Girls from Da Hood 12

by Treasure Hernandez

  “How many?” Honey mouthed.

  “What the fuck are the numbers!” Breezy yelled. “Bitch, you better tell me before I start cutting you up, piece by piece!”

  “Um . . .” Tari said breaking her eyes away from Honey. “Three!”

  OK, three niggas, Honey thought to herself. All she needed to know was where they were at.

  “Where?” she mouthed to Tari when their eyes met again.

  “Three?” Breezy’s voice sounded beyond impatient. “Three! Bitch, stop fuckin’ playing with me! Do you see these guns? I will fucking kill you!”

  “I’m sorry!” Tari cried. “The way you’re standing in front of me is throwing me off! And the way these niggas are standing on the sides of the bed, almost at the end but not really, are throwing me off too!”

  “What? Bitch, are you on crack!”

  His question hadn’t been out of his mouth for a second before Honey entered the room, gun blazing. She pulled the trigger to the gun twice—hitting the two goons on the sides of the bed with precise head shots. Her senses told her to drop to the floor, and once she did, a bullet hole appeared on door where her head was just at. Honey fired her weapon two more times and caught Breezy in both of his kneecaps.

  “Ahhh!” He screamed in agony as he fell back. He dropped his gun when he hit the ground and glared at Honey from across the room. “I killed you!”

  “No, stupid,” Honey grabbed the doorknob and got back up. “You didn’t. Because it takes sixty seconds for a human to drown.” She walked closer to him and kicked the gun he was reaching for far out of his grasp. She gazed down at him with a confused look riddled on her face. “You had everything, my nigga. You were young and richer than a lot of people your age. Why be greedy like this? I don’t get it. But I don’t want to either.”

  Bang! Bang!

  Honey didn’t look at Breezy after her bullets demolished his face. She just hurried to get to where Tari was.

  “Oh my God, Honey,” Tari exclaimed when Honey was bent over her untying her wrists. “Your face!”

  “I’ve been worse, trust me,” Honey said trying to sound tough. “Did they hurt you?”

  “They touched me, but that guy, Breezy, came in here before they could do what they really wanted to. Ouch!” Tari sat up and rubbed her tender wrists before grabbing for her clothes on the bed beside her.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Honey said when Tari was dressed.

  Tari tried to walk out of the room without looking at the dead bodies, but when she passed Breezy, she kicked him.

  “Motherfucka,” she said before exiting the room.

  She helped Honey limp to the car and ran back in the house to get the cell phone Honey had dropped. Tari didn’t recognize the neighborhood that they were in, but the truck had a full tank of gas, and it would be nothing to figure out. She sat there for a second trying to make sense of what just happened. Honey hadn’t saved her life once, but twice. She didn’t run when she had the opportunity to leave. She’d come back for her.

  “Honey, thank—”

  Honey threw her arms around Tari before the “thank you” was completely out of her mouth. After the initial shock wore off, Tari wrapped her arms tightly around Honey too. Neither shed a tear, and both were quiet. However, there was much said in silence. When they broke apart, Tari pulled away from the boarded-up white house, and Honey leaned back in the seat, watching Chicago’s scenery all the way back to Tari’s house.

  * * *

  “I’m calling the police! Those girls should have been back by now!”

  They heard a frantic voice screaming when they approached the house. Tari’s mother was in the front yard yelling at Dank when they pulled into the driveway.

  “No! Nooooo! You don’t want to do that!” Dank was shaking his head with his palms up, trying to calm the older woman down. “See! There they are!”

  “That ain’t the car they pulled off in!” Tari’s mother tried to walk up to the car, but Tari jumped out first.

  “Mama!” Tari said, slamming the truck door shut, not wanting her to see Honey’s condition. “I’m OK. We just did a little extra shopping, that’s all. Why are you even outside? You should be in bed resting!”

  She ushered her mother inside the house and Dank went to the truck wondering why Honey didn’t get out too.

  “Aye, ma, that old lady is a trip! She—” he stopped midsentence when he saw how badly beaten up she was. “What happened to you? Did Tari do this to you?”

