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They got to Hurricane Alley around 10:30PM, because Flight Risk was getting at the broad name Jasmine who work at the 76 on Main St., across from Checkers. As they turned off Main St. in Sangaree, into the Hurricane Alley parking lot they notice that the parking lot was packed. Niggas were out there stuntin they ass off, and broads were out there on their job. He pulled up in front of the club playing Lil Ru “Don’t I look Good,” with his trunk slappin. He stopped in front of the club while all heads and eyes were on him, Flight Risk, and the car. His floaters were steady rockin’ as he stopped. Flight Risk sat halfway out the window blowing a book blunt enjoying the show. He started swervin through the parking lot making the car jump as he hit the gas and Flight held on.
“Ayy lil cuz turn around and park right in front of the club,” said Flight Risk.
He turned around around the car and backed into a parking space directly in front of the entrance. They both got out the car with the t.v’s and music still on while the car was running and sat on the hood. Soon as they sat down they could see them N.O.G boys coming down Main St. swervin from lane to lane. Them niggas been five lacs deep! As they pulled up to Hurricane Alley, they had their doors up, trunk slappin, and DUBS spinnin. The crowd was goin dumb as they pulled up. Skyp pulled in first with his ‘85 fleetwood on them 24 inch dubs, red on black candy paint, with one of his feet hanging out the door. Fuck off was written on his license plate. Lil Pistol was next in his ‘99 Brougham on some 24-inch dubs, pearl white candy paint, trunk waving showing his sounds and two 18’ screens. Then there was a 2001 CTS spinning, a ‘95 spinning, and a ‘89 spinning. All were on 24 inch Dubs with their doors up. Skyp was in front of the caravan and stopped in front of Doja’s car. Skyp got out of his car and dapped Doja and Flight Risk up.
“My nigga I smacked out! But I bout to park next to you and tell Lil Pistol them the same. Then we head in the club,” said Skyp.
“Everything mix but we gotta wait on Exotic. He should be pullin up in a minute,” he said as he bounced to his music.
“A’ight well I’m bout to park and then we gonna walk back over here,” said Skyp.
N.O.G slid off in their Lacs to go park, so they could all back by Doja and post as they waited on Exotic. Ten minutes later, Exotic pulled up in a ‘67 Skylark sittin on some 28 inch spinners, candy red two-toned paint and a convertible Louis Vuitton top. You could tell he had a monster under the hood, because he had a 400 big block written on the side of the car. As he pulled in front of Doja and Flight Risk he hit the button to let the top fold back. As niggas were dumbin, he lift his Lamborghini style doors up.
“Y’all waiting on me? My bad, I ain’t know which car to drive that would match my outfit,” said Exotic.
Doja, Flight Risk, Skyp and the squad started to laugh and told Exotic to park and hurry up. Exotic backed up and parked right beside Doja. Doja turned his car off and went to join his entourage. When they got to the door and didn’t have to wait in the long lines or anything like that.
“Yo Monty, my moms, aunt and their friend supposed to be coming here. So look out for them and make sure there’s no wait,” said Doja to the security guard.
Monty nodded his head. “I got you my nigga.”
As they dapped up and Doja walked off Monty noticed the $100 bill folded up in his hand with a lump in the bill. Monty opened the bill up and grinned at the three grams of purp. When he looked up Doja was in the club headed to the bar.
It was now around 11:10 and the club started to get real jacked. Doja and Skyp ordered three booths together in the private section of the club. They grabbed their drinks, a few girls, and a few pool sticks and headed to their section. It was niggas in the club who were doin their thang but niggas wasn’t doin it like them “Breaded Boys.” The “Breaded Boys” consist of two squads together, which were Doja’s squad “Dem Gutta Boyz” and Skyp's squad “N.O.G.” They were two different squads but together them niggas came as one. Sort of like the Black Mafia of the south. Doja, Flight Risk, Exotic, Skyp, and Lil Pistol sat to a table by their three booths as the rest of their entourage started stuntin and having a good time.
“Yo Skyp, I need to get another trap spot. Maybe on Otranto so that the heat could get off N.O.G on Ashley Phosphate,” said Doja.
Skyp nodded his head. “Lil Bra I already was thinkin bout that, but I didn’t come up with a good location. And Otranto is a good ass spot to open up shop to.”
The members at the table all nodded their heads in agreement.
“Lil Pistol, call your dog from off 5 and ask him how he rockin. If he rockin like us, and you know he certified put that nigga on heavy. Dog got a good connect on the tones, so he could get them shits for the low. My plug in Canada for a while,” said Doja.
Lil Pistol nodded his head. “I got you first thing in the morning, well after I recover because I fuckin something tonight.”
The members at the table laughed and shook their heads along with Pistol because they knew he was about to go trickin.
“One more thing. I got an idea but it's gonna take all of us to do this shit the right way. I want us to open two businesses for custom cars and motorcycles. That way when we have major shipments, we could just send a car carrying the work. They get a tricked out car plus some work. I mean, it's more to it, but that’s the simple version. Y’all think about it seriously. Then let me know, but for now let’s mix,” said Doja.
Everybody started laughing, held up their drinks and held up their custom charms. “Bitch we breaded to the max!” they all said in unison before they started laughing again.
