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“Aye, Kyron, check this out. I won’t be doing shit you tell me. Please leave me and my sister the fuck alone. You should be treating her like she got the plague and staying the fuck away! Don’t call my phone no more.”

  KYRON

  I couldn’t wait to see how the bitch would react to this. She had me fucked up. I listened to her little voicemail message, and all it did was urge me to move a little faster. I had to let her know that it was not a game. I wanted what I wanted. As soon as Kendrick gave me the address to her brother, Kevin’s house, we headed on over there. After I thought about it, I had a way to get this silly bitch’s attention. I knew it would get Shorty’s attention as well. This nigga stayed out in Coney Island. It was a nice, quiet spot, and his house was the last one on the block, sitting on the cul-de-sac. Kendrick and I camped out down the street for almost six hours before he pulled up. My muscle was already waiting on him; we were just waiting on their signal.

  “What’s taking them niggas so long?” Kendrick mumbled as he shifted from side to side in his seat.

  “Stop fidgeting, nigga. You making me nervous.”

  “You think we should go in?” He reached for his hammer.

  “Not yet. Wait for the word. I’m confident in these niggas.”

  Just then, Kendrick’s cell vibrated. He looked at it and said, “Let’s do this.”

  He started the car, and we parked right in the nigga’s driveway and got out. It was dark and was beginning to rain. I pulled my hood over my head and followed Kendrick, careful to protect the bandages on my neck.

  As soon as we came up the back stairs, the door popped open. “Everything’s ready. You sure you don’t want us to stay?” my muscle, Herb, asked.

  “We’ll take it from here!” Kendrick told him.

  We followed Herb to the kitchen, where our pawn was sitting at the table. “What do y’all want? Dope? Money?” He was sitting there looking confused, as Knowledge, muscle I had on my team from day one, had his foot propped on a chair standing over him with his pistol aimed at his head. I looked at Kevin closely and saw the resemblance. He looked more like Trina than he resembled Tasha. But there was no mistaking that he was family. Kendrick took off his jacket and pulled out his hammer.

  “Y’all good?” Knowledge asked.

  “We good. Y’all niggas wait outside,” Kendrick told him.

  “Who the fuck are y’all?” Kevin asked.

  I pulled out this handmade crafted Sebenza knife that I had been wanting to use. Kendrick let out a whistle when he saw it. “Nice, ain’t it?” I was talking more to myself. I pulled out my cell and dialed Trina’s number, hit the speaker button, and set the phone on the table directly in front of her brother.

  “Hello.” She sounded groggy, obviously in a deep sleep.

  “What the fuck do y’all want, man? I said take the dope. Damn! You got that,” her brother yelled out. Kendrick quickly put him in a chokehold, and I stuck the knife into his shoulder, twisting it back and forth. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he screamed.

  “Hello. Hello? Kyron, I don’t have time for your bullshit,” Trina snapped. She was starting to sound wide awake.

  She didn’t have time for the bullshit? Well, me, either. I got closer, grabbed the nigga’s face, sliced the nigga’s ear off, and threw it on the table.

  “Owwwwwwwwww! Shit! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!” His eyes widened as he shook and twisted. You would have thought I’d sliced the nigga’s dick off the way he was yelling in anguish, holding the side of his face as Kendrick unlocked his grip. Blood poured through his fingers. “Take the dope! Shit!! Ahhh! Take the dope!”

  I picked up the phone and took it off speaker.

  “Kevin?” Trina asked in apparent panic. “Kyron, is that my brother?”

  “My fuckin’ ear! What the fuck? I don’t even know you.” He was still screaming.

  “Kevin! Kevin? Oh, my God. Kyron! His ear? What are you doing to my brother?”

  “You took care of that yet?” I asked her.

  “Kyron, is that my brother? Don’t do this. Why are you—”

  “Did you take care of that?” I asked again as I walked to the living room and peeked through the blinds.

  “No, not yet. But I’ma do it. Please, Kyron. That’s my brother. I’ma do it.”

  “Now, do you see how easy that was?” I asked her.

