Shh…
Beware of the Snitch killer
BY DADDY RICH
Published By Gangsta-Lit Publications
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Published by Daddy Rich - Gangsta-Lit Publications
Shh….. © 2011 by Daddy Rich.
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to Zar Dyson. Hold ya’ head up and keep fightin’ nigga. You a gangsta and don’t ever forget it. Love ya cuz.
(For those of you who don’t know, the police tried to kill him. They shot him multiple times, several shots in the back and instead of airliftin’ him to the nearest trauma hospital according to procedure, they drove him in hopes that he died. But guess what coppers, he made it and justice will run it’s course.)
Acknowledgments
All praise is due to Allah! A big thanks goes out to my wife Taneisa. Thanks for your continuing love and support. I know you’ve made many sacrifices to ride this prison sentence out wit’ me. It’s been 6 long years. Insha Allah (GOD willing) I’ll be home soon.
To Blackstone and Tre, I miss ya’ll niggaz. Ya’ll were the first people to come back Geeked! Talkin’ ‘bout how good my shit is, tellin’ me I’m a real author. I’ll never forget the support ya’ll showed me. I’m around a bunch of snakes and haters right now, and it makes the support ya’ll gave me more real. I love ya’ll niggaz, real talk.
I want to send a big thanks to Ruben Peirson (Throwback) and Louis Rayford for puttin’ the soundtrack together. Thanks to my nigga Freddie Gibbs for slidin’ me a couple tracks and congrats on your deal wit’ CTE. Much love.
Cheryl, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for Gangsta-Lit and www.urbanimagemagazine.com You have been more than a writer for my magazine. My wife and I view you as family. Thanks. I also want to thank the rest of my staff at Urban Image: Jeff, Emiaj, and Christopher Brown. Thanks for all you do to make the magazine a success. Last but not least, I wanna thank my family. My mom, my dad, my baby sis (Nikki) and my grandma. I love ya’ll and I miss ya’ll so much. To my kids; I don’t care what nobody tells ya’ll. Daddy loves each and every one of you. That’s why I fought so hard at trial, and that’s why I sit down and write 12 hours a day, so I can support you guys. You’ll see, I got big plans. Kia, Oshiana, D’zhae, Stacia, Lil’ Richarh, Que’sean, Que’Aundre and Ashya, I love you and I’m tryin’ to come home.
Oh shoot, I almost forgot. Thanks to my Aunt Nae and Helen for the support ya’ll showed me when I dropped Mack’s Revenge. I love ya’ll. Helen, I know you gonna like this one too. It’s the shit, I promise. And most importantly, I wanna thank YOU—the ones reading this. The ones who bought my book. Thanks. Hit me up on twitter @Gangstalit and on Facebook, Facebook.com/Gangsta-Lit and visit my website at www.gangsta-lit.com. I’m really trying to connect wit my fans. I will hit you back! Sorry if I forgot anybody.
Prologue
Gary Tribune, Monday September 20th 2010…..
Convicted drug dealer and confirmed gang member Ryan “R-Dubb” Williams, 33 of Gary, will be released from the Indiana State Penitentiary in Michigan City this morning. Three months ago, the Indiana Court of Appeals overturned his 2004 conviction for selling an eighth of a kilo to confidential informant #976 Norman De’Wayne Sanders, also known as “Big D”. The court cited ineffective assistance of counsel stating Williams’ constitutional rights were violated due to the sub-standard performance of his defense counsel. They ordered the Lake County Circuit Court to conduct a new trial.
However, before a trial could be held, the confidential informant’s 13 year old niece found him murdered inside his sister’s home. His throat had been cut from ear to ear. The killer “dropped a dime” on his chest and the phrase “Speak No Evil” was written on the wall in his own blood. Because of the informant’s inability to testify at trial, all charges against Williams were dropped. Neither the Prosecutor’s Office, nor Judge Wakenhut could be reached for comment.
CHAPTER 1
A few days later…..
“Do you love me?” Nicole asked as she laid on Ryan’s chest after a hot and steamy sex session.
“You know I do baby,” Ryan responded, kissing her on her forehead, rubbing his fingers through her hair.
“I waited on you for five long years, layin’ alone at night playin’ wit’ my pussy, sleeping wit’ a pillow in between my legs, feinin’ for you to come home. I’ll never let anyone take you from me again, you hear me?” she responded, looking deep into his eyes.
“You ain’t gotta worry about nothin’ Mommi, I promise.”
“I know it. I’m gonna do my part. Whatever it takes to see you on top, that’s what we gonna do. Look at me,” she said, gently touching his chin, guiding his eyes to meet hers. “Don’t forget, I’m that bitch. I held you down while all them ho’s you thought were your girlfriends was runnin’ round here gettin’ pregnant. I worked doubles, saved my money and gave you my tax checks to pay them lawyers to get you home. I snuck you packages to the guards and up in that visiting room to make sure you had plenty to eat and whatever else you wanted. I bought cell phones and paid $700 a month phone bills for five years nigga . . . “
“So you throwin’ it all in my face now?” Dubb butted in.
“Shhh, just listen to what I’m trying to tell you baby,” she said, placing her nicely manicured fingers to his lips to quiet him. “I’m not throwing it in your face. I did it all because I love you and I wanted to. I wanted you to come home with me. I just want you to remember who held you down when all these skanks start throwin’ pussy in your face. You got all the pussy you need right here,” Nicole said as she took his hand and placed it between her legs. “I need you to go down there and show Mommi how much you appreciate her,” she said, guiding her man’s head down between her thighs. Hungry for her sweet, sticky juices, Ryan didn’t hesitate to part her pussy lips wit his index and middle fingers, licking her moist slit up and down wit‘ long strokes of his tongue. Nikki opened her legs wide, sittin’ up on the bed and holdin’ Dubb’s face in her hands. She grinded her kat in a slow sensual rhythm as he gripped her by her ass and ate her out. He licked and sucked, takin’ the time to massage her swollen clit in between his lips.
“Eeew shit! Eat that pussy baby,” Nikki coached him as she sat up on her elbows watchin’ Dubb eat her out. She threw her legs out to the side and laid back making love to his face, moaning and crying out in pleasure as her sweet smelling nectar oozed out of her pink sugar hole drippin’ on Ryan’s chin while he continued to give her his mouth.
“Oh shit Dubb, oh baby, I’m gonna cum, oh I’m gonna cum, open your mouth baby, oh shit, oh shit, Mommi gonna cum in your mouth! Oh shit, shit, I’m cummminnnn!! Ooooooh shit!,” she screamed, clawing the back of his head as she came in hard, intense spasms. She pulled his face from in between her pussy lips to her mouth, kissing him wit’ sheer passion, enjoyin’ the taste of her own sweet pussy on his lips. Then she looked deep into his eyes…….