Everybody was in the club mix out trying to take a hot girl to the telly. Doja got a text around 12:45AM, it was Destiny. She was trying to see where he was at but he ignored her text because she ignored him all day. In his mind he told himself that he would deal with her later but for right now he just was gonna enjoy his night with his comrades. A few broads came to the “Breaded Boys” section, and after a few pills and a few drinks in their system, Lil Pistol had the girls strippin. The whole squad started throwing fedy at them girls and everybody been in the club mix out. DJ Black was playing all the club bangers, and started giving shout outs to the “Bread Boys” because they always did it big. Around 2 o’clock Doja eased off outside and called Precious because she happened to come across his mind. Plus, he also said that he would call her and he wanted to keep that promise, no matter how late it was.
“Who is this?” asked Precious voice full of sleep.
“This Doja but I see you been gettin your beauty sleep so just get at me later,” he said. As he waited for a response he rolled a gar full of purp.
“I don’t need no beauty sleep because it’s already against the law for me to look this good. And what happened to you earlier Mr. Concerned?” she asked sarcastically.
“My bad lil mama and you right you don’t need no beauty sleep because you beyond beautiful. And I got tied up in something so I do apologize,” he said.
“Uh huh,” she said flatly.
Silence filled the phone before Precious finally broke it. “You must be mix out. Where you at the club? With all that noise in your background.”
He lit his blunt. “Yeah, I at Hurricane Alley but I bout to slide out and go to Waffle House or Denny’s and then head to the crib.”
“Yeah right, you all snatch and tryin to find something to fuck.”
He laughed so hard he almost choked on his blunt because that’s the last thing that he expected her to say. But he had to admit, he loved her forwardness. “Nah lil zeke ain’t nothing like that.”
“You bringing me some food since you woke me up?” she asked.
“What you want?” he asked grinning.
“Whatever you get and when you coming?”
“I bout to go tell my people I bout to ride out then I on my way.”
“Alright just call me when you get outside.”
“A’ight,” he said as he hung up.
He got out of his car and headed back in the club. When he got in his section his comrades were were snatchin up broads and head towards the door. Flight Risk said that he and Skyp were bout to go to the Ramada with two bad ass broads and he would call Doja in the morning. Everybody was dapping up and headed to the parking lot when they heard a couple of rounds let off. Everybody with the “Breaded Boys” started to pull out their tones ready to squeeze. Bet they saw the little dude who was bussin jump in a crown vic and peeled out. Everybody got in their whips and slid off, All the “Breaded Boys” were headed to the room, except Doja who had other plans. He got to the exit to go to North Charleston and seen his best friend behind him. Exotic got to the light and let the top back, when he downed the windows to his car he had two bad bitches in the car with him. Doja let his window down on the passenger side, and told Exotic to holla at him when he got where he was going. Exotic nodded his head and when the light turned green both cars peeled out on I-26 headed to that North.
They raced all the way down I-26 until Exotic got off Trident exit headed towards Ladson side. Doja knew exactly where he was goin at, Exotic was headed to Planters Retreat where he had a duck off at. They blew the horn at each other and kept going their separate ways. Doja got off on Aviation, ordered him and Precious some food, and when he was leaving the Waffle House on Aviation, he called Precious and told her to be up. He got to Precious spot about 15 to 20 minutes later because he took a detour because blue ball got behind him. He played it cool and smart though. When he pulled up, Precious came outside in some booty shorts that fit her body perfectly, a white t-shirt, a silk scarf on her hair, and some Jordan's she just threw on to bring Doja a parking pass because she knew that he would be there the rest of the night.
It was only a little pass three in the morning but it was still early. Doja grabbed their bags and two Red Bulls he bought before he went to the club. He hit the lock button on his car and he set his viper alarm. He walked in the apartment following behind Precious and was thinking to himself that she had to be his gal. As he walked through the door she stood there in the doorway for him to enter. After he got inside, she closed the door and put all three locks on the door. The chain, the deadbolt, and the doorknob. She told Doja to follow her in the bedroom, and as Doja walked through the apartment he noticed that she had good taste. But he was gonna deck her crib out if she played her cards the right way. She flopped down on her bed, kicked off her sneakers and looked over at him.
“You know, if my food cold you is going in the kitchen to warm my food up in the microwave.”
He stared at her with a grin. “You think so huh?” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Can I kick my sneakers off?”
“Yeah but you might not want to because I’m gonna steal those Will’s,” she said smiling as she reached for her food bag.
“I got you tomorrow when we get up. We’ll go place you a order for a couple pair of sneakers from my dog,” he said.
“Yeah I hear ya and you lucky my food still kind of hot,” she said.
They started laughing and he lit the half of blunt that he had in his ear, that he was smoking in the car. Precious was eating her food while Doja smoked away. He had kicked off his shoes, took his chain and bracelet off, put his money and little bit of drugs left on the table beside the bed. He pulled his Glock 40 off his waist from his Gucci belt, and placed it on the table. He thought Precious was going to say “nothin wrong,” because they gave each other a crazy look. But it wasn’t nothing negative, because she was feelin him and he was feeling her. It just was, she didn’t know how he was gonna react when she pulled her hi point 380 out from under her pillow to put it in her dresser drawer, since he had his tone right there.
“Doja, you’ll reach under my pillow on my side and put my gun in that first drawer since I’m eating and your gun is right there,” she said. It wasn’t a question but more of a statement.
He looked at her and a grin slid across his face. “I got you.” He did as she asked him after he hit the blunt a little more. In his head he knew already knew that she was in fact gonna be his gal. It was just a matter of time.
“Damn, can I hit the blunt and why you ain’t eating?” asked Precious as she took the blunt from him and smiled.