  “That girl couldn’t go toe to toe with me if she tried,” Honey told him and grunted in pain when she tried to adjust herself. Breezy had done a number on her ribs, and she hoped nothing was broken. “It was Breezy. He kidnapped us.” She went into detail about the last few hours of her life and how Breezy had turned on them all. “I left his ass stinking in an abandoned house,” she finished.

  Out of all the emotions rushing through Dank, the only one he would allow to surface was relief. He grabbed Honey’s hands and kissed each one of her fingers before pressing them to his forehead.

  “If something would have happened to you, ma, I woulda aired this whole city out.”

  “I’m OK, though,” she told him with her cheek resting on her seat’s headrest. She looked at the house that Tari and her mother had disappeared into and sighed. “I can’t go back in there. I’ve already caused them so much trouble already. Can you go get our bags?”

  “No problem. El-Jihad confirmed that the deposit showed up in the account you sent it to, so we’re free to go home now. But I’m about to take you to the hospital before we leave. If that nigga wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him.”

  “Wait! Dank?” Honey called his name before he was completely out of the car. “I left $50,000 in her account. Tell her I said thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Reminding me that it’s OK to be normal. And we left that Audi rental downtown. I want to buy it and have it towed here, to Tari’s house. It’s hers.”

  Dank looked at Honey and gave her curious look. It looked like he wanted to ask another question but instead, he just smirked.

  “You know, I ain’t seen you look out for another woman like this since Lanai.”

  “I know,” Honey said and turned away from him to look out the window. She stared up at the sky, and the sun was shining down on her. “Ny been talking to me, and I think it’s time that I listened. Tell Tari I’ll call her when I get home.”

  Dank shut the door, and Honey waited patiently for him to return. So much had happened in a few days’ time, but so many lessons were embedded in Honey’s mind because of it. Since Lanai died, Honey had never been the same, but being able to do for Tari what she hadn’t been able to for Lanai brought a small glimmer of light back into Honey’s life. A piece of her was even sad to say good-bye so soon, but she knew that she would be saying hello to freedom when she got back home to LA. And that meant she could visit whenever she wanted to, if Tari wanted her to anyway.

  “Hey!”

  The voice caught Honey off guard, and she turned back to the driver’s side to see Tari getting back in the truck. She tossed a bag of clothes and a few pairs of shoes in the backseat before putting her seat belt on.

  “I didn’t even hear you open that.”

  “Probably because you got beat the fuck up,” Tari grinned, but then straightened her face. “Too soon?”

  “Yes, bitch,” Honey giggled and gripped her stomach. “It hurts! What are you doing anyway?”

  “Dank said y’all were about to leave, and he was about to take you to the hospital. But the next flight out of here isn’t until the morning, so I talked him into staying here with Mama so I could take you to the hospital.”

  Tari ended her statement with a big fake smile before she started the car and began driving.

  “Oh,” Honey said and turned her face away from Tari.

  “You over there smiling? Awe, Honey! You like me!”

  “You a’ight, I guess,” Ho
ney replied rolling her eyes.

  “I guess I’ll take that. I brought you some clothes and panties since the stuff you have on looks gross. I threw in a brush and comb too, because whoo!” Tari made the same sound Honey had the first night they met and looked at the bird’s nest on Honey’s head. “My mama would have talked all the shit if she would have seen you. I hope nothing is broken.”

  The two women talked the whole time to the hospital and the horrors that had happened to them that day seemed to be farther in the past than they were. Tari helped Honey out of the car when they reached the emergency entrance of the hospital, and when they wheeled Honey to the room, Tari tried to hang back.

  “Can you make sure my sister comes in the room with me?” Honey told her nurse, Sally, who was helping her in bed. Honey looked at Tari, who was standing in the doorway of the hospital room, with needy eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

  “OK,” Tari said, setting the bags in her hands down and taking a seat by the hospital bed.

  The last scene the nurse saw before she shut the door was the women holding hands in a consoling manner. She dragged the cart back to where the other nurses were huddled behind the desk.

