Black reign saga, p.35
Black Reign Saga, page 35
Dundee was sitting in the house, almost in tears when Poppa called. The fact that Scotty was gone had sunk in.
Dundee, Poppa, and Black stood on the balcony of the apartment. Black couldn’t go to the hospital, and Dee wasn’t answering his phone.
Black made the call he dreaded to make.
Tony T answered the phone.
Black let Lo’s brother know what had happened so Moms and Auntie could go to Virginia Beach General. Then from every direction the red, white, and blue lights came flashing down Baker Road.
Dundee stood there and watched ten police cars surround his townhouse and kick in his door.
“Ray must of told. Thought I killed the son of a bitch.”
“Well, you didn’t. Now he puttin’ the police on you. And they got Lo,” Black said, digging for his phone that was ringing. “Yeah!”
“Fuck goin’ on, stickman?” Speed said angrily.
“Fuck you mean, my nigga?” Black answered, his voice slightly raised.
“What y’all niggas fuck with my cousin for?” Speed lowered his voice. He had gotten real calm.
“I just heard about this shit—some beef carried over from the courts.”
“Naw, baby. Yo’ peoples robbed my cousin for three hundred thousand and left him in a wheelchair. Payback’s a bitch, nigga.”
“You better recognize who the fuck you talkin’ to.”
“Talkin’ to you, son. Better soak it in, because when I see you we goin’ to hell, baby. Straight to hell,” Speed said and hung up.
“Where the other hundred thousand?” Black looked at Dundee.
“That’s it—two hundred thousand. Word to my mother.”
Black looked at Poppa and walked back inside. His phone rang. It was Tony calling from Virginia Beach General. Lo was going to be okay. Even though he got hit five times, there was no major damage.
Moms and Auntie had the staff in an uproar. They let them see Lo for a second. He did open his eyes. Tony told Black that all Lo said was three hundred thousand.
“There’s police outside his door and they have him cuffed to the bed.”
“Take care of Moms and Auntie,” Black said hanging up. He looked at Dundee. “Lo said three hundred thousand. Speed said Ray said three hundred thousand. Speak now or live with your decisions.”
“That’s Lo’s; I got my hundred.” Dundee looked at Black as to say, “I’m not scared.”
“Everybody think like that young nigga, but we are a clique. The only way we gonna have longevity and prosperity is to hold each other down. You ever lived like you livin’ now?”
“Naw, man.” Dundee looked at Poppa.
“Without me and Lo, this shit stops; with us, everything stays good in life—don’t ever do that again. LE niggas . . . ’til we die.”
“No doubt. Sorry,” Dundee said. “You need to go get that foot checked,” Poppa said.
“We all right, partner. Now we move forward.” Black handed Poppa twenty-five thousand and kept the same for himself, putting the rest up.
Dundee hopped over to the couch. He told Black everything and how it went down. Now Black saw why he got up outta there. Now he knew Lo was going down for all that shit, because Ray was going to tell—it was his house and they had robbed him.
Chapter Eleven
Dee walked back in the club and ordered another double Henny straight and Corona. The bitches in the club was off the hook. The Ecstasy had him ready to freak, but the weed kept him from bouncing off the wall. He walked back to the second floor and found his VIP spot, sat down and ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon. He popped the champagne and poured a glass. He felt good.
He sat there watching as people came by, showing love that he hadn’t seen in awhile, guys and girls. He realized then that the clubs in Atlanta was off the blinker, but it felt good to be home, to see niggas he’d been clubbin’ with since Circle Bingo and Big Apple days.
Then two loud-ass niggas came up. Dee jumped up, hugging the niggas. It was Shawn and Smiley, two Norfolk hustlers who had a good piece of Norfolk and Portsmouth locked. Smiley was always a grimy money-getting nigga. Whatever was whatever. “Let’s do it,” was his attitude, as long as he got paid, and he always had a hustle.
Shawn was more laid-back, quiet type nigga. Got his money quietly, played fair, but if you ever got him wrong, sooner or later you got got. He usually ran with rich niggas, stars, and fucked a lot of hoes. “Fuck you been, nigga?”
