Wild For The Night
-by Rasheed Carter-
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Wild For The Night
©Copyright 2012
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Written by Rasheed Carter
Edited by Rasheed Carter
Cover Art by Keith Sketch Johnson
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-Wild For The Night
Chapter 1
Friends aint shit when you’re getting your ass kicked
Crowd control, step back little nigga! A chrome revolver aimed high. It rested at face level. The barrel pointed outward staring like a Cyclops. A singular hole peering into the night, seconds away from coughing up death. Get back mutha fucka!!
Fresh a brown skinned boy gripped the wooden handle of the gun. He held it tightly. The inside of his palm sweated. The weight of the pistol pressed into his hand. He moved his arm, once to the right, then to the left, and stared at his attackers.
His face lacked killer instincts. He didn’t possess that I’m about to fucking kill you attitude. He owned a look of uncertainty. Nathan one of the boys in front of him stood unafraid waiting for a moment to turn the tables. Gotta watched for a sign of weakness. He looked for a fluttering eye, a sudden glance, or a trickle of sweat. He watched for it hoping to see it. So he could prance forward.
Fresh looked around hoping his bluff was enough to prevent the altercation from increasing into more than what it already was. He didn’t want to live his life as a murderer nor did he want to end up laid out in the street murdered. He silently prayed for someone to interven and shut the situation down before it escalated. Little did he know that he was in the heart of the ghetto and it wasn’t like that at all.
Didn’t he know that out here you never pulled a pistol unless you intended to shoot it? Didn’t he know that out here you select friends and wives carefully? If you have silly friends who get drunk and do stupid shit your life can be on the line and over for fucking with the wrong nigga. If your wife is loose, out of pocket, and in someone else’s bed getting infected with H.I.V. Now once again your life is on the line for fucking with the wrong nigga.
Somebody should have told him. If they did he would have recognized. He should have already known that fear had its’ own scent. It was a smell sweeter than menstrual blood in the nose of a perverse pedophile. It attracted the predators, pulled them forward in thirst, and gave them the courage to proceed. If he knew he should or recognized, but he didn’t until he felt it.
Naji crept up behind him moving quickly and noiselessly. He approached him, stuck his knife into his side, pulled it out, and rammed it inside him two more times. The hand he held the gun in was being held and aimed upward toward the sky. He squeezed the trigger hoping to release each bullet before the gun was wrenched from his hand. Two solid punches crunched into his jaw. His eyes clenched shut in pain, but snapped open after being hit twice more. The knife hit his side two more times moving together with the punches that hit his face. Overwhelmed he collapsed to the ground.
Immediately feet took over his body, stomped down on him, beat his ass, and kicked into his stomach as he guarded his head and face. The tip of a pair of black Nikes kicked into his open mouth as he groaned. A pair of brown suede construction boots stomped down on top of his head. He curled up wondering where were his friends? His eyes searched frantically around much as they could, blinking underneath the constant reminder that stepped down on him, let him know that these niggas wasn’t playing with him, and taught him a newly learned lesson; friends weren’t shit when you’re getting your ass kicked.
Rewind (Just twenty minutes.)
Feet rose rapidly and walked backward and moved away from Fresh as he lay on the ground. Magically he leapt back to his feet. There was a blurry commotion which made his head move around as a set of hands flared around him. Naji stuck his knife inside him a few times pushing the blood back inside of him, then crept backward moving away from him.
Fresh began running backward while aiming a gun at Nathan and his cousin. The two boys looked at Fresh, stood around for a brief second then spun around, and took off running backward chasing the gunman who ran away from them. Fresh moved around his open car door, got inside, slammed the door, and drove away in reverse.
Nathan and Gotta ran backwards moving directly in front of the car’s fender. The car turned around the corner. The boys ran with the car. Naji came running backwards from behind a building and ran until he ended up beside his older brother and cousin.
The car drove in reverse and moved a few feet behind the boys who stopped running and began walking. A crowd of people, girls, party goers, and other people who stood around minding their business all gathered. The boys walked backward. Naji’s shirt came from the ground and slid over his raised arms and covered his chest. Nathan and Gotta moved backward until they ended up on North Avenue, inside a house party, dancing against girls and standing around looking cool.
“Put your hands down my pants.” Nathan whispered into the girl’s ear while he held onto her swaying hips. He dipped the bulge in front of his pants against her butt. She shook her head left to right. “Do it can’t nobody see you.” He whispered harder into her ear pressing his mouth against the side of her head.
“I don’t do stuff like.” The girl lied with a sincere look of honesty.
“I’ll help you.” He grabbed her hand and pushed it down the front of his pants. Her eyes lit up with amusement. She couldn’t believe that he really did that.
Gotta was standing over in the corner concealed by the dark. His finger wiggled around inside the folds of some girl’s vagina. He was a good looking kid. Brown skin, natural wavy hair, nice looks, and a body sculpted like an action figure. He took full advantage of his looks and used them daily to get some female attention.
Naji stood somewhere in the middle of everything. His mind raced back and forth looking for somebody looking like they needed their ass whooped. He saw a few people staring at him. He stared back, squint his eyes hard as he could, raised his hands in the air, and walked up on a few people.
The first person smiled when he noticed who Naji was.
“Naji I didn’t know that was you.” E smiled wanting to settle any disagreements before he found himself on the opposite end of a beat down.
The second person pretended that Naji wasn’t talking to him. Although he yelled at him, pointed in his face, and mushed the side of his face. The boy who received the disrespect didn’t do much, but act like it didn’t happen.
Moments later Fresh, Thomas, Kenny, and B-Love entered the basement.
“Wolf pack niggas!” Fresh yelled walking through the crowd. He put his hands over his mouth and yelled out loud as he could.
