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  “That’s real talk.” He rubbed his hands together. “I fucks with your cousin, but a nigga aint about to give it all to her. You be putting too much trust in these hoes.”

  Trust? I didn’t know what the fuck that nigga was talking about. I didn’t trust my got damn self, so how in the fuck was I gonna trust some bitch? I aint put shit past nobody. Me doing lil shit for my gal didn’t mean that I trusted her ass. Shit, she was a representation of me, and I wanted her to shine on these hoes out here. That was it. When niggas saw her walking down the street they’d know that’s me.

  “Don’t misunderstand me, my nigga. I know that a hoe is gonna be a hoe. I just don’t see nothing wrong with looking out for ya main bitch.”

  “Yeah, but why is she your main bitch, though? I mean, she aint got no ass, and the hoe talk too much shit. I don’t know what the fuck you see in her.”

  I shrugged again. “That’s how you feel.”

  He waved his head. “Whatever, nigga. I don’t care what you say. That no-ass having hoe wouldn’t get a penny out of me, and that’s on my hood.”

  ******

  “Kaydoa, look.” Farrah pointed. “Can you buy me this ring? It’s just three hundred.” She poked out her bottom lip.

  “Hell naw.” I waved my head, as I tugged at my sagging Ralph Lauren jeans. “Let’s burn out.” I glanced around, checking my surroundings.

  “So, you aint gonna get it?” she pouted, as she stomped her feet.

  “Nope.” I checked my watch. We’d been in the mall for two hours, and she was working my last nerve. I should’ve listened to Hurt that time.

  “I’m ready to go.” Monay, my cousin rolled her eyes behind Farrah’s back.

  “Me too.” Hurt added, as he threw an arm around Monay’s shoulder. They were leaning on one another, staring at me and my annoying broad. I shook my head, checking their asses out. Hurt was always talking that shit, but my cousin had him wrapped around her finger. He’d copped her the new Jordan’s and bought her a pair of Air Max. My little cousin was barely 5’4, but could have Hurt’s 6’1 ass jumping to her every command.

  Hurt and Monay had met through me a few years back. The niggas in the hood loved her, because she had ass for days and was cute. She had a smooth cinnamon brown complexion and kept herself up, always rocking the latest hairstyle. Lil’ Hurt was a light brown slim nigga with tats everywhere. He could definitely pull his choice of hoes, but for the most part it was all about my cousin.

  “Yeah, Farrah, main, let’s go.” I rushed.

  Farrah frowned in dissatisfaction, after I’d spent nearly four hundred dollars on her ungrateful ass. “You so fucking cheap.”

  Monay shook her head, and pursed her lips. I could tell that she wanted to say something, but my boy gave her a look, telling her to mind her own business.

  “Make me fuck you up in here.” I whispered harshly to Farrah.

  “Look at that freak!” Monay jested, causing us all to stop and look up, as she pulled away from Hurt. “Come here Black Reign, wit yo fine ass.”

  Black Reign strutted right over to us. She was wearing the hell out of a pair of red booty shorts, a cutoff white and red racer-back tee, along with some red and white Jay’s. She still had that same damn ponytail and bang bullshit, but I can’t front…she made my dick hard. Those thick bowlegs were long, those hips were perfectly round, and that ass…oh my God that ass. I don’t even think she realized how fine she was.

  “What’s up, hoe?” Black Reign asked Monay, as she posed in front of us. Immediately, Farrah rolled her eyes.

  “What yo ass doing up here?” Monay questioned, as she fingered the girl’s bags.

  “Grabbing up some shit, and trying my best to not let these fingers stick.” Black Reign jawed, as several niggas strolled by gawking at that ass of hers.

  “Ole thieving ass.” I said just for the hell of it. I hadn’t forgotten about her calling my mama a fat bitch.

  She rolled her eyes. “Nigga, while you worried about me, you need to go steal your gal a fucking burger. With her malnourished ass.”

  Hurt’s head fell back, as he chuckled to himself. I had to put on a mean mug, although I was dying laughing in my head. Back in the hood damn near everybody was fly at the mouth, and the hoes came harder than the niggas. I loved arguing with a real hoodrat, because the shit would go back and forth. The dozens like a muthafucka, but I loved a good laugh.