“On my Mamma, if you ever, in yo’ muh fuckin’ life, give my mouth, my dick, or any of your time to any of these stank ass bitches, I will kill you! I paid for you nigga. I bought you for $90,000. That’s lawyer fees, commissary, phone bills, shoes, gas, and maintenance on my car drivin’ up and down the highway every other week to see you. You mines nigga, and I got papers on yo’ ass since we married now. That’s my name on yo’ neck.”
“And that’s my name on yours,” Ryan responded, lovin’ Nikki’s aggressiveness. It has always turned him on.
“You damn right that’s your name on my neck, and I wear it wit’ pride too. You ain’t never got to worry about me baby. I’m different from these other bitches. Hell yeah I’m claimin’ you, but I ain’t got no problem holdin’ you down, satisfying all yo’ needs. A real bitch can claim her nigga when she’s handlin’ her muh fuckin’ biz’ness. So play if you want. You cheat on me—I’ll kill you,” she said, squeezing R-Dubb’s dick lookin’ him dead in the eyes.
This bitch crazy. Dubb thought to himself.
CHAPTER 2
Task foce headquarters…….
“How’s it goin’ Charles?” the sergeant asked as he approached the evidence cage.
“It’s goin’ good. What can I do for you sarge?” Charles asked.
“I need evidence, tag number 1139A09,” the sarge responded.
”Hang on a second,” Charles said as he went to retrieve the latest evidence resulting from a drug bust--12 kilos of cocaine seized from a dope dealer transporting cocaine from East Chicago to Gary…….
“Here you go,” Charles said sliding the sergeant the evidence bag without having him sign for it.
“Thanks,” he said winkin’ at Charles as he took the evidence bag from the window, inconspicuously givin’ Charles 10 crisp hundred dollar bills in a handshake. “Congratulations on your retirement. I heard you get to call it quits early.”
“Yeah, I’m outta here. I’m movin’ out to Colorado. Im’a live up in the mountains,” Charles responded.
“Good luck,” the sarge said as he turned and walked away.
“4 or 5 hours sarge….tops!” Charles yelled after him as he left.
“Yep,” the sarge responded, waving his hand. He kept walkin’ towards the rear exit in the basement of the task force’s headquarters located on the south side of Chicago. It’s located between a chop shop and a carry-out fish restaurant.
Sarge is a member of a highly undercover joint task force. His jurisdiction covers Chicago, East Chicago, Gary, and Hammond. The regular police don’t even know who the members are, but fuck tha police! Sarge is a cop--Detective Sergeant to be exact--but he couldn’t give a fuck about the police or bein’ a cop. He was groomed from his childhood on up to infiltrate the police force so he could feed information and dope to his family. His loyalty is to the streets, his uncle, and his brother.
Sarge reached in his pockets for his keys and hit the locks on his black on black 2008 BMW i750 sittin’ on 22 inch black and chrome Lexani rims. This is his undercover vehicle until he decides he wants something else.
Sarge hopped in and got on the highway headed to his lil’ traphouse in G.I. to cut the dope he just took from the evidence room. He hit play on the disc player and started bangin’ “Money to Blow” by Birdman featuring Drake and Lil’ Wayne. He fired up a Swisha filled wit ‘dro as he relaxed in the cockpit of his ride, grippin’ the steerin’ wheel, admiring the woodgrain.
To the police? Sarge is a hardnosed cop wit’ a street edge that helps him sniff out dope dealers. In his heart though he’s a gangsta, a street nigga, a kick do’ artist who singles out Mark ass niggaz (informants who still think it’s cool to be a snitch and sell drugs) and dope dealers who don’t wanna pay their “taxes”.
He’s just ridin’ along the highway, gangsta shit vibratin’ through the 12 inch subwoofers in the trunk of the beemer as he tapped on the wheel, astounded by the sun glistenin’ off the 5 carats in his pinky ring. After 40-45 minutes and two Swisha’s, he approached the exit for G.I., takin' it and cruisin’ through the deadly streets stoppin’ in the driveway of his “trap house”.
He got out the ride and entered the house located in a nice, quiet, middle class neighborhood. The crib was seized from a mid-level dope dealer a few years ago. Sarge copped it at a police auction. He don’t never stay there. He just uses it for a spot to cut dope and stash shit.
The sarge went strait to work bustin’ 2 of the bricks down in large storage tubs, mixin' em’ wit’ creatine and bakin’ soda. He vacuum packed a kilo at a time wit’ one of those vacuum air compressor, sealer thangs you use to suck all the air out of meat so it won’t get freezer burnt. Sarge worked like a pro as he looked at his watch, knowin’ his brother’ll be at the do’ in 35-40 minutes. He took 12 ki’s from evidence and took two of em’ and turned em’ into 12 bricks of strait boo-boo. Garbage! A muh fucka’ll shoot up ya, grandmamma’s house for sellin’ em’ that shit! It’s just enough cocaine in there for it to test positive when it gets sent to the lab, and true enough, just as sarge got through packagin’ up the cocaine and cleanin’ up his mess, his brother was at the do’.
“What’s up bruh? I see you lookin good. You put on some weight nigga. What the fuck was they feedin’ you up in there?” Bryan asked sizing up his paternal twin as he let him inside.
“Aw shit, I was in there hittin’ that iron. Stayin’ in shape. That and reading. Ain’t shit else to do.”
“How Uncle Nook up in there doin’?” (Uncle Nook an old school El-Rukn. He doin’ a life bid for killin’ a cop from Chicago back in the 70’s. Word is, that he was hooked up wit’ some dirty cops out of Gary. They had some shit poppin’ off. They was stealin’ dope out the evidence room and givin’ it to Uncle Nook and ‘nem to sell. A lot of shit was comin’ up missin’ out the evidence rooms in G.I., East Chicago, and the Chi. The cop from Chi-Town was some good Samaritan ass nigga who was getting a lil’ too “nosey”. He brung his ass down from Chicago while he was off duty tryin’ to investigate on his own. Tryin’ to play some super-cop shit. Uncle Nook got the phone call and he went and handled that shit. Big Nookie held solid. He didn’t “rat” on the cops. They were all homeboys who grew up in the same projects who ended up with different “careers”. They did what they could do for Big Nookie. They saved him from the electric chair, but they couldn’t keep him out the penitentiary.)
“Shiiit, he doin’ good. He’s peaceful,” R-Dubb responded.
“That’s good, that’s good. So how’s Ms. Nikki Thompson doin’? I know she’s happy you got out,” Bryan asked.