“ATL, son.” Dee shook his head.
“Heard the strip joints like no other,” Shawn said.
“I’ll come down there and have all those hoes callin’ this dingy-ass Norfolk nigga Daddy. I heard them hoes got some paper,” Smiley added.
“No doubt, kid. Houses, cars, jobs. It’s poppin’,” Dee said. “And all those gay niggas don’t want no pussy.”
“That’s some bullshit.” Shawn got a champagne glass and poured some Dom. “When you gonna open another sports bar?”
“As soon as you get some of your peoples to invest,” Dee told him. “We’ll do one for about one point two million. Have that shit bangin’.”
“Well, we got four together. What you got?” Smiley asked. “I got four; all we need is four more. Shawn the man. All he got to do is go to Sweet Pea, Bruce Smith, Joe Smith, Allen I, Alonzo, Missy, Timberland.”
“Goddamn, nigga, you fuck with everybody from Norfolk who done made it.” Dee poured some more champagne in all three glasses.
“Dee, how many hoes you got in ATL, pimp?”
“I got two. I told myself I wa’n’ goin’ down there with all that, but you know, them hoes pulled me in,” he said, giving niggas a pound.
Shawn pulled out a Dutch and split it, dumping the tobacco on the floor to roll the “labo” he had in his pocket. These niggas was gleaming—they had to have a hundred gees on in jewels between the two.
“I got four hoes. Real relationships with four hoes,” Smiley said. “Keys to they houses, they cars—kids love me—and it’s been goin’ on for over seven years right here in Norfolk. So I know ATL callin’ me.”
Dee and Shawn laughed, but Smiley had a serious look.
“This the crazy part—I love all these hoes. People say it can’t be done. But I’ll kill a nigga over all four hoes.”
“Tell him, Shawn.”
Shawn shook his head in agreement and lit the Dutch.
“How many hoes you done fucked in Norfolk, Smiley?” Dee asked.
Shawn looked at Dee as if to tell him, “Don’t get me started.”
“About sixty in the last decade. What about you? I’ve seen you run hoes, Dee.”
They both started laughing, remembering a time they’d bumped heads.
“Shit, I’ll say about seventy or eighty,” Dee said seriously.
“You ain’t lyin’, son. I know you. And I can say Shawn probably done fucked over a hundred hoes.”
We laughed, but we both knew the hoes loved Shawn. They called him quiet and fine, and he was killing them all.
“So how you fuck four hoes like that. I fuck, but a nigga dick die out every now and then. Been fuckin’ with that X—that shit make sex off the hook.”
“I used to have that problem. Them old heads up at the Long Shoreman Hall turned me on to these.” Smiley handed Dee two light-blue, diamond-shaped pills. “Viagra, nigga—for old heads who can’t get hard and for young niggas who just want to fuck nonstop.”
Dee looked at the pills and put them in his pocket.
“You got that X?” Shawn asked.
“All day long. AOL’s, Mitsubishi, tweety birds. What?” Dee felt a deal coming on.
“Mad niggas doin’ that shit, but it’s hard to come by,” Smiley said.
“Not no more. Twenty a pop all day,” Dee said.
“I want a thousand,” Shawn said.
“Twelve then. Tomorrow.” Dee handed him one to try.
Shawn took it. “Tomorrow.”
Just then Monica and her crew came by. Dee signaled for her to come over. They all came and began talking.
Dee was thinking he would like to fuck with this bitch. She was fine as hell. “So what?” he asked her in her ear as she leaned into him, “You want to get down?”
“One thousand and you got me all night.”
Dee knew this bitch wa’n’ getting a gee a night from niggas in Norfolk. “I don’t want all night.”
“Then five hundred from—” She looked at her watch. “It’s one now . . . from now to six.”
“Give me your number,” Dee said as he put it in his phone. “I’ll call you at three thirty. I want from four to five. You might make two hundred. I’m gonna hit you as soon as I get settled.” Dee knew Ray wa’n’ giving that bitch no real dough, still out here tricking.
