Her words stunned me into silence. I almost feel bad about judging her. I didn’t know she went through a damn identity crisis. No wonder Preshus would always say it’s more to Kimmy than meets the eye.
“Well, if you need, or want, my help with anything, I’m here, okay?” I let her know.
“Thanks, Neesha. I could use another friend outside of Preshus,” she giggled out, before turning sad.
“Pray, Kimmy, she’s gonna pull through,” I assured her.
She nodded, while facing the passenger window. Letting the low melodic sound from the radio serenade us. I don’t know who’s singing, but they sound great. I picked the cell phone up, then placed it back down. I did that twice.
“Um, Neesha what’s wrong with you?” She asked, eyeing me.
“Oh, um, I thought bout calling Seaqual, until I remembered the time,” I responded.
She nodded.
“Understandable, he should be asleep, right? How did he feel about staying the weekend with his mama?” She questioned.
I sighed, just thinking about the smile that lit up Seaqual’s face as I told him about staying with Sprinkle.
“He was actually happy. Seaqual has never seen the wrong in Sprinkle. Don’t get me wrong, he knew she got high, he’s never been naive to that. But at the same time, he held onto the mother who took care of him, cooked for him, loved him. I could never fault him for that. I used to long for that too. I’m happy he’s getting her back,” I explained, honestly.
“Yeah, a child always wants their mother and father. I’ve never had neither. You are an awesome big sister. You gave him that without being made to,” she relayed to me, with sadness in her voice.
I could hear the pain and hurt in her voice. I know the story bout her father. That shit just showed me once again, how selfish Kenya’s slut ass really is.
“Have you spoken to Kenya?” I wondered.
“No, not since Preshus threw her ass outta my hospital room. I’ve called her, those went unanswered. I went by her house. Her car was in the driveway, but her bag and cell wasn’t in the house. I just trumped it up to her being on another trip. It isn’t like it’s unusual for her to just leave without a word to me,” she answered.
I nodded my agreeance, while letting the conversation die. Pulling up to the hospital just in time. Parking, we climbed out. I grabbed my cell, heading into the hospital through the emergency doors.
“He should be in this area, right?” I questioned, moving towards the double doors.
“Let’s,” she started.
“The fuck you mean I gotta wait? She needs me. Aye, she die, yo ass dies. Fuck wit me. Stallion, kick they ass they fuck some shit up.”
We turned towards an angry Stone being pushed out the back. Walking over to him cautiously.
“How is she?” I questioned.
I don’t know how to take Stone’s unstable ass. I swear his ass should come with a manual. He turned to us. His look almost caused me to take a step back. He blew out a breath, but it ain’t helped the ugly ass mug he’s sporting.
“She’s fighting, they rushing her into surgery. Her heartbeat dropped, but it picked back up. I heard my soldier’s heartbeat. It’s strong. They gonna be good,” he explained, looking at the door.
Saying a small prayer of thanks, Kimmy and I flanked to his side, attempting to move him from the door. After a few beats, he moved, as we guided him. I don’t think he wants to hurt us. We made it to the waiting area.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Damn, I almost dropped this bitch,” I mumbled.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Neesha, honey,”
“Mama Reed? How did you? What’s wrong?” I questioned, alert.
“Neesha, baby, you may want to sit,” she started.
Her breaths were coming out in short spurts.
“I can’t, what’s going on?” I questioned.
A hard sigh came from her before she answered.
“Baby, it’s yah mama. She,” was all she said, before the line went silent.
“Mama Reed, Mama Reed,” I called into the phone.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I eyed the screen.
“Call ended,” I mumbled, before hitting her contact again.
It didn’t even ring, her voicemail picked up. I did it again, and again, with the same results.
“Neesha, what’s wrong? Who was that on the phone?” Kimmy questioned.
Looking up into her worried eyes.
“It was, um, Mama Reed. She made mention about my mama before her line went dead,” I responded.
“It’s probably nothing. It’s early as fuck. The hell Mama Reed up for? She probably saw yo mama looking clean and got her mind confused. I’ll get my guys to check on’em, aiight?” Stone spoke.
I just simply nodded, as I took a seat beside Kimmy. That could be it, but with what I’m feeling, it’s more to it than that. I hope everyone is good. I can’t take shit else right now.
