14
It was a good year for Cash. He celebrated the birth of his son by giving the dope game up. Cash had over a million dollars and invested in a designer with hot ideas. Together they started Hustlers clothing. They purchased a store selling only their line. Northern Indiana and Chicago flocked to the store, buying clothes. On July 5 Cash and Jossie were married. They had a small wedding at their home with only family in attendance. Shawn was there for her cousin’s celebration. Cash was happy and tears of joy flowed.
It had been two weeks since the boys killed Man. Pretty Ricky was a nervous wreck. He was being very cautious and hung out more at the game room. He trusted the boys only.
“What’s up Pretty Ricky?” Zoe said throwing his hands up in the air.
The boys were playing cards and watching Menace II Society. Pretty Ricky was Zoe’s partner and they were playing Don and Jon.
“My fault,” Pretty Ricky said playing a card. “I spaced out.”
“It’ll be alright, Pretty Ricky,” Jon said scooping the book. “Stay low. We got you.”
“Yeah, we family,” Kay said turning his head from the movie.
The boys played cards, talked shit, got high and watched a couple more movies. Later they all went their separate ways.
Don was hungry, high and horny. There was only one person who could satisfy his needs; Renee. Driving to the apartment he rented for Renee, Don became aroused. His lust for Renee’s 36D’s bouncing up and down made him go faster. Don turned into the parking lot. He noticed the living room lights were out. Don hoped Renee hadn’t gone to sleep.
He entered the apartment and smelled the strange odor. The apartment was dark. The only light coming from the bathroom in the back. Don heard music playing from Renee’s bedroom. He walked to the bedroom trying to figure out the strange smell. Don turned the knob on the bedroom door hoping Renee was sprawled out on the bed wearing something sexy. He slowly pushed the door open. Renee was lying but naked on the bed with a glass dick hanging from her hand.
“What the fuck is your problem!” Don screamed as he charged Renee.
Renee dropped the crack pipe to the floor turning white as ghost. Renee was beautiful. She stood five-foot one, had long black wavy hair, honey color eyes. She was half black half white, very light skinned with a body like a goddess.
“What the fuck you tripping for?” She shot back as if she had done nothing wrong.
“I can’t believe you, you a crack-head.”
“Shi-i-i-t nigga! I ain’t the only one in this room that fucks around.” She jumping from the bed with her big titties bouncing up and down.
“What the fuck you talking bout? I don’t fuck with that shit.”
Don was inches away from her face.
Renee poked out her lips and folded her arms. “I already know you ain’t Mr. Clean, Twon told me.”
Don smacked Renee across the bed.
“Bitch, don’t be lying on my brother like that,” he said then jumping on the bed and smacking her twice. “Bitch, get your shit and git the fuck up.”
Don’s handprints were implanted on the sides of Renee’s face. Tears flowed as she crawled out of the bed and started dressing.
“I’m sorry. I’m soo sorry.” She kept saying.
Once she was fully clothed she grabbed Don’s arm and said. “Please baby I’m sorry. I know I fucked up but…”
“Get the fuck out!” Don said snatching his arm out of her grasp.
Renee slowly walked out of the room and slammed the apartment door.
Don put the incident behind him and took out his phone book. He was a player again.
