by Hood Rich
She took both of her hands and ran them down my chest, all the way until they were on my stomach muscles. Then, she leaned down and kissed my right earlobe, sticking her tongue into my ear and twirling it around, causing my whole body to tingle.
“I love you, Rich. I don’t want you to care about nobody but me and your sisters. Your heart has to be cold in order for you to make it in this world, and right now, yours isn’t cold enough. You gotta say fuck everybody and everything that is outside of this household. You gotta be about your bread. Fuck saving people.” She kissed my cheek, ran her hand all the way down until she was squeezing my hard, throbbing dick. “This all the chips that you made today, and if so how much is it?” She asked, sucking on my neck, unfastening my belt and unbuttoning my pants before sliding her hot hand into my briefs and stroking my dick, running her thumb all over the head in a circular motion.
My breathing got heavy. I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them. “That’s seven gees right there. I’mma use it to take my lil’ sisters shopping and pay up the bills for the month.” I groaned as she fell to her knees, licking her lips.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Aw, you think you a man now. You think you ready to pay all my bills now, huh?” She licked my head and sucked the helmet into her mouth loudly. “What about me, Rich? Huh? I might want a fit or two. Did you think about me?” She sucked my head back into her mouth and started to suck me like a porn star, making loud, nasty sounds that were driving me crazy.
I watched her face disappear into my lap again and again before she stood up, pulled her robe to the side, and lined my dick up to her sex lips.
She sat down on him with her head tilted backward. “Grab my ass, Rich, and make me fuck you on this chair, please. I love you so much, lil’ daddy. Unn- a! Yes!” she moaned.
I pulled her robe all the way open and started to suck her nipples through her blouse while I held her ass and made her fuck me as if she were riding a horse. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Every time she would come downward I’d force her hips to slam into me, making sure she was taking all of my pipe. Her titties wobbled and shook inside of her blouse, and the sight of them made me bite into my lower lip and go harder, nipping at them with my teeth.
“Rich. Rich. Rich. Aww-a. Rich. I need you. I need you. Aww. Yes. Yes, lil’ daddy. Yes, fuck me. Just, like that.” She started to bounce up and down on me real fast. She’d stand up and sit back down, again and again. Her thick ass cheeks covered my lap. She felt hot and extremely wet.
I could hear the sounds of our sex coming from between our legs. It sounded like somebody was chewing on their bubble gum real loud. I prayed that my sisters stayed sleep and didn’t just so happen to wake up and catch her and me in the act. I would have been so embarrassed. I knew that I had to hurry up because I couldn’t stand for that to happen.
Andrea must’ve known that I was trying to get done soon because she pulled her blouse over her breasts and exposed them to me. That was all it took. Five more of her slams into me and I was cumming deep within her womb while my tongue flicked back and forth across her right nipple.
***
By the next afternoon, me and my sisters were at the Grand Avenue Mall in downtown Milwaukee. I’d taken $4,000 with me, and even though I wasn’t in any position to spend that kind of money, yet I felt like I had to get them right, so I did.
I spent $2,000 on each one of them, making sure they were up to par with their underwear and everything, before I bought them five outfits and the shoes to go along with them. I wasn’t really worried about me just yet. I figured I’d get myself squared away after they were good.
Once they had all of their bags in their hands and we were headed out of Macy’s, Keyonna blocked my path and shook her head as the sun beamed down on to her pretty face. She smiled. “Rich, I know you weren’t lying when you said that you were going to make sure that we were good soon, but I just didn’t know it was going be right away. I love you so much. You’re my heart.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me.
I rubbed her back and nodded. Then, I tilted her chin, so I could kiss her on the forehead. As soon as my lips touched her skin she closed her eyes.
Kesha stepped closer, blushing. “I wanna hug you too, Rich. Can you hug me?” She asked with her head lowered.
Keyonna took a step back, then moved to the side so I could wrap Kesha into my arms, picking her up from the ground and raining kisses across her beautiful face as she giggled.