“It’s Mrs. Williams now. That’s your sister-in-law bruh. We went to the courthouse and got married the same day I got out.”
“For real? Congratulations bruh! Why didn’t ya’ll wait and have a real weddin’?” Bryan asked, wishin’ he could’ve been there.
“Shit, for who? I wasn’t payin’ all that money for no ceremony for all my fake ass family and friends. Everybody cut out bruh. After that judge gave me 40 years, everybody left. All the ho’s, all the homies, everybody man. Momma gone. We couldn’t have nobody findin’ out we was brothers, so we couldn’t keep in touch like we wanted. The only person I had on the outs was Nichole,” R-Dubb explained to his brother while trying to conceal the deep hurt inside his heart from being abandoned. “So we just did our thang.”
“She’s a good girl Dubb. I’m happy for you. Welcome home baby boy, welcome home.”
“Thanks B,” R-Dubb said as him and his brother exchanged hugs.
“Everything’s in order,” Detective Sergeant Bryan Wilkins of the Metropolitan Joint Task Force said as he handed his twin brother the suitcase. “There’s 10 kilo’s in there. Do what you do. Just give me a hundred grand. Take your time and be careful. I got your back. You don’t have to worry about the task force. I can tell you all the task force’s moves, when they comin’, and if you’re bein’ watched. I can even tell you who the informants are, but you still have to be careful and watch out for that nigga James. Everything’s gonna work out now I’m on the task force.”
“You mean J.G.?” Dubb asked.
“Yep, James Griffin. The Captain got it approved last week. It’s all clear with the D.A.’s office. He got released this morning. They’re pissed. They think you ordered a hit on that C.I. on your case. Their main objective is to send you right back to prison. They think you had it all planned out to win a new trial then have the C.I. murdered.”
“Shit, I just got lucky bruh. I didn’t have nothing to do wit that shit,” Ryan said as him and his brother locked eyes, quietly agreein’ not to discuss it any further.
“However it went down, they’re dropping J.G.’s charges in exchange for him agreeing to set you up. So watch that nigga. He told us everything he knew about you from the time ya’ll niggaz was stealin’ candy from Handy Dandy’s all the way up to you traffickin’ cell phones in the joint,” Bryan said.
“It’s cool. I’ll spin the nigga. I’ll tell him I ain’t doin’ nothing,” Ryan said.
“Be careful bruh, I don’t want our shit getting busted up like Uncle Nook’s and nem’ shit back in the days when we was little. I can’t believe it, we doin’ this shit! I still remember when Uncle Nook sat us down and told us he needed me to be a cop, make it to Detective. I was jealous when he told us you was the one cut out for the streets. Now look at you. You a well known and respected Vice Lord out there getting money. I love you bruh. Be careful,” Bryan said.
“I love you too bruh. It’s good to be home, damn good to be home,” Ryan said as he turned and walked out the do’. He got to the passenger side of Nikki’s Aurora and got in. He threw the bag in the back, kissed his wife on the cheek, and she drove off.
“How’s ‘B’ doin?” Nikki asked.
“He doin’ good. He said congratulations and he’s happy for us. He’s mad he couldn’t be there though.”
“Aww, I wish he could’ve been there too. I love ya’ brother. He came through wit’ a few ends here and there. He even helped wit’ the lawyer a lil’ bit, but the rest of your people ain’t shit. I couldn’t get help from nobody,” she said as Dubb kept his true feelings to himself. He knows his brother had the money to pay his lawyer 10 times without even flinchin’. He could’ve been out.
“It’s all good baby, I’m home now,” he said pattin’ her knee.
“How much he give you?” Nikki asked as she continued to drive.
“We got 10 ki’s. I gotta slide bruh 100 G’s when I get done.”
“Hell yeah. We finna come up baby,” Nikki said, eyein’ the road. “I need one and I’ll have the money in a day or two. ‘Til death do us part nigga,” Nichole said, lookin’ over at her husband, flashin’ her beautiful smile.
“Til death do us part,” he responded, smiling right back at her lil’ sexy ass. Dubb and his wife swore on everything they love that they comin’ up together, just the two of em’. Dubb ain’t finna go fuckin’ wit’ none of his so-called homies or none of that shit. Wasn’t none of these niggaz around when he was down needin’ lawyer money. Why put ‘em on? Fuck that! I’m plugin’ wit real ass niggaz I was locked up wit Dubb thought to himself.
“This the shit! We got a license to hustle baby. Long as we don’t get stupid wit’ our shit we cool. Wit’ ya’ brother tippin’ us off, we can’t go wrong,” Nichole said. She was all excited-n-shit thinking of the come up her and her hubby ‘bout to make. Realizin’ her loyalty is about to pay off, she’s makin’ a long list of shit she wants, and it’s well deserved. She’s spent the last 5 years doin’ wit’out all the extras and nice shit like getting her hair and nails did, goin shoppin’, and buyin’ nice clothes. She pinched every penny she had to keep money on Dubb’s books, the phone, and pay sheisty ass lawyer after sheisty ass lawyer.
“Shit, now that you said something, don’t tell that bitch Ja’Mesha nothing. None of our bid’ness or nothing. Don’t fuck wit’ her. Don’t sell her shit. I hear she been tryin’ to hustle lately.”
“I don’t even fuck wit’ her like that, but why? What’s wrong?” Nichole asked as they got caught by a light.
“Bryan told me they cut her brother James loose in order to set me up. They dropping all his charges. That nigga is out,” Dubb responded with frustration.
“Hmmmph, faggot ass nigga. I swear these niggaz is weak. Ain’t that your homeboy from like, ele’mentry school-n-shit?”
“Yep” Dubb answered.
“Boy I swear, these niggaz out here got pussy in between they legs,” Nichole said as she made a left turn.
“Niggas get caught up and tell something first chance they get. The nigga come ‘round me askin’ ‘bout some dope I’m a burn em’ ,“ Dubb responded.
“That nigga was in too much bullshit, robbin’ and shootin’ people befo’ he got locked up. To many niggaz wanna merk his ass. Soon as they find out he on the bricks, somebody gonna get his ass watch.”
“These niggaz ain’t gonna do shit,” R-Dubb said as they pulled up to the crib.
“Bet some head. If that nigga make it on the streets a week, I’ll suck yo’ dick ‘til my jaw hurts. If he don’t, I want you to lick ice cream off my pussy, bet?” Nichole asked stickin’ out her hand.
“Bet,” Ryan said shakin’ her hand. Now let’s go up in here and bust some of this work down……
CHAPTER 3
Later that night……..