  I thought about the look in Kevin’s eyes, and it was void of fear. I had to give it to him.

  “Please, Kyron, stop hurting my brother.” Trina pleaded with me.

  “You got that. Just handle my business. Me and you good, right?”

  “Yes, we good.” She started crying.

  That was all I needed to hear. I ended the call, went back into the kitchen, pointed the knife in his face, and said, “This shit is between us.” I rubbed the blood from the blade on his lips. “If not, everyone you love will die a slow and painful death. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

  I was now more anxious to see Shorty.

  MARI

  “I’m outside,” I heard Kyron say, and then the phone went dead. I went into the bedroom and stood in front of my long mirror, giving myself the once-over. I was thinking about dyeing my long, thick black mane to a medium brown. I needed a change and was no longer feeling the black. And if one more person asked me if I was Eva Mendes, the chick who played Denzel’s mistress in Training Day, I was going to snap.

  My Chanel dress was hugging me in all the right places. I wanted Kyron to see what he had been neglecting and what he was about to lose. He, of course, didn’t say where he was taking me; he simply said to be ready. Little did he know, tonight I was giving him his walking papers.

  I grabbed my Chanel bag, turned out my bedroom light, and headed for the door, only to hear the locks turning. I stepped back, and in walked Kyron.

  “I thought you wanted me to meet you out front.”

  “I changed my mind.” I barely heard him. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

  He had on all black, even down to the gators. He looked and smelled like money and appeared to be wearing the gauze around his neck proudly. I hated to admit it, but I was a damned fool in love. His love. I put so much into him. Into us. But it was so one-sided. Just the thought pissed me off and made me realize that I didn’t need to end things tonight. Hell, no. Not before getting back at least half of what I put into this relationship.

  “Why is your face all frowned up?” he had the nerve to ask me.

  “Because seeing you only makes me angry.”

  He smiled. “This was always about business. You know that.”

  “Business? Is chasing that bitch business?” I paused and looked at him. “Why would you let some new pussy fuck up everything we’ve worked so hard for?”

  He smiled again. “Who’s been puttin’ shit in your ear?”

  “Puttin’ shit in my ear? Kyron, I am not stupid, so don’t insult my intelligence. I have eyes. Were you not just laid up in critical condition? Don’t you have a patch covering your throat? Can you barley speak? Are you not chasing a married woman, acting like some common hoodlum from the block?”

  He nonchalantly turned around and opened the door.

  “Oh, so now you don’t have anything to say.”

  “Are you coming with me or not?”

  “Oh, I’m coming. This conversation is long overdue.” I brushed past him. “Remember the big picture, Kyron.”

  “Why the fuck are you still here? If you don’t want to ride this thing out with me, you can go.”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” I stopped and turned to look into his eyes.

  “When have you known me to kid?” He was dead serious.

  “Kyron, we have a game plan. We were supposed to stick to it, not come home and fall for some hood bitch and lose focus.”

  “Game plan. Did you hear what you just said? Game plan. Mari, this ain’t no game out here.”

  “You are the one playing the games, Kyron. Chasing some married bitch. You are more concerned with this whor
e than you are with business.”

  “The game plan.” He chuckled.

  “If you want me to scrap everything, let me know. My brother is waiting on you. And when he asks me about you, I have to choose to lie or be totally truthful. My reputation is on the line here, Kyron, and I’m not going to let you fuck that up!”

  We stood in an intense stare-down. Then he smiled. Something he always does when he thinks I’m bullshitting. “Stop stressing over irrelevant shit. You look too sexy to be stressing.”

  He opened the front door. I stormed to the car, stood there with my arms folded, and could only shake my head. I got into the car, entertaining the thought of going right back into the house.

  When he jumped into the car, he said, “Your brother ain’t going nowhere. When I’m ready to get with your brother, I will do just that. I don’t work for nobody, and I don’t owe nobody shit.”

  “So this is what’s stopping you? The fact that you’re a boss, you don’t work for anybody?”

  “Exactly. I don’t need muthafuckas. Muthafuckas need me.” He looked over at me and then put the car into gear and pulled off.