“That’s right!” B-Love yelled over the music. Naji looked at them and smirked in disgust. He walked over to his brother.
“There that punk ass nigga go right there.” Naji stared at Thomas letting him know that he was the topic of discussion. He looked at him with hatred in his face.
“Naji fuck that nigga. He don’t want no problems, if he did he would have did something, real niggas don’t talk, and they get busy.” Nathan’s eyes sparkled with interest.
Gotta saw his cousins gathered and decided that they needed him. He kissed the girl, wiped his finger off using her panties, pulled his hand out of her pants, and walked over to where his cousins were.
“What’s up?”
“Naji bugging.” Nathan released the girl and pushed her gently away from him. “I’m going to see you in a minute save me a dance or something.” He smiled at her and waved at her as she moved through the crowd.
“No I’m not I told you when I slapped that bitch on the ass, she was like I hate you-you think you’re all that, and I can’t wait until Thomas and them catch you.” Naji imitated the girls voice the way it sounded to him.
“That bitch was probably just talking.” Nathan reasoned.
“Fuck that why would she say that? She could of said stopping touching my ass.” Gotta looked at Nathan.
“Fuck this.” Natha walked over to Thomas. He didn’t want to fight, he wanted to enjoy himself, and get some pussy. “Yo Thomas what’s up with you and my brother?” Nathan looked directly into his eyes.
“Who Naji?” He smiled. “Man that’s like family.” The boy exaggerated his meaning, but he really didn’t want any problems. He knew where this was coming from. He was talking shit trying to get some pussy from Pasha’s big booty ass. She liked Naji, but he couldn’t see why because he was so fucking ignorant and probably still a virgin, but the girls liked him nonetheless. Thomas told her that he didn’t like Naji and was hoping that he ever got out of line with him so he could kick his ass. He made a comment or two about him not being able to fight and always having to jump people.
Nathan walked away from Thomas and stopped in front of his brother.
“I told you the nigga don’t want to fight.” Nathan cocked his head to the side while looking at his brother.
“What you thought he was going to say?” Naji was angry and furious at his brother.
“Naji the man don’t want any problems, that bitch was lying.” Nathan looked at his brother who walked away from him. He watched Naji walk up the stairs and leave the party.
A few minutes later Naji came back down the stairs looking around. He stood beside his cousin.
“I’m about to snuff this nigga Gotta word up.” Naji shook his head side to side out of frustration.
“I’m right here.” Gotta watched his cousin’s every move. Naji walked around the party looking at everyone. He moved until he was standing beside Thomas while he danced with a girl. He had a wide smile plastered across his face. He ground into the back of her body swaying side to side and bobbing his head to the music.
Naji looked at his face, frowned in disgust, drew back, and threw a solid punch into his face. The boy stumbled and Naji rushed forward. Thomas grabbed his shirt and tried to pull him into him. Naji swung two right crosses that hooked directly into his face. The two boys crashed into the wall, the music turned off, a few grunts, as well as their bodies sliding across the course material of the wall caused everyone to turn in their direction. They tussled and struggled to overpower each other.
Gotta came rushing across the room pulling his arm from Alabama and back. His wild hook connected with Thomas’s face. His head shook and kept shaking underneath the following punches that Gotta threw. Naji swung bringing his own fists into the boy’s face. Before long Thomas was bent over with his arms curled over his head. His elbows stood outward. Naji threw uppercuts into the opening in his arms and punched into his face.
Gotta was beside Naji punching into Thomas head and ribs. He punched him hard and fast. They both stood in front of Thomas throwing punches. Nathan saw them, shook his head, let go of the girl who he was dancing with, and moved through the crowd. He walked up in time to see B-Love rushing toward his brother with a chair. Nathan intercepted his efforts with a strong right hand that lived up to his name. Nathan the knock out king.
B-Love slid across the floor. Nathan turned around and punched Kenny in the face a few times. Kenny retreated and ran up the stairs. Nathan walked over to where Thomas lay on the ground and joined his brother and cousin in stomping on him.
“This is my mutha fucking house mutha fuckas, this is my house!” A dark skin woman stood in Naji’s face screaming at him. She pulled at him and clawed at his body until he turned around and yanked his arm away from her. He turned away from the woman in time to see a crowd of people swinging punches, leaping in the air, and attempting to hit someone.
Naji rushed forward and got swallowed up in the crowd. He threw his own punches. The woman who grabbed him earlier was now swinging at him. A few seconds later she was on the ground getting stepped on. He looked down at her, then at his knee, and realized that he was the one stomping on the grown woman.
“That’s my mother! Naji is beating up my mother!” Debra a black and ugly girl with one of the fattest booties in the world sat a few feet away crying her heart out. She squatted down on the floor and cried. It was a flood of commotion that came up the stairs, moved through the living room, ruined a few chairs, and smashed out the front door. “I hate you!” Debra yelled at him. She followed him out the front door. Naji, his brother, and cousin took off running. Fresh and his friends walked around feeling relieved that it was finally over, but somehow allowed the people who stood around to push them forward to do something that they didn’t want to do.
They loaded up in a car and drove up the street following behind Naji and them. Nathan and Gotta walked on the other side of the street across from Naji. A few girls who saw the fight, were walking alongside them.
“Why did yall do that?” One girl asked clearly impressed.
“I told you that they were crazy.” Cocoa one of their sister’s friends said to the other girl.
Chapter 2
The boys walked up the street moving slowly. People gathered and walked with them wanting to be associated with the winners. Everyone walked and talked not really noticing the car that crept around the corner and moved up behind them.
Naji searched the street looking for a reason to continue to act a fool. He overheard the talk that came from the people who walked beside him wondering what happened moments ago.