“I good lil mama, I just want to post with you and be stress free. But can you put it in the microwave for me,” he said with a smile on his face.
“You lucky I was going in the kitchen any ways to throw this trash in the garbage and get something to drink. Because fucking around with you a bitch will choke with nothin to drink.”
They both laughed as she got up but he thought quick.
“I bought you one of these Red Bulls see there.”
“Quick thinking.”
She walked into the living room, then into the kitchen. She was thinking to herself that she had to holla at Keema first thing in the morning. She hadn’t had sex in a while because she said all niggas wanted to do was fuck and not be in a committed relationship, but if it came down to it tonight she would sex Doja up real good and make sure that he never forgot her.
Doja sat in the bed thinking to himself about Precious and Destiny. Destiny had to go, because he knew about Marcus from Ravenel who she was fuckin for about six or seven months. But he never said anything yet because he already had a plan for those two. Their time would come real soon. He would've never expected it from her and the only reason he followed up on it was because a lot of people were in his ear about it. Precious came back into the room and took off her t-shirt but she had a tank top on underneath. He already had his shirt off with his black tank top on and was flipping through the channels to get to Cartoon Network.
“Let me find out you watch Cartoon Network to,” she said.
“Lil zeke you gonna find out a lot about me if you want to,” he said as he looked at her.
She got under the covers trying to figure out what it was about this young dude that had her thinking sharp. She pushed it to the side though and decided to just enjoy his company for now. “Doja, two things.”
He looked at her in her eyes. “Anything.”
“Can you hold me, but I ain’t trying to have sex or tease you. It’s just that I haven’t felt a vibe the way I do about you in a long time. And what got you drawn to me?”
He looked at her closely before he spoke. “If you allow me to hold you, I ain’t never gonna wanna let you go. Don’t worry about the sex, we can do that when you want to start. And I’m down for you because I got a thing for them red bones.”
She laughed. “Don’t get fucked up fuckin wit Boosie.”
They both laughed and said, “And I like it, I like it,” at the same time.
“I always was drawn to you but I never could’ve brought myself to get at you. But today I felt something, and then I did, ya feel me. But we’ll be able to know a lot about each other, but for now just let me ease your mind.”
She smiled, scooted closer to him as he let her head rest on his chest and his hand rested on her thigh. She drifted off in no time because they were both high as hell. He stayed up another fifteen minutes looking at her before he fell asleep himself.
On the other side of town, off in the cut at the Ramada, Flight Risk and Skyp were there with two bad broads, and them niggas was mix out. Flight was hittin the dark skinned ‘phat up’ thing from the back while he pulled her hair. He was steady fuckin her and askin her how she wanted to be fucked next. She said that she didn’t care, she just didn’t want him to stop. While he was steady strokin her he stuck another pill in her mouth and stuck one in her butt with his thumb. On the other bed Skyp was fuckin the brown skinned broad and you could tell he was fuckin the shit outta her because she was digging her nails in his back as her knees were touching her shoulders. She kept saying harder and the little freak was getting freakier.
“I bout to bust,” said Skyp as he pulled out then all of a sudden the brown skinned girl took Skyp’s dick and put it in her mouth. She swallowed every bit of cum and then some. She started to lick on his balls and then she laid beside him and grabbed a cigarette.
A few minutes later Flight Risk was about to bust when the chick he was fuckin told him to bust on her face. As he did it, she continued to jack, suck, and lick the nut out and off of him. She then got up and went to the sink to rinse her face off, after she had grabbed some of the cum off her face with her fingers and placed it in her mouth. After she rinsed her face, she went and took a couple of drags off her homegirl cigarettes, kissed her homegirl for a few minutes and then went and laid beside Flight Risk.
Skyp and Flight Risk looked at each other and at the same time said, “Oh yeah them gal official.”
Skyp told the two females that they were about to be part of something but he had to make sure they were 100% plus loyalty. Flight Risk had agreed with his comrade. After the two girls finished passing the cigarette back and forth, Kita, the dark one spoke.
“So what’s up we switchin or what?” she asked with a devilish smile while playing with her tongue ring and pussy.
“I know right,” said Neesha.
Flight Risk and Skyp looked at each other like, what the hell did we get ourselves into, while grinning at each other as the girls switched places and took them on another ride.
Now, on a whole other side of town, Lil Pistol was posted with a broad he fucked every so often. She had happened to be in the club, and he took her home. He didn’t know the whole time, that the broad was a “Terry Brown” out to trap him off.
“Erika, you keep fuckin me and suckin me like that, girl I gone bust in you and get you pregnant,” said Pistol just filling her head up. Even though her neck game crucial and her sex game right, he couldn’t wife her, not Erika.
“Boy please, who you playin wit? Tell that shit to one of them dumb hoes,” she said.
He laughed because he already knew she was going to say something smart. In his head he thought he heard a door creak knowing that they were supposed to be there by themselves. Though Pistol was only fifteen he was fuckin bitches eighteen, nineteen, and older. He was a young nigga, but the little nigga bread been super long and that's why a lot of hoes tried to get at him. He was part of the “Breaded Boys” clique and their name spoke for itself, because all them niggas been young and stupid breaded.
Erika was nineteen years old with her own spot in some apartments in Sangaree because she went to college in front of Trident. Pistol laid on the bed smoking on the rest of his blunt while listening to some slow mix that she had playing.
“You want something to drink?” she asked.
“Some juice,” he replied.
