^{CHAPTER 16}

 

 

 

^{Show Up and Show Out}

 

 

 

 

 

^{Wearing the shit outta a money-green designer romper and a pair of stylish pencil-heeled gold stilettos, Cucci Momma looked like a million fat ones. She was chillin out in Crooklyn, and she sat sipping champagne in her man Ice Pick Goody’s living room as she waited for him to come home from putting in work on the streets.}

^{She crossed her sleek, perfumed legs and brushed her silky bangs back from her face as she lounged on a butter-soft sofa and gave herself a great big pat on the back.}

^{This was the first time that Ice Pick had left her in his crib alone, and she had gotten down on her hands and knees and gone over the joint with a pair of white gloves, snooping and stealing and scheming her ass off as she ran her greedy eyeballs twelve inches deep inside every nook and cranny up in the bitch.}

^{And now, after pocketing five G’s she’d found in a shoebox and about ten grams of coke that she’d discovered taped to the back of Ice Pick’s headboard, she was busy flipping through the pages of a trendy magazine while scheming up a plan that would knock her grimy cousin Honore right off her high horse.}

^{As the leader of the Crushed Ice Clique, Honore had been the shot-caller for everything that went down with the all-female crew. But now it was time for Cucci to step up and take what she felt like was owed to her.}

^{Her best shot at grabbing the top spot had been that sweet tip-off that she had given to the Feds so they could lock Honore up, but them bumbling-ass numbskulls had fucked around and blown the whole damn plan up.}

^{Cucci had actually been tasting the sweetness of that hundred grand reward money all on her tongue. She had given them assholes very specific details and lined the whole scene up lovely as hell, and it wasn’t her goddamn fault that those idiots couldn’t close the damn deal!}

^{Every time she thought about the way those federal suits had fucked up the mission she got pissed off all over again. She just couldn’t understand how Honore had escaped that hail of bullets with nothing more than a hunk of meat gouged outta the fat of her ass!}

^{Everything in Cucci had wanted to see her favorite cousin get handcuffed and picked up off the street like a mangy dog. But since the first plan got busted she had been forced to come up with a back-up strategy. And that’s where her nigga Ice Pick Goody and his gully brother Handgun were gonna come in.}

^{She was sipping pretty on her second glass of bubbly when she heard keys turning in the door lock. Seconds later, in walked Ice Pick and his fine-ass older brother.}

^{Cucci sighed. Handgun Goody was fly as shit from head to toe, and he looked way longer and stronger than her man Ice Pick did. She was getting moist just looking at that beefy-necked nigga, but she only glanced at him for a few quick seconds because she didn’t wanna get caught out there staring at his crotch with her tongue hanging out.}

^{“Yo, w’sup witchu, bae,” Ice Pick said as he walked over to the couch and gave her a stank and sloppy kiss that tasted like Newports and ’Ronas. “What the fuck you been doing while I was gone?”}

^{“Nothing much,” Cucci batted her fake eyelashes and cooed in the sexy kitten voice that he loved. “I took a bath and cleaned up around here a little bit, then I just been waiting on you to get home, Daddy.”}

^{“Well I’m home now. We need to holla at Handgun and put him up on that lil bizzness me and you was kicking back and forth before.”}

^{“Hi, Handgun,” Cucci cooed shyly, batting her fake eyelashes. “Its good to see you again witcha fine lookin self.”}

^{“Yo, bruh,” Ice Pick said glancing at her coldly, “my bitch here got some info on a lil mission I think you might be interested in.”}

^{“A’ight, then,” Handgun said as he took off his Tom Ford jacket and his muscles bulged underneath. He pulled a .45 pistol outta his waistband and set it on the table across from the sofa that Cucci was sitting on.}

^{“Have ya bitch go pour us a drink,” he directed Ice Pick, and then let’s get down to business.”}

^{Cucci got up and hopped right to it, and when she came back with the liquor she sat down on the couch next to Ice Pick and crossed her legs sexily at the knee.}

^{“Now tell my brother what you told me,” Ice Pick said, passing Goody a tall glass of peach Ciroc.}