The first shot exploded and created a dangerous climate. People ducked down, hit the ground, and the females screamed. Naji took off running. Nathan and Gotta took off running after him. All three of them ran as fast as they could.
Fresh’s arm hung out the window of the car and fired another shot. He wasn’t shooting to hit anyone. His purpose was more like a publicity stunt. An attempt to get his name mentioned in the same sentence with the word live wire. A quiet announcement that he had a gun.
The car picked up speed and it followed the boys. Naji split up from Nathan and Gotta. He ran around a building, hopped a fence, and ran toward his house. He raced there to get his brother’s gun. It was a chrome forty five. He made it to his front door, but it was locked. He banged on it, but no one answered it.
K.K. his youngest brother was lost in a gangster’s fantasy. His eyes were covered with the brim of one of his older brother’s hats. His arms flung up and down powerfully. He moved along to the baseline of a hardcore track off of his mix CD. He looked around the living room and barked acting crazy. Naji beat on the door some more, but K.K. was occupied with his song.
Nathan stopped running.
“I aint running out here.” He referred to his neighborhood. Gotta stood beside him. Fresh hopped out of the car holding the pistol in the air. He aimed at the two boys. Fear didn’t cross their faces. Both of them stared at him with nothing to lose and everything to prove.
Naji saw the altercation and looked for a weapon or something that possessed the ability to fuck somebody up. He found it when it was handed to him.
“Naji your brother is over there fighting.” Cee his neighbor said excited that the violence was unfolding right in front of his face. “You need this?”
“Good looking out.” Naji gripped the steak knife and moved toward the fight. Careful not to draw attention he walked up like another onlooker and stood perfectly still watching the altercation. His eyes followed Fresh’s body and when the opportunity presented itself he sprang forward. He stuck the tip of the knife into him and pushed it until it entered him. He repeated his actions a few more times.
Nathan reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist, shoved them upward, and squeezed his wrist tight as he could.
Gotta swung hand hit him in the face cracking him in the jaw and loosening up his grip on the gun. He hit him again and four more times until Fresh fell sideways, bringing with him the anger and attitude that the boys stomped down on him.
It ended with Naji backing up from the fight and pulling on his brother notifying him of the sirens sounding in the background. Nathan ran and Gotta followed suit leaving Fresh on the ground bleeding. His friends stood around watching him.
“Why yall punk ass niggas didn’t help him!” A dark skin girl asked upset that the boys who jumped out of the car with him, appeared to be ready to roll, but stalled out when the fighting occurred.
“Yo back up this is my man, shit happened mad fast.” B-Love grabbed Fresh and helped him up.
“Them niggas jumped me.” He held onto B-Love while he struggled to get on his feet. “All shit them niggas took my father’s gun.” Disappointment smeared his face.
“Fuck it we’ll get another one.” B-Love walked Fresh to the car and put him in the backseat. “Yo I’m driving son your head is bleeding and shit.” He closed the door and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“I wouldn’t fuck with no bitch ass niggas like that, just gonna sit there, and watch me get my ass whooped.” The same dark skin girl made her opinion known.
“Girl that doesn’t have anything to do with you.” A brown skin girl with red hair and gold ends said to her friend. B-Love pulled away, the onlookers began clearing out, and the ones responsible for viciously beating Fresh’s ass were at home peeking out the blinds and watching to see if the police came.
In the living room
“Yo what happened?” K.K. stood around looking at Naji. His older brother ignored him and kept pacing around the living room. “Naji what happened?” K.K. asked again. His seven year old mind was corrupted by his older brothers, influenced by gangster shit, violence, big booty hoes, and getting away with doing all sorts of ignorant shit that made his name a constant topic in other peoples mouth.
K.K. was short, small for his age, brown skin, and had the softest brown eyes that made all of his sister’s friends say oh my god he is too cute or look at his eyes. He was a good looking kid.
Naji was a good looking kid. He looked like an older version of K.K. except he was dark skin, bad as hell, and responsible for teaching K.K. most of the bullshit that ran around his mind. He was always into something. In his mind life wasn’t worth nothing if a person didn’t have money, influence, and a bunch of bitches to love until his dick was no longer hard.
Nathan was the best looking one of his mother’s boys. He was also the one who their mother had high expectations for. He was inches away from graduating high school. He had a girlfriend, but had a girl or two on the side. He was responsible and most of his conflict came from his brother and cousin always fucking with somebody.
Gotta was high yellow and too damn pretty to be a nigga, but he was a wild and crazy nigga who loved to fight. He loved young girls who were fourteen or fifteen. That wasn’t so bad being that he was only seventeen, but he was a fast seventeen. He like Naji was down for whatever.
Tonikia was their older sister. She was the one responsible for being their mother while their real mother wasn’t home, but like her real mother she couldn’t control them wild ass niggas. She did the best she could and they listened to her, but not too much.
“I told you that nigga didn’t want to fight.” Nathan sat down on the couch.
“Who was yall fighting?” K.K. tugged on Nathan’s shirt. “Man these niggas don’t tell me shit!” He got up and walked away mad that he was being ignored.
“Watch your mouth.” Tonikia walked into the living room. She put her arm around K.K. “Who was yall fighting?”
“Fresh that bitch ass nigga.” Nathan spoke from the couch where he was seated.
“Hi Nathan.” Jameka’s voice was flirtatious and annoying. Nathan didn’t want anything to do with his sister’s fat friend.
“Jameka.” Nathan smiled at her being nice.
“Don’t nobody want none of that fat ass pussy.” K.K. shook his head. Tonikia squeezed his ear and twisted it around in her hand.
“Shut up.” She held his ear until he was sitting down on the couch next to Nathan.