  “I know you aint talking about me.” Farrah twisted her neck, but didn’t come as hard as she could have. Something told me that she was a little afraid of Black Reign.

  Black Reign pursed her lips, as she looked Farrah up and down. “Yeah, I’m talking about you. Ya man need to keep his comments to himself, cause I can’t whup him, but I’ll slap his bitch.”

  Monay giggled, as she ushered Black Reign to the other end of the walk way.

  I shook my head, but didn’t say shit.

  “Oh, so you aint got shit to say?” Farrah fumed as she folded her arms.

  I shrugged. “Man, I aint about to go back and forth with that broad in this mall.”

  “But she disrespected me.” She frowned.

  “Well, check her.” Hurt instigated, knowing that she’d do no such thing.

  Farrah sucked her teeth. “Fuck that ugly bitch. She aint worth my time.”

  Hurt grinned. “Yeah, yeah. You know she’d whip yo skinny ass.”

  “Whatever. Aint nobody worried about that synthetic weave wearing ass bitch.” Farrah claimed.

  “You better quit talking that shit, before I get her to come back over here.” He warned.

  Farrah twisted her neck around. “Like I said, fuck her.”

  “Okay.” Hurt nodded. “Aye, Black Reign--”

  “What’s up?” Black Reign answered, as her tight eyes shifted to my boy.

  “Man, I’m going to the car.” Farrah hastily stomped off.

  Hurt smiled, and shouted out. “Yeah, just what I thought.”

  Black Reign

  “Monay, you better get ya damn cousin. Why is he always fucking with me?” I fumed.

  She rolled her eyes. “Girl, I think he might like you.”

  I shook my head at the notion. Naturally, people assumed if a dude and a chick argue all the time that they secretly like each other, but I really didn’t believe that was the case with us. Kaydoa was just a rude ass nigga. Point blank. I mean, yeah, he was cute. Nah, fuck that. He was handsome, but he wasn’t shit. He was a smooth cocoa complexion, with black deep wavy hair. He stood at about 6’4 in height, and probably weighed no more than 220 pounds. Him and his boy had to be addicted to ink, because tattoos covered their bodies. Basically, Kaydoa was a good hair broke ass criminal. He hustled just to keep up with the latest tennis shoes and shit, but capped like he was the biggest nigga around.

  I couldn’t stand Kaydoa’s ass, and he really started thinking he was the shit when he started fucking Farrah’s stuck-up ass. She was one of those bitches that thought because her complexion was a little lighter that she was God’s gift to men. Nothing about the hoe was extraordinary, but you couldn’t tell that to the color struck niggas who chased her. The bitch thought she did something when she first started fucking with Kaydoa, because niggas like him will have ya ass fooled. He invests so much into his clothes and shit that you’ll mistakenly think that he has money. And then when you realize that he’s a petty hustler you’re already in too deep. That’s what happened to Farrah’s gold digging ass, but I guess she was gonna ride it out, until she pulled a bigger and better nigga.

  “Nah, he don’t like me, and I damn sure don’t like him. He just like to fuck with people, but I’ma end up fucking his ass up.” I snapped.

  She continued to smile. “Shit, and I might help you.”

  ******

  “Bitch, that man is looking for you.” Dookey Baby whispered in a panic, as I approached my apartment building.

  I smiled. “Who?”

  “Mr. Cee.”

  I giggled a bit, as
I proceeded to my apartment with my bags in tow.

  “Black Reign, what's funny?” she grabbed my arm. “What if he tries to do something to you, or tell ya mama?”

  “Come in here.” I answered as I stepped into my crib.

  “What's up?” Lil' Kelly spoke from the living room couch, as we strolled past him.

  “'Sup?” I replied, but kept it moving. I eased into my room, and turned on the light. “Close the door behind you.” I instructed.

  Dookey Baby did as she was told, while I placed all my bags on my bunk bed.

  “So, what's up?” she asked.

  “I'm not worried about him.” I shrugged.

  She furrowed her brows in confusion. “You do know that the nigga is a muthafucka, right?”

  “Nah, what I do know is that he got a woman at home. I do know that I have her number in my phone. I do know that I aint legal yet. I do know that he'd have to explain to my mama what he was doing at the room with me. That's what I do know. Besides...a few people had already warned me, and I sent him a text letting him know what I do know.”

