I listened closely to her voice, she was fighting not to cry. She had more time with Sprinkle than Seaqual or me. I guess she remembered the good times she had with Sprinkle. Me, I don’t have any of those at all.
They fell silent, the only thing could be seen was Banks grabbing her hand, squeezing it, offering reassurance I guess. I ain’t never had that, so I can’t be sure.
“BRaaauuuuuurrrrrreeeeeep!”
Banks belched.
“Dayyumm, nigga! Yo ass is nasty,” Stone and Racks yelled out.
Banks just shrugged, while Timothy shook his head. My face grimaced at the sound, and the fact he didn’t say excuse me.
“Banks,” Neesha spat.
“Huh?” He answered, looking at her.
She just stared at him, causing him to blow out a deep breath.
“Excuseeeee me,” he sang out, earning a hit from her, to which he just chuckled.
“Y’all are a trip. Um, I met Sprinkle about thirteen and a half, almost fourteen years ago. At the time though, her name was Sasha. She was an escort-”
“You been tricking,” Banks blurted out.
“Banks,” Neesha hissed, to which he just shrugged.
Timothy shook his head. At least he got the intelligence to know not to feed into Banks.
“No, not tricking. I needed a date for a company event. My best friend at the time, told me he had me covered. I trusted him. I couldn’t pick her up. She arrived at the venue by a black Lincoln Town Car,” he started again.
“Straight pimp mobile,” Banks interrupted.
Stone and Racks groaned, while Kimmy smacked her teeth loud as hell.
“Banks, say one mo’ thang, I promise yo ass gonna be on punishment,” Neesha threatened.
“Pssh, withholding that good good don’t faze me. Do you,” he clapped back.
“I’ll sex yo black chocolate ass seven ways to Sunday wit a smile,” she sassed.
“I know,” he boasted, while rubbing his chest.
“I won’t cook fa’ yah hungry ass tho,” she added, causing his smile to drop.
“That ain’t right, Neesha,” he whined, pouting.
I could understand his position, Neesha can burn. Preshus too, not me though.
“Go ahead, Timothy, you will not be interrupted again,” Neesha urged.
Stone and Racks chuckled at the look on Banks’ face. His big ass was sulking like a misbehaving child that’s been scolded. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up. Kimmy’s wanna be ass was staring at me.
“Take a fuckin’ picture, shit,” I snapped.
“Oh, I will, for your obituary,” she sassed, with a smile.
“Racks, yo rude ass rubbing off on Kimmy,” Stone taunted.
“Shidd, not yet, but I will be,” Racks rasped, while grabbing his self.
Damn, that shit is huge, I thought, eyeing him. Again, Timothy chuckled, while shaking his head.
“Um, like I was saying, she pulled up in a Town Car, the door opened, revealing a goddess. I felt lucky. She had that whole slim thick thing going on. Anyway, we talked, mingled, and danced. I enjoyed myself. It wasn’t until the end of the night that I found out she was a paid escort. My boy had actually paid her to not only attend the event with me, but to please me too. Initially, I was pissed, but then the thought that I was shipping off to Germany for the foreseeable future took root.
So, I thought, what would a one night stand hurt? I paid for a room at the Ritz Carlton, the presidential suite. We had sex, a lot of sex, protected sex, all night. The night morning, we went one more time. She mounted me, rode me like a horse. I finished her off, hitting it from the back, which at that time, I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. I pulled out, releasing on her ass,” he explained.
“You can’t get pregnant from the ass, I tried. This nigga I was fucking, trying to trap, would never nut in my pussy. I told’em to nut in my ass, he did, I still didn’t get pregnant,” Shanny sassed, cutting him off.
Everybody turned, looking at her. She has got to be the dumbest eighteen year old to walk the Earth. I wonder which one gonna put her ass on blast. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Sometimes, it’s okay to let people think you are stupid, than to open your mouth and prove them right,” Kimmy shut her down.
“Tim, finish, man,” Racks called out, shaking his head.
These niggas will give somebody a nickname quick. Timothy hasn’t corrected them once. He nodded, with a lil’ smile on his face.