“Tonikia I’m sorry.” K.K. used his most polite voice. His sister let him go. He looked at Jameka and snickered at her.
“Open the door.” Cocoa knocked on the door before trying the window. “Nikki” She knocked some more.
“It’s open.” Tonikia opened the door for her.
“Girl let me tell you about your wild ass family.” She came through the front door reporting and telling everything that her eyes witnessed. She looked at Naji. “You’re crazy.” She looked at him while excitement and lust dangled around her eyes.
“They lucky I wasn’t there.” K.K. stood up walking around the living room. He put his sneakers on.
“K.K. sit down. All three girls said together.
“Nikki you got something to smoke?” Gotta looked at Tonikia.
“Not enough for all of yall.” She waved her hand around the room.
“Fuck them.” Gotta’s eyes opened wider as he looked at her two friends.
“No good ass nigga.” Cocoa shook her head. “I got my own weed for your information.” She pulled out a nickel bag of weed.
“Broke ass bitches.” K.K. shook his head.
“Nikki do you hear K.K. cursing?”
“No I’m not Cocoa stop lying.” He frowned at her.
Nathan reached into his pocket and pulled out two twenty dollar bills.
“Give me twenty dollars so we can get some more weed.” Nathan looked at Gotta.
“Nigga I don’t got no money.” Gotta admitted.
“I got you.” Naji handed his brother four twenty dollar bills.
“I got about ten dollars.” K.K. reached into his pocket and pulled out his money. Cocoa’s eyes lit up with surprise. Naji took his money and put it in with the rest of the money. Nathan frowned at him, took the money out, and gave it back to K.K.
“I’m trying to smoke too.” K.K. looked as if his tiny body could actually hold in some weed smoke. Everybody looked at each other and laughed.
Twenty minutes later they were all sitting around the house drinking Bacardi and smoking weed. K.K. sat beside Naji looking at his brother inhale the weed smoke.
“Yo blow some of that shit on me.” K.K. said every time his sister walked out of the kitchen and over to the stereo system to play music. Naji blew the smoke in his face. K.K. opened his mouth wide as it could go then flexed his lips while he sucked in some smoke fumes.
“Stop giving that little boy weed.” Jameka slapped on Naji’s arm. “Nikki, Naji in here giving K.K. weed!” K.K. walked away from his brother.
“Fucking player hater.” K.K. looked at Jameka.
Five minutes later Naji held up a shot of Bacardi and waited for K.K. to come and get it. The little boy grabbed the shot glass and guzzled down the liquor. He walked away from Naji before his sister came in and caught him. Nathan laughed.
“This nigga is going to be fucked up in the morning.” Gotta laughed at his baby cousin.
“Give me another one.” K.K. was showing off.
“Here.” Naji handed him another shot.
“Naji!” Nikki walked into the kitchen catching him in the act. “K.K. go upstairs!” He looked at his sister and felt betrayed. In his mind she wasn’t looking out for him. According to him she was playing him because he was little. He walked up the stairs slamming his feet into the stairs as he walked.
Nikki looked at Naji. She wanted to slap him.
“I wish you would tell me to go upstairs.” He inhaled more weed smoke and looked at his sister.
“What if K.K. get sick?’” She asked concern for her brother’s wellbeing.
“That nigga aint gonna get sick.” He smacked his lips, waved his arm dismissingly at her, and did his best to ignore her.
Chapter 3
Everyday I’m hustling
The next day Naji stood outside on the corner posted up by the corner store. He watched all the addicts standing around looking for a chance to trick somebody out of their money and turn around and use it for their own means of getting high.
Cars drove by and paused at the stop light. Crack heads approached complete strangers, ducking down and stooping low enough to see into their windows. It didn’t matter to them if they frightened the drivers who locked their doors and prayed for the light to change within the next second. The crack heads were on a mission. They had product to move so they could be rewarded with small pieces.
Tiny a dark skin man who stood at only four feet tall stood at the edge of the corner. His feet hung off the curb while his eyes bulged staring out at everything going on around him.
“How much more do we got to sell for we meet the quota?” Tiny asked Naji.
“I need like three more hundred dollars.” Naji looked up and down the street.
“I’m about to get that.” He rubbed his hands across his arms then touched his elbows. “Can I get a motivator?” He looked at Naji with a straight face. “You know how I get when I’m motivated.” His eyes lit up in awe.
“You should still be motivated.” Naji looked at the man with demeaning eyes.
“Come on Naji.” Tiny begged. Naji smirked then gave him a twenty dollar rock.
“That’s for the next ten licks.” Naji walked into the corner store and brought two hot pockets, a can of soda, and a bag of chips.
“I won’t let you down!” Tiny began dancing and holding his lips inside his mouth. “By your side, that boy Jadakiss bad!” He walked off to find a dark and dingy place to take his drugs to the face.
Naji came out the store and stood in front of the building. He chewed the scorching hot pizza pocket, moved his jaws, and tongue fast as he could to prevent from burning the roof of his mouth. He ate the hot pocket, opened the chips, held them against his open mouth, and dumped them down his throat. He drank his can of soda. He looked around to see Tiny running over to him.
“Jackpot baby!” Tiny was excited, hyper, and dancing around. He sung parts of different rap songs. “There’s a white boy on the corner and I’m gonna get his money.”
“Do you know him?” Naji looked at Tiny understanding that crack had a way of taking over a person’s will to reason. An unfamiliar person could pull up at the light, tuck his badge under his shirt, look suspect, and a crack head fiending would still sell to him.
“I went to school with him.” Tiny lied with a straight face.
“Tiny.”
“I don’t know him, but everyday it’s a struggle, a new drug to hustle, and nobody move a muscle.” Tiny danced around to a beat that played inside his head.