Erika took a little long in the kitchen which made him a little nervous. He grabbed his Glock 17 with the extended clip from underneath the matress, and he placed it under the covers in his boxers. He heard Erika coming, so he acted like he was dozing off. She put the juice beside the bed, and got under the covers next to him. She said that she had to rinse off a little bit of dishes in the sink from earlier, but when he went in the kitchen when he first got there to grab a plastic bag to put the cigar guts in, the kitchen was clean with no dishes.
“Yeah,” he said and brushed it off because he knew she was lying. He said to himself if it came down to it he would clap this bitch and whoever else. She dozed off and he did to right after he text Skyp and told him where he was at but not to text back. But Skyp and Flight Risk were mixed out so they didn't see it anyways. He closed his eyes but soon they were opened again to the sound of two tones being cocked and aimed at him. Once he got his eyes focused, he realized that one of the people holding the two guns as Erika. “So that’s how you.’
But before he could finish, the light skinned dude hit him in the face drawing blood from the right side by his eye. “Nigga, fuck all that where you put the book bag you came in here with?”
Lil Pistol knew for sure that them boys had planned this shit. “That shit at the foot of the bed, behind that bitch shoe boxes.”
“I knew he came in here with it. I just didn’t know where he put it,” said Erika to the light skinned dude.
Lil Pistol sat thinking in his head, why she had to be slimy, but fuck it. She had to die with dog and he would show no remorse. As the light skinned dude knelt down by the bed in one swift motion Lil Pistol bust three rapid shots from under the cover. Two shots hit Erika in the chest and one caught her in the face. The light skinned dude jumped up and Lil Pistol rolled off the bed. As he rolled of the bed, he squeezed three more rapid shots. He caught the dude once in the throat, and twice in the face. He jumped up and threw on his clothes as quick as he could, grabbed his book bag and left out the back sliding door. He made sure not to touch the sliding door on his way out. As he ran through the cut he was glad he parked in another apartment complex down the road. He did that because Erika said she didn’t have anymore parking passes.
As he got closer to his car, he hit the remote start to crank his car. As he hopped the fence into the next complex he made sure that he wasn’t seen. He came out the breezeway as if he was talking to somebody. Lil Pistol looked into the breezeway and said, “I’ll make sure I call you when I get to the barber shop later.” He lifted up his door, got in it, turned the key on, and let his door back down. He backed out of the parking lot and headed to his spot. He got on the phone and tried to call Skyp, it was 7:15AM still kind of dark but it was damn near daylight. He called Skyp again and left a message. “Big Bra get at me asap. Terry Brown, mix, ya feel me. Erase this once you hear it. Call me, I’ll be at home.”
He wasn’t nervous because it wasn’t his first time wettin one, but he had sort of digged Erika. Around 11 o’clock, Flight Risk and Skyp got up still feeling snatched because they had just not too long ago dozed off. Skyp listened to his messages and jumped up putting on his clothes.
Flight Risk walked out of the bathroom from taking a piss and looked at Skyp. “Yo what’s wrong my nigga?”
Skyp looked up at him. “Situation situation type of thing.”
No more was to be said because they knew how to talk in codes and understood the shit. Flight Risk threw on his clothes, woke up Kita and Neesha and told them that him and Skyp were going to slide out. He peeled back a couple hundred dollar bills, and told the girls to go to the mall, do some shopping, and to make sure they called to let them know they made it home safe. The girls said a’ight and they wanted to get back up today.
Skyp looked at Flight Risk and then back at the girls. “Buy something that’ll turn heads on the back of our bikes.”
Then they started grinning as they left out of the hotel room. Skyp told Flight Risk to drive, so they both lifted the doors up, and got in Skyp’s lac. As they were pullin off Skyp called Lil Pistol.
“Hurry up, I at the spot. You need to see the news. I already called the squad, everybody gonna meet later at the dog kennel after the news goes off,” said Lil Pistol.
“Mix,” said Skyp as he hung up the phone. Skyp told Flight Risk to drive the spot on Pepper Hill. Flight Risk got on I-26 headed towards exit 209.
Doja was just waking up to a beautiful female who looked even more beautiful when she first got up. His sidekick was chirping allowing him to know he had a text message and it just came thru. The text simply said “Live 5 news now.” He acknowledged Pistol’s number and changed the channel from Cartoon Network to the news. The reporter came on and said, “We are here live at an apartment complex in Sangaree, where two bodies were discovered this morning. A female by the name of Erika Simpson, who was a college student, and an unidentified male. Ms. Simpson was shot twice in the chest and once in the face. The unidentified male was shot once in the throat and twice in the face. Both bodies had .38 revolvers gripped tight, and cocked in their hands, but neither one got a shot off. No suspects or leads have been reported at this time but police say it looks like it was a set up. In other news, right down the road approximately 15 to 20 minutes away, another body was found in a ‘00 Dodge Charger outside the Hurricane Alley night club. Male was identified as Tyrone Hicks of the Summerville area, he was shot point blank range with a .50 caliber Desert Eagle. A .50 caliber shell casing was found on the passenger side floor, along with a cell phone right outside the car. Police expect a drug deal or robbery gone bad. More updates will be posted later . Now back to you in the studio.”
Doja sat up with a distinguished look on his face because he knew Erika and Tyrone. Erika was one of Lil Pistol’s lil hot girls and Tyrone came through every so often to cop a big 8 or getter. He got up and began to put his things in his pockets,
“Listen lil one,” he said to Precious “I got to slide out but call my phone around 2 o’clock and be ready because I coming back to pick you up.”