“Hell yeah, hell yeah baby, suck that dick, suck it,” James “J.G.” Griffin said as his baby mama Simone gave him some head while he laid back on the bed at the Merrillville Inn. He’s in heaven right now.
Just less than a week ago, he thought he’d never see daylight. When the detectives came to the Lake County Jail to see him, he just couldn’t refuse their offer. Walk free? All his bitch ass has to do is make a few nice sized purchases of cocaine from his homie Ryan “R-Dubb” Williams and he’s a free man. Better him than me. I’m ‘bout tired of Dubb’s ass anyway. Hoggin’ all the shine, all the bitches. Always gotta be number 1. Fuck it. He thought to himself tryin’ to justify the bullshit he finna do while he’s getting his dick sucked……..
“Oh shit, gotdamn girl! ‘Lemme get up in that pussy,” J.G. said as he got up, layin’ Simone down on her back, pullin’ her to the edge of the bed so he could stand up and hit that pussy. He cocked her legs up on his shoulders and stuck his dick in her juicy slit. He thought he’d never fuck his baby mama again. Aw shit, it feels good, he thought as he began humpin’ her in short quick strokes.
“Oh shit James, get this pussy baby, oooh, I need you to get this pussy,” Simone said layin’ on the bed spreadin’ her legs wide open while rubbin’ her clit in lil’ circles. Simone is a sexy, light-brown skinned bitch, wit’ natural blondish brown hair she wears in a long kinky afro-type style. She keeps a neat lil’ blondish brown bush on her pussy. She reminds you of “Unique”, ole girl from the 1st season of For the Love of Ray J except she got fuller lips.
“Hell yeah baby, aw hell yeah! Aw shit Simone, I’m gonna……..AAAAAAgh shit! Damn baby, I came!” James said in embarrassment as his lil’ dick went limp inside Simone’s hot, throbbin’ pussy.
“You punk!” Simone yelled at him as she punched him in the arm. “Is that it nigga? Hell, I was better off playin’ wit my pussy while I was suckin’ ya’ dick,” she said. She was mad as hell and got up to put her clothes on. “Nigga you ain’t shit! I’m hungry, give me some money so I can go get me some chicken,” she said, goin’ in his pants pockets. Wish his lil’ punk ass never got out, she thought to herself. He don’t hit this pussy like John John do.
“Cool, get me a pack of blunts and a pint of Hennessy,” he ordered from the bed like he done really put it down.
“I shouldn’t get yo’ weak ass shit. Maybe the Henny’ll make you fuck better,” she said. She snatched her keys and her purse and headed out the do’, slammin’ it behind her.
I guess I’ll hop in the shower and wash this bitch pussy up off me, James thought to himself as he headed to the bathroom. He couldn’t even look in the mirror when he walked past it. He can’t believe that he really finna do this ho ass shit. He was just disgusted wit’ himself as he cut the water on and got in the shower.
We cool and all, but I just-can’t-do it. 40 years over some dope? Naw not me. That nigga built for that shit. Not me though, I ain’t doin it. Fuck it. By the time everybody find out what I did I’ll be…….
“Who dat? ‘Mone, you back already…….What? You mus’ wanna get in here wit’ Daddy and get some mo’ of this dick,” he said, hearin’ someone enter the hotel room.
“Naw nigga. Cut the water off and get yo’ bitch ass up out the shower nigga.”
“Hold up now, just hold up,” James said, holdin’ his palm out in front of him tryin’ to buy some time. “H-how you get in here?” he asked, scared as fuck, ‘bout to piss on the floor.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it nigga. Get out!”
“A’ight, a’ight, chill. I’m comin’, damn.”
“James Griffin. Ain’t this a bitch? C.I. number 1147. You a ho ass nigga. Huhn, stick ya’ self wit’ that needle,” the Snitch Killer said, tossin’ James the syringe. “Don’t ask no muh fuckin’ questions. I’ll blow yo Got-damn brains all over the shower,” the killer said through gritted teeth. “Now inject yo’ self bitch!”
I don’t know what the fuck finna happen. I got a gun pointed at me. I ain’t got no choice, he thought as he injected himself. Immediately shit got blurry, and his legs wobbled…..then he blacked out……..
CHAPTER 4
Nichole and R-Dubb’s crib……
“Last night a Gary, Indiana man was murdered inside his hotel room at the Merrillville Inn, in Merrillville, Indiana. This is the second gruesome murder of this kind in 3 months. James Griffin, 31, was found on the bathroom floor by the mother of his child after she returned to the room with takeout food. His throat was cut from ear to ear, and the killer dropped a dime on his chest. Investigators further state the phrase “Speak No Evil” was written on the bathroom mirror in the victim’s blood. The authorities have a suspect, but they say there is not enough evidence to make an arrest at this time. We’ll report with updates as the story develops. This is Deborah Caldwell reporting live for WBN Channel 5.”
“Uh Oh, looks like somebody eatin’ pussy to-nite! What kind of ice cream you want me to bring home from work, strawberry or chocolate?” Nicole asked, laughin’ as she changed the channel. “Damn, nigga didn’t make it on the streets a day…….hold on nigga, where the fuck you go last night…….?”
CHAPTER 5
Later on that afternoon…….
“What it do nigga?”
“Who dis?” Chi-Murder responded.
“Dis R-Dubb. What up Vice Lord?”
“Nigga, you better quit playin’ wit’ me, you know I’m Folks. What’s up? G.D. nigga!”
Dubb be fuckin’ wit’ him. Chi-Murder Folks to the core. You’d think the nigga bled dark blue. It’s obvious the nigga from Chi-Town by his name. He a real ass nigga. Him and Dubb was in the same cell house for a while. Even though Dubb a Vice Lord, they clicked off the top.
“Ev’ry thang good wit you bruh?” Dubb asked.
“Shit, I’m just chillin’. I see ya appeal went through. That’s what’s up tho.”
“Hell yeah, “ Dubb responded.
“Ya’ girl come pick you up?” Murder asked.
“Yep”
“I bet she did nigga. I told you, Shawty gonna merk yo’ ass you fuck up nigga. She was ridin too-tuff! I did ‘leven years nigga, and I ain’t never seen nobody’s girl ride out like baby girl was ridin’ for you.”
“You ever hear of a shot-gun weddin’ nigga?”
“Her pops snap out on you?” Chi-Murder asked through a laugh.
“Hell naw, she did. She pulled a pistol on me and made me drive to the justice of the peace nigga.”
“Ya’ll wildin’ out. I’m tellin’ you nigga, a woman that loves you much as homegirl loves you will kill you. I’m happy for you. Just don’t fuck it up. It’ll be yo ass,” Murder said, still laughin’.