“What does he want?”
“Fifty dollar half a man, niggas got they fingers in their ass again.” He shook his head side to side. Naji handed him the drugs and walked off.
Ten minutes later Tiny came walking up to where Naji stood.
“Where were you?” Naji asked with an attitude. He sold the remainder of his package while he waited for his trusted runner to return.
“That nigga aint no police, he wanted some girls, gave me some money to get him some, and I saw him take a few hits.” He pulled out the money, peeled a few twenty dollar bills off the money, and pocketed them. “You got to get yours and I got to get mine.” Tiny handed the rest of the money to Naji.
“I’m about to slide off for a minute, I will be back, and don’t get busted out here doing stupid shit.” Naji looked at him before walking away.
Back at the house Gotta sat on the porch drinking a twenty two ounce of beer. It was his fourth one. He looked over across the street staring at the constant flow of life intermingling with itsself. He watched people leave for work, saw women creep out to their cars, after a night of getting stressed pushed deeper into them until it no longer mattered.
Gotta ran his hand over his hair. He looked at a girl across the street. She was a young girl and he could tell because she still used petroleum jelly in her hair. It shone brightly. He looked her body up and down then smiled at her. She looked back at the house, then over at him, and gave him a sly smile.
“Come here.” He squint his eyes like it hurt him to ask. She didn’t responds verbally just shook her head no. He put his hands up in the air. “What’s good?” He sipped more of his beer. She smiled, but shook her head no. “Let me see that ass.” He stood up on his porch. She turned around, pulled her jacket over her hips revealing a fat, round, and soft looking butt that looked like it could jiggle with ease. One second later she turned around, pulled her jacket down, and waited for her ride. Shortly after that she waved bye to Gotta and climbed into the back of a minivan.
“Yo Gotta what’s up G?” K.K. walked up to his cousin. He stuck his hand out and smacked his palm against Gotta’s.
“What are you doing out here?”
“I’m getting ready to go to school nigga.” K.K. looked at him.
“How are you getting there?”
“The bus.” He looked at Gotta. “Nigga you drunk?”
“A little something.” He laughed then smiled at him. “Who in the house?”
“Nobody everybody is gone.” K.K. shook a kid his own age hand. “What’s up man you told your sister I’m trying to hit that?” Gotta laughed overhearing his little cousin’s conversation.
“That little nigga is sick with it.” Gotta said out loud to himself. He walked a few steps, backed up, and sat back down. He sold a few more pieces, folded his money, and put it into his pocket. He went inside the house to get something to eat and rest.
He looked inside the refrigerator, but found nothing to his liking. He walked into the living room, sat down, fired up a blunt, and blasted the stereo.
He nodded his head around wildly lost in the music. He threw his fist in the air and sung out loud when his favorite part of the song came on. He was acting a fool. Jameka tapped him on the shoulder caused him to jump startled.
“Can you turn that down?” She asked looking at him hoping that he understood her request. He looked at her and stared at her huge breast. He looked down at her stomach, then her legs, up at her face, and didn’t find a reason for his thoughts, but still they were there.
“Yo Jemeka let me hit that.” He used the remote control to turn the stereo down.
“Boy.” She smacked her lips and waved a dismissing hand at him.
“Word I’ve been liked you, but I didn’t think you would fuck with me like that.” He lied casually while doing his best not to give himself away. He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. She looked at his body, took a glance that lasted a little too long, and tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist.
A few words later Gotta was kissing her in the mouth. He moved his head around like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Gotta ended up in his bed, naked, sweating away his drunkenness, and fucking Jameka’s wide ass.
Gotta was known to pull some grimy shit in the process of getting some pussy. He didn’t mind, didn’t feel shame, blamed it on his dick, and charged it to the game. One thing that he didn’t count on was Jameka being able to work her body the way she did. She squeezed her muscles, tightened them around him, and dropped it low better than Beyonce.
Chapter 4
Nathan rode around in his car leaning to the side and gripping his steering wheel. He moved through the street bobbing his head to the music. He owned a sixty four chevy Impala. It was deep red, had chrome rims, and leather interior that matched the outside of the car. He blew his horn to a few people.
“Nathan!” A female voice screamed. He pulled over to the curb. A woman wearing a tight pair of blue jeans walked over to his car. He noticed who she was and the scraggily looking white woman who lagged behind her. He sucked his teeth and pulled off. He rode away regretting that he had ever fucked that girl. He shook his head and thought about making better choices when it came to sex partners. He had shit going on for himself. He was on his way to college, had a good job working with recovering crack addicts, and it didn’t help that he sold crack to them secretly when they started back smoking, but it was only something for him to do until he went away to college.
He rode through the street. He nodded his head to the music and pulled over once he saw his brother. Naji walked slowly to the car taking his time. He moved like time would understand that he was busy and sit still.
“What’s up?” Naji asked getting into the car.
“No school today?”
“Fuck school.” Naji responded flatly. He leaned back in the passenger’s seat. He turned the music up loud as it would go. “This is my shit.” He nodded his head while his brother drove toward the house.
When the brothers walked into the house Gotta was on the couch sleeping hard. His mouth hung wide open, his right hand was tucked deep into the front of his pants, and he had on one shoe while the other lay sideways on an inn table.
“Get the hot sauce. “ Nathan covered his mouth attempting to muffle his laugh. He snickered and calmed down. Naji came out the kitchen carrying a small bottle of hot sauce. “Give it here.” Nathan laughed as he took the bottle from his brother. He walked over to the couch and stood over his cousin. Naji stood in the background smiling. He was happy that someone was finally getting Gotta back for all the jokes he played on people.