“Okay, um, well, after that, I left. I paid for another day and night for her. I left her a tip. I felt bad that I did, but ain’t the same time, I didn’t want her to think that’s how I saw her, even though that’s how she was presented to me. I went home for my going away party my people threw for me.
My homeboy, brother, and cousin, knew about Sasha a.k.a. Sprinkle. I let them know we had sex, protected sex. I left that night on a plane headed to Germany. At the time, it wasn’t specified how long I would be gone. Fast forward thirteen years later. I arrived on American soil six months ago. My homeboy, who is a seven grade AAP math teacher, my brother who volunteers at the engineering science center, and my cousin, who has probably fucked half of LSC, let me know I got an identical twin walking around. At first, I thought they were lying. I knew I hadn’t raw dawg any female.
They took it upon themselves to find out who his mother was. When they did, everything clicked, including the night, I had sex with her. I remembered that last time before we went to sleep, I was bare. I had to get tested before I left for Germany. I was clean, so it didn’t click at the time that I’d had unprotected sex.
I’d just begun getting things straight since my arrival back home. I was gonna approach Sprinkle, until I learned she had a drug problem. I didn’t know if she would remember me or not. I didn’t know how to approach Seaqual. I didn’t know if he ever asked for me, or cared if I even existed. I’d just gotten up the guts to approach you, Neesha, when all this happened,” he finished, finally.
No one said anything. Hearing how he met Sprinkle was crazy. I don’t remember her being an escort, being that I was only four at the time Seaqual was born. I did hear Neesha say more than once she knows in her heart Seaqual’s father would want to know him. She never said that about my father.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
“Fuck! Get the door, Banks,” Stone ordered.
“May name ain’t Benson. Yo ass better get that bitch,” Banks spat.
“Fuck yo lazy ass,” Stone spat, standing.
“How the hell did you end up wit Ocean? You fucked her too? I mean, like mother like daughter, right?” Shanny sassed, sounding dumb as hell.
“Lawd, can I kill her ass now?” Neesha seethed, shutting Shanny all the way up.
They moved around, washing their hands, then fixing their pizza. They really meant they wasn’t feeding Shanny and I.
“Should they get a last meal?” Racks called out.
“Hell no,” Neesha’s mean ass spat.
“Whelp, starve, deceptive bitches,” Racks added.
They all sat down with their food and drinks, eating and drinking like Shanny and I were freaking invisible. I can’t lie, that pizza smelled good, I think it was Marco’s. My stomach growled loud and angry.
“Shit, the fuck was that?” Banks questioned, before laughing.
“The mating of the wildebeest,” Racks added, causing a round of laughter.
Sucking my teeth, I decided just to wait their stupid asses out. I’m ready to fucking die, just to get away from they asses.
“I was on the other side of town, checking on some property. I pulled into a gas station to full up. Ocean came hobbling down the road. From a distance, I didn’t recognize her, plus, she looked like she just went twelve rounds and lost. I eyed her as she walked in the store, I waited. I went inside just as she was cussing the cashier out.
I lingered around to get a closer look at her. I got my chance once she came out the restroom, picked up some snacks, then
moved to the counter to pay for her things. I could tell she tried to fix herself, but she still looked like death warmed over. I offered to pay for her things, just to get her to look up. She actually eyed me like I was a potential trick-”
“No, the fuck, I didn’t,” I spat, interrupting Timothy’s explanation.
“Yes, the fuck yo ass did,” they all yelled, causing me to jump.
Boisterous laughter came from Timothy.
“Un huh, I tried being nice to her, she didn’t appreciate it. So, I dropped y’all names, she climbed in my truck with the quickness. I told her the deal, then lifted my shades. She knew who I was without me having to tell her,” he finished.
Shit, who wouldn’t pick up on who the hell he was. Seaqual’s the only mixed, biracial black boy, with baby blue eyes in LSC. Shit, I ain’t never seen a black boy with blue eyes that wasn’t contacts.
“That’s freaking crazy, I knew you existed. I knew you would’ve wanted to meet him. I’m sad that he isn’t here, but he will be. Now, Ocean, where was yo ass at? Lie, you die,” Neesha spoke, walking towards me.
They finished their pizza while listening to Timothy’s story. They greedy asses musta been hungry, I thought, as I looked at Neesha with a smug look on my face. Trying to sit straighter in my seat which is hard since they got us bounded to the bitch.
