some blue denim Sean John shorts, a white Jordan T-shirt, and his red and white Jordan shoes. He grabbed the white do-rag and put it on

  By the time Sin and Keena got downstairs it was 7:30. Sin went and opened Davy's bedroom door to wake him up. Davy was up, and he was banging Tiny out. Sin pulled the door closed.

  "BG, I'm gone!" he said.

  "Aight," Davy said.

  "Let me tell my sister something," Keena said just as Sin's phone rang. Keena opened the door and saw Davy hitting Tiny from the back and gasped. Tiny screamed and covered herself. Sin laughed as he answered his phone. "Yo?"

  "Sin, why you ain't call me back?" Kesha asked.

  "I just woke up, Kesh. What's up?" he asked.

  "JB wants to talk to you," she said.

  "Yeah, right. That nigga can talk to these hot ones (bullets)," Sin said.

  "Sin, for real! This shit has to stop. It ain't good for no one if ya'll have a war. Shit, Max done got shot up, the paper says ya'll's boy, Fred got shot. JB will meet you wherever you choose," she said.

  "Kesha, my kids will be there. If some shady shit jump, I'm killing you first. Jack-In-The-Box on 45th & Telegraph at 3:00," he said and hung up.

  As Keena and Tiny were going word for word, Sin called Janine in Tucson.

  "Hello?" a female answered.

  "May I speak to Janine?" he asked.

  "She's not here right now. May I take a message?" she asked.

  "Will you tell her Simian called?"

  "Sin?" the chick asked.

  "Yeah, who dis?" he asked.

  "This is Sonia. We didn't get to meet when you were out here for my grandmother's funeral. I was too messed up to attend. Auntie speaks highly of you," she said.

  "Sonia, will you let her know that I'm leaving tonight, and I should be
there by early morning. I'm bringing two little ones, more than likely three mid-teens, and my cousin," he said.

  "Damn, all them your kids?" she asked.

  "Just, three of them. Mine is a thirteen-year-old girl, a ten-year-old girl, and seven-year-old boy. My niece and little brother's coming. She's fourteen, and he's fifteen."

  "I'll have something for them to do. Mario's daughter, Ebony is fourteen. She'll be here. My daughter Jessica is eleven. She'll be here. Mario's nephew, John Jr. is sixteen, and he'll be here also," she said.

  "That's cool," he said as he became aware of Keena staring at him frowning.

  "Bring some of that green stuff you gave auntie," Sonia told him.

  "Oh yeah, baby that's mando (mandatory). I'll see you later on," he said and hung up.

  Keena rolled her eyes at Sin and walked out through the garage.

  "What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

  "How you gonna be on the phone with a female while I'm right here?" she asked.

  "Man, you tripping. We had a cool night, don't fuck it off behind some insecure shit," he said. He walked her out to her truck and tried to kiss her. She turned her head. Sin looked at her stupid and walked back in the garage and got in his SS and started it. The moment that Keena backed out and left he went back in the house. He snatched 10 gees and left.

  When Sin pulled up at the apartments where Scatter's mom used to live he saw June's black S600, Rods beige CL600, Shaqui's gold drop 69 Camaro, Hasahn's blue Range Rover, Amir's blue drop SL500, and a couple of other cars of cats that weren't original members.

  They discussed the demo that the 61st Street niggas put down. Sin let them know he was going to put a hit on JB as soon as they finished this meeting. After everything was agreed upon they all left.

  Sin pulled up at Choppy's and called Yanna while he waited for Carlos.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Wash your pussy, I'll be there in an hour," he said.

  "Nigga, my pussy stay washed. You coming over here to suck my clit?" she asked.

  "For sure, you know my work. What you got on?" he asked.

  "You know I sleep naked. For real though, baby I don't want you to give me any head. I want some of that big-ass dick you packing," she said.

  "You gon' cook after we finish?" he asked.

  "If you do your thing right I'm going to do whatever you say. Now hurry up," she said.

  "Aight," he said and hung up.

  When Sin looked to the passenger side somebody was standing there. He got spooked and was about to reach for his gun until he saw it was Carlos. He popped the lock and Carlos got in. "Man, you better quit sneaking up on niggas before somebody blast you," Sin said.

  "You better quit slipping. You at war with them 61st Street niggas whose turf ain't but fifteen blocks up," he said.

  "Yeah, you right," Sin said and dapped him.

  "So who you want killed?" Carlos asked.

  "That nigga, JB"

  "I owe that sucka one anyway. He killed my sister's husband. When you want it done?"

  Sin pulled his phone out and called Lisa.

  "What's up?" she asked.

  "Call that nigga, JB on the three-way and set up a date at that pool spot in Concord," he told her. Lisa did as told and clicked over. Sin heard the phone ring three times before it was answered.

  "Hello?" JB said.

  "JB, this is Linda. I met you at the rim shop yesterday," she said.

  "Oh yeah, what's cracking, boo?"

  "I was trying to see if you wanted to kick it tonight, on me."

  Sin knew JB was feeling that. If a chick wanted to kick it and was talking about footing the bill, then she wasn't gold digging. Sin knew pussy was man's downfall. He vowed right then to stop fucking with so many bitches.

  "Yeah, I'm with that. What you trying to do?" he asked.

  "I was thinking of going to this little under pool hall in Concord, and maybe going to the mo-mo (motel) next-door. They got hot tubs," Lisa said.

  "Yeah, like that?" he asked.

  "Yeah, baby just like that," she purred.

  "I'll be there by 9. I know where it's at" he said.

  "Okay, I'll see you then," Lisa said and hung up. "You coming over, because we need to talk. Your girl called me, talking about she saw your car in my driveway last night night," she said to Sin.