Nathan tipped the bottle over. A few drops fell into Gotta’s mouth, but he didn’t move. Nathan did he hurried away from him. Naji walked back into the kitchen laughing.
One second later Nathan was back in front of his cousin dripping more heat into his mouth. He poured a larger drop into his mouth hoping to get the desired result. Gotta blinked violently, sucked his tongue, sat up, and looked around. His two cousins had fled the room. Naji was in the kitchen laughing. Nathan hid in his sister’s bedroom laughing.
“Yall niggas want to sauce me?” Gotta stood up and wiped his mouth. He looked down at his shirt and got mad. “Alright Naji I got you.” He sucked on his tongue some more. He laughed. “I’m fucking you up Naji.” He walked over to the kitchen. Naji was at the sink pretending to wash a plate. “I’m fucking you up remember that.” Gotta laughed while looking at his cousin.
“It wasn’t me.” Naji burst out laughing in his face. Nathan walked into the kitchen looking normal.
“What yall up to?”
“It was you.” Gotta pointed at Nathan.
“What I do?” Nathan maintained a straight face. Seconds away from giving himself away he looked away. “Where Nikki at?”
“Probably with that faggot ass nigga Robert.” Naji said in disgust.
“Nigga is there anybody who you like?” Gotta asked.
“Niggas like me, real mutha fuckas.” He nodded his head up and down.
“Robert is alright.” Nathan spoke up on his behalf. He didn’t have a problem with him. He was a dude who had a girl, but Nikk was grown and older than him. She could do whatever she wanted to he reasoned. She made up her mind to give that nigga some pussy, he didn’t rape her, and he was looking out for Nathan. He gave him drugs at a cheap price which he broke down and sold to Naji and Gotta.
Naji loved money. He was always searching for a come up. Gotta on the other hand all he wanted to do was get high, chill with his females, and dress his ass off. The ladies did love him though.
“You got some work?” Naji looked at Nathan.
“A few ounces.”
“Let me get one.” He pulled out his money and counted it out, took a few bills out of it, and gave it to his brother.
Nathan didn’t count it. He slipped it in his pocket and walked away. He came back in the house twenty minutes later he handed Naji an ounce and a half.
“You owe me the rest.” He walked over to the refrigerator. “Nikki got to go and get some food.” He shut the door disappointed.
Chapter 5
Nikki washed away her tryst with Robert. She didn’t love him, but she did care if he was alright or not. He was nice, sweet, and kind. He lied a lot, but made up for it by buying her things. He even gave her brother Nathan drugs to sell. He used them to help take care of his other brothers. Gotta was her cousin, but she considered him her brother.
“Umm what’s up baby girl?” Robert snuggled up close to her sniffing at her neck. He pulled her close to him and held her. She felt the stiffness of his penis pressing into her rear end.
“Stop.” She playfully bumped her booty backward into his manhood.
“Yes do it to me baby.” He moaned in her ear. His cell phone rung. He pulled away from her and got out the bed. He pulled his phone out of his pants. “Damn baby I might have to go.” He never looked away from his cell phone.
“I understand.” She said not really caring about his situation at home. Her priority was the situation that he had with her. She didn’t want him like that, but she still didn’t want to be second or third or anything other the one that drove him crazy.
Robert pulled up in front of her house. He leaned his yellow face close to hers. He batted his bushy eye brows and ran his hand over his top lip. He smiled then cupped her butt as she stepped out the car. He waited for her to get to the house and called her soon as she got inside.
“Hello.”
“Are you alright?” He asked smiling at himself thinking that he had all the game in the world.
“I’m fine.” She laughed out loud.
“Just checking.” He sighed deeply. “I miss you already.”
“That is so sweet and I miss you too.”
“Bye call me, make sure you do, and I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t.” Nikki rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to call you.” She held onto the phone hoping that was enough to get him to hang up.
“Bye baby.”
“Bye Robert.” Nikki hung up the phone.
Chapter 6
Two days later Naji was in his bedroom aiming a camera at his bed. He backed up and moved forward zooming in on a girl. He was filming a girl who the boy’s around the neighborhood nicknamed Mary go round. They named her that in regards to her sexual looseness. Everybody slept with her especially Naji, he did it more than everyone else, he liked doing it, and didn’t bother wearing a condom when he did it. He just fucked that girl, shot his load in her, and kept right on doing it. Come to think of it Naji didn’t fuck anybody with a condom.
“That’s right open that booty up.” He moved around his bed repositioning himself. The girl lay across the bed flat on her stomach. Her hands gripped her ass cheeks. She pulled both her thick cheeks apart. “Yeah baby bust that open.” He aimed at the center of her ass. She reached further inside her ass cheeks to the point that her fingers almost entered her asshole. Naji smiled loving her ability to submit to the owner of a fat dick.
“Like that?” She asked letting her butt go and placing her hands under her chin. She began bouncing her cheeks up and down then moved them individually.
“Um hmm.” He zoomed the camera in and smiled lustfully. “Turn around.” She rolled over, opened her legs, until the color pink became visible. Her clit looked like a deformed finger. Naji aimed at her titties, then her vagina, and finally at her entire body. He took his time and admired her body.
“What are you going to do with that film?
”Tammy chill I got this.”
“I just want to know what you’re going to do with it. You’re not going to show anybody are you?”
“Why would I want to show these niggas around here what we do?” He lied, but not really. He wasn’t going to show anyone other than Nathan, Gotta, and K.K.
“Don’t play with me.” She looked at him. Out of all the people she slept with she liked Naji the most.
“Turn over I want to get some of that booty dust on me.” He walked over to his dresser and picked up a jar of petroleum jelly.
“Do me straight up first.” She held her legs open.