“Aight but you good right? You knew them didn’t you?” she asked.
He looked at her. “Yeah they been real good peoples ya know.” He threw his tone on his hip, his chain on his neck, and told Precious to keep his herringbone bracelet because he was going to buy her the matching necklace when he came back. As he walked out of the door Precious stopped him and said for him to be careful out there on the block. He hit the remote start on his car and unlocked the door. He sat there for a moment allowing his car to warm up and rolled a blunt as he waited. He noticed some of the females admiring his car along with a few guys who were outside. But he didn’t notice the females looking out the window schemin’ on how they could fuck him. He backed out of the parking lot, lighting his blunt and blowing his horn to let Precious know he was out. As he went over the speed bumps he could see the females who were outside smiling and waving at him but he just gave a simple nod.
He placed his Savage Life CD in the deck, and put it on ‘laid way back’ by Webbie as he turned the sound up and exited out of Bay Side. As he drove past the graveyard he noticed Keema walking and blew his horn at her with a smile. She waved back at him with a big smile across her face. He was on his way to the kennel where their dogs were at in the country. He got to Campbell Thickett Rd., and turned down Wishbone ln where they had some land cleared out where their dogs were. By the time he got to the end of the dirt road, a few more cars were behind him headed to the same place he was. Skyp, Flight Risk, Lil Pistol and Exotic were already there and a few more members were not far. He got out of his car, gave everybody daps and the usual greetings. They all walked from where their cars, trucks, and a few motorcycles were parked and headed to the area under the big open tent. As some of the members lingered about and discussed what they did after the party at the club last night, Skyp, Doja, Flight Risk, Exotic and Lil Pistol sat to a table and discussed the situation at hand. Lil Pistol broke down the whole scene from beginning to end, for his niggas. They all sat there for a minute before Doja finally spoke up.
“Who seen you leave with Erika last night?” asked Doja.
“Nobody, because she was already walking outside before anybody was out there. I seen her and text her telling her to get in my car. I was on my way out the door,” said Lil Pistol.
“Good, but damn, her phone got your text in it,” said Doja.
“So, I got her phone. Well I had her phone, that shit in the swamp somewhere. The chip one place and the phone another place,” said Lil Pistol.
The squad broke out laughing.
“Lil nigga you watch too much first 48,” said Skyp and they laughed even more.
“Now do any of our squad got shit to do with Ty murder?” asked Doja breaking the laughter.
Everybody looked around and said “Nah.”
“Lil dog must’ve got shot when them shots rang out last night,” said Doja.
“That’s another issue, for another clique. Ty been good people and his money was good bread. We’ll pay our respects but he ain’t none of us. So everybody stay on point,” said Skyp.
Everybody shook their heads and acknowledged that Skyp was right. A moment of silence came across for Ty, then it got back to normal.
“My nigga I got to go to the crib to get right. Plus, I got to get my bike cleaned,” said Skyp to Flight Risk.
“Yeah me to. Let’s slide out,” said Flight Risk.
“Y’all niggas bringin the bikes out huh? Y’all must be got some bad bitches,” said Doja.
Exotic, Pistol, and Doja dapped each other up and started laughing. They knew those were the only time Flight and Skyp brought out the bikes, together.
“Yeah, plus the baseball game today and the car show Saturday. And what else is there to do on this nice ass Thursday?” said Flight Risk.
They all agreed and decided that they all would pull their bikes out today. Before they got ready to separate Doja called Skyp to the side.
“My head ache, my heart hurt, and my soul is cold,” said Doja.
Skyp knew exactly what Doja was saying. “Her first, him later.”
See Skyp already knew the whole situation about Destiny and Marcus, because Doja been told him. See Doja and Skyp followed Destiny one day, and she met up with Marcus at a room on ground level. Doja sat in the shadows of the window of the hotel room and watched Destiny get fucked for hours on in, and sucked on Marcus’s dick. Another day, he followed her to an abortion clinic, and she was there three or four hours. He had finally had enough and he was going to kill her himself, that was the purpose of the new car. See the 2006 Cadillac CTS was stolen from out of another state, but had the vend number switched. So he made her feel good by telling her he ordered the 2006 Cadillac, four months before they came out from a car dealer. See he did order the car from a car dealer, but not your average dealer. And the car was untraceable, no low jack or none of that shit.
“I’ll make it look like a carjacking gone bad,” said Doja as he snapped out of his trance.
“I have taught you well my boy,” said Skyp with a smile.
The two threw a few fake blows at each other and headed to their cars. Everybody said that they would get up later once everybody got dressed and stuff. Doja told everyone to meet at the Wal-Mart on Main St. around 5 o’clock. Everybody got in their cars and slabbed out. Doja got in his car and it was only around 1:35PM, and soon as he threw his phone on the seat, his blackberry started to ring, playing “Why you thug me?” by Lil Boosie so he already knew it was Destiny callin.
“Yeah,” he said as he answered the phone.
“Damn, you don’t know that you have a home and a girl?” said Destiny getting smart. She couldn't believe he had stayed out all night. It wasn't something that he usually did and she was worried about him.
“Miss me with that shit. You ain’t answer me none yesterday but that was yesterday so let it stay there. You at the spot?” he asked a little aggravated because she had the nerve to question him about his whereabouts when he knew the reason she didn't answer was probably because she was sliding down that nigga dick.