^{“Which part?” Cucci asked.}

^{“The part about the diamond and that nigga they call Slick.”}

^{Cucci shrugged. “Oh, Slick? He’s just some thieving nigga who came up outta the woodwork. My cousin Honore fucks with him. She said he’s a stick-up kid. She met him one night when we was clockin this jewelry store on Fulton Street. He kidnapped Honore and jacked her for a diamond. That shady bitch tried to play me like that shit was only worth pennies but I found out later that it was really worth five mill.”}

^{Handgun glanced at his brother and then stared across the table at Cucci closely. “This dude Slick. I used to know a dopeman with that name from back in the day. Is he from Brooklyn?”}

^{She nodded. “Yeah. He’s from right here. At least that’s what Honore told me. She said Slick is a project nigga but he got another crib somewhere in the city too.”}

^{“You know where?”}

^{“Nah, but I just found out that Honore is tryna rip for this other diamond that’s worth a lot of fucking Benjamins. Way more than five million this time.”}

^{Forgetting his interest in Slick, Goody’s eyebrow shot up. “More than five million? Is that right?”}

^{Cucci nodded. She had studied the Pink Lady diamond like she was taking a test and she knew everything there was to know about that bitch.}

^{“The diamond is called the Pink Lady and it’ll bring in enough cash for all of us to get a cut and get the fuck outta the hustle game for life.”}

^{Handgun frowned. “I don’t know too much about diamonds except the ones in my watch and my chain,” he said. “How much money are we talking about?”}

^{“Somewhere in the forty to fifty million range,” Cucci said with dollar signs dancing in her eyes. “But first we gotta jack it.”}

^{Handgun looked at his brother Ice Pick with raised interest, shocked at the price value.}

^{“See, muh’fucka?” Ice Pick grinned at Handgun as he picked up his glass and took a swallow of his drank. “I told you this shit would be worth listening to, bro.”}

^{“For forty to fitty mill I’ll sit here and listen to this bitch move her lips all night,” Handgun said enthusiastically as he turned back to Cucci. “But if we jack the diamond then how the fuck do we sell it once we get a hold of it? Rolling up on that kinda doe sounds real good, but at the same time that shit could get us locked down for forever and day.”}

^{“So can all this other extra shit we doing right now!” Ice Pick barked. “But in this case the reward is even higher than the risk, yo.”}

^{“Very true, little bruh,” Handgun nodded agreeing wholeheartedly.}

^{“And that’s where I come in,” Cucci spoke up with authority so she could let these niggas know she had already formulated the master plan.}

^{“I was in the diamond bizz way before Honore came along. Our old boss introduced me to a lotta peeps who work underground. I got the connections and the clientele who can handle a transaction for us overseas. All I need y’all to do is get the diamond for me and knock Honore off her square in the process.”}

^{“Yo,” Ice Pick said suspiciously. “I thought that chick was ya fam? Why you and her ain’t huddle up and hit the diamond together?”}

^{“I’m done with that bitch,” Cucci said with authority. “Her conniving ass ain’t breakin bread the right way and besides, she’s moving too sloppy runnin behind that nigga Slick all the time. It ain’t personal between us, it’s business. This is my big chance to get where I need to be and I’m going for it.”}

^{Handgun could clearly see the cutthroat and conniving side of Cucci coming to the surface. He knew damn well that a big part of her issue was straight up personal. Yet he understood. He knew the mechanics of the game. He understood the plotting, scheming, and double-crossing that was required to get on top at all costs. Everybody had their own reasons for shitting on the next nigga. People who craved power and control had been doing that shit since the beginning of time.}

^{“You seem pretty ambitious, Cucci,” said Handgun. “I kinda like your style. I can tell you’re all about your business. So the reason you haven’t rocked Honore yourself is because you need to get the diamond first, am I right?”}

^{“Yes, that’s part of it,” Cucci told Handgun as she took a sip of her drink. “With me it’s always business before pleasure. Plus she got this nigga named Sly McFly who watches over her like a hawk. He’s an old school gangsta who holds her down. He would chop me up and stuff me down a fucking incinerator if I was caught betraying them.”}