  “She was beat up pretty bad,” a woman with brunette hair said to Sally.

  “Yeah, she looked pretty dinged up. I can’t imagine who would do that to such a beautiful woman like that,” Sally responded shaking her head. “But her sister is in there with her now. You can tell they’re close. I’m about to go get her vitals. Pam! Don’t forget lunch is on you today!”

  With that, Sally grabbed everything she needed for her chart and wheeled her cart back down the hall toward the room to give the gift that God gave her . . . healing.

  THE END

  Street Life Johnny’s in Love

  by

  Katt

  Chapter 1

  “If you want me to suck your dick, you need to put an extra hundred on the table,” Strawberry Shortcake instructed her young white patron.

  That Saturday they were in a small motel room that was in major need of an upgrade. The wallpaper looked to have not been updated since the eighties, and the mattress had hard lumps in it. She had no complaints, though. It was the location that her pimp, Sir, had chosen, so she had no choice but to show up. All she knew about the man sitting in front of her was that he was young, kind of cute, and paid well. She didn’t ask for his name. Sir made her call all their customers “Johnny.”

  “An extra hundred?” the young man exclaimed. “I just paid two hundred! I thought that you sucking my dick was included.”

  “Do I look like a two-bit ho to you, Johnny?” Strawberry asked, motioning to her stacked body.

  Johnny followed her hands and got mesmerized for a second. Strawberry had hips for days, and he could see her ass from the front of her. Her D-cup tits sat up perkily, and her pink areolas looked delicious against her olive-colored skin. Her body was perfect, and from where he sat on the bed, he could see no flaws. Even her manicured toes looked scrumptious.

  “OK, OK!” He gave in and pulled an extra hundred from the pocket of his brown suit. “But we need to get this show on the road. My lunch is only an hour long.”

  Smiling big, Strawberry snatched the bill from his hand and set it on the rickety nightstand beside the queen-sized bed. Johnny stripped completely naked and waited patiently to feel Strawberry’s warm mouth on him. She put her long, brunette hair in a ponytail on top of her head while slowly moving her hips and staring into Johnny’s baby-blue eyes.

  “Has anybody ever told you that looking in your eyes is like being lost at sea?” She based him up and lowered herself on her knees. “They say my mouth and my pussy is like being lost at sea too.”

  She didn’t care what his next words were. It was time for her to do her job and make Sir happy. She wrapped her big, full lips on the tip of Johnny’s six-inch erection and slid her mouth down to the base. Bobbing her head up and down, she made sounds like she was choking from his size, even though she wasn’t.

  “Ahhh! Yes, you dirty slut!” Johnny moaned, reaching down to pinch Strawberry’s nipple. “You nasty-ass girl!”

  He threw his head back when he felt her throat make a swallowing motion on his tip and gripped the back of her head. Tired of her being in control, Johnny stood to his feet, holding both sides of Strawberry’s head to keep it still while he ruthlessly fucked her face.

  “Nasty bitch!” he said, slamming in and out of her mouth. “Ohhh! That mouth feels so good, you nasty bitch!”

  When Strawberry came up for air, he grabbed her arm and pulled her on the bed, telling her that he was ready for her Latina pussy. He bent her over and played with it while he put his condom on. Sliding two fingers in and out of her wetness, he felt himself becoming even harder. His focus wasn’t on pleasing her. It was on using her as an object of his own pleasure. Without warning, he shoved the same two fingers that had been inside her pussy in her butt hole.

  “Ahhh!” Strawberry shouted in shock.

  “Shut up and arch your back,” Johnny demanded.

  Strawberry did as she was told and let him do to her what he came for. What Johnny didn’t have in length, he made up for in thickness. When he rammed his manhood in Strawberry’s love canal, he awakened every sense her pussy walls had. Pleasure shot through her body like electricity while he penetrated her two ways, and she arched her back until her nipples rubbed against the bed comforter.

  “Is she being good to you, Daddy?” she asked and looked back at him.