“Hell yeah, that’s fo’ real. But shit, on a another level, I know you getting’ money out there nigga.”
“Shit, what I tell you my nigga? I wasn’t up in there frontin’ like I wasn’t finna sell no dope no mo’. I told you soon as I hit the bricks, I was getting them bricks. I’m countin’ my lil’ cheese up right now tryin’ to get shit together. Shiiiiit,” Murder said wit a lil’ chuckle puttin’ his hundreds in neat lil’ stacks of 50.
“Fuck wit ya boy,” Dubb said ready to do bid’ness.
“Nigga, I need some weight. You got like fo’ of dem’ thangs? It’s hard out here, niggaz tryin’ to tax me like 23. The S.A. over in East-Chi hittin’ me for 85,” Murder said disgusted at the drought.
“Just slide me 75 nigga, aaand the shit’s all chunks, fish scales.”
“Strait up?” Murder asked raisin’ an eyebrow.
“Yep, I walked into a decent lil’ plug. Real talk. It’s all good,” Dubb responded. “These is reeeaal bricks, lil’ squares nigga.”
“Bet! Nigga I can be over there in the ‘G’ in like a couple hours nigga.”
“That’s what’s up. I’ll be at the Merrillville Inn. Bring a sack-a-that kill you say ya’ll be smokin’ on up in the Chi.” Dubb said.
“Fa’ sho’ folks. I’ll hit you up when I get there” Murder said fuckin’ wit Dubb on that set trippin’ shit.
“A’ight then Self, Almighty,” Dubb said as they started laughin’ and hung up.
Hell yeah. All I need for bruh is twenty five stacks. Let me dip on over to the telly and hop on the phone. See how much of this shit I can get rid of befo’ the wifey gets off work tonite, Dubb thought to himself. He was gettin’ his plans together as he called a cab to the telly. I’m finna hit up some of the niggaz I was locked up wit. See, the joint ain’t nuttin’ but a social network of criminals. You meet a whole bunch of niggaz who do the same type of crimes you do, and Dubb was locked up wit’ hundreds and hundreds of dope dealers makin’ all kinds of connections. When you’re confined to a small area, you able to observe people’s character. Dubb knew befo’ he got released who he’d fuck wit’ on the streets and who he’d stay far the fuck away from.
CHAPTER 6
Task force headquarters……
“Damnitt!” Captain Jacobs shouted as he banged his fist on the table. ”This is the second informant we’ve lost that was assigned to this Williams character. I know he’s behind this shit. How the fuck does this keep happening!”
“What did you expect captain? Sanders was a known informant. Everybody knew he’d been workin’ as a snitch. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did. Hello? This is Gary, Indiana, the ‘G’, Gangsta Island. A snitch’s life expectancy is no longer than your dick captain,” Detective Susan Washington said as the other detectives bust out laughin’. Susan’s a slim, dark skinned sista from Detroit. She’s jazzy. She still keeps her hair in the tight lil’ freeze curls chicks used to wear in the late 90’s, and she sports ridiculously long air brushed nails. She wears big hoop earrings and carries louie bags. The bitch ghetto fabulous! The task force uses her to pose as a gold digger slash hood chick to get close to the ballers.
“And hell, the prosecutor’s office basically spray pained the word ‘snitch’ on Griffin’s forehead. How the fuck he just get out of jail all of a sudden with his charges dropped? I think there’s too much pressure. The administration is rushin’ us to bring Ryan Williams down. We haven’t even given him time to break the law and we’re all over him,” Detective Smith said. “The administration is making fucked up decisions and blamin’ us,” the detective continued as the others agreed with him.
“Shit rolls down hill. I’ve got my orders and you got yours. No more fuck ups! We are to protect our informants,” Jacobs said poundin’ his fist on the table as his face turned red. “Wilkins!”
“Yes sir cap’n,” Bryan responded.
“I’m assigning you to our new informant, Jarvis Anderson, C.I. #1153. He’s a Vice Lord out of the Bronx projects. He has ties to our target. Here’s his file,” Jacobs said tossin’ it on the table. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“Alright cap’n. I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m done here, stay on task. I want Williams on drug and murder charges by the end of the month!” Jacobs said storming out of the meeting.
CHAPTER 7
The Merrillville Inn…..
“What’s up self?” Dubb asked H.B. as he answered the phone. H.B. is a Vice Lord. Him and Dubb was in the joint together. The brother solid, always did good bid’ness. He never shorted nobody. He held his square down and treated ev’rybody wit’ respect.
“All is well, who dis?” he asked.
“It’s
R-Dubb, bruh.”
“Aw shit, for real? Where you at now? Last I heard you was in ‘GC’ cellhouse,” H.B. said.
“I’m home bruh.”
“For real? On what?” H.B. asked figurin’ Dubb was bullshittin’.
“On the nation self, I’m home. I told ya’ll I was gonna win that appeal. The shit was in the paper and ev’ry thang.”
“Aw yeah? That’s what’s up. I know you tryin’ to get some money and shit but it’s fucked up out here right now. I can’t even get on and shit. It’s dry-n-a-bitch right now,” H.B. said thinkin’ Dubb needed some work.
“I can make it snow for ya bruh,” Dubb said.
“Fa’ sho’?”
“Sho nuff’,” Dubb responded.
“Shit, I need like 2 of them thangs. Can you stand it?”
“Yep, I need 36.”
“Quit bullshtttin! You mus’ done hit a lick, niggaz is taxin right now,” H.B. said happy wit’ the ticket. He was ready to spend $42,000.00.
“Yeah, I came up on a lil’ somethin’. Where you at? You still down there off 5th Ave and Buchannon?”
“Yep, but I’m out bustin’ some moves,” H. B. responded.
“Well shit, I’m at the Merrillville Inn room 208. Slide through when you get done.”
“Fa’ sho’. Gimme a few and I’ll be there, Almighty.”
“All is well,” Dubb said then they hung up…….
Dubb sat back and caught a re-run of the “The Game” on B.E.T.. Halfway through the episode, there was a knock at the do’………..
“Who is it?” Dubb asked, raisin’ up off the bed headed to answer it.
“It’s me Folk.”
Aw hell. I know that voice anywhere. That’s Chi-Murder, he thought to himself.
“C’mon in Self,” Dubb said openin’ the do’, lettin’ Chi-Murder in. As they exchanged hugs, Chi-Murder marked the letter “G” on Dubbs’ back wit his fist. Dubb pushed Murder off him and they squared up and slap-boxed throwin’ a couple blows at each other laughin’ like homies do.