“Yeah.”
Soon as she answered he just hung up. He had nothing more to say to her. He then called Precious and told her that he would be there around 2:30PM or 2:40PM and she said a’ight. She was cool with that because her and Keema were at her house blowing a gar. Soon his phone ding and saw that Precious had sent him a text that said Keema had the day off and that he could bring Exotic and that they could get her shoes Saturday when they went out of town. He had to read the text again because Precious had made up her mind to go to North Carolina with him. So he text back and said, “everything mix.” He then got on the phone to call Exotic.
“After you get dress and get yo bike cleaned, meet me at my spot on Sandpiper Ln and don’t bring nobody with you. I got you a passenger,” he said.
“A’ight. She better not be ugly, I’ll call you when I on my way,” said Exotic.
They agreed then hung up. Doja pulled up on Sandpaper Ln. quaken. He backed up his car all the way to the front porch and then got out hitting the lock button on his remote, and set the alarm.
“How you doin Mrs. Emily?” said Doja to his Italian neighbor.
“How you doing my boy? How is yo mama? Tell her to give me a call,” said Mrs. Emily in her heavy Italian accent.
“Okay,” he said as he unlocked his front door. As soon as he walked in the house, he wished it was Precious who was inside waiting on him. But it would be, really soon.
“Where you been at last night that you couldn’t come home?” was the first Destiny said when she walked out the master bedroom. She wanted to talk to him and he wasn't just going to push her to the side.
“Girl please you better find somebody to play with,” he said as he walked to the kitchen to get a Red Bull from the refrigerator when he noticed a note on the table from Destiny.
Dear Doja,
No letter, but a simple note. We have been together for a long while, but I think that we need a break from each other. I’m going to stay with a friend to collect my thoughts, and find myself. I understand that you are trying to build a career but where do I come in? The last few months have not been the same. I love you and thank you for everything.
Love Always,
Destiny
Doja sat there for a minute, dropped the note on the table and walked straight into his bedroom. He notice that Destiny already had her things inside her car, and was ready to go. Destiny sat there on the arm of the chair, looking towards the plush carpet. He was in the room separating some money, as Destiny came towards the bedroom. He stood up and threw five stacks at Destiny. The money hit her face and flew everywhere. He then slammed the door in her face, and walked into his personal bathroom and took a shower. When he got out of the shower he laid a pair of Rocawear jeans, a Rocawear t-shirt with the tag still on it, a pair of red ankle socks, and a black wife beater across his bed when he noticed Destiny was still there. He dried off and began to pull on his clothes. After he got dressed he grabbed a brand new fitted from the top of his closet and headed into the living room putting his baby glock 17 on his hip. He sat on the couch lookin at Exotic roll up a gar, while he continued to put on his red and black Gucci Jordans.
Destiny stood up and started to walk towards Doja as he laced up his new Jordans. She knelt beside him and placed her hand on his knee as she looked up at him. “Doja can we please talk?”
He stood up and looked down at her. “Ain’t nothin to say. But when you leave, leave my house key, and make sure you lock my door please.”
A few tears began to fall down her face. She couldn't believe that this was going to be how it ended. “Just like that huh?”
He looked her in her eyes. “Just like that,” he said with no remorse in his voice. He told Exotic to come on through the side door, that led to the back yard, here Doja had his motorcycle in the shed. He locked the side door and told Exotic to open the gate. He pulled his motorcycle out of the shed and then closed it back. He grabbed his custom painted helmet with Gucci symbols all over it, with the Gucci fabric in the inside of the helmet and placed it on the gas tank as he pushed through the gate. Exotic locked the gate back and sat on the porch and lit the blunt as Doja cleaned his bike. Destiny came out of the house and Doja looked up at her.
“The car insurance ain’t due til August or September and I’ll send you the title to the car later. I got to go get it,” he said.
Destiny was still weeping trying to get Doja to talk to her but he paid her no attention. She got in the car and slid out. Soon as she pulled off Exotic walked over to Doja and passed him the gar. “Who is she? Where she from? And is she phat up?”
Doja hit the gar. “Her name is Keema, she from off the height, and zeke super phat up. And I fuck with her friend Precious.”
“Shiit! Hurry yo slow ass up so we can slide,” said Exotic as he went and sat on his 2005 Honda CBR with chrome rims and a two-tone candy red paint.
Doja threw the towel he was cleaning his bike with on the porch and got on his 2006 Honda CBR 750 boarded out to a 900 with chrome rims, black cranberry paint with Gucci symbols in the paint, a black leather seat with red Gucci symbols on it. He crunk his bike up and turned to look at Exotic. “I hope that you can keep up on that 750, you call a monster.”
Exotic looked at Doja. “Try me.”
Doja popped the clutch and so did Exotic as they pulled out the driveway. Doja stopped at the light to call Precious.
“What’s up sexy?” she said as she answered the phone.
He started to smile at the sound of her voice. “Listen lil mama I hope you and your girl Keema got on some shorts. And I hope y'all ready.”
Doja passed the blunt to Exotic as Precious laughed. “We can put on some shorts but why?”
“You’ll see, so go ahead and change because me and Exotic are on our way.”
“A’ight, we’ll be at the court with my brother.”