  I couldn’t believe the shit that was coming out of his mouth. I wanted to reach over and slap that smug look off his face. I turned away from him and looked out the window. I was the dumb one. I was the one guilty of sticking around and taking all of his bullshit.

  We drove in silence all the way until we stopped at a light on Manhattan’s Eighth Avenue. A white guy on a bike next to us hawked and spit, and the wind blew it onto the hood of Kyron’s car. The next thing I knew, he was out of the car, running and grabbing the back of the guy’s bike. He pushed him over and went to stomping him. I couldn’t believe it. “Kyron! The bigger picture! The bigger picture!” I heard myself screaming. I jumped out of the car and grabbed his arm in an attempt to end the situation before it got worse.

  “Get the fuck off me!” he barked, no longer whispering and he snatched away from me. He was in a fitful rage.

  I was furious as I stepped back and looked at him. I had to ask myself, was it worth it? Why the fuck was I so obsessed with him? And if he didn’t give a fuck about his future, why should I? Just like I guided him to this point, I could just as easily guide the next man, and it probably wouldn’t take half the time.

  “You know what? I’m out of here.” I left him there stomping the daylights out of a total stranger on a bike. “Taxi! Taxi!” I jumped into the first one that stopped. I was convinced that Kyron had lost his mind.

  6

  TASHA

  I was glad that I had Kyra all to myself first. We cried, hugged, and caught up to what had been going on during our time apart. Now it was Angel’s and Jaz’s turn. They had finally made it to sunny California. I stood in the doorway and watched the three of them cry, laugh, cry, and laugh some more, just like I did. The reunion was bittersweet.

  Not only did Kyra look different, but she seemed different. For one, it was surprising to see her reading the Bible and down on her knees praying. One minute she would appear all holier-than-thou, and the next minute she would be the old, talking-smack, neck-twisting, from-the-hood Kyra. The Kyra I was used to.

  “Ooh! Why are you sneaking up on me like that?” Trae had eased up behind me and was brushing his lips against my neck.

  “Because I want to steal you away from your girls for a few minutes.”

  “A few minutes? Yeah, right. That’s what you said the last time.” He began easing me away from the door. “Trae, stop. We are getting ready to go get something to eat.”

  He stopped and peeked in at the girls. “They ain’t trying to go nowhere no time soon. I just need a few minutes. They won’t even know you’re gone.” He pulled me away from my girls and eased me into the hall bathroom and shut the door.

  “You ain’t right,” I said, smiling at him.

  “You ain’t right! Stilettos on, ass cheeks hanging out the dress. What kind of restaurant are y’all going to?” He backed up against the door, and with both hands on my ass, he pulled me close to him.

  “Stop exaggerating! My ass cheeks are not hanging out.”

  “Bullshit. You ain’t going to no restaurant wearing a club dress.”

  I sucked my teeth. “Since when did you start having problems with me wearing short dresses?”

  “Since I’m not going with you. That’s when. You know my rules.”

  He was trippin’, and I wasn’t liking it. I damn sure wasn’t about to take the dress off. Hell, we were only going out to eat. We stood there staring into each other’s eyes as he continued to caress my ass. Just as it started to feel good, he abruptly turned me around and guided me toward the sink. I felt his hand ease up my back, and he pushed me forward. I grabbed onto the edges of the sink.

  I looked back at him. “What do you mean, I know your rules?”

  “Assume the position, and shut up.”

  “Shut who? Assume what?” I went to stand up, but he was holding me down with one hand and holding that steel with the other.

  “You heard me.” He used his knee to force my legs apart.

  I watched him in the mirror as he admired my ass and stroked himself.

  I felt the head of his dick enter me. “Don’t be telling me to shut up.” I moaned as I felt him push all the way inside me. I wanted to fuss, but it was feeling good, and I couldn’t help but throw the pussy back at him and talk shit. “Niggas willing to die over this pussy.”

  “And I’m willing to kill ’em.” He shoved the dress over my ass, ripping it. I knew he did it on purpose.