“Quit playin’ nigga. Let’s handle this bid’ness,” Murder said smilin’-n-shit, throwin’ 15 stacks of 5 thousand on the bed, and Dubb thumbed through em’ real quick……..
“My nigga,” Dubb said handin’ him a sack wit’ fo’ kilos in it. Strait piss, pearly white bricks, each one a solid chunk!
“Damn bruh, you wasn’t playin’ was you? Is there some mo’ of this shit?” Murder asked checkin’ one of the bricks out.
“I don’t know, I’ll let you know though, soon as I find out what’s up,” Dubb responded.
“A’ight my nigga. I’m finna jump back on the road, good lookin’ out. We damn sho’ gonna do mo’ bid’ness.”
“Fa’ sho’ my nigga,” Dubb said as they exchanged hugs, then Murder turned and left……
“Knock-knock-knock. Damn, who is it that quick? Dubb asked hisself as he went to look through the peephole. Aw shit, it’s Murder, Dubb said as he opened the do’.
“I almost fa’got. Here go the smoke you ast’ fo’, strait killa. I can get this shit all day an’ day.”
“A’ight my nigga,” Dubb said takin’ the sack as Murder turned and left. Then he went and sat down at the table and busted the sack open. Chi-Murder left him a half zip of some sticky shit. Dubb twisted up a Swisha and puffed on it while he looked at videos, thinkin’ bout Nikki’s sexy ass. I’m gonna spoil that girl first chance I get. Baby girl really held me down. She ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me fuckin’ wit none of these bitches. Wasn’t none of these ho’s around when I was locked up. The only one that was there was my sweet lil’ Nichole and I’ll never forget it.
CHAPTER 8
Merrillville Methodist Hospital…….
“I ain’t got all day to be fuckin’ wit’ you. I gotta tend to my hall. Else you want the shit or you don’t,” Nichole snapped on Dr. Robert Chandler, a pediatric surgeon at the hospital.
“Dammitt Nichole. Five thousand dollars for five ounces?” the doctor asked complaining ‘bout the price.
“You got’damn right! This shit is pure. You gonna have to cut it. Shit, you a doctor, you know how to mix shit. You can put 100% cut on that shit and you’ll have 10 ounces. That shit’ll still be some fire ass nose candy. You can sell some to ya’ll lil’ doctor friends or whatever,” she said knowin’ it was the truth. A lot of doctors in the hospital like to snort, so they can stay up workin’ those long shifts. They loved to spend. Ryan didn’t know it, but she sold them a lil’ powder on the side to help take care of him while he was in the joint.
“That’s still kinda steep,” the doctor replied, still complainin’.
“Well, you can always take ya’ lil’ pale ass on down to the projects and get some a lil’ cheaper,” Nichole said smilin’, lookin’ at the doctor like he’s crazy. “Here, try some,” she said openin’ one of the ounces and choppin’ the powder with a lil’ blade lyin’ on the desk. She set out a nice lil’ line for him. “There, try it,” she said as she backed away givin’ him some room…….
“Shhhhhhhhnnnnnfff!” Was the sound of the doctor snortin’ the long ass line Nikki cut out for him. “Mmmpf, mmmpf……shhhnnf, shhhnnf,” the doctor sniffed trying to clear his sinuses. Then he leaned back waitin’ for it to kick in on his ass……
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” he said having trouble swallowing, grabbing at his throat as his heart started pumpin’ faster and faster.
“What’s wrong doc, you okay?” Nikki asked startin’ to get a lil’ nervous.
“I can’t swallow,” he said as he started touchin’ his nose. “And, and, and I can’t feel my nose! I can’t …. my face, I can’t feel it! Holy fuck! I’ve never, ooh fuck! I’ll take the shit. I’ll take it!” he said unlockin’ his drawer going for his cash box. “I’ll need some more tomorrow okay? I’ll pay for it, thanks,” the doctor said all jittery-n-shit as he hurriedly fumbled through the bills, throwin’ five thousand dollars on the desk. Then Nurse Nichole Williams snatched the money off his desk and left the office headed to her hall to tend to all the lil’ kids she takes care of on 4B…….
CHAPTER 9
The Merrillville Inn…..
Dubb was just sittin’ in the hotel room gettin’ high-n-a-bitch, smokin’ on some of that killa’ Murder left. He was gettin’ his game plan together waitin’ on H.B. when there was a knock at he do’……
Dubb walked over and looked at the peephole and sho’ nuff, it’s H.B.
“What’s hap’nin bruh?” Dubb asked letting him in.
“Tryin’ to get this money, feel me?”
“Fa’ sho’,” Dubb responded.
“Shiiiiit, where it’s at?” the brother asked rubbin’ his hands together ready to get down to bid’ness.
“Right here,” Dubb said as he opened a dresser drawer and set 2 bricks on the table.
“Can I check em out?” H.B. asked.
“Go ‘head check em out,” Dubb responded, puffin’ on a Swisha as H.B. picked up one of the packages and cut the corner open to inspect the work.
“Aw yeah, this the truth,” he said tossin’ a bag of money on the bed. “It’s all there bruh,” H.B. said as Dubb flipped through the bills……
“It’s all good fam,” Dubb said after he counted the money. He figured it was all there, but from a past experience, it’s best to count the money while everybody’s present. Sometimes the nigga coppin’ the work miscounts. One time, Dubb was shorted a stack. The nigga really thought he gave Dubb all the money. He just miscounted. Homie thought Dubb was tryin’ to play him out of a thousand dollars. They ended up fallin’ out over the shit. So, now Dubb counts the money.
“I’m outta here brother. Hit me up so we can kick it-n-shit. Good to see you home man,” H.B. said as they exchanged hugs. “Almighty”
“All is well,” Dubb said as H.B. walked out the hotel room.
After the brother left, Dubb called his twin…..
“Yeah,” Bryan answered.
“I got everything together for you,” Dubb said as Bryan answered the phone.
“Meet me at the house,” Bryan said then hung up.
That’s what’s up. I guess I’ll call me a cab and head on over there, Dubb thought to hissself as he found the cab company’s number in his cell phone…..
CHAPTER 10
Merrillville Methodist Hospital……
“Hello,” Alexis answered.
“Whad up bitch!” Nichole greeted her homegirl.
“Hey gurl, how you doin’?” Alexis responded mockin’ Wendy Wiliams.
“I’m good. Umm, ya’ll ho’s got my money?” Nichole asked as she nibbled at her lunch.
“Trick, you crazy! We got you. You got some more bitch?”
