by Ciarra
“Damn girl, don’t be scared, I ain’t doing nothing to you,” he said to me. I pulled my arm away from him and chuckled.
“What’s up my dude?” I said to him.
“Ain’t shit, but man, I been kicking it with your girl Brook. I know what y’all were on before but I curious to know if she’s still on the same shit,” he asked me. I looked at him and turned my lips straight up.
“I’mma be honest Loco, I felt like Brook was bogus on what went down. Yes, what we did was wrong but she threw me straight me under the bus,” I said to him. Loco laughed.
“Yea, you right, she was singing like a fat lady that night,” he said.
“But I haven’t seen her since I’ve been back,” I told him. Loco said alright. I told Loco to be safe and dipped in the restaurant. Tiffany already had us a seat at the hibachi table. I was so thirsty to eat. I love shrimp and chicken and their shrimp sauce was on point. The waitress came and took our orders. I ordered two shots of Patrón right away. I needed something to knock the edge off.
“Damn girl, you stressing huh?” Tiffany looked at me and asked. I laughed with her. Tiffany stopped laughing and looked at me.
“You still love him don’t you?” she asked.
“Who?” I asked her.
“Killa bitch, don’t play, I know that was one of his friends.” She looked at me and I rolled my eyes and dropped the subject. That was one subject I was not ready to talk about just yet.
Brook
I had been sitting here blowing Jay’s phone up. I needed to know if he had heard about Dayja. I don’t know if she is dead or alive. I needed to know so I can plan my next victim. I laid across my bed I getting tired and frustrated. I needed something to do. I didn’t want to stop my life because Dayja had gotten herself caught up, just like I didn’t want to stop the flow before when Lovely passed away. I just couldn’t deal with anything right now. I thought about asking Loco to help me but I didn’t want him to think I was a bad girl and I also didn’t want him to think different of me. But one thing I did know was that I was eight weeks pregnant and I needed to get rid of this baby fast and quick, if I wanted to keep Loco around. I finally dragged myself and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let my urine do its morning routine. I grabbed the tissue to wipe my crotch when I heard my phone ring. I immediately wiped myself and ran into. I picked it up on the first ring.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Man, what’s good?” Jay responded back to me in a harsh tone.
“Umm, what do you mean what’s good Jay?” I replied back in the same tone. I was tired of him and this was the nigga I once loved.
“Where is Dayja you fucking dummy, are you that fucking broke you can’t get her back?” I yelled into the phone. As soon as I said those words he immediately hung up. I was pissed off. It was time for me to do a pull up. I was going to get to the bottom of this and I needed to get things figured out. I ran to my closet and put on my jumpsuit. I put a few rings in my purse in case I had to put the paws on Jay’s little ugly duckling. In less than five minutes, I was walking out the door and getting into my car.
I really hated for me to be this messy but I honestly needed to know what was going on with Dayja, and Jay really had me fucked me up. I knew that Dayja was still alive because Jay would have said something. Maybe Killa pursued her to be his wife or something. I deep down inside wished Dayja was dead. I didn’t have a legit reason as to why I wanted her to be dead, but I did know that I needed to take her place. I must admit I was a little jealous of Dayja. A lot of people didn’t see me before they saw her and I want to get the same respect she did, and that was just bottom line.
I pulled up to Jay’s house and noticed his car was not parked in his driveway, which was awkward. I shook my head. It was too hot and I knew I was going to be sitting here a good minute before I saw him. I thought about calling Loco to have someone to talk to, but I decided against it. I didn’t want to miss anything, and being on the phone with Loco distracted me. His voice and the way he talked always did something to me. I got out of my car and was walking up the steps, when another car pulls up. I sat my ass down on his porch and waited for them to get out the car. It was like they were hesitating I wanted to run up and open the car door but I couldn’t do that without knowing who was driving. The windows were tinted so I couldn’t really see in, but I did know there was some females in there. After waiting five minutes, I noticed Jay’s car pulled up and he hopped out. He turned up his mouth and started cursing and shit. Next thing I know, I saw the other car door open and I watched Dayja hop right out the car. My mouth fell to the floor. Damn, she really is alive.
I didn’t know if I wanted to run up and hug her or if I wanted to beat her ‘til she was unconscious. She’s been alive this whole time and that was the reason why Jay never picked up the phone. They obviously didn’t want me to know. I didn’t know what to do.
“OH MY GOD BITCH!!!” I screamed at her. I ran up to her and jumped on her. I had to play it off someway, somehow.
“Damn bitch, before my brother pulled up, I thought you was going to walk up to the car but I guess you was scared, huh? Or let me guess, you thought I was gone, huh?” Dayja spat to me in a harsh tone.
“Girl, what are you talking about? Bitch, I’ve been worried sick about you,” I told her. Dayja was up to something or maybe somebody had put a bug in her ear. Dayja really didn’t have any reason to be mad at me. I stood back and watched Jay give his girlfriend Tiffany a hug and a kiss, and walked her inside the house.
“Bitch, did you not think I had heard you?” she asked me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked her.