“Oh, yah ass hard now that yo hot pussy ass fuckin’ a thug. Yah ass ready to take a life. You a queen pin now. Bitch, please, yah ass is as soft as Charmin,” I taunted, talking much shit.
She did something I wasn’t prepared for. She smirked, before…
Spuuu….
“Ohhh, fuck! You ugly, bitch. You shot me,” I howled, trying to clutch my leg.
“Ahhh! Oh my God!” Shanny shrieked, trying to jump from her seat.
“The fuck is yah ass trying to go?” Banks questioned, then waited like he wanted her to actually answer him.
Neesha didn’t give either one her attention. She just kept her eyes trained on me.
“Nawl, I just flesh wounded yo ass. Say something else outside of yo answer to my question, I’mma make sure you die slow and painful,” she relayed to me, with a chill to her voice, something I’ve never experienced before.
“Her blood better not drip on my carpet. The hell yo ass give her ass a gun foe, Banks?” Stone fussed, throwing a dish rag at my ass.
My fuckin’ skin was on fire.
“I ain’t give her ass that shit. Yo violent ass woman gave her ass that shit. She picked it up from her apartment. Now, apologize, nigga, accusing me and shit,” Banks argued.
“I wish the fuck I would. Yo ass should’ve pat her ass down,” Stone countered.
Banks reared back like he’d was just seeing Stone for the first time.
“Let’s see how many pat downs yo ass gonna be doing. Yo woman care mo’ weapons than a lil bit,” Banks taunted.
“Both of y’all shut the hell up. I’m the only one wit a sensible one,” Racks added.
They both looked from him to Kimmy, before hitting him with a smirk, like they know something he doesn’t.
“Talk, Ocean,” Neesha urged, ignoring them.
Looking into her eyes, ignoring the searing pain that’s coming from my leg, I could see her seriousness. Taking a deep breath, I started talking, telling her I was with Turtle. I told her bout Turtle beating me and escaping. I stopped talking, expecting her to hit me or shoot me, she did neither.
“Shanny, the fuck did yo ugly ass do?” She questioned.
I can’t see Shanny’s face, but I can picture the terrified look on it. Banks stood up. He move behind Neesha. That much I could see.
“All I did was tell Bumps how many was in the back, and that yah brother was home wit yah mama, that’s all,” she rushed out.
“That’s all, you say? I don’t believe you. What else did you do? Speak now, or forever wonder if you had told the full truth, would you still be alive,” Neesha urged, aiming the gun at her.
I’m guessing the only thing I saw was her arm lifting out the corner of my eye. Shanny started breathing hard, like her ass was hyperventilating. No one tried to show her any concern. She noticed that and stopped.
“All this shit was set up by Ocean, from the bombing at the club, to kidnapping yah brother. She even had something to do wit the out of school bash at the beginning of the summer. She been plotting to take y’all out. She just needed someone to do it fa’ her ass.”
Bitch sung like her name was Jennifer Hudson.
“I knew yo ass was evil, but fuck,” Banks barked, causing me to tremble.
His death glare didn’t faze me. My instinct to fight foe my life while throwing other muthafuckas under the bus kicked in.
“Hol’ up, I said a lot of shit when I was high. I never said I was doing it. Shanny wanted to be the queen of the fucking hood. She told Turtle, Bumps, and Shark, all that shit. She wanted y’all niggas dead, cuz y’all wouldn’t fuck her. I run my mouth, yes. A lot of my shit done been taken out of context, but that’s all the fuck I did, talk,” I told them, in one breath.
“See, Ocean, I know you. I know you better than you know ya ’self. You did mo’ than talk, yah ass planned, and fa that, you will suffer. As fa yah ugly ass, Shanny, rock-a-bye, bitch,” Neesha seethed, before…
Spuuu…Spuuu….
“Arrgghhhh! You killed her! Oh my God! Yah ass is crazy!” I screamed, trying to get outta my chair.
I can’t believe this shit.
“Shut the fuck up. I ain’t kilt shit,” Neesha barked.
“Damn right, my baby gangsta, but she ain’t ready foe that shit,” Banks added.
My lips clamped shit, but the tears fell.