“Aaaand yoouu knooow iiit!” Nichole sung. Her hustle hand is piss. Alexis, Ayzia and Armani are sisters and they all work at the Club 10, the new strip club by the baseball stadium. She fronted them ho’s 3 ounces a piece. They owe her 9 “G’s”. At first, they was trippin’ off the price, but just like the doc, once they snorted a line of that shit, all complaints went out the window. It ain’t nuttin’ for them ho’s to come up wit’ that type of money overnight wit’ all their tips, lap dances and trips to the V.I.P. lounge. Plus, ev’ry bitch that strip up in the club either snort, pop “x,” or do both. Them ho’s ate all that powder up like candy. Nichole can lock some shit down with these bitches on her team if she wants to and she knows it. She just never had the desire or a steady plug. Back when R-Dubb was in the joint Bryan used to look out and give her some powder or some x-pills here and there, and Alexis ‘nem would make that shit disappear!
“Good bitch, that shit fire. Bring us the same thing when you get off work. Call me when you pullin’ up and I’ll run out back,” Alexis said.
“A’ight, later bitch,” Nichole said.
“Bye slut,” Alexis responded as she laughed.
“Tramp,” Nichole shot back.
“Gurl, you crazy, bye”.
“Bye, bye,” Nichole said hanging up the phone and finishing her lunch before her break was over.
Nichole and Alexis are tight as fuck. They grew up together from kindy’ garden on up. They grew apart a lil’ bit over the years due to their lives takin’ different turns, but no matter what, they home girls for life.
CHAPTER 11
The trap house……
“What’s up bruh?” Bryan said lettin’ Dubb in the trap house.
“Gettin’ this money. That’s what’s up. You ai’ight?” Dubb responded.
“Hell yeah I’m good. We ‘bout to get it poppin’ bruh. I hope you ready,” Bryan responded as he gave his brother some dap.
“Aw, I’m ready,” Dubb said handin’ Bryan a duffel bag wit a 100 ‘G’s’ in it.
“Now that’s what it do bruh. I just gave you that shit yesterday; but listen to this shit, you know that nigga Jarvis from the Bronx projects?”
“Yep,” Dubb responded.
“That nigga signed on to wire up on you bruh. Stay away from that nigga. Watch him,” Bryan said starin’ his brother in the eyes. They’re not identical twins. They look like night and day. Bryan’s dark skinned wit’ a tall, lean frame. Ryan’s brown skinned and short wit’ a stocky build. But still, when they look into each other’s eyes, they see reflections of themselves and they both know…..
“What the fuck! They keep sendin’ these mark ass niggaz after me. It’s all good. I got somethin’ for his ass though,” Dubb said startin’ to plot on the nigga.
“It’s all good Dubb. We got a leg up on these bitches. Let’s get this money. We family, nigga. I ain’t gonna let shit happen to you. I’m in the position to look out for you now. We’ll murder everything movin’ before you go back to prison, and a lil’ bit of money will make homicide write whatever I want ‘em to in their reports.”
“That’s what’s up,” Dubb responded.
“Come on downstairs. Let me show you somethin’,” Bryan said motionin’ for Dubb to follow him down to the basement. He opened up a false wall and pulled out a couple big duffel bags. “Here you go Dubb. You got 5 twenty pound bricks of weed and a thousand x pills in this bag here,” Bryan said as Dubb ran numbers through his head, already thinkin’ about how he gonna get rid of that shit. “And here’s 20 ki’s in this bag. This shit don’t cost me nuttin’. I just gotta spread a lil’ hush money around and put some money back for Uncle Nookie. Just give me 125 ‘G’s’ and we strait,” Bryan said.
“Hell yeah, that’s love nigga. I’m finna lock shit down.”
“Watch ya’ self. Don’t fuck wit’ nobody outside my area. For real Dubb. I can protect you in my jurisdiction. I can’t do shit for you nowhere else. There’s some scales and shit in there too. Weigh out what you want. Keep the shit here or take it with you. However you wanna play it,” Bryan said.
“That’s what’s up.”
“Aw yeah, I got some keys for you,” Bryan said tossin’ Dubb a key chain. Some keys to a safe, some house keys, and keys for a Dodge. “From now on, you can just let ya’self in. You can drop the money in the safe and I’ll have the work or whatever stashed behind the wall.”
“That’s what’s up,” Dubb said grabbin’ 20 pounds of weed and the bag of x-pills, leaving the cocaine and the rest of the green behind for now.
“And check this out bruh,” Bryan said motionin’ Dubb over to a lil’ work bench. When Dubb made it over to him, he opened up another duffel bag…. Oh shit! He thought to himself.
“You can’t be out here naked nigga,” Bryan said pattin’ Dubb on the back.
“Damn nigga!” Dubb said pullin’ the heat out the bag. Bryan gave him a glock 40 wit 2 clips and an old school Uzi wit’ 4, 32 round clips. The real Uzi, it shoots 9 millimeter bullets, not no lil’ 22’s….shit! “I’m strait now”.
“Let’s go on back upstairs,” Bryan said leadin’ him up the steps.
“What these Dodge keys fo’?” Dubb asked as he followed in behind Bryan.
“Nuttin’ really. I figured you needed somethin’ to get around in so I got you a lil’ Dodge from the chop-shop. It ain’t nuttin’ much. They owe me some favors. Feel me?” Bryan explained.
“Aw yeah?”
“Yep, you got everything?” he asked headin’ to the side do’ leadin’ to the garage.
“Yeah, I got it all.”
“C’mon on out to the garage,” Bryan said holdin’ the do’ open……
“Hell naw! Damn bruh. This muh fucka cold! I thought you said it ain’t nuttin much?” Dubb said as his twin brother sat there laughin’, lovin’ the expression on his face. “What’s it sittin’ on, 26’s?”
“Naw, them 28’s homie. Twenty-eight inch Divincci’s--the real deal. They say 28’s won’t fit on a Magnum. Shiiiiit, there they go.”
“Look at this paint! Eeeeewwweeee!” Bryan just gave him a pearl white 2010 Dodge Magnum wit’ a chrome grill, sittin’ on 28’s. The paint pearl for real. I mean it’s flaky. It glistens-n-shit, and you can see the lil’ greenish, turquoise and purple rainbows in it.” Damn ‘B’, I ‘ont know what to say.”
“Don’t say nothin’. Throw that shit in the ride and get the fuck outta here. The garage opener is on the visor. Don’t bust ya eardrums out nigga. You got 4 JL competition subs in the back wit 2, 2,500 watt JL competition amps pushin’ ‘em. It’s loaded baby boy. You got 8, 8 inch mid-bass speakers, mids and Hi’s and the amps to push ‘em, crossovers and all that shit. That ride is ready for the show. Open the do’. You got off-white leather interior in there nigga. Wipe ya feet off before you get in.”