  She shook her head with a grin. “Bitch, you's a muthafucka, for real for real.”

  I snickered, as I flopped onto my bed. “I'm just saying, though.”

  Me and my girl sat and laughed about how I'd gotten over on Mr. Cee's ass. I think she liked to live vicariously through me. I was always pulling wild stunts, and she ate that shit up.

  We was sitting there smoking a blunt laced with 'dro, when I got a call from Monay. “What's good?” I answered with the blunt dangling between my lips.

  “Black Reign, you busy?” she asked, which told me that ass her ass wanted me to do something for her.

  “Why, what's up?”

  “Ooh, nothing really. It's just that Hurt got all these hard heads over here, and I need some friends over here too, shit.”

  “Girl, you know that I don't fuck wit ya boy's bullshit ass friends like that.” I cringed.

  “What is she saying?” Dookey Baby whispered, as she pinched my arm.

  I pulled the phone away from my mouth. “She wants me to come over to Hurt's house, cause she's the only girl there.”

  Her eyes bucked. “Well, shit, let's go over there.”

  I gave her the side-eye as I brought my phone back to my face. “Umm, Nay, Dookey Baby wanna come around there.”

  Monay sucked her teeth. “As long as you coming too.”

  I huffed. “Ugh! I guess.”

  “Yay! Come on. I'll be waiting.” she said giddily, before hanging up.

  “Come on, Black Reign. Let's go.” Dookey Baby shot to her feet.

  I gazed up at her. Damn, she was anxious for a chick I never really saw interacting with boys. “What's the rush? You like one of Hurt's friends?”

  She smiled sneakily. “It might be somebody I wanna see.”

  I nodded with my lip poked out. “Okay. I got you.” I eased off my bed. “Let's go, then.”

  ******

  Kaydoa

  “But really the nigga be trying to talk down.”

  I cut my eyes at Trace. The nigga swore up and down that every man walking this earth was hating on him. Never in my twenty-one years on this earth had I ever seen such a bullshit ass nigga who thought the world was plotting on him.

  Every day it was the same shit. When we wanted a break from the block we'd post up at Hurt's mama's house. Day after day the same niggas sat around and made up these ridiculous stories, while getting blunted.

  “Nigga, shut the fuck up.” I snapped, as there was a knock at the door. “Don't nobody give a fuck.”

  “I got it!” Monay sang, coming from Hurt's room. She skipped to the front door. “Heeey!” she squealed, as she opened the door and stepped aside and allowed Dookey Baby and Black Reign to come in.

  “'Sup?” Black Reign mumbled, as her eyes swept the room.

  “Hey.” Dookey Baby's sneaky ass waved.

  “What's up?” Trace grinned right along with Toke, and Foo.

  “Let me hit that.” Black Reign wasted no time, asking for the weed.

  “Huh,” Toke handed her the blunt.

  She stood and puffed, while those thirsty niggas eyed her curvaceous body. Her pussy print was in full effect, as those tight shorts hugged her ass.

  “Bitch, is this the only reason you came over?” Monay playfully elbowed her, while Dookey Baby sat between me and Toke on the couch.

  Black Reign shrugged. “Pretty much.”

  “Uh oh, dope dog in the house.” Hurt jested, as he stepped into the living room.

  She rolled her eyes, as she handed the blunt to Foo. “Nah, nigga, that's your roach ass.”

  Hurt chuckled, as he sat in a recliner, and Black Reign sat next to Trace.

  “What's up wit it, girl?” Trace rubbed Black Reign's thigh.

  With a deep frown, she shoved his hand away. “Nigga, keep ya hands to ya got damn self.”

  Trace screwed his face up. “Man, you always tripping. Let a nigga get a sample of that pussy. Stop acting like that.”

  She rose to her feet. “Shit, the survey says that if I gave it to you...you wouldn't even know what to do wit it.” she gave him her ass to kiss, as she switched to the other side of the living room.

  “Man...” I couldn't resist it. “Sit yo raggedy ass down.”

  She spun around. “Nah, you shut yo broke ass up!”

  I smiled, and hit the blunt. Her nostrils flared, as she glared at me.

  “Is there a problem?” I cheesed.