“You was quick to let Killa know that I was the one who robbed him and it was my brother that set him up,” she told me. I was shocked she heard that; I really did think she was dead. I just shook my head and walked away.
“Damn bitch, cat got your tongue?” she asked me. I was speechless and I tried to speak, but I ended up tripping over my words. Dayja looked at me and rolled her eyes. She walked past me and went into her brother’s house. I just walked over to my car, got in and pulled off. Although I did want to talk to Jay, I decided to just say fuck him.
I drove around the city of Minneapolis trying to figure out what my next move was going to be. I needed someone to talk to. I picked up my phone to call Loco. He was becoming someone I could talk to and also someone I could confide in. It didn’t hurt that I loved the way Loco was about getting his money. He was on his shit. If he wasn’t chatting with me, that nigga was working and getting to it. I parked my car and thought about asking Loco if he could put me on. I needed to get put on, I needed some fast cash. I dialed Loco’s number on my phone and he didn’t pick up. I was blowing out steam I was so frustrated. Damn, maybe I did lose a friend, not even just a friend but maybe a get money buddy. I was upset now. I started hitting the steering wheel. I needed to kill that bitch. Yup, I was going to kill that bitch, Dayja and maybe her brother and that bitch Tiffany too, but damn, I needed a partner. I needed somebody to have my back for a ‘just in case’. Loco was the only person I knew who was capable of helping me with robbing them. I shot him a text and told him to give me a call ASAP. I was about to put this plan in motion baby. I was going to bring them down.
Loco
I laid in the bed stretched out while getting my dick sucked by this white chick that lives in my apartment complex. I heard my phone ringing then I heard the text-messaging alert go off. But all that shit could be checked later. I needed this super dome head to relax my mind. I grabbed shorty’s head and pushed her shit a little bit deeper. “Let me see you go balls deep shorty,” I told Bridget. I felt my nut building up and then I released my nut in her mouth.
“Ahh,” I moaned out.
“Damn Bridge, I needed that baby, you did that boo,” I told the girl. I reached down, grabbed my pants, looked through my pockets and pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills. I gave it to her and told her to lock my door
on the way out. I grabbed my phone and noticed that Brook had called me then texted me talking about calling her ASAP. I thought about calling her back and seeing what she wanted, but I was going to have to put that off until later. I didn’t have time be dealing with other shit right now. I got up off the bed and walked to the front door to make sure it was locked. As soon as I got to the door, I heard my buzzer go off.
“Who the fuck is it?” I yelled in the buzzer. I hated when people popped up at my house without asking. I knew it had to be my brothers because they were the only people that knew where I lived.
“Who you think bitch?” I heard Slim yell back before I buzzed his ass in. I unlocked my front door and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“Where you at bitch?” I heard Slim yell out and say. I walked back into the living room and plopped myself right down on the couch.
“Boy, shut your gay ass up,” I told him. I cut on the PS4 and the 2k15 came on. Slim grabbed him a beer and then tossed me one. We both grabbed the controllers and just sat back and played the game for a while. In between us playing the game, my phone kept going off; Brook kept blowing me up.
“Damn bro, what, you got a bitch out here heartbroken? Your phone ringing like you the best drug in town,” Slim said to me. I laughed at his ass and the next thing I knew, my phone rang again and sure enough, it was Brook. This bitch had better been talking about some real life shit.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Dang boo, I just been blowing your ass up all day, I need your help with something,” she said into the phone. I had to admit I was a little skeptical about fucking with Brook especially when Dayja already told me she was a real thoroughbred, get money by robbing nigga type of chick, and I just couldn’t associate myself around that.
“I’ve been busy, what’s up,” I told her.
“I need some help… well, I need a gun.” As soon as the words came out her mouth I immediately knew this was a dumb bitch. Why would she just say that over the phone?
“Aye man, this my phone you on, I don’t have that type of shit. But maybe we can meet up later and have a chat or something,” I told her and hung up.
“Aye man, why that girl Brook just told me she needed a gun through the phone bro?” I said to Slim. He started cracking up with me.
“Man, you ain’t got no business fucking with that damn girl anyway,” Slim said. I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders; he was right, but oh well, shit happens.
A few hours later, I was pulling up to meet Brook at Applebee’s off University by the U of M. I loved coming on campus. It always reminded me that I didn’t do what I should have done. I should have took my butt to school and gotten an education. I was smart as hell in high school, graduated with 4.0, but I couldn’t leave that fast lifestyle and I wanted the money right then and there. I didn’t want to work or go to school for it, fuck that shit. I jumped in head first with my brothers Killa and Slim on the side of me. I didn’t have to worry about anything. I walked into Applebee’s and spotted Brook sitting at the booth by herself. I had to admit she was looking real good. She kept herself up.