Dubb hopped in the ride, sinkin’ into the butter soft leather, awe-struck by the interior. It had a custom wood grain dash and steerin’ wheel. He stuck the key in the ignition and started the ride. Dubb pushed the button on the garage do’ opener and backed out the driveway. As he hit the power button on the disc player, the beats came through poundin’, beatin’ hard-n-a-bitch as he turned on to Indiana Street. Shit sound good! It’s a mix tape full of rappers from the area like CCA, Ric Jilla, Freddie Gibbs, Slufoot, the Grind Family, Thugged Out, the MCG’s and this bitch named See Saw. She off the chain! The mix tape raw. They snappin’ over all the newest beats. A local producer from No Tamin Entertainment named Finga’ Roll is hostin’ it. I better turn this shit down befo’ I get pulled the fuck over, Dubb thought to himself as he bent the corner headed to the jewelry sto’.
CHAPTER 12
Outside the strip club……
“I’m finna pull up out back. Bring yo’ ass outside ho,” Nichole said into her cell phone.
“Oh, okay,” Alexis said, hangin’ up and leavin’ the strippers dressin’ room. She’s the club’s number 1 money maker wit her sista’s followin’ close in behind her. She thick-n-a-muh-fucka. Ass so phat she can pick a Coke bottle right up off the floor wit her booty cheeks! Her and her sista’s is black-a-neese, that’s Black and Japanese mixed. They all got long silky jet black hair.
Her sista Ayzia a strait ho and she’ll tell you that shit herself. Bitch got game. It’s crazy though cause she’s married. She got 8 kids by like 9-10 different niggaz. Yeah, a couple of em’s paternity is in question. So, ‘bout two of them babies is bein’ claimed by more than one nigga. But, you have to respect the ho. She ain’t ashamed to say her pussy pays the bills. Strait drama queen. She posts all her drama on Twitter as it unfolds. The funny thing is, she has followers and fans on that shit. People really log on to Twitter to see what’s finna pop off wit’ this bitch next. All it’s gonna take is for the producers of VH1 to log on her page and the bitch gonna have a reality show.
Last but not least, Armani. She looks like her name. Baby girl is beautiful. She ‘posed to be somebody’s wife, not strippin’ in nobody’s strip club. She’s just cursed. She got real bad luck wit’ men. One nigga turned out to be gay. Another nigga got arrested. Turned out he was a child molester. Punk muh fucka got damn near life for playin’ wit lil’ girls and boys in 4 different states. She called the cops on her last nigga. He took off in her car after they got into a fight and he got killed in a high speed chase tryin’ to get away. She lost it for a minute and had a nervous breakdown. She was walkin’ around snorted the fuck out. But now she on top of her game. Won’t no nigga her age fuck wit’ her though. So she fuckin’ wit’ this ‘lil high school nigga. He a young hoopstar. They say he goin’ to the Pro’s and Armani tryin’ to go right wit’ him. Every morning when she’s done doin’ private parties and strippin’, she runs strait home to fuck the shit out the lil’ nigga, fix him some pop-tarts and co-co puffs and take to him school. Kissin’ him and givin’ him lunch money like a good mommy should. Bottom line, these 3 ho’s equal money!
“Hey gurl,” Alexis said gettin’ in the car.
“Bitch! What took you so long? You know better than to keep yo’ pimp waitin’. You underdig what I’m sayin’ ho? See time is money and money is time. I’m tryin’ to get it jiggalatin’ out here bitch. You better get yo’ mind right,” Nichole said as she play slapped her, doin’ her best pimp impression.
“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry,” Alexis said holdin’ her face, laughin’ as she gave Nichole the 9 thousand dollars her and her sisters owe.
“Here you go girl. Ya’ll doin’ alright?” Nicole asked as she gave her 9 more ounces.
“Yeah, we good, but how you doin’?” Alexis asked in her Wendy Williams voice. “Look at you bitch, just look at you. Glowin-n-shit. You fuckin’ whore! Done finally got you some dick and don’t know how to act. You the ho. Bet you been fuckin’ nonstop since Dubb got back ain’t you?” Alexis said crackin’ up.
“Yoouu knoooww iiiit!” Nichole sang blusin’.
“Five years, no dick? Guuurl I don’t know how you did it. Couldn’t ‘ve been me. I know one thang, I hear anything about that nigga I’m cuttin’ his dick off myself!”
“Watch it bitch, ain’t no ho touchin’ my man’s dick,” Nichole said laughin’, but serious as hell.
“So ya’ll got married huh?”
“Yep.”
“Where’s your ring? How you married and ain’t got no ring?” Alexis asked hatin’ on the low like most bitches do who ain’t got no man.
“I’m gonna get one,” Nicole said. She was embarrassed she don’t have a ring, but at the same time she was feelin’ like she didn’t need one. This is because the bond she has wit’ Ryan is stronger than any love she has ever seen between a couple, and it wasn’t formed by no ring.
“It’s finna be on gurl. We got this new white bitch named Candace. She calls herself Candy Cane. She gets rid of a lot of candy. That bitch a go-getter. Tomorrow I might need 12 ounces instead of 9,” Alexis said.
“I got you, just call me,” Nichole said as Alexis got out the car. Nikki relaxed in her seat and pulled off. She gotta make a stop by the store real quick to get some ice cream. Her husband has a debt to pay.
CHAPTER 13
Nichole and R-Dubb’s crib…..
Ryan been sittin’ at home for the last few hours gone off a x-pill, smokin’ weed and drinkin’ gin and juice. They say orange juice intensifies the x. Boy something is doin’ something, cause he is fuuuuuccked up! Nigga horny as hell too. Dick hard-n-a-bitch! And, it won’t-go-down. He keeps lookin’ at the clock knowin’ his wife’ll be home any second. Her bathwater ready, he got the slow grooves on and he’s in the mood for love…..
As Dubb heard the keys wigglin’ in the lock, he rushed to the do’ to greet his wife. Soon as she came in the house, she was swooped up in his arms welcomed by a big hard dick, and a deep lustful tongue kiss. He went to the do’ butt ass naked, holdin’ his wife tight, squeezing her ass and nibblin’ on her neck.
“Damn!” Nichole said out of breath. “Hold on boy, wait. Let me put this bag in the freezer!” she said walkin’ into the kitchen to put the ice cream away. When she turned around, she saw that Ryan was holdin’ a gift box from Alderman’s Jewelers in his left hand. She couldn’t help but notice that fat white gold triple wedding band laced wit’ diamonds on his finger. She knows that the bands represent their past, their present, and their future. Ryan just stood there smiling as she was frozen in place…….