Turtle
‘Down the street from
Creamy Pies’
“That’s fuckin’ beautiful. Like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Got all them weak muthafuckas in one hit. Let this be a fuckin’ lesson to y’all niggas,” I boasted to my soldiers, as we eyed the blasts surrounding ‘Creamy Pies.’
“Fuck yeah! We takin’ all this shit over. Shiidd, we should’ve been out there snatching up them big booty hoes. I can’t wait to fuck them bitches. They asses gon’ bow the fuck down. Hoes hollering bout they don’t fuck foe cash. Lying ass bitches. All stripping freak hoes are tricks,” Juke coasted.
A few chuckled at his words, agreeing to his stupid logic. These young bucks ain’t gonna never fuckin’ learn.
“That’s that bullshit, Juke. This fuck nigga needs to hurry the fuck up. Too many fuckin’ police out this bitch,” I grumbled out, while eyeing the scene.
“I told yo ass not to even deal wit that soft pussy nigga. I ain’t doing no bid foe this bullshit. I just wanna get back to the fuckin’ money,” Juke stated.
Turning in my seat, I eyed his ass. He eyed me back. I can say the lil’ nigga got heart. Too much fucking mouth, but he got heart.
“You told who what? I know yo ass ain’t saying that bullshit to me. I run this shit. Play yo fuckin’ position. Ain’t nobody doing no fuckin’ bid. Yo ass is safe. Just sit yo ass back there and shut the fuck up. Can you do that?” I barked.
“Bet,” was all he said, with a smirk.
“Mutha,” I started, the opening of the door cut my words off.
Five guns pointed in the direction of the person.
“Damn,” he screeched.
“Nigga, yo ass ready to die? Knock, muthafucka. Yo ass good now?” I spat, at my cousin Lester.
He flinched so hard, he almost fell back out the van door.
“Nigga, is yo ass slow? Close the got damn doe,” Shark spat, causing his ass to jump, then slam the door.
He flopped down on the floor, looking like his ass was bout to cry.
“Bitch, the hell wrong witchu? I know yo weak ass ain’t missing that big bitch. Shit, I’ll get yo ass anotha one. Fuck it, all them bitches bout to be free range pussy,” I snapped.
“We fucked up,” he mumbled.
“The fuck you say? Speak the fuck up,” I demanded.
“We fucked up. They ain’t dead,” he reiterated, a lil’ louder.
“Who ain’t dead?” I questioned, needing clarification.
He blew out a breath.
“Stone, Banks, Racks, and they bitches. Preshus was brought out on a stretcher,” he explained.
I tried to swallow, but couldn’t. How the fuck they live? My head started pounding hard as fuck as that question sounded through my brain.
“How the fuck?” I started, but…
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“What the fuck was that shit?” I yelled, tryin’ to see what the hell is going on.
“Stone’s unstable ass just fired off in the air. His bitch must
a died,” Juke spoke up.
Turning in my seat, I eyed his ass as he held a pair of binoculars to his eyes, while looking out the back door.
Smackin’ my teeth.
“Nigga, where the fuck yo ass get them shits from?” I snapped.
He removed his binoculars slowly.
“Fuck what chu’ heard, I’m always prepared. Remember that shit,” he stated, sounding like he’s throwing shots.
“Watch yo mouth,” I gritted out.
He just shrugged, before placing the binoculars back to his eyes. I may have to kill that nigga, I thought.
“What the hell we gonna do now, Turtle? Them living wasn’t part of the plan. The shit ain’t worked like you said it would,” Lester’s bitch ass complained.
“Shut yo pussy ass the fuck up. Drive, Goat,” I demanded.
He paused, before pulling out.
“The fuck yo ass stalling foe?” I snapped.
These muthafuckas getting on my nerves. He cut his eyes at me, but didn’t speak. Goat is a man of few words, he’s deadly. Reading his sign language, I looked out the window. A bad ass Bentaya drove past us. I can’t see who’s in it, but I know it belongs to Banks.
“Fuck, I don’t think that bitch died,” I mumbled.
No one said a word as Goat pulled out.
“Hit the fuckin’ interstate. We hitting LSC, plus, snatching that lil’ nigga,” I ordered.
