“Quick pump Kion? I hope you didn’t even add him to your pussy count.” She smiled so wide I damn near choked on my coffee.
“Look, I’m trying,” I admitted once I was done choking.
“Yeah, and that nigga has been leaving lunches on your car ever since he sniffed it. No ma’am! That Salisbury steak did hit the other day, though.”
“Can you please get the hell on. I have work to do. I can’t believe yo ass ate that!”
“I saw him set it down on your trunk! It’s not like it was out there long. And don’t get mad at me. You know what your problem is?” She slapped her hands together, intertwined her fingers, and sat up like she had something monumental to say.
“I’m sure you are going to tell me, Chante,” I said with a heavy eye roll.
“You need some new dick. And I mean that eye rolling, toe curling, slob falling out ya mouth like you retarded good dick.”
“Girl! If you don’t get out of here,” I laughed before I continued. “Plus, Jay dick is good, why do you think I can’t say no?”
“Dyami, you don’t even know if the dick is that good. His shit is probably just okay. You don’t even have enough dick experience to be making these types of decisions.”
“You act like I’m some virgin or something. I was with someone else before Jay.”
“Girl, that college shit don’t count. Those boys ain’t know what they were doing at all. Then do we really need to go back over quick pump Kion? You need a man, baby.”
Before I could reply to her, our manager Phyllis walked up, and I shot Chante a look to end the conversation. Mrs. Phyllis was a cool older lady, but she didn’t play either. She was all about team building, and she wasn’t about to let anyone mess up her coin. For a woman in her late fifties, she was the epitome of health, and she carried her age with regal poise.
“This doesn’t sound quite like work, ladies.” She interjected.
“Sorry, Mrs. Phyllis, you know Dyami always distracts me,” Chante said, slinking away. Mrs. Phyllis' eyes followed her until she was out of sight, then her eyes rested on me again.
“Let’s get back to work, Dyami, and for the record, you may want to listen to your friend. She is crazy, but she isn’t wrong. I don’t want to hear that talk again at work.” She said, throwing me a wink and strolling away.
Chapter 3
Terror
My Hellcat sliced through the night like an assassin as I whipped through the highway. I tried not to let the perks of the lifestyle go to my head. I just couldn't deny how the black Chrome hugged the night like a best friend, and the whisper-quiet engine hummed the sweetest power song on the abandoned strip of road. The air whipped through the opening of my sunroof, providing a nice balance for my drive. It was in the high 50s, but it wasn’t the late April 50s, where it was warming up. It was the September ones that gave you appreciation and promised colder weather was on the horizon. Fall was my favorite season.
My last few months paralleled the side of the highway, all passing in a blur. Plenty of work was coming, and I was taking it all. I carved out a rhythm for myself, and even though it didn’t give me a lot of time to spend with my people, it gave me less time to think. Currently, I slept and went right back to work.
After Brick’s death, the whole hood was tripped out, and it was so easy for me to slide in place. In the last six months, I had made more money than I have in my whole life combined. My trigger finger was no longer hesitant. This bitch was precise,and it would sing a last song to any muthafucka steppin’ out of line with me. We easily pushed the few people Slash had in place out and put everybody on notice that anyone coming at us wrong was dead.
Slash fell back, but I wasn’t crazy. I was still on the lookout for him. I even heard little rumors about people saying I had something to do with Brick’s death, too. Nobody was bold enough to ask, but I knew his brother, Smoke, being who he was, would eventually try to see about that shit. At the end of the day, all I could do was be real. I know what I did and didn’t do, and there ain’t a damn man on this earth who put fear in me anymore.
I took one L, and I learned from that shit tremendously. Those days are over. So, if he couldn’t take my word that I ain’t have shit to do with it and he was trying to make shit a problem it’s up there. The streets kinged me, and I wasn’t coming down from this throne for nobody.
I took the exit, and the lights changed drastically as I pulled into my estate. I pulled up to my house, stepped out, and headed for my door. I had to take a second and get my head together before I walked in. One other thing I tried to do through this transition is work shit out with my baby mom, Crystal. I can honestly say the more time I spent with her, the more I realized I didn’t like her ass at all. She wasn’t a bad person, but she lacked motivation. All she wanted to do was sit on her ass all day. She took care of our son, Marcos Junior, and she even had me hire a nanny to help with that.
She spent all day posting on IG about our life and all of our moves. When I talked to her about the shit, she couldn’t understand how something like that was dangerous for me. When I came home from watching my back in the street, I wanted someone I could feel at peace with. Not someone whohad to take a picture of every plate before we ate to get content. Don’t get me wrong, she would always be taken care of on the account of my son, but this relationship shit wasn’t gone last, and we both knew it. We were just hanging on to see who would take that step first.
She was bad as hell, I had to admit that. She was 5’4 stacked like a muthafucka with natural long black hair, brown skin, and everything any nigga would want physically. But that’s just it, she was just physical. Shit was getting real in these streets, and sometimes I just needed someone to talk to instead of all that other shit.
I finished the blunt on the front porch and rubbed my hands down my face, hoping that maybe she was sleeping, and I didn’t have to hear her bitch at me like always. It was a little after three in the morning, so it was likely she didn’t wait up. I stepped into my house, and immediately my body tensed up. I heard sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom. I just knew her ass wasn’t that crazy to have a muthafucka in my house. I crept up the stairs with my gun at my side.
First, I passed my son’s room to peek in to see if he was asleep. He was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling. I closed his door gently and screwed the silencer on my Beretta. The sounds pulled me in the direction of my bedroom, and I felt my pulse through my damn forehead. I opened the door and saw Crystal’s best friend Trish ass naked slobbing some nigga up in my bed.
“What the fuck?” The words slipped from me so fast.
“AAAHHHHH SHIT!” Trish screamed, covering herself.
“Get the fuck out of my shit! You fuckin crazy to have the nerve to be fuckin a nigga in my shit like you live here! Where thefuck is Crystal?” These muthafuckas had me all the way fucked up!