  He didn’t need to answer. Strawberry could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying himself just by the way his face was completely twisted up. She knew that look all too well. It was the “trying to hold a nut” expression. That was her cue to end their session early. Strawberry began throwing her ass back so viciously, the poor man looked like he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t trying to get her to come, but she refused to leave without getting something. She felt the pressure building up in her clit, and she bit her own wrist when she felt it explode.

  “Ahhh!” they both called out in unison as they climaxed.

  Strawberry felt his dick jerking inside of her until he pulled out, holding on to the condom for dear life. The last thing he wanted, Strawberry was sure, was to have a baby with a prostitute. Johnny fell on the bed with his shrunken manhood still out and in the come-filled condom. Strawberry knew what was about to happen next even before she heard him snoring. Johnny had booked her for an hour, and since he only lasted about thirty minutes, that meant she had time to take a quick shower. Gathering her things, she headed for the bathroom to get herself together. She didn’t turn her nose up at the small and slightly dirty facility. She’d been to worse places. There were times when she couldn’t even clean her swollen pussy after a job, so she was just happy to have access to a bar of soap and running water.

  She allowed herself to relish in the feeling of the running water for a few minutes before she cleaned herself and got out. She used one of the towels that was in the bathroom to dry off and wiped the foggy mirror with her hand so she could see herself. Her lipstick was smeared, but other than that, her makeup was still neatly in place. She fixed her lips and put her hair in one neat braid before putting her short red dress and nude four-inch pumps back on. When she opened the bathroom door, she saw that Johnny was still knocked out on the bed. Before she nudged his leg to wake him up, she snatched the $300 from the nightstand, along with her over-the-shoulder nude chain clutch. She put the money in her clutch but grabbed an extra fifty from the pocket of Johnny’s slacks on the ground and put that in her bra.

  “Sugar,” she said sweetly, tapping his leg.

  “Hmmmm,” he groaned.

  “Your time’s up, and I need to get going,” she told him swishing to the door of the motel room. “Your break is almost over.”

  She reached in her clutch for her oversized dark shades and put them on before the Memphis sun could blind her when she opened the door.

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p; “Bye,” she heard Johnny say behind her, but she’d already slammed the door shut.

  She hadn’t even taken two steps in the parking lot when a champagne-colored 2016 Cadillac CTS parked in front of her, blocking her way. Smiling big, she reached for the handle and pulled it, but it didn’t budge. The passenger’s side window rolled down, and she peered inside with a pout on her face.

  “Daddy, open the door,” she whined to her pimp.

  Larry “Sir” Smalls wasn’t your typical pimp. He was young, handsome, and didn’t rock the normal décor of a pimp. Truthfully, the only thing cliché about him was his car. His hair was cut into a fade, and around his neck, he rocked a thick chain with an “S” hanging from it. He covered six of his bottom teeth with a gold grill and wore many rings on his fingers, though none of them was a wedding band. His skin was brown, and it matched the color of his eyes. Sir blinked at Strawberry and stared at her like he was waiting for something.

  “Bitch, where’s my money?”

  “Daddy, you know I wouldn’t come to your car if I didn’t have your money,” Strawberry gushed and pulled out all the money she’d made that day.

  When he saw all the green in her hand, he unlocked the door and rolled the window back up. She handed him the money once she was in the car and watched him count it as she put her seat belt on. She could tell something was wrong since he counted it three times in a row.

  “This is only $2,400,” Sir said shaking his head. “There’s a hundred dollars missin’, Strawberry.”

  “You ain’t give me no money this morning,” Strawberry replied hurriedly, laying her Hispanic accent on thick. “And since you made me catch taxis to get to all these places, I had to dip into the pot. Don’t be mad at me, Daddy.”

  Sir looked like he wanted to be mad, and Strawberry braced herself for the slap that was sure to come, but it didn’t. The angry expression subsided, and Sir put the car back in drive.

  “I’ll give you some money from now on if I can’t drive you where you need to be,” he replied. “You hungry? I was finna stop at a burger place and grab some food right quick.”