“Show me what I like to see.” Naji walked closer to the bed. She opened her legs wider, ran her hand over her pubic hairs, smoothed them out, and got them out of the way. She looked up at him making sure his eyes were locked on her pussy lips. Once she had his attention. She squeezed and snapped her pussy hole closed. He looked at it. Lust curved the corner of his lip and stiffened his penis into a chunk of meat. She smiled liking being able to control another person. She squeezed it, then let it go, and tightened it up.
Naji pulled his pants down and stumbled into the bed. He climbed on top of her as she opened up to receive him. When he got in place she locked her legs around the back of his knees, he moved, then she moved, and they kept moving until they finished fucking.
Chapter 7
Later that night at the house people were crowded around dancing. Naji sat on the couch looking cool. His fitted cap hung slightly off his head. His eyes were bloodshot red from pulling on a series of blunts. His drink sat across from him on the table. He counted his money out of habit. He tucked it in his pocket and looked up. He saw women most his sister’s friends dancing around. A few were girls who heard music, smelled free food, and liquor.
Naji stood up and walked around the house. He brushed pass people looking at each one in the face. He walked through the house looking for someone to take upstairs into his bedroom and share his high with them.
Gotta danced around the living room. Smoke rose up from his mouth and nostrils. He leaned his body over the girl who danced in front of him. Two more girls lingered around and looked cute while sipping their drinks. They were really sitting around waiting for Gotta to finish dancing with the girl he was dancing with so they could be next. He reached over and grabbed the girl standing next to the one who he was dancing with.
Jameka sat around looking at Gotta trying to keep her eye on him without letting anyone else know what was going on with them.
Nathan was in the kitchen mixing drinks, drinking a shot every few minutes, and flirting with every girl who held onto a glass waiting for a drink.
“This one right here.” He pointed at the plastic cup as he poured liquor into it. “This is the glass that’s going to bring us together.” He winked at the girl. She smiled back. “You don’t believe me?” He asked spilling a tiny drop of orange juice into the cup then a massive dose of alcohol. He smiled at her.
Stephanie stood side by side with Cocoa looking cute. Her clothes fit her perfectly to the point her breasts threatened to burst out of her shirt. Her hips pressed against her jeans like swollen ligaments. Her hair was hanging low and touching her shoulders.
Cocoa was looking good too. Her high yellow face was flustered with drunkenness. She secretly eyed Naji taking small glances at him. He was counting his money, putting it back in his pocket, and every so often walking out the front door. He would return counting more money or the same stack of money that seemed to be increasing.
The music was loud, the yelling was out of fun, the mood was mellow, and the noise woke K.K. up. He was curled up in his mother’s bed. He got out of the bed and turned the knob, but it didn’t open. He unlocked the lock the door and tried to open it again, but it didn’t budge. The door was broken and could only be open from the outside.
He beat his little fist into the door. He kicked on the door and yelled out loud as he could. He walked over to the window, opened it, and yelled down to the people.
“Yo!” He paused and waited for someone to look up. A boy standing next to a girl holding onto a plastic cup looked up at him. “Dude tell somebody to come and let me out of this fucking room!” K.K. yelled at the boy.
“Oh shit that little kid is loose.” The boy aimed his cup high in the air as if to salute K.K.
“Dude do you hear me?” He looked at him again. “Tell them to come and let me out of this fucking room!” K.K. yelled again. The same boy looked up drunkenly.
“He is cute.” Her words were slurred.
“Bitch this is cute too.” He stood up in the window and mooned the girl. “You stupid bitch!” He yelled at the girl who just laughed at him. K.K. walked back over to the door and banged on it.
Two hours went by and K.K. was still in the bedroom beating on the door. People had went upstairs to use the bathroom, walked pass the room he was in, and ignored or didn’t hear the knocks that came from the other side of the door.
Outside in the hallway Gotta moved sneakily.
“Grab that dick.” Gotta kissed on Jameka. He looked around quickly and stared down the hallway making sure no one was peeping around any corners and busting him with Jameka’s big ass. He looked around while moving her along the hallway. She kissed his lips, stuffed her hands down the front of his pants, felt around, caught hold of his penis, and played with it. His eyes searched around still looking for people. He moved forward pushing her into his bedroom. He closed and locked the door. “Get your big ass in that bed.” He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He came out of his pants quickly and climbed in his bed.
“Gotta take it easy.” Jameka giggled.
“What the fuck.” K.K. said listening against the door. “I know that aint Jameka.” He said to himself. He pressed his ear close to the wall.
Gotta lay in bed flat on his back. Jameka got on top of him and rested on her knees. The palm of her hands rested beside his head. Her huge titties lay across his bare chest. He loved every minute of it. The heaviness of her breast felt good on him. He wrapped his arms around her body as much as he could and grabbed her big ole ass.
“Put it in for me.” Gotta lay positioned to enter her. She grabbed his dick and wiggled it around at the edge of her opening. She kept moving until it was inside of her. “That’s it baby.” He held onto her while she rocked her body around. He moved his head around until he was able to fit his mouth around one of her huge titties. He sucked on it, gently bit her nipple, slid his fingers alongside her big and chunky legs. He loved the way her meatiness filled up his hand. He kept squeezing the bottom of her ass cheeks.
“Gotta you’re nasty!” K.K tapped on the wall. His words were pointless and didn’t mean nothing to Gotta. He was too far gone in his lust and that was why K.K. heard the bed rocking. He couldn’t take no more. He had to tell somebody that Gotta was upstairs fucking Jameka’s fat ass. He opened the window, stood on the ledge, and jumped.
He hit the ground, rolled, stood up, and fell back down when he tried to take a step.
“Shit.” K.K. stood up and limped toward his front door. He had sprung his ankle, but didn’t know it. He walked the best that he could until he was knocking on the door. No one answered that door either. He beat on it and kept hitting it until Nikki opened the door.
