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Later on that night, I had a heart to heart discussion with my partner, Retally8. It was about my liability. Lola was already throwing around her weight and the hoes were everything, but happy. Lola was being petty and picking. Not only did she have dirt on me, but she was also stirring the pot and making my family unhappy. Conversely, Israeli did not return and this was not like her. Maybe, she was still pissed about being smacked. I was concerned, but I acted numb to the fact. Israeli was a sound product and I knew she’d be back. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when.
"Where's Israeli C?" asked Retally8.
"The bitch playing renegade tonight," I replied dryly.
“Israeli? That's odd," he responded with a troubled look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm gone go checkout the tracks and see what’s popping."
Immediately, Lola wanted to follow. She suggested, "Let me come."
"No," I pointed for her to stay put. I didn’t like the itch in her eye and I needed to clear my head. I walked down the street and searched the areas where my girls worked. Here I was chasing a hoe, but shit this hoe brings daddy long dough. Over all, Israeli was my number one hoe, but I couldn’t afford to kiss her ass. Coldness and eeriness pressed my spirit, so I placed my hand on my pistol as I drove through the track. Much as I hated to admit it, I missed Israeli, her laughter, and the little sweet shit that only she would do. She wasn’t dry and dull like these other dirty cock-sucking bitches. Hopefully, a john didn’t hurt her. I was genuinely worried about her. Imagine that.
My search was fruitless. It was early in the morning and the birds were singing. Now that she didn't come home, I realized that something was very wrong. Why do I let my ego do all of my thinking for me? Maybe she hopped on a train and left me for good. I knew that she loved me and hitting her probably hurt her feelings more than it hurt her physically. Hell, I didn't even smack her that hard. Suddenly, I realized at that very moment, yesterday was the first time that I ever hit Israeli.
As I was working my way back to the flat, I noticed Chi-town and Willie Mack sitting at a stoplight. Chi-town shot me a suspicious look. I eased my hand closer to my gun, but two police officers were parked across the street. Chi-town’s eyes were filled with mischief. He took a longer glance at me. I stared back at him without blinking just waiting for him to make one faulty move. Chi-town and Willie Mack’s facial expressions boldly sold their dissatisfaction with me, but fuck their satisfaction, I'm C-Note. Chi-town winked at me and smiled then slowly drove off. "What the fuck are they up to?" I asked myself. "Where is Israeli? I guess she is gone." I finally arrived back home after searching hours for Israeli.
Retally8 was sitting on the couch with Tisha sleeping on his lap. He looked over at the clock. "No go huh?"
I acted cool, but my head was throbbing with worry, "Naw, fuck the bitch. I'll do better without her anyway.” I paused and thought. Wont I? I couldn't explain this feeling, this sudden void, but I felt incomplete without her here in my arms. I guess it’s true; you always want what you can’t have. Tonight Unique would have to do. Even though Unique was prettier and her body was shapelier than Israeli’s but she's just not Israeli. What made Israeli so special to me? It was more than the money. Was it our common history of parental mistreatment? Something in her touch soothed me similar Grandma Betty. Damn, come home Israeli, come home. I snuggly held Unique's sweet flesh next to mine and cradled her bodacious body. Unique tossed her thick thigh on me and savored every second of my Jeckle and Hyde type of affection. If only I had felt remotely the same. For the first time ever as a pimp, I knew what it felt like to be lonely.
To my surprise, the next afternoon, Israeli returned. Far as the hoes were concerned, her return was unrequired, unrequested, unsolicited, and unremarkable. The girls smacked their lips and rolled their eyes as if to say ‘look at this bitch’. Lola got up and had instant fire in her eyes; she shoved Israeli down on the bed and slapped a chokehold on her. Lola smiled as she shook Israelis like a rag doll. I knew that Lola loved this opportunity. "Let me take it to this hoe C. Let me dive on this dashing bitch!" I held up my hand, and shook my head no. However, Lola backhanded her before easing up and going to sit down. Israeli held her face then sat up on the edge of the bed. Lola urged, “Daddy, you should let me beat that bitch down.” She looked at me then turned back to Israeli. “I smell deceit on this bitch.”
Although I remained silent, I couldn't believe or admit just how happy I was to see this hoe. Israeli gave me the saddest look I’ve ever seen. However, I knew that I would have to punish her because weakness would surely be pointless. My expression was one of stone. I stood up silently and pointed to the bathroom. Israeli obediently marched in the bathroom. I walked in and slammed the door behind me.
Before I could say anything, she got on her hands and knees in a worship position. With both of her hands pressed together she pled, "Please just hear me out C. Please, I swear to god just listen. Please Daddy. It's about Lola. She's been running around behind your back with Chi-town. He’s been paying her to set you up, that's how she has been able to come up with so much money. She calls him right after you make rounds. I love you C. You have to believe me C. Lola is a dirty back-stabbing bitch. Can’t you see that’s why she couldn’t wait to jump on me? She trying to shut me up by having you shut me out."
I looked in these fearful watery eyes, and focused on her quivering lips. She looked me straight in the face and seemed sincere, but why should I believe this runaway bitch? At this point, Israeli grabbed the back of my legs and pressed her warm tearful face on my foreleg. She cried like her life depended on it, “C she doesn’t mean you any good. For heaven’s sake C, why can’t you see through her? She’s bad news. I’m only trying to save you C!”