  “Trae!” I looked back at him. His eyes were closed as he held tight onto my waist, putting in work. I had an attitude about my dress, so I had to say something. “You tore my dress.” I even wanted to argue, but the dick now had my undivided attention. He stroked long and deep as subtle moans escaped his lips. I grabbed tighter onto the edges of the sink, and then he started coming. He pulled out and skeeted all over my ass and my dress. I stood straight up, turned around, and pushed him. “You dog!”

  “Now, go change into something more conservative!” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “But you gotta admit, that was the shit.”

  “You’ll see how conservative I am when you realize how long it’ll be before you get up in this pussy again,” I snapped as I brushed past him to get out of the bathroom. He blocked the door, staring at me as he fixed his clothes.

  “What’s the matter with you? I know you ain’t trippin’ about a dress that I bought!”

  “Yes, I am trippin’. I’m trippin’ about you tearing my dress, fucking me, spurting all over me, and I didn’t even come! What the fuck is your problem?” I snatched the bathroom door open, and he slammed it shut. “Move, Trae, with ya selfish ass!”

  “Man, fuck that dress. I said I didn’t want you wearing it.” He grabbed the part he already ripped and ripped it some more. “Now what? And all of a sudden, you want to come, when at first you didn’t even want to fuck. Now you wanna come?” He grabbed me roughly, picked me up, and slammed me onto the sink.

  I tried to get down, but he held me there. “What do you think you’re doing, Trae?” He was fumbling with his pants. “What is your problem?”

  “You want to come, right?”

  “Nigga, please. Let me outta here. You ain’t even hard. I gots to go.”

  “Nah. I’m selfish. You ain’t come. You ain’t going nowhere.” He stood there between my legs, pulling out his dick.

  “Forget it, Trae,” I said, only to have my leg raised up into the air and a half-hard dick thrust up inside me.

  “Why the fuck are we arguing over nothing?” he asked me as he stroked in and out.

  I could feel him growing harder and longer. I spread my legs wider, grabbed onto his ass, and pulled him deeper inside me.

  “Oh, so you like that, huh?” He kissed me roughly around my neck.

  “You ruined my dress.” I moaned as I shut my eyes tight and matched my strokes with his.

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nbsp; “Fuck the dress, and concentrate on fucking me.” He increased his fucking pace. “How does this feel?” he whispered in my ear.

  “G-good.” I moaned as I tried to get and keep as much dick in me as I could. With me holding him tighter and him fucking me harder, I began to embrace and ride the wave of a much-needed orgasm. My husband waited for my legs to stop shaking before he eased out of me. I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. He helped me off the sink, and before he could say something smart, I said, “You still didn’t have to fuck up my dress.” And I stormed out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

  I slipped past the family room where my girls were talking and laughing and the kids were running wild. On my way upstairs, as I made it into the living room, I heard knocking. I went to the door, cracked it, and there stood Trina. She looked as if she had been crying. I opened the door and asked, “What are you doing here? What’s the matter?”

  “I didn’t want to come, but I need to talk to you.”

  “Why didn’t you just call me? You know Trae don’t want you over here. I told you I would let you know when things cooled off.”

  “Tasha, let me in. I need to talk to you. Kevin is hurt.”

  “What? My little brother?” I hadn’t heard from him since Stephon’s funeral. Now I wondered what he was mixed up in. He usually handled his business. I looked back to see if Trae was coming before I let her in. “Hurry up!” I opened the front door. “Where’s your car?” I was now whispering.

  “I parked down the street. Come outside. I don’t want to have to cuss Trae out.”

  “I have to change. Come on, girl. I’ll sneak you upstairs. Close the door, and tell me what happened. Hurry up.” I made a dash for the stairs. She was right behind me. I knew that my ass was hanging out.

  “What happened to you? Never mind. I don’t want to know,” she said.

  We went into the bedroom, and I shut the door. I went into the bathroom and closed that door, leaving it cracked. I turned on the shower and began to undress. “So what happened? Is he okay? He got busted?” I yelled through the crack in the door.