“Perfect fucking timing, we robbing that bitch,” Juke expressed, like he’s ready for whatever.
“Fuck yeah, they bitch asses gon’ be down here cleaning this shit up, while worrying bout that big bitch. Shit, this just the fuckin’ beginning, they won’t know what the fuck hit’em when we through wit they bum asses,” I boasted.
“Bumps, make that call,” I called out.
I didn’t need words, which he didn’t give. Muthafuckas always underestimating my ass. Taking me for a fucking joke. I’ve always had to prove myself. Even against my bitch ass brother, Wolfe. Cock sucker ain’t wanna share the power. Selfish bastard wanted it all foe his damn self.
I took that bitch, just like I took his hoe. A few well placed set ups dismantled his lil’ empire. Nigga ain’t know how to be the king. Bitch was getting scraps, while Stone was eating ten course meals. One thing I can say bout Stone, he’s a cold muthafucka, smart too. His ass a lil’ too cocky, weird looking ass thinks he can’t be touched. I’ve proven that shit to be untrue.
“Turtle, yo ass heard from that Ocean bitch?” Juke questioned.
His voice broke through my musing.
“The fuck yo ass worrying bout that bitch foe? I told yo ass I cancelled that bitch,” I barked, lying.
“Un huh,” was all he said.
“Muthafucka, yo ass gots something to say? Speak the fuck up. I ain’t wit that humming and mumbling shit. I ain’t no fucking mind reader,” I snapped, ready to take his ass out.
“Turtle, yo ass may run this shit, but yo ass don’t run me. Calm yo ass the fuck down. That bitch a pro at manipulating muthafuckas. Yo ass should’ve kilt her hoe ass,” he barked, eyeing me.
“I ain’t worrying bout that bitch. I said I cancelled her ass, that’s what the fuck I mean,” I spat, causing him to chuckle.
“Fuck all them lies yo ass is telling. That bitch set, it’s only two on tonight. The lil’ punk boy home with his mama,” Bumps spoke up, eyeing me.
“Mos’ def,” was all I said, turning back in my seat.
Whatever the fuck his ass is thinking, or feeling, he best let that shit go. I know his ass ain’t caught no feelings foe that bitch. Fucking with her ass, I had to move. Bitch got away on some sneak shit. She fucked my plans up. I knew beating her ass would give her some fuckin’ act right. I ain’t never been one to keep my hands off an out of line bitch. I got two baby mamas who can attest to that shit.
I told Ocean I ain’t got no kids, to me, I don’t. I told they mamas to abort they asses. They didn’t do the shit, so to me, they are their kids. I felt like they were just trying to trap me for my money. Wolfe would always tell me I’m wrong. I just would tell his ass to suck my dick. He put his bitch on a pedestal, while I put my dick in her mouth. I ain’t never respected no female. They ain’t worth shit. I treat they ass just like that. Letting a bitch talk to me stupid is a no fuckin’ go.
Ocean’s the type of bitch that could be a down bottom bitch. Her fuckin’ mouth though, cancels that shit out. Her thought process is evil as fuck. I listened to some of her shit, with adding my own security. So far, the shit ain’t work, but this one was fool proof. Although it was her words that put the idea in my head, but I put the shit in motion.
One night, after fuckin’ and smoking, she was laying on her stomach looking thoroughly fucked. Age ain’t never meant shit to me. If they can bleed, they can fuck, is my motto. Well, we were passing a blunt when,
“Yah ever thought bout setting the bitch up?” She questioned.
I raised my head to look at her.
“Fuck yo ass talkin’ bout?” I snapped.
She smacked her teeth while rolling her eyes. Something I fuckin’ hate, and she knows it.
“Preshus’ big ass. Plant some shit, enough drugs to cause problems, then set the club on fire. Don’t burn the bitch down. Make it where it causes damage, enough damage ‘til where an investigation is needed. Her ass will go to jail, if she doesn’t die in the fire,” she clarified.
I nodded, letting her words marinate.
“That could work, but how the fuck do I get in to plant the shit?” I questioned, out loud.
“Damn, do I have to think of everything? Yo ass is slaw as fuck,” she sassed.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Ooaaww, fucker. Don’t be hitting me,” she barked.