  "I'll be by there later," he said and hung up. Sin gave Carlos the 10 gees. "Dawg, don't let anything happen to my girl," he said.

  "I got you, man. Say, why don't you keep half this loot and give me some cream (dope)?"

  "Man, if you get off that shit I'll help you get some real money," Sin said.

  "I am off of it. I been getting money in Berkeley on 8th Street. Ask Terell. I been spending with him," he said.

  Sin picked his phone up and called Terell.

  "What up?" he answered.

  "Hit Carlos off with 16 zips (ounces). I got the money from him already."

  "Tell him to meet me on 48th at 12. Bro, your girl on some scando shit. You know she up in here fucking with her cousin's baby's daddy," he told Sin.

  "Fuck that bitch! Handle your wax. Meet me on 4-6 at 2:30," he said.

  "Aight," Terell said and hung up.

  "Sin, take me to the little hooptie spot on 45th and Market," Carlos said.

  As Sin was pulling off, his young rapping homeboy, D9 pulled up. "Sin, come check this out," he said.

  Sin got out of the SS and walked over to D9's Expedition and saw the TV's in the headrest and the one in the dash. "That shit like that! Where you get it done at?" he asked.

  "That beat shop on Shattuck, around the corner from your mom's house."

  "I'm shooting my Navigator up there," Sin said.

  "Let me buy 5 zips," he said.

  "Call T. I ain't selling nothing today," Sin said and got in the SS and pulled off, bumping Makeveli's "Hit em up".

  They pulled up at the lot, and Sin saw a clean '79 Caprice Classic for Davy. He got out and found out they wanted two gees. He bought it and called Davy.

  "Hello?" Davy said out of breath.

  "Damn, nigga you still hitting that? Ay, I bought you a car. Come to my mom’s house."

  "Aight, I'll be there in a few minutes," Davy said and hung up. Carlos put 5 gees down on a 300ZX.

  Sin drove to Yanna's house in the 2000 Lake Shore high-rises. He parked and called the dude, Mark at the paint shop and told him he wanted the truck done expediently. Mark told him that he put Bondo on the bullet holes, and resprayed the truck since he had saved some of Sin's original paint.

  "Nigga, I don't be fucking with Bondo. Just get me a new lift gate and windows," Sin said as he got out of the car.

  "You were still going to need some Bondo for the holes in the quarter panel. I got the back window, and the truck is under the lights now. Sin, I'm telling you, you can't even tell where the bullet holes were at," he said.

  "So when am I going to be ready?" Sin asked.

  "I been working on your shit all night. It'll be ready by five tonight."

  "Damn, nigga you must be off that meth," Sin said.

  "Nah, I'm off that 7 gees I'm fixing to charge you. Holla!" he said and hung up.

  Sin went into the apartment building towards the elevator. As he was getting on the elevator he called Yanna.

  "Hello?"

  "I'm here, baby. I'm getting on the elevator now," he said.

  "I'll meet you at the door," she said and hung up.

  Sin went to the 19th floor and got off and made his way to the right. When he got to 2904, Yanna was standing in the door, butt naked. He walked in and closed the door.

  Yanna stripped him at the door. She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He gripped her ass-cheeks as she guided him into her wet pussy. He pressed Yanna against the door and served her for 15 minutes. Sin felt his nut coming and stopped. He reached for his pants and put a rubber on. He guided Yanna to her couch, bent her over, and hit it from the back. Yanna started moaning and buc
king, which let Sin know she getting off. He wasn't too far behind her.

  "That's what I'm talking about, baby!" she said and leaned back and kissed him. Sin noticed then that she had gotten her eyebrows and hair done. Yanna was actually a pretty girl. They went and got in the shower and washed up, and the sucking and eating started.

  As they dressed, Sin's phone rang. "What's up?" he asked.

  "Sin, I'm at your mama's house," Davy said.

  "I'll be there in a minute," Sin said and hung up. He watched as Yanna put on a cream-colored Versace dress, with no panties, no bra.

  "Sin, you ain't no joke with that tongue. You gon' make a bitch fall in love," she said.

  "Your pussy just has a one of a kind flavor to it. Make sure you meet Lisa in an hour so you can get the stuff. Call the airport and make flight arrangements. Then call me and let me know what time you'll be ready," he instructed her. They finished dressing and left.

  At 3:00 Sin was parked in the Jack-In-The-Box parking lot waiting for JB. Simina, Quesha, and Shamika were inside eating. Sin's phone was on speaker. JB and Kesha pulled up in a black BMW 850. A black MPV pulled in behind them.

  "We on them," Terell said over the phone.

  JB pulled along side the Suburban. Sin held his MP5 tight.

  "Tee, my kids inside. Make sure that if them niggas start busting, they all die," Sin said before he rolled his window down.

  "Say, man what we gonna do? This shit ain't worth it," JB said.

  "It ain't worth it for me either, playboy. Next time it can be me that gets killed," Sin said.

  "Well it's squashed on my end," JB said.

  "Where's my baby?" Kesha asked.

  "She's inside with her sister," Sin said

  "Sister?"

  "I'll tell you about it some other time," he said as he tapped the horn. The girls came out and Kesha talked to Quesha. She kept looking at Simina and frowning at Sin.

  "Tell Kesha bye," Sin said.

  At 6:30 Sin's Navigator was done. He picked it up and dropped it off at the beat shop. He then loaded the kids into the Suburban and hit the interstate with Jamila.

  At 9:00 Carlos was sitting in a black Toyota Supra in the pool hall's parking lot when he saw Lisa pull up in her Acura. He was glad Sin insisted that they meet each other so there would be no mistakes.