I shoved Israeli hard against the wall for the effect because I knew that Lola probably had her ears pressed against the door. Believability was just as important for the bitches as it was the niggas in the streets. However, after a few seconds of reflection, I remembered that Lola was one hell of an actress, and I remembered how I paid her to set up Sundown, so her being paid by Chi-town was not a far stretch. I also found it kind of strange that Lola had made that kind of money on nights where Unique barely made shit, but I had to act uninterested in Israeli’s information at this point. I was a young pimp, but still a pimp. I screamed, "Where the fuck have you been? I don’t want to hear that bullshit." I shoved her into the wall once more and jolted her by her hair.
After breaking down sobbing for several seconds, she answered, "I slept in a cheap motel room on State Street. I didn’t know where else to go. I turned a few dates so that I could pay for my room and get some food. I was so hurt because all I wanted to do was help you, but you were so wrapped up in that rotten ragtag bitch that you wouldn't even listen to me. You know I never get out of the pocket with you C, never! She’s playing you C. I swear to God. You know that I would die for you C." Her eyes were deep and heartfelt. Seeing her cry pried a bit of bitchness out of me. I held her tightly in my arms, enjoyed the sweet fragrance from her hair, and just holding her tearful body in my arms made me feel alive.
I placed my hands on both sides of her face and lifted it up so that her eyes were locked with mine. I threatened, “Bitch, you know what I’m gonna do to you if you’re lying, right?” Every word was somewhat more difficult to deliver this time because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Israeli unless I absolutely had to.
On the contrary, I knew that I would have to make a great scene when I came out of the bathroom because all the bitches knew that Israeli was my favorite hoe, and they deeply resented when I showed her favoritism. Even Unique played seconds when it came to Israeli. Yet, Israeli had a valid point. Lola seldom ever out sparked Unique and I thought about how anxious she was to put her foot in Israeli’s ass. Maybe the deceit she smelled on Israeli was her own? Lola was indeed a sneaky bitch. I never fully trusted Lola anyway, but I have to catch everyone off guard with my next move. I flung open the bathroom door and shoved Israeli on the ground. I took off my belt and just stood over Israeli. I waited for a response before I proceeded.
Lola stood up and yelled, “Put it on that bitch C. Put your foot in that bitch’s ass!”
That’s when I spun around and snatched Lola by back of the head and slammed her face into the table. I yelled, "Get butt naked you snake bitch!"
She held her busted lip. She asked fearfully, “Why C? Don’t listen to that lying bitch C. C, after all we been through, why would I ever cross you?”
“Shut up you deceitful bitch,” I whipped her across the face with the belt and hollered, “Because I said so.”
She began to take off her clothes, but pleaded every step of the way, “C don’t do this. I swear that I would never betray you.”
I shot back, “Like you would never betray Sundown?” Lola’s face went blank. This was my opportunity to remedy the liability that Lola presented. Once Lola was naked, I bent her over a chair, gagged her with her filthy panties then hog-tied her with her fishnet panty hose. I gave them the belt and said, “Take turns beating this bitch. She betrayed the family.”
Needless to say Israeli grabbed the belt and swung away. Afterwards, the rest of the girls got in line and waited to whip Lola. I reminded them, “This is not a drill or an option. Either you beat her or join her!” The few girls that did have hesitation were instantly met with motivation. After they all pre-beat Lola, I told them all to leave the room. I just wanted to make sure that all of their hands were dirty.
Once they left the room, I walked around spewing tirades, “I let you into my family and you let this nigga infiltrate us. I killed that nigga to protect your branded ass.” Her eyes were wild with tears, but her tears could not flush away my anger. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that this bitch was up to no good. This explained Chi-town’s abnormal look on his face. He was laughing because this dirty bitch Lola was making me look like a straight sucka. Something ruptured inside of me and I commenced to beating the living shit out of her. I do mean living shit because by the time I was finished, she shit everywhere and her kidneys stopped functioning. She fell over with her welted shitty ass bleeding all over my carpet.
Afterwards, I called the bitches back in and stared them all directly in the face. "This is just like marriage, and when you leave—death will do us part. If I find out that any of you hoes are tipping around with Chi-town or any pimp—this is your fate." Unique glanced over at Ebony; her eyes were overshadowed with uncontested fear. I stepped over the crushed corpse. “Is there something you needed to say?” They quickly shook their heads no. “If any of you bitches think that you can run, tell, or hide, I hope that willing to put your life on the line to do it. Keep your mouth closed. The only lips that should be opening is those pussy lips to suck on trick’s dick, period.” Love had its limits, but fear had a way of filling the gaps.
Retally8 walked in and shook his head at me as if to say ‘Be a good pimp and pimp hard C, pimp hard.’
I asked him to help roll this bitch up so that we could drop her off where she belonged—in front of Chi-towns' place. This will wipe that little smile off of his jive face. Finding his little dead shyster should send him a message. Whores only had value to us pimps, if they were living. It amazed me that hoes had so little value to society. They were seldom reported missing and when they were found dead, the cops could care less plus there was seldom any family to complain or press the issue. It was a doggy dog world where it didn’t pay to be a bitch, especially a black whore bitch.