I sat with Brook for about an hour before she told me that she wanted to rob somebody because they took something from her. At first when she said it, I became alarmed. I didn’t know if she was talking about me and trying to set me up. Brook reassured me she wasn’t setting me up, but she was setting up Dayja. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about that because even though what Dayja did to Killa was wrong, she was still cool peoples in my book. If the situation ever came down to it, I would trust Dayja before I trusted Brook, and that was just judging someone off the cover of his or her book. I was speechless. I honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Man shorty, I can’t get involved with that. I ain’t even gone lie,” I told her. Hell no I wasn’t going to be a part of that bullshit. If I was getting my hands dirty, I had to do it on my own terms. People weren’t including me in their shit. Little does Brook know, she was already in that boat of doing other people’s jobs and getting caught up in it. Brook looked at me shocked that I turned her down.
“You need to get out those streets, Brook, haven’t you learned yet?” I asked her. Brook was really a dumb ass girl and she was really just money hungry. She didn’t have any potential or nobody bringing her to the light.
“Have you seen Dayja? Why you on that with her?” I asked her. From what I heard, they had been friends since little kids, so I’m not quite sure why she was on that with her. You never supposed to bite the hand that feeds you, but I guess after so long, snakes do reveal themselves. I just looked at her and shrugged my shoulders.
“Well because I was looking for her and shit, she didn’t tell me she was alive and I was worried about her. She says I was quick to tell Killa that she was the one who had robbed him,” she looked at me and said. I knew she was lying. She was never worried about Dayja. She never mentioned her to me when we were going on dates before that.
“You never said anything to me. If she was your friend I’m pretty sure you would have said something or at least told me you had a friend that had disappeared,” I told her. Damn, she was crazy for real. I flagged the waitress down and let Brook know I wasn’t going to be able to help her. I dropped two hundred dollars bills on the table and told her to be safe. I hope and prayed she wasn’t going to be one of those that end up in the Mississippi River, which is where most girls end up.
I walked to my car and just shook my head at shorty. She was headed in the wrong direction. I hopped in my car and peeled off. I picked up my phone and dialed my homie, Mrs. Brenda-B. Brenda-B was a real thoroughbred chick. She grew up in the hood and she also grew out. She was married and had a house full of kids, but she would always hop off the porch if I asked her to. I needed Brenda to watch Brook and make sure Brook was not doing nothing she couldn’t handle. Brenda-B was the chick that looked out for anybody. She pulled people out the dirt before they fell into it. I dialed her number but no answer. I put on my Rich Homie Quan mixtape and let the sounds fill my ears.
Jay
After Brook left, everybody was sitting in the house in silence. I knew Tiffany was upset that she had popped up, but Brook was still Dayja’s friend, so eventually they were going to have to see each other. Brook still wasn’t showing which was a good thing. She didn’t need to have that baby. I hoped and prayed she wasn’t going to have that baby because definitely wasn’t ready and didn’t want a child with her. Yes, I was a fake nigga that switched up on her. At first, I was excited but now I’m disgusted. I just wasn’t ready to have a baby with her, even thought I was running up in her raw without the least care in the world. I sat on the couch and thought back to when I was I pounding Brook in Chicago; damn, that moment.
“What you think you doing?” I said to her. Brook turned to walk out the bathroom. I grabbed her arm, pushed her to the toilet, and pulled her sweat pants down. Then I put the head of my dick on her pussy lips. “Shhiiitt,” she moaned out. I slipped it inside and her pussy felt tight as hell. I felt my dick slowly opening up. “Damn your shit tight,” I said to her. I then chuckled. “I know your nigga is not packing like I am,” I said as I started stroking in and out of her. “Whatever nigga,” she said she started to throw that ass back on me. “Okay, you throwing it back now,” I said. She felt me lift her legs up to get better balance. I then spread her ass cheeks and she felt me then rub my finger against her ass hole. She once again started shaking. This was the moment where I was trying to have her tapping out. Brook stayed throwing that ass back, so that was all I could do to keep up. I couldn’t help it. She felt me slip that finger in her ass and she was done with. Her knees buckled, and in a nick of a time she came all over my dick and I almost fell forward. I started pumping fast which let me know I was about to reach my peak. “I’m cumming,” I moaned out. I knew she felt the wetness coming from my dick fill her up.
I laughed at thinking about how weak I had Brook. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her
at one point and still do. I couldn’t stop loving a person in one night and Tiffany knew that as well. All me and Brook did was fuck, nothing more nothing less. And when we did fuck, we were sneaking off somewhere to do it. Brook never came to my house unless she was with Dayja; otherwise, we were ducked off. Dayja knew we messed around but we were open about it. I shook my head from side to side. I was nervous and this was a sticky situation I had gotten myself in.
I watched Tiffany walk out the bathroom in my bathrobe. She walked to the kitchen and then looked over at me. Damn, Tiffany had me feeling me some type of way after seeing her legs do that walk. My eyes fell into a gaze. I needed some pussy and I actually needed that shit bad. I got up off the couch and walked over to where Tiffany was. She looked good as hell with her light-skinned, thick yet skinny ass. She was a total package in one. I got to where Tiffany was and pulled her in to kiss her. Surprisingly, she kissed me back. I gripped Tiffany’s butt and stroked it some more. I don’t think Tiffany was excepting me to kiss her but I had to. Her lips were looking mighty soft.