He grabbed his dick, raising up from the table. He gave Smiley and Shawn a pound, telling Shawn, “Hit me up tomorrow.”
“How y’all niggas know Dee? Y’all from uptown?” Monica asked.
Smiley smirked. “Who the fuck don’t know Dee?”
“Niggas want to know his brother,” Monica said.
“Whose his brother?” Shawn asked.
“Black.”
“Black who? That Norview cat with the clothing store,” Shawn said, “or Black from Grandy Park, or Black that run with Shampoo.”
“Oh yeah,” Smiley said, “Black from out Lake Edward. Back in the day they say he killed about ten New York niggas. Say he had mad bodies and never did a day.”
“Okay, did he run with that nigga Lo with the dreads and the patch on his eye?” Shawn asked.
“Now remember when they found them two niggas at the mall dead, one in the back seat and one in the trunk.”
“The nigga you talkin’ about is Lo Max. Tall, black, skinny nigga with dreads. Wilder than a bitch.”
Shawn looked at Smiley. “That’s Dee peoples? That’s why he always look like he flippin’ keys with a asshole full of money.”
“Because of his brother. I didn’t know that shit.”
“Come on,” one of the girls said to Monica. “Broke-ass niggas not spendin’ shit.”
“Niggas ain’t gonna spend shit with your nasty ass, bitch,” Smiley said.
“Bitch, fuck you with your stinkin’-ass breath—that’s why I moved.”
“Bitch, you better recognize a pimp when you see one.” Smiley jumped up and kicked her in the mouth with his Timbs.
Her head snapped back, just to catch a slap when it came back up. The slap took her off her feet.
Monica grabbed Smiley, and the other girl began hitting him.
Shawn grabbed the other girl by the hair, slinging her to the ground, and still holding her ponytail in his hand.
“Please, Smiley, don’t beat her like that,” Monica yelled as Smiley slapped the girl.
Monica was glad to see security grab Smiley. He turned on security and began head butting him until he let go. The other tried restraining him, and again Smiley grabbed him and began butting him across his nose until blood spread across his face.
Out of nowhere, Youngblood scooped Smiley up and slammed him to the ground. He tensed his body, but he went up again and the next slam took everything he had in him. He was cuffed and carried out.
Shawn was right behind them as they carried his man out. He was walking to the car mad as hell. “Security didn’t have to do that.”
He walked past a Quest van. Three niggas sat inside. “You need to tell Smiley to calm the fuck down.”
“He’ll be all right.”
“That’s why he got his ass whipped and your bitch ass let it happen.”
“Fuck all you niggas.”
They began laughing. They were drinking and smoking and joking so much, they never saw Shawn come back across the street from his car.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Dee dropped to the ground in the parking lot. He was talking to Lady, trying to get her to roll with him, and saw when Smiley came out cuffed up.
Then he saw Shawn dash back across the street and his black, chromed-out Supra hit Independence Boulevard and disappeared.
Shawn left two kids dead in the Quest, and taught one kid a lesson—never fuck with niggas you don’t know.
Dee knew it was time to go. He looked at Lady. All the sweet shit was over. “What you gonna do?”
She got in and they were out.
Dee took off toward his condo. Lady sat beside him, her right leg thrown across her left, leaving an exposed upper thigh that he couldn’t help touching while she rambled on about how she’d been married four years, and her husband was a producer or some shit. He had a studio and was pushing mad artists. He offered her and their two kids the world but was never home, so she shopped and fucked up a great deal of his money.
They walked inside.
Dee decided he wanted to fuck hard if this bitch gave him some pussy, so he walked in the kitchen and took one of the pills Smiley gave him to see how it worked. Then he poured himself a drink and sparked his Backwoods.
She sat there smoking her Newport cigarette.
He put on his Dave Hollister CD. By track four he had Lady laid back, kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts. He lifted her shirt and felt the lace bra that fastened in the front. The Ecstasy had him ready to freak.
As he kissed her neck, she began to moan and slide down in the sofa. He removed her blouse to see her beautiful breasts fill the gold bra. Lady stood in front of him in a gold bra, gold thong, and Chanel sandals, her diamonds gleaming.
