I didn’t answer her with words. I snaked my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed as I pressed my tip into her opening. I wanted that pussy raw. She didn’t protest, so I pushed myself inside of her, and she locked her legs around my waist. I knew I was clean, and my pull out game was going to be strong. I definitely wasn’t trying to get her pregnant. I sexed Wonder to sleep just like I told her I was going to.
I spentthe morning looking at trucks. I was serious about starting a business. So serious that I paid Nina to make a website and some business cards for us. She was still mad at Pierre, but she wouldn’t hesitate to help us because he was the father of her kids, so why wouldn’t she want him making legal money? We were going to get Nina to be the face of the company for various reasons, but one of them was because Pierre and I were two black men. He was dark as hell, and I was tatted up. We knew we might come across as intimidating to some people off the rip. We needed to come across as professional as possible, so people wouldn’t be hesitant to let us in their homes.
Nina could switch her tone up and go from hood to corporate just like that. Pierre had a white homeboy that he was going to hire part-time. He was going to take a picture with us that was going on the website. Maybe people would feel a little better reaching out to us if we had a blonde-hair, blue-eyed white boy with us. I had even been watching YouTube videos to learn the correct way to wrap and move people’s furniture without scratching and damaging it.
When I was done, I pulled up at Pierre’s new trap spot. Since the situation with Eric, he moved locations. I was meetinga female that I was cool with that worked at a pharmaceutical company. She was my connect with the cough syrup. She’d been working there for two years and in an effort to keep the job, she didn’t do too much with the stealing. She might get me two cases then not get me anymore for three months. I was in the car rolling a blunt when she pulled up.
Sabrina got in my car and passed me the box. “This might be the last one. They’re really cracking down, and I can’t afford to lose my job. I just bought a house.”
I opened my console and removed the money I owed her. “You good, G. I’m ‘bout ready to sit my ass down somewhere and stop taking penitentiary chances.”
Sabrina took the money from me. “Thank you. I’m gon’ miss this money, but I’m not trying to be greedy. I got my house and a little cushion, so I’m good. You still single?”
When I first started getting the cough medicine from Sabrina, she was engaged, so she kept things professional, and I did, too. She wasn’t ugly, but she just wasn’t someone that I felt the urge to holla at. She had light skin, freckles, and reddish-brown hair that was in locs that hung past her shoulder. About five months after we started doing business, her and her man broke up, and she called off the engagement. That was when the subtle flirting started, but I used to ignore it. After being apart for four months, they got back together, but the flirting hadn’t stopped.
Her question made me chuckle. “When yo’ ass getting married, G? You stay trying to push up on a nigga. I’ll ruin your life,” I winked at her. “Stay with yo’ nigga where it’s safe.” That was the nicest way for me to shoot her down. I could be a dog ass nigga, but I did let some women get past me.
“I hear you.” She got out of the car.
As I was walking into the house, Jermaine pulled up. He was more than likely coming to buy weed from Pierre. I hadn’tspoken to Jermaine since he did what he did at Eric’s funeral. I hadn’t lost any sleep from not talking to him. If he wanted to go out sad behind a female that got passed around like a blunt, that was on him. He could be a simp in peace. Walking in the house, I spoke to everyone present, which was Pierre, Jamal, and a guy by the name of Dennis. Pierre was sitting at the dining table bagging up weed, and Jamal and Dennis were playing the PS5.
I sat down at the table, so I could talk to Pierre about the trucks I looked at. Jermaine walked in the house and greeted everyone. I chose not to say anything. “Damn what up, Wilde? I haven’t heard from you.”
“And you probably won’t,” I stated truthfully before hitting the blunt I was holding. “You approached me after my people’s funeral to ask me about a hoe that begged to suck my dick. I don’t really have anything to say.”
Jermaine kissed his teeth. “You really on that shit, man? I asked you a simple question. We’ve gone behind each other in the past, but we had no problem stating when a female was off limits. And it was always respected. You think I don’t know Nina is off limits?”
“Nina?!” I snorted. “Pierre has been with Nina for years, and they have two kids together. I know you didn’t compare a dick-sucking pass around to that man’s baby mama. That’s the most absurd thing I’ve heard all day.”