I felt good. I felt like I was making a lil’ leeway with them, but I knew there was a long road ahead. I had to get all the way on my game. I needed more money. I needed it to come faster than it was. With all of Andrea’s bills being in my lap, then the cost of making sure my sisters were continuously spoiled like princesses, I needed to rake in at least $20,000 a week. I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I just knew that I had to figure it out. Then, by the grace of God, that major thing happened.
Chapter 8
It was three months after I’d taken my sister’s shopping. It was early August and so hot throughout the city that it felt like we were in hell. I’d made about fifty gees, yet I only had a lil’ more than twenty bands put up in my mattress. I was already planning on using that scratch to cop me a kilo of cocaine, so I could really hit the game hard, when Paper sat a lick before me that I couldn’t refuse.
I sat across the table from him while he ate on a bowl of cereal, shoveling spoonful’s of Cookie Crisps into his mouth and chewing with his eyes closed. I sat with my .9 millimeter on the side of me and a blunt in my hand that I was just beginning to spark.
He sat the spoon on the table, took the bowl and tilted it while he drank the chocolate milk from inside of it. After he was finished he wiped his mouth and burped. “A’ight, peep. We finna hit my mother’s husband’s son for a few bricks of meth. This nigga holding and he gotta come off of that shit. I got some white bitches on my team that go to college that’ll buy up every gram of that shit that we yank from dude ass. Not only that, but we can take the money that we make from it and cop us a few bricks of that raw and really get into the game. Shirley already got the trap doing numbers. If we can get us a few bricks we can cook that shit the right way and turn this bitch into a smoke house. That way, whenever the fiends get they checks, they wouldn’t need to go no further than us. Most of them muhfuckas just be wanting to get high and find a place where they can fuck all night, and they can do that shit here, long as they pay the fee and buy up all of our dope.” He stood up and popped a stick of gum into his mouth.
I took a deep pull off of my Dro blunt and inhaled before blowing it back out. “How you know how much dope this nigga got? I thought y’all didn’t get along?” I asked, remembering how Paper told me that he didn’t like his mother’s man because she always put him before Paper. He’d told me that he and the dude had nearly gotten into a couple fist fights over his mother. Supposedly, her husband was real possessive and controlling, and Paper didn’t like that.
Paper scrunched his face. “I was over there last night, and that nigga had like ten bricks on the table, and my mother didn’t say shit. Then his son came over and I watched him give him five of those, but I overheard him telling him that one of them was supposed to be sold in bulk right away. I don’t know if it’s gone or not, but he should definitely have a four-piece left. We can rob his ass for them and get right. Fuck Jamie!” he said, referring to his mother’s husband.
I knew that that meth shit was slowly starting to slide into the ghetto, and I was thinking that if we could have a trap where we sold both meth and crack then we would be rolling in the dough. My goal of twenty thousand a week wouldn’t have been nothing to hit. “Paper, so what? we finna kick this nigga door in and run in there with guns blazing? I mean, if that’s what we gotta do then I’m down. I just wanna make sure that it’s the route you wanna take.”
Paper laughed. “Nigga, it’s the only way that I know, unless you got something better.”
He reached for the blunt and I handed it to him.
I shook my head. “N’all, it’s by any means for me. If we gotta lay dude son down, long as you don’t feel it’ll put your mother in danger, or it’ll come back on us in no way, then we gotta do what we gotta do.”
***
It was a week later, and I found myself waiting in the hallway of Jay’s duplex. How Paper had managed to get into his crib was beyond me, but somehow, some way, he had, and by the time I caught up with him a block away from Jay’s duplex, all he did was hand me a mask, then we ran down the alley and alongside of his house until we entered into the front door that was already opened. We stepped inside and kneeled in the dark hallway. Jay stayed upstairs, so there was a flight for us to travel up, and when I was on my way up the stairs, Paper grabbed my arm and pulled me back down, almost causing me to buss my shit. I stumbled and wound up on my knee beside him, breathing hard because I was already hyped up from thinking about what we were about to do.