“K.K.” She was mad and concerned at the same time she didn’t want anything to happen to him. She didn’t know where he had just come from. “Where have you been?”
“I was locked in mommy’s room. I knocked on the door, but nobody came and let me out. I had to jump out of the window.” He limped pass his sister and into the house. He walked like a hurt puppy. She felt sad for her baby brother.
When K.K. got in the living room the party was over and everybody was gone.
Chapter 8
The next day Naji stooped down toward the ground and aimed his hand at the ground. He shook the dice around inside his hand. He looked at the dudes who he was gambling with. He pointed at them.
“I’m about to put yall out of business.” Naji threw the dice. He rolled a five. “Beat that!” He yelled excitedly.
“That aint no head crack point it can be beat.” Freddy Moe scooped up the dice.
“Beat it then, quit talking, and beat it.” Naji looked around and back at him. “You’re a super hero, ace man.” He got louder and more offensive. “You fuck everything up. That’s what your baby mother saying about you.” He intended to break his connection with the dice.
“Fuck you nigga!” Freddy Moe spun the dice around and waited for them to land on a point.
“Bet another fifty dollars nigga. I’m sick of all of this little money shit.” Naji antagonized his opponent.
“Bet it!” Freddy Moe tossed another fifty dollar bill on the ground. He rolled the dice again. The numbers one, two, and three flashed over the dice.
“Nigga.” Naji grabbed the money quickly and pocketed it. “You suck dude, give it up.” Naji picked the dice up and rolled them. “Cee-lo!” Naji sprang up and walked over to Freddy Moe with his hand out.
“Nigga I didn’t see that. I can’t pay for a point that I didn’t see.” He meant everything that he said. Heat waves flooded through Naji’s nervous system. His anger came in urgent tugs against his resolve. He felt disrespected, on the verge of being a punk, and that was far from who he was.
His hand glided through mid-air and smacked into Freddy Moe’s jaw. Freddy Moe rushed forward and reached out for Naji. Once they embraced they tussled around until they fell against the side of a building.
Dust rose from the ground pulled upward by the bottom of feet stomping into the ground. Their upper bodies locked around each while they twisted, turned, and threw punches; while waiting for the strongest one to overpower the weaker one. In this case both of them were evenly matched. Their fight consisted of Naji punching Freddy Moe in the side of the face, then grabbing him to prevent him from hitting him back. Freddy Moe had the same idea in mind. His punches crashed into Naji’s stomach.
The two boys fell into a wooden fence, crashed through it, and landed on the ground. Naji stood up and felt the force of Freddy Moe’s head and shoulder crashing into his stomach. He grabbed Freddy Moe’s neck and gripped his wrist in his hand while holding a reverse head lock on Freddy Moe. Naji pulled backward and downward using his strength to stop Freddy Moe from slamming him to the ground.
Freddy Moe held his breath and used all of his might and pulled on Naji’s right leg and rushed forward. Naji held his neck while they fell to the ground and flipped Freddy Moe over, climbed on top of him, and swung down into his face. Freddy Moe wasn’t a punk and giving up wasn’t in his protocol. He swung back. His knuckle nicked Naji’s lip and caused blood to drip.
“Break these niggas up.” A voice called out. The man who owned the voice was a tall light skin man with a bushy beard. He pulled Naji one way while another person pulled Freddy Moe in the opposite direction.
“Fuck you nigga.” Naji walked around the man who stood in front of him. The man followed him blocking the passage between him and Freddy Moe. He stuck his hand out to grab Naji, but he snatched away.
“What’s up?” Freddy Moe rotated his arms around and hopped back and forth on each one of his feet. He looked like a skillful fighter judging by the stance he stood in.
“Fuck you.” Naji spit a glob of spit in his face.
“Let them niggas fight that’s some nasty shit.” One lady said from her front porch.
“Hell nah.” The second instigator spoke up. People gathered around the fight. Freddy Moe spit back at him. Majority of the spit missed him, but fragments of it landed on his neck. Naji kicked his foot at Freddy Moe, but the light skin man stopped him by pulling him backward. Naji and Freddy Moe walked down the street separated by the two men who broke the fight up.
“That’s our problem now black people don’t know how to act.” The man held onto Naji’s arm. “Can’t get along with our own people.”
“I know you know you getting your ass whooped when my brother get here.” Naji yanked away from the man.
“Fuck your brother.”
“What?” Naji frowned, pulled away until he was free, and ran over to Moe. The other man who stood between them, stood aside, and gave Freddy Moe a chance to defend himself. Naji swung the first blow and connected in his face. The fighting began all over again. The two boys held onto each other swinging each other around attempting to slam the other, but neither fell. Naji locked his leg around Freddy Moe’s leg, and struggled to get him in the air.
Gotta was sitting on the couch smoking a blunt and watching rap videos.
“Yo this is my shit!” He yelled while inhaling weed smoke. He stood up and danced around with the rapper on the television. “Ballin!!” He raised his arms high.
“Oooh!” K.K. yelled and walked into the living room. He stood in front of the t.v. ice grilling the tube.
“K.K. thinks he grown.” Cocoa looked at Nikki who looked at her little brother in disbelief.
“Stay fly!” He sung as he gave her the middle finger. He smiled at her and grabbed his penis through his pants.
“Aint nothing down there.” Cocoa looked at him like he was her own little brother who was annoying the hell out of her.
“Look.” He pulled out his penis and shook it around. Shock filled her face. She looked around at Gotta to see if he noticed it. If he did he didn’t act like it.
“Nikki did you see your nasty ass little brother?” She looked at her friend and waited for something to happen.