Doja said a’ight and then hung up. Exotic flicked the blunt and popped the clutch as he gunned the throttle. Doja pulled his goggles from off the top of his fitted he had on and popped the clutch. First, second, third gear ass he caught up to Exotic who was approaching the light. They made a left at the light and off they went with their pipes breathing loud on the way to pick up Precious and Keema. Doja and Exotic got off the exit by Leeds Ave and went the back way to Bay Side pass the Hub. As they were turning in, they saw a bunch of phat up bitches coming out they breezeways to see who were on the bikes that they heard. The girls waved but Doja and Exotic simply just nodded their heads.
They went around the the speed bumps because their bikes could slide through the side. They headed towards the back to where the basketball court was and Doja seen the two girls posted with a few other girls. They were all looking and waving. Doja and Exotic both turned their bikes around and sat on the curb. A few seconds later Precious, Keema, and a tall light skinned dude were headed towards them. Doja leaned against the gas tank while Exotic was doing the same, when they approached.
“Doja, this my brother Red. He stay in the front with his baby mama,” said Precious.
“What’s up my nigga? This my brother Exotic. Exotic this is Precious and Keema,” said Doja.
They said their hellos and what’s ups.
“Yo Red you any good with that ball? Because if you is I’m gonna need you on my team for the game next month. My barbershop throw a Jamboree every Summer for the hoods, ya feel me,” said Doja.
“Yeah my nigga I’m down. Get my number from my sister and get at me,” said Red.
They both agreed to get up later before Red walked off he stopped and turned around.
“Doja, Exotic! Y’all take care of them two girls there, I’ll bust a nigga head over them two,” said Red.
Doja looked Red in his eyes, pulled his shirt up a little to show his glock 17 and said, “Me to my nigga, me too!”
Red, Doja, and Exotic exchanged glares as if to say in silence ‘I respect that.’ Red headed back to the court as Keema got on the back of Exotic bike and Precious got on Doja bike. Doja and Exotic gave the girls the custom made helmets to put on, that matched their motorbikes. They crunk up, and headed out of Bay Side. As they headed out of the apartments niggas heads were turning at the super phat up things that were on the back of the motorbikes. Doja and Exotic went back the same way they came, and when they were getting on the interstate, they told the girls to hold on. As the girls leaned closer on their drivers, Doja and Exotic put their signals on and headed towards Main St. in Summerville. Doja got in the far left lane and opened his CBR up, not all the way because he had Precious on the back. But he opened it enough to let it be known that his bike would skat.
Right behind him was Exotic, leaning letting it be known that his bike was the truth. They got side by side in the middle lane when they got pass Ashley Phosphate exit, and they both shifted to fifth gear and cruised to the Main St. exit. They got off and headed towards Wal-mart. When Doja and Exotic got there, the squad was there, and deep. A few had girls on the back and a few didn't because they knew they would snatch something at the game. Skyp and Flight Risk were on Hayabusa's with Kita and Neesha. Kita was on the back of Flight Risk bike, and Neesha was on the back of Skyp's bike. And listen, them girls been lookin sexy in the shit they had on.
As they was pullin up, Lil Pistol was coming from the other way on his 2005 Yamaha 900. He had another one of his hot girls on the back, who was named Shantell. Shantell was from Goose Creek, and she was Lil Pistol’s certified Gutta Bitch. They all chatted for a few minutes, then they all crunk up and headed to the baseball game in Cross. All the bikes got on I-26 and got off on exit 187 in Pringletown. The squad was 30 or 35 deep, on some real expensive bikes. They rode down Hwy 27, the back way to Cross, pass McDougal and through the Country Roads. When they got to the softball game, the parking lots were packed as can be. It was so packed that cars lined both sides of the roads and cars were parked in some people's yard.
The “Breaded Boys” maneuvered they way through the parking lot, and parked their bikes in the sections where cars couldn't get. Bikes were out there but niggas weren't stuntin like the “Breaded Boys.” They got off their bikes and headed toward the field where the crowd was at. They stopped by the concession stand, got a few drinks of sodas and waters because alcoholic beverages are a “no no” for the “Breaded Boys” when they on the motorbikes. The squad mixed and mingled with a few known big timers and a few niggas who were trying to come up. About two hours after being out there to the field, Doja told Skyp that him and Exotic were about to slide and ride to the Isle of Palms.
“Before you let her in, you gotta make sure she ready. And if Exotic plans on doing the same, the guidelines go for him and Keema,” said Skyp.
Doja nodded his head. “I know what you mean. And that time will come and I won't slip like I did with Destiny. She left today and wrote a note ya feel me.”
Skyp looked at his comrade. “More better for you. Your plan can fall out perfect on your behalf. But you need to keep Precious, she got a vibe about her.”
“Yeah, I know. Oh yeah and her brother gonna be on our team for the Jamboree. Dog got to be at least 6’7,” said Doja.
They both laughed. Doja and Exotic, along with the girls said their goodbyes and headed to the bikes. Precious got on the back of Doja's CBR, and Keema got on the back of Exotic’s bike. Precious leaned toward Doja’s ear and stuck her tongue on his ear lobe.
“Where we headed now?” she asked as she slid the helmet on.
“Lil mama anywhere that you wanna go,” he said.
Both girls hung onto their bikes as Doja and Exotic maneuvered through the parking lot. Doja and Exotic lined their bikes up in the middle of the road, made sure no cars were coming, and they both started smoking their back tires. As they did that, Precious and Keema leaned up and started shaking their asses like they were in a video. As heads turned towards them, the whole “Breaded Boys” squad because they were dumbin on their bikes with two bad bitches. The two girls sat back down and Doja and Exotic eased off the front brakes as the tires still burned out causing a big cloud of smoke. They stopped smoking their tires and popped the clutch and they both shot off down the road as everybody stood in the road looking to see who would get to the stop sign first. Doja made the winning move, he slowed at the stop sign, made sure no cars or trucks were coming and he kept going.