“Racks, call the clean up crew. Tim, you good?”-he nodded- “Nice. Lenny, take her ass to the cave, she’ll have company soon. I gotta hit Augusta, Smooth got that, so I’mma get it. Y’all need to get a few hours of sleep. We wrecking shop tomorrow,” Stone ordered, while handing Lenny something.
My nerves kicked in, causing sweat to break out on my skin as Lenny walked towards me. He looks like a loyal muthafucka. I can’t even fuck or suck my way out this shit. Everyone started gathering they stuff.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow? We got to get Seaqual, no later than that. I’m worried,” Timothy questioned, standing.
“Well, Tim, since it’s yo son, I got the tracking device that’ll lead us right to the dumb fucks. We running up in there, trying to keep’em alive, if not, we killing them. What got you worried?” Stone explained, with a question of his own.
“He’s diabetic, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have his insulin,” Timothy answered.
“How do you know that?” Neesha questioned.
“I am too. I’m not saying it’s hereditary, my brother just informed me that he was, he had an issue at school once,” he answered.
“Yeah, that’s all true, he took his inhaler. I’m pretty sure he took a pack or two of the snack packs I make him keep on his person,” Neesha responded.
I know bout them shits. She beat my ass foe eating a whole box of them once when I was high and had the munchies. She buys them shits from the health food store. They are expensive, and just for diabetic people.
“Thank you, Neesha,” Timothy praised, drawing my attention.
“For what?” She questioned, confused.
“For loving and taking care of Seaqual as if you birthed him. I’m forever indebted to you,” he answered, sincerely.
I eyed him as love shined from his eyes. I’ve never seen that from a man, especially my father. I don’t know who the bastard is.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Fuck,” Stone hissed.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Shit,” Banks hissed.
“Damn, y’all need to expand y’all’s vocabulary,” Kimmy acknowledged.
“Speak,” Stone answered, ignoring her.
“Whaddup?” Banks answered, walking off, while pulling Neesha wit him.
“Hol’ up, M
ama Godwin, they what?” Stone snapped.
He nodded, listening.
“Aiight, tell them muthafuckas not to touch my woman. I’m on my way,” he stated, before hanging up.
Before anyone could speak, he was on the phone again.
“Augusta Medical, bring the fuckin’ cavalry if yo ass gots to. They touch her, do anything to her, they can kiss life as they know it, good fuckin’ bye. I’m snatching souls,” he barked, then hung up.
In when seemed like a single leap, he was before me.
“Haaaahh,” I shrieked, as his hand wrapped round my neck.
Cock strong, crazy fucker, lifted my ass out the chair, popping the restraints like it was nothing.
“Stone, nigga, the fuck is up?” Racks questioned, moving beside him.
Timothy or Kimmy ain’t speaking on what this nigga is doing to my ass.
“You low level, bitch, you told that fuck boy to plant drugs in my baby’s shit. Fuckin’ police trying to arrest my woman while she’s in a fuckin’ coma. The fucking stress caused her heart rate to spike, along wit my lil’ soldiers. Yo ass gonna be begging foe death once I’m through wit yo ass,” he ground out, applying pressure to my neck.
My eyes bulged, as I gasped for air. He pulled me to his face, making me focus on the demented, crazy, that’s dancing in his stormy gray eyes. Still, no one said nothing. Fuck it, let me die, I thought. As if he could read my mind.
“No, you don’t, as much as I would love to squeeze the life outta yo useless ass, now ain’t the fucking time. But yours is coming soon. Mark my fuckin’ words,” he promised, before releasing my throat and me.
THUMP!
I winced, as I felt something snap in my ankle. Biting my lip to keep from hollering out.
“Aiight, let’s roll,” Banks called from the back.
“You good?” Racks asked.
They were moving around like my ass ain’t on the floor in pain.
“Yeah, Lil’ D mad bout his shawty. He wanna see yo ass, Stone. Gramps broke it down to his ass, you know how he feel bout lying. I had to talk him down, while promising to take him to see Preshus. He wanted to talk to Neesha too. Now, he’s good,” Banks explained.
“Aiight, I’m headed there now. Them fuck boys in blue fuckin’ wit my loves,” Stone gritted out.
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