  She strutted over with that wicked walk, capturing ever nigga's attention, including Hurt's. “Yeah, I got a fucking problem.” she snarled, as she stood before me with her hands on her hips. “You need to stop fucking wit me, before I slap you and your hoe the next time I see her dog ass.”

  I sat up. “Slap me now.”

  With a smirk on her face, she reached back and popped my ass. Whap!

  “Bitch!” I lashed, as I lunged at her. She escaped my grasp by inches. I was hot, as I chased her ass down, cornering her in Hurt's brother's room. “The fuck you think you playing wit?” I gritted, as I caught her by the neck. She clawed my face up like a damn wild cat.

  “You's a bitch ass nigga. That's who the fuck I'm playing wit.” she sassed, even as I had the upper hand.

  “Alright.” I nodded. “That's what's up. I got you.” I growled, as I snatched her ponytail clean off her head. “Talk that shit now.” I taunted, as I twirled her weave around.

  “Gimmie my shit!” she belted, as she chased me throughout the house.

  I stuck my tongue out, as I allowed her to catch up to me, only to pick up speed racing out of her reach. My niggas and her girls stood back laughing.

  “You got me fucked up!” she shouted, as she jumped on my back, shocking the shit out of me. I fell to my knees in the hallway, near the kitchen.

  “Get ya psychotic ass off me!”

  “Make me.” she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “I got you, watch.” I laughed, as I effortlessly flipped her ass onto her back.

  Still, she wouldn't loosen the grip she had on me. We wrestled for about fifteen minutes, switching positions. “Let me go.” she laughed out of breath.

  “You let me go.”

  “No, you let me go.”

  “Okay,” she gave in. “Shit, I'm tired.” she breathed.

  I lifted off her. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” I stood up, and tossed her hair onto the floor next to her. “Get that piece of rat you call hair up.”

  “Fuck you.” she pursed her lips, as she snatched her weave up.

  I shook my head, as I headed back to the living room. It caught me off guard that no one was sitting in the area. “The fuck did everybody go?” I asked aloud.

  Black Reign stood behind me, trying to wrap her ponytail back around her real hair. “I think I hear them in the backroom.”

  Listening to her, I headed to Hurt's room, and pushed the door open. In the bed, my cousin was stark naked g
iving my boy a wild ride, as he gripped her ass.

  “Uh.” I groaned, as I closed the door back.

  Black Reign giggled. “That's what ya ass get for not knocking.”

  “Whatever.” I waved her off. “But where the fuck did the rest of them muthafuckas go?”

  “Check Rudy's room.” she suggested, as we both stepped to the room next to Hurt's.

  Deciding not to knock this time, either, I stumbled across a damn freak show.

  “What the hell?!” Black Reign gasped, as she found her girl letting Foo hit it from the back, Trace was underneath her, plowing into her, and Toke was running his dick in and out of her mouth.

  They glanced at us, but kept doing their thing. I chuckled, as I grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the room. “Stop hating.” I closed the door.

  “Hating on what?” she snapped.

  “Let your girl get all that ham.” I joked.

  She shook her head. “That shit aint funny.”

  “Yeah it is.” I insisted, as I made my way back to the living room. “Come smoke this wit me, and calm ya ass down.”

  “Shut up.” she grumbled, as we both sat on the couch.

  I stared at her for a long second, thinking about how soft her lips looked.

  “Uh, the fuck you looking at?” she cut her eyes at me.

  I sighed. “That big ass pimple on your nose.”

  “What,” she grabbed her nose. “Nigga, I aint got no bumps in my face.”

  I chuckled to myself. Nah, she didn’t have any acne, but I enjoyed fucking with her. “Look at you,” I teased.

  “Whatever,” she giggled, before licking those lips. “I’m surprised you aint in there, trying to get your dick sucked.”

  I waved my head. “Aye,” I bucked my eyes, as I rubbed my waves. “Believe it or not…that shit don’t move me.”

  She lifted a brow. “What don’t move you?”

  “Fucking a chick with all my niggas. I aint trying to fuck nothing that easy.”

  “Oh,” Black Reign lifted her chin. “She aint pretty enough for you, huh?”

  I squinted, “It aint got nothing to do with that. That pussy got too many miles on it. She did that shit too fast, which tells me that this wasn’t her first time. Bitch need to be somewhere in California getting paid for that porno shit she doing.”