^{“I see, I see,” Handgun said as he sat back on the sofa and internalized everything Cucci was saying to him.}

^{“Yo, what we need to do is come up with a plan,” Ice Pick said.}

^{“A’ight,” Goody agreed, “but before we go for the gusto I wanna know more about that nigga Slick your cousin is fuckin with. Ain’t no way he can be the same dude I used to know, but the name is real familiar.”}

^{Cucci picked up her drink and slurped. “Well, that lil petty thief ain’t nobody special so y’all can deal with him on your own time. But do you think you can bag Honore and get to that diamond before she can get it? And what about Sly McFly?” she asked impatiently. “Which one of y’all niggas got a pair of balls big enough to handle his old ass?”}

^{“Bitch!” Handgun barked suddenly. He reached across the low table and pimp smacked Cucci hard upside her head. “Don’t you see two muthafuckin men talking? Just shut the fuck up and stay in your lane and be ready to roll when Ice Pick says it’s time to make a move!”}

^{“Yo!” Ice Pick grabbed Cucci by the neck and yanked her over to him. “Since you got that mouth open so wide bring them big-ass lips over here and get on ya fuckin knees!” Ice Pick told her as he forced her down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and took out his soft shit and gripped it in his fist.}

^{“Get my shit up!” he demanded.}

^{Everything about the situation had changed and even the air in the room felt hostile. Cucci had been around plenty of killas before and her mama didn’t raise no fools.}

^{“Okay, Daddy…” she said meekly.}

^{She scrambled down in front of Ice Pick’s crotch with a quickness. Grabbing his limp man-meat she swooped down on it and started jacking it in her hands and licking underneath his hairy balls like they were two apple-flavored Blow-Pops.}

^{Ice Pick reached down inside the front of her romper and yanked her titties outta the top. Then he unsnapped the crotch and pulled it up in the back so he could rub on her ass and play in her pussy while she worked.}

^{Cucci slobbed on his knob until that shit was wet and shiny and standing straight up in the air. Sucking dick was a skill that Cucci was tops at and she could give brain in her sleep. She was well aware that she was being chastised and Ice Pick was checking her in front of his brother for a reason. The fact that Handgun was watching her closely didn’t escape her either. In fact, it excited her and turned her on, and she wanted his fine, paid ass to see exactly what his lil brother was getting and he was missing out on.}

^{Cucci dug in deep and gave Ice Pick a blow-job that was worthy of the big screen. She stuck out her tongue and licked that chocolate shit from the mushroom-capped head all the way down to his coffee-colored balls, taking care to make sure her visual performance was just as good as her physical one.}

^{With Handgun watching, she got up on Ice like a porn star and rubbed the wet head of his dick all over her nipples, giving herself a thorough titty fuck. Next, she sandwiched his throbbing meat in the hollow between her breasts like a hot dog in a bun. She slid her titties up and down while squeezing them together and licking the sugar off the head of his dick at the same time.}

^{As Ice Pick moaned and gasped, Cucci went to work with her teeth. Gently, she nibbled up and down the length of his dick, then she poked her tongue way out and swirled it around and around the crown of his shaft like it was an ice cream cone. Faster and faster she milked his balls in both hands, then swooped down and deep-throated his wood while vibrating her throat and jutting her head back and forth like a chicken.}

^{It wasn’t long before she felt Ice Pick’s nut building up in his balls, and when she felt his spurt shooting up the chute of his dick like a miniature volcano, she pulled back a little and jacked that shit, smearing his pearl-colored cum all over her lips and letting it drip down the side of his dick.}

^{Cucci was damn proud of herself. She knew she had done a top-notch job and put on a premiere performance, and Ice Pick confirmed that shit for her when he fell back on the sofa and pushed her away and said, “Goddamn! That shit was tops, baby! You rocked my whole muthafuckin world! Now take them pretty lips on over there. My brother want his dick sucked too.”}

^{With shock shining in her eyes, Cucci turned toward Handgun as that nigga unbuckled his pants and yanked out his big dick and said, “Sho do!”}