Exotic followed Doja doing the same thing as they headed the same way that they came. Once they got on I-26, they headed back toward the Isle of Palms way. They stopped at the Wal-mart on Main St, so that the girls could get some jeans and a sweater to put on because it was getting a little nippy, but it was still very nice outside. After the girls put their stuff on, they got back on the CBR’s and headed for the beach. They got to the beach around, ten something that evening. The two couples walked together, as they shared a fat blunt of purple and walked with their feet in the water. After the blunt was gone, the two couples separated for a while. Doja and Precious stopped right under the catwalk, and Exotic and Keema continued to walk a little further up.
The blanket that Doja bought right at the Surf Shop, was wrapped around Precious’s shoulders as he walked behind her, holding her. Exotic had the bought wrapped around him as Keema sat between his legs and he covered both of them with the blanket. Doja and Precious were talking as the high tide came up a little closer to them, and they ran a little further away from the water giggling, holding each other as if the water would swallow them. Precious leaned her back towards one of the catwalk's post, as Doja stood in front of her. Doja stared in her eyes and Precious broke the silence.
“What you see something you like Mr. Doja?” she asked.
Doja liked how spontaneous Precious was. So he spoke what was on his mind. “Not a something but a beautiful someone. Why is it a problem for me to stare at you?”
She smiled. “Yeah, if you're not going to say something or do nothing.”
She was giving him a hint because she had really enjoyed herself and was feeling him. But she didn’t know if he had caught onto what she had just said but then he spoke up.
“Would I be wrong if I did this?” he asked as he leaned forward and kissed Precious deep and she kissed him back passionately for a few minutes.
She stopped him and looked at him in his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t be wrong but you gotta mean it. And I’m not for no games Doja.”
He looked her in her eyes. “Lil one I got you as long as you allow me to have you. But before it’s said and done, I’m a real street nigga and to be with me you gotta be all in or none at all. And I want you to be all in because it’s something about you and I can’t let you go. So are you willin to be all in?”
She looked at Doja and then she turned to look at the water in a daze. Doja slightly turned her head back towards his face.
“Don’t hold me to the next man mistakes, the nigga before me because you and I both can miss out on something we both can give each other to make each other happy.”
Precious looked Doja in his eyes. “Doja, if you give me your word you won’t hurt me, I’m all in. And I know the rules of being a ‘street nigga’ girl. I’ve been one before and that nigga hurt me more than I thought any man ever could.”
He smiled. “I promise I’ll never hurt you, but you gotta promise not to hurt me. I've dealt with a disloyal female before and I don't think my heart could take it again.”
“I promise and I’m all in.”
They hugged each other tight, and started to kiss again. Doja laid the blanket on the sand as Precious took off her sweater and pants and laid back on the blanket. He took off his shirt and caressed Precious’s breasts as he kissed her all over her neck. As he kissed her she reached down and began unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans. He started sucking and kissing on her nipples and breast as he unbuckled the shorts she had on under her jeans. He started to kiss her flat stomach as he eased her shorts and panties down her legs. He got off of her as he slid down his pants and his boxers. He was hard and she was steady stroking his dick, as Doja continued to kiss her from her lips, to her neck, to her breast, to her stomach and then he was there to her pussy which was soakin wet. He lifted her legs up, spread her pussy lips apart, and he started sucking and licking all over her pussy making her shake. He ate her pussy for a few more moments until she was moaning, shaking, and yelling out his name. As she came, he got up and they kissed for a few moments, as he eased his dick in her pussy, she jumped and told him to go slow.
He did as she wanted him to do and he entered inside her wet, warm, tight pussy nice and slow. He stroked her long and slow for a while as she called his name, nibble on his ear, and scratched his back. He stroked her like this until she really got into it and loosened up. Once she opened up a little more he sped up the pace, and she met his every move. They switched positions, and she got on top of him and was fuckin him like he had never been fucked and he was lovin it to. As she slowed up he flipped her over and entered her pussy from the back and fucked her brains out. He hit every spot, curve, and corner she had, just to let her know he was there to stay. He was about to nut and was about to pull out, but she tightened her pussy muscles together and told him not to. He nutted inside of her and he started to kiss her on the back of her neck and in the middle of her back. He took his wife beater off, tore it in half and wiped his dick off with one half and tried to give the other half to her.
“I want your sweet juices on me. Oh you gotta wipe off before you go home to your other girlfriend huh?” she asked with a smirk.
“I’m with my gal now and I’m staying at her house again tonight,” he said.
“Oh is that so?”
“Yep. Very much.”
They both got dressed and was getting up to go find Exotic and Keema but they ran into each other halfway.
“Damn bitch you need to do something with your hair,” said Precious to Keema. “And why you look like that?”
“Bitch I know you ain’t talking with that big ass grin on your face. And let Doja arm go some, he ain’t gonna run nowhere,” said Keema.
“I know he ain’t going nowhere,” said Precious as she kissed him on his lips gently.
They headed toward the bikes, through the catwalk post, and to the street. Precious and Keema threw the blankets in the trash and got on the back of the bikes. Doja and Exotic crunk up the bikes and the girls held on as they headed back to the North over the Cooper River Bridge.