He leaned over so that is mask was close to my ear. “Bruh, chill. That nigga should be here in a minute. We gon’ wait until he come through that door to snatch his ass up and take him upstairs. It should be sweet ‘cuz that nigga ain’t really ‘bout that life like that.” He grabbed me and gave me a half a hug, smacking me on the back a lil’ bit. “We got this. Just be cool.”
I nodded. “Fa show, bruh.”
Though I was telling him that, my heart was beating in my chest so hard that it hurt. I was ready to get this mission over with, so I could get back and help Keyonna and Kesha with their homework. Keyonna had been asking me about it the entire day prior to this robbery, and I knew that Kesha would need help too, so I figured we all just make a night of it. Order a pizza and knock out a few assignments.
Jay’s hallway was stuffy as hell. I felt my underarms getting a lil’ wet. I’d made sure that I had a nice amount of Suave deodorant under each pit. My face felt itchy from the mask and I could not control my heavy breathing. I had this weird feeling deep within the pit of my gut that my life was about to change.
About ten minutes passed before I heard Jay pull up in his Cadillac Escalade, beating Cardi B’s new album. His speakers were so loud that it felt like the floor beneath us was about to cave in. I got light headed when the music stopped, and I heard him climbing up the steps and onto the porch before he was jiggling his key into the lock of the duplex.
Paper stood up and pointed his pistol at the door as it slowly opened while I traveled up three steps, so I could get out of his way.
Jay pushed the door in, and as soon as he did, Paper stepped forward and yanked him into the hallway by the use of his shirt. “Get yo’ bitch ass in here, nigga,” he growled before closing the door by kicking it.
Jay threw his hands in the air. “What the fuck is this about, my nigga?” he asked, acting all tough and shit.
Paper didn’t waste no time. He swung his pistol and smacked Jay right on the side of the face with it so hard that he knocked him into the wall. “This ain’t no game. Get yo’ punk ass up them stairs and take us to the dope and the money. I know you got both in this muhfucka.” He pushed him until he fell by my feet.
Jay slowly gathered himself, holding his face as he made his way up the stairs, jumping a lil’ bit as he passed me. I don’t think he saw me at first because the hallway was so dark. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him up the stairs some more.
He stopped at the upstairs door and put his key into the lock. “Man, this shit ain’t cool. I know who you is cuz. I ain’t stupid,” he muttered, unlocking the door and pushing it in.
Paper walked up behind him and wrapped his arm around his neck. He forced his pistol into his temple, pressing so hard that it looked like it was about to break the skin. “Oh, you know who I am, huh? Then who am I?” he asked, throwing him to the floor, and aiming his Glock at him.
Jay looked up at him with eyes wide open. “Come on, man, that don’t even matter. Let me just get you this shit so y’all can go on about your business.” He tried to get up and Paper kicked him in the chest, forcing him to fall backward.
“Who am I? Tell me right now or I’m about to stank yo’ punk ass.”
I don’t know what the fuck Paper was thinking but I wasn’t about to let him kill dude before we got everything that we had come for. I was hoping that he wasn’t all doped up on pills and shit because it seemed like whenever he was that it caused him to make some stupid decisions. I was trying to get paid, not be on some kamikaze type shit.
Jay scooted backward on his ass. “Look, Paper, it ain’t that serious, my nigga.” His head bumped into his entertainment system. “You ain’t have to do this shit. I would’ve put you on. That’s my word, nigga. After all, we’re supposed to be step-brothers.” He swallowed and lowered his eyes.
Paper cocked his Glock and took his mask off of his face. “Nigga, fuck you.” He tucked the mask into his waist band, reached down and pulled Jay up. “Take me to this meth and I want all the money too or I’m killing you. I ain’t my brother’s keeper, nigga.” He pushed Jay into the dining room so hard that he bumped into the table and knocked it over.
I got to getting nervous because I didn’t know if anybody stayed downstairs or not. The last thing we needed was for the neighbors to call the police.