“What the fuck?” Dennis called out as the front door swung open, and three masked men barged in the house with guns.
I had been caught slipping. My gun was in the car. “Don’t fucking move!” The first man yelled as he aimed an assault rifle at Dennis and Jamal.
The other two men ran over to the table where we were seated, and I heard the rapid succession of gunfire behind me. I didn’t know who it was, but someone had come from the back of the house and laid one of the gun men down. A shootout ensuedand before I could duck and get on the floor, I felt a searing pain in my shoulder. I gritted my teeth together as another bullet penetrated my arm on the same side.
The gunfire lasted for about thirty seconds before it abruptly stopped. I was flat on my back, and my eyes darted over to Pierre and Jermaine. Jermaine was curled up in a fetal position, while Pierre was on his side. The white shirt that he wore had turned crimson at the bottom indicating that he’d been shot.
“That nigga dead. Come the fuck on!”
I heard someone run through the door, so I got up off the floor as Pierre did the same. “Where you hit at, G?” I asked him as my eyes darted around the room. Dennis was gone, and Jamal had been shot in the neck. “Fuck!” I shouted as I grabbed my phone to call for help.
Jermaine peeled himself up off the floor, and it appeared that he hadn’t been hit. Pierre had been shot in the side, and he was applying pressure to the wound with a strained look on his face. Jermaine’s ass was shook as he looked around the room. I conversed with the dispatcher who was asking one too many questions while I walked over to the man laid out on the floor and snatched the mask off his face. I gritted my teeth together and looked over at Pierre. Bitch ass Drew had come for us, and it didn’t end in his favor. Sirens wailed in the distance, and I was glad because my entire left side was numb.
“Man, if you aren’t hit, take this weed and shit and get the fuck out of here,” Pierre barked at Jermaine. “I don’t need a drug charge because niggas tried to come for me.”
Jermaine grabbed a duffel bag off the floor and began nervously tossing in bags of weed along with some money that was on the table. I had syrup in my car, and I knew the police would probably be searching any car that was in the yard. I tossed him my key fob.
“Get that case of syrup out of mine, too.”
Jermaine’s eyes bulged out of the sockets, but he didn’t protest. His pussy ass had the nerve to act like he didn’t want to be the one holding the drugs, when he sold crack for a living. Jermaine moved anxiously towards the door, and I heard sirens getting closer. I was numb from my shoulder to my hand, and I was starting to get lightheaded. Pierre had sat down at the table, and he was starting to look weak himself. Jamal kept saying “Fuck, man.”
I had never been shot before, and I could officially say it hurt like hell. I heard Jermaine’s car pulling off and sighed with relief as the sirens got closer and closer. I wasn’t trying to bleed out. I kept glancing over at Pierre to see if he was still conscious. My aunt couldn’t lose him, too. Thinking about her and all she’d been through, I began doing something I rarely ever did. I prayed, and I wasn’t even praying for myself. I was praying for Pierre. He had to make it. I refused to believe that life would be that cruel to my aunt. There was no way.
Iwasn’t sure how long I’d been pacing, but if I had to guess, I would say it had been at least ten minutes. When I got the news about Drew and Wilde, my heart dropped. I had actually wished death on Drew, and I was mad at myself. Of course, he would have died regardless, and my words had nothing to do with it. But still…
I put so much energy into hating him that I was almost shocked that his death saddened me. It just reminded me that I was still human despite all that Drew had put me through. I was also worried about Wilde. I wanted to call him so bad, but I wasn’t sure what condition he was in. Showing up at the hospital even crossed my mind, but I didn’t know if I should. Even if it was fake, we’d been seen out in public together before, and I met his family. Me showing up at the hospital wouldn’t be the oddest thing in the world.Unless people think I’m the cause of it. That thought slammed into my brain and made me feel queasy.
Finally, I sat down. With trembling hands, I grabbed my cell phone and went to social media. That place was better than the news. It had all the local gossip. I scrolled until I came acrossa post from Drew’s cousin. He had posted an old picture of him and Drew at the club, and the caption read:When are niggas going to stop beefing over bitches? My people not here no more, and that bitch still gon’ be living life spreading her legs. SMH. Rest in peace to the real.