Dee’s dick was rock hard. He took her hand and guided her to his room.
She strolled to the bed with her ass jiggling.
Goddamn! His body felt so good, and his dick was throbbing. He removed his clothes down to his boxers. “Let’s shower,” he said, walking into his bathroom.
She undressed fully and stepped into the shower. He washed her down and she did the same.
When they came out and dried off, she pushed him back on the bed and began kissing his neck. It felt good, but she was sucking hard.
“Don’t leave no marks on me,” Dee said seriously.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said softly and kept kissing and nibbling until she reached his chest. She took his nipples into her mouth and sucked, then nibbled on the ends until she felt his heartbeat speed up. She reached down and stroked his dick. She knew he was ready the way his dick was jumping. She leaned down and placed her lips on his dick.
A sensation shot through his body.
She began sucking his dick like it was the best tasting piece of meat she ever had. The saliva ran down his balls into his ass cheeks. Lady kept sucking intensely as she massaged his balls. Then she turned him over with his ass in the air.
He flowed with it because she was making his body feel so incredible.
She got on her knees and pulled his dick back between his leg and sucked from behind.
“Whoa! Whoa!” was all he could mutter.
She kept going as she reached up and placed her finger on his asshole.
He jumped up and spun around. “Fuck is you doin’?”
“Oh! You never had a woman touch you there?”
“Hell naw. Don’t fuck around.”
“Look, Dee, relax. Aren’t you secure with your sexuality? You know you ain’t gay. I’m just playin’, tryin’ to make you feel good.” Lady placed her head back on his head. Again she rubbed his balls until his knob was really wet. She laid him back, lifted his legs, and began to lick his balls, then his ass.
He jumped, but she kept going until sensations floated up and down his body. She eased her slim finger into his ass, and he shifted uncomfortably. Then she pressed her finger forward. Dee felt as if he was going to pee, but nothing happened.
Of all the bitches he’d fucked in his life, none ever made him feel this good. The feeling was rising from his feet through his body. He thought he was coming, then all of a sudden his entire body went numb. This feeling had his entire body shaking for about two minutes.
Lady sucked down every drop until he pushed her off his dick.
Dee laid there with a limp dick until he caught his breath. He felt like a bitch that had been turned out.
Lady lay on his chest and rubbed his stomach.
He wasn’t pressed on no ass.
Then she grabbed his dick again. It rose instantly.
Damn! Dee took her in his arms and laid her back, climbed on top of her, and slid in.
Her pussy was burning up. It grabbed his dick and was pulling with every stroke. She brought her legs back real wide so he could get in tight and rub against her clit with every stroke. She began to buck wildly as he slammed his dick with authority until that feeling came again, and he let off a load to fill her up. Lady came at the same time too, and he collapsed in her arms.
“Damn, it’s almost four o’clock. Let me go.” Lady jumped and ran to the bathroom. She returned wearing her bra and thong. She walked back to the living room and slipped into her clothes. Then she kissed Dee and exited out the door.
Dee climbed in the shower and cleaned up. He went and laid in the bed and flipped on the TV. He grabbed his dick and squeezed it. He picked up the phone and hit Monica. “Hello.”
“What’s up, Dee?”
“You—let’s do this; meet me at the Clarion.”
“See you in about twenty minutes,” she said and hung up.
Dee threw on his Pelle Pelle baby-blue velour sweatsuit and white DC’s with the baby-blue stripe. He got to the Clarion and got a room. He took another Ecstasy pill.
She arrived and after smoking a Back, she tooted four times.
His X had just kicked in, and it was trick time. His dick throbbed at the thought of getting into this young girl.
She undressed, stood in front of him wearing a black bra and black thong on her red body.
He stood in the bed, holding his dick. “Crawl over here and suck this dick.”
She crawled and sucked his dick, licked his balls. He even pulled his leg back and made her lick his ass.
He turned her over and slid in from the back. Every time he got excited and started pounding, she would slide up and keep him from getting deep.
He pulled her hair and her neck came back, as he slammed dick into her.