Jay picked the table back up and looked over his shoulder at Paper with is upper lip curled. “It’s good, nigga. You can have this lil’ chump change. You got me. I should’ve known you wasn’t right.” He led us into the kitchen where he kneeled and opened the cabinet below the sink. After it was opened, he stuck his head inside of it and got to pulling out all kinds of household cleaning products before we heard him beating at something.
Once again, I started to get nervous; worried about the potential downstairs neighbors. “Yo, this nigga got neighbors downstairs?” I asked, looking around the house to make sure that nobody else was there.
I had to admit that Jay’s pad was laid out. It looked like everything in there was brand new and top of the line. He had mad swag. I even felt a lil’ envious because we ain’t have half of that shit back at Andrea’s crib. I had to step my game up.
I walked back into the kitchen just as Jay started to throw one kilo after the next on to the floor. They slid for a short distance and crashed into the stove. He’d tossed out six before he pulled his head out of the cabinet. Man, I couldn’t believe it because Paper had previously said that he wouldn’t have more than four birds.
After he tossed out the sixth one he stood up and faced Paper. “There you go, little brother. I hope you get your money right. It ain’t have to be like this though. I thought we was better than that.” He wiped sweat from his forehead and looked into Paper’s eyes.
I took the six birds and dumped them into the garbage can and pulled the bag out of the garbage. I didn’t have nothing to do with what they had going on. “Paper, fuck what he talking about. What’s good with that bread? He gotta have some money in this muhfucka somewhere.”
Paper took a step back and upped his Glock, pointing it at Jay’s face. “Yeah, nigga, fuck what you talking about. Where that bread at?” He turned the gun sideways for dramatic effect I guessed.
Jay covered his face and lowered his head. “Man, get off of that bullshit. I just gave you six birds, my nigga. You can’t take that shit and go?” he asked, walking backward.
I frowned after I saw Paper pause as if he was thinking things over. I dropped the bag on the floor and walked over to Jay and grabbed him by the neck, putting the .38 Special under his chin. He yelped and started to shake. “Check this out, homey. You ain’t no kin to me and I don’t give a fuck about you one way or the other. You finna take me to this bread and we gon’ leave you with your life, or you can play games and you can get yo’ ass murked. Now answer my question. Paper, do this nigga got some neighbors downstairs?” I looked over my shoulder at him while forcing my gun upward into the bottom of Jay’s chin.
Paper shook his hea
d. “Not that I know of. Ask him.”
Jay shook his head. “N’all man, it’s vacant. And I ain’t got no money in here. I’m smarter than that,” he said with his head tilted backward.
I shook my head. “N’all, we ain’t about to play these games. I’ma ask you one more time. Take me to the money.” I flared my nostrils under my mask, feeling myself getting heated. There was no way possible I was about to leave Jay’s house without at least five bands.
He kept his lips sealed, looking at me with glossy eyes. “I ain’t got no money here, man. That’s all there is to it. Do what you gotta do.”
Before I could even stop myself, I took a step back, aimed my pistol and blew his right knee cap off. Boom. Fire spat out of the barrel, causing smoke to rise to the ceiling. The small kitchen lit up and there was a distinct smell of gun powder in the air.
Jay fell on to his back, holding his knee, hollering at the top of his lungs. Blood oozed from between his fingers. “Arrgh! Arrgh! Okay, muthafucka. Okay.” He scooted backwards on his ass, leaving a trail of blood. Tears ran down his cheeks and it smelled like he’d shat himself. It had been the first time I had ever shot anybody, and to be honest I found myself a lil’ spooked and excited at the same time.
I held on to the handle of the gun tighter, ready to pop his ass again if I had to since the damage had already been done.
Paper stepped around with his eyes bucked. “A’ight, nigga, just take me to the money before I let my shooter hit you up.” He picked Jay up and wrapped his arm around his neck.
I watched them leave to the back of the house with Jay hopping on one foot. I kneeled and stuck my head back into the cabinet, trying to see where it was that Jay had gotten the birds from. Since he was acting so funny about giving us the money I figured he was one of them types that always tried to keep something tucked away, even while he was getting robbed. That made me suspicious.