“Shut the fuck up, for I knock the piss outta yah ass. Talk,” I sneered.
Sighing while rolling her eyes.
“Before each big bash, Preshus has the club cleaned from top to bottom. Anything that looks worn, she replaces it. I don’t know the company she uses for that shit, but the cleaning services I do know. She uses ‘Blue Ribbon Merry Maids Commercial/Residential’ services. You could easily get one of those desperate, ugly, broke ass females, to do yo bidding,” she explained.
Sitting up straighter at her knowledge, I was impressed. I ain’t let her ass know that shit though. I ain’t need her ass getting the fuckin’ big head. In that moment, I felt like if she was a lil’ older, tamer, she would be my bitch. She flipped over to her back, gapping her thick thighs, showing her fat, glistening pussy lips. Without pause, I tried to fuck the lining outta her sweet pussy. The next day, I started putting the plan into motion.
“Turtle, man, you ain’t say nothing about kidnapping no little ass kid,” Lester’s soft voice broke through my thoughts.
“Shut yo bitch ass up, damn. Whining and shit. Yo ass came to me. You should’ve went on bout yo fuckin’ business after they punked yo ass. You wanted revenge. Yo ass can’t handle it. I’ll take yo bitch ass out’cho misery now,” I thundered, raising my gun to his head.
“Nawl, man, I’m good,” he stammered out, like he was about to cry.
My eyes caught Shark’s. He didn’t give anything away, I know he knows what I want. Nigga don’t give a damn bout who he kills. Young, old, male, female, they all can get it. Lester’s bitch ass ain’t never been hard. We ain’t spent too much time together growing up. He’s my cousin on my father’s side, which means he ain’t related to Wolfe. Being that we have different fathers.
After his ass was punked at the cook out shit, he called me. I invited him out to my grandparent’s old house. That’s where I took up residence after Ocean got away. He came in with his sob story. At first, I was just gonna tell his ass to man the fuck up. Then, I remembered he’s a fuckin’ chemist. He could easily help me with my plan.
When he was fucking with Preshus, I knew she was too strong headed for his ass. She was too much woman for his ass. I saw her dance more than once. I even dropped bands on her
ass. I tried to fuck her ass once I got her in one of the private rooms. She threatened to slice my throat for disrespecting her. I tried calling her bluff. I smacked the shit outta her ass, then tried to take the pussy. I underestimated her crazy ass though. She spit a blade outta her mouth. She sliced my ass so fast, so many times, then whupped my ass with her stiletto shoe. I was fucked up.
The fucking bouncer finished what she started. After I healed, I got in contact with Lester. I told’em I fucked her. I even told his ass that some of his boys ran a train on her ass with me. He believed me. It helped that he confronted his boys and they told his ass different stories about fucking her ass. His stupid ass called his self trying to hit her for the shit, while breaking up with her. He caught the same thing I did. Only difference, she tried to carve his fuckin’ heart out his chest.
“Tight work, Goat. Pull to the side of the apartment building. That nosy, bitch, Mama Reed, lives on the other side. Juke, Bumps, Bear, Lester, y’all take the back apartment. Grab every fuckin’ thing, leave no fuckin’ witnesses.”
They didn’t speak, they just rolled their skullies to the top of their heads before climbing out. I could see Lester’s fear. He has nothing to worry about, this is his last night breathing. Four in the morning, this bitch is quiet finally.
“Come on, let’s get this lil’ fucker,” I spoke, climbing out the van.
I ain’t bothering wit no skully. I don’t give a fuck if I’m seen. I want they asses to let Stone know who the fuck knocked his strange looking ass off his throne. We hit the back door. Two hits on the knob, the bitch popped open.
Pushing the door open, I walked in first. Taking notice of the space, it’s nice as fuck. That Neesha bitch cared bout something. We moved through to the hall. Checking the first door, it’s empty. The same with the second one.
“Check that one, the lil’ nigga got to be in that one,” I stated.
Just as they went to open his door, the door to the last room at the end of the hall open.
“What the hell are y’all doing in my house? Get the fuck out! Y’all trying to rob me!” She yelled.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” I growled, pointing my gun at her head.
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