The young females frolicking through the small house, was enough to make any frat party an instant success. The music was loud and the weed smoke was thick. Making my way to the back, I found Shell in bed with two chics. One white, one black. The white girl although visibly her looks were just average, had the most beautiful set of natural tits that I’d ever seen. The black chick who was tar black with her clean shaved pussy on display for the world to see, wore a black silky weave that flowed down her back, and had a huge pair of “soup cooler” lips that looked tailor made for sucking dick. None of them seemed to have a care in the world about their nakedness.
“Banks! What’s up bru? Long time no hear from. You want some of this vanilla chocolate ice cream?” Shell grinned, squeezing one of those prize winning titties of the white chics. “I got that superpower for you my nigga.” Shell smirked, holding up a bag of what I knew was heroin, before using his pinky nail to scoop out and inhale two huge snorts.
“Nah dog I’m good. That’s yo thing.”
“Suit yourself homeboy. You don’t know what your’e missing.” Shell laughed as he used his pinky nail again to give each girl a hefty sniff.
“Trust me I know, and I ain’t interested. Yo, why haven’t I heard from you dog? I know you heard what happened?” I asked Shell wondering if that was guilt I saw on his face.
“Yeah I heard but I didn’t think to hit you up.” Shell looked away as he pushed the girls to the side and slid out of bed. “Ay yo, that white bitch got some smoking head! She a senior across the street at Central. Straight freak majoring in Criminal Justice.” Shell leaned in and whispered to me as if my previous question was unimportant.
“Man put yo fuckin pants on! I don’t wanna see yo naked ass!” This nigga was making that shit a habit! “I’m gonna go back up front. Come holla at me when you get dressed.” I turned and walked out without waiting for a response. A few short minutes later as I sat in the front room watching Flame, fingerfuck a short, slightly heavy young black girl, Shell emerged from the back in a wife beater and LRG sweats. A large chrome handgun was tucked snuggly into his waistband.
“What’s up bru? What you wanna talk about?” Shell leaned against the doorway. For some reason, his tone seemed a little heavy to me. Or was I trippin?
“Did you do it?” I tried to catch him off guard with my directness.
“Do what nigga? It’s too early in the morning for all these motherfuckin questions!”
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about nigga! Monique motherfucker! My money!” I shot to my feet!
“Slow down cowboy.” Shell let his hand rest on the butt of his gun. “Flame get these bitches outta here.” Shell ordered, as like an obedient servant, Flame jumped to his feet and started to rouse and round up the chics around the house. Rapidly they were hustled out the front door, half naked, drunk, and high, as Shell and I stared each other down. Once the last girl was out, Flame locked the door and
posted up like a guard in front of it. I knew the nigga was a straight bitch. A studio gangster to say the least. “Now, who the fuck, do you think you is nigga? Coming up in my crib accusing me of anything?”
“Nigga fuck that! The last time I saw you, you were supposedly headed to Charlotte! I tell you I’m headed out too, and just by coincidence I come back home to a dead girlfriend and an empty motherfuckin safe! That’s what you want me to believe? Nigga fuck that! I guess it’s also just a fuckin coincidence that I ain’t seen or heard from you since!”
“First of all, homeboy; you the one I should be asking the questions! You aint seen me because the word is that you had a ratchet charge and a parole violation that somehow mysteriously got dismissed! Niggas aint feeling that bru!”
“So, what the fuck you saying?”
“You know what the fuck I’m saying! I don’t know if I can trust you right now!”
“You bitch made ass nigga,” I snarled out. “Motherfucker I’m the realest nigga in these streets! If I go down, I go down! Nobody else! I’m a soldier nigga! I’ll die on my feet before I live on my knees! And motherfucker if I get conformation that you had something to do with this shit….”
“You what? What the fuck you gone do nigga?” Shell cut me off as he pulled the gun from his waistband and held it at his side. My body tensed. “Yeah that’s what the fuck I thought. Shit happens nigga. Get over it! You always call yourself looking down on me, but who the fuck, are you? Yo shit stink too nigga! All I tried to do, was help you nigga! And still you think you better than me! Well guess what? Fuck you, nigga! Now you see your shit stink too! Talking about you a soldier. You aint built for this shit nigga! You a schoolboy! You took credit for some shit I did and ran with it. Now I guess they see who the real gangster is. You aint bout this life. Go find yourself another dumb ass broad, settle down and have some kids.”
“Put the gun down gangster and we can settle this like men.” It took everything I had in me to hold back the fury that begged to be unleashed. He had a gun in his hand though, and I didn’t. A mistake on my part. I shoulda came heavy. Just another rule to the game. You do not run up on a nigga with a gun in his hand. Ever.
“Homeboy, for you to bring some shit like this to me tells me one thing. You don’t give a fuck about me, so I don’t give a fuck about you.” Shell raised the gun from his side and pointed it at me. I didn’t run. I didn’t cower. My rage wouldn’t let me. If he killed me then fuck it. It would be over. But if he didn’t, this shit was just getting started. “I’m gonna tell you this one time. The next time you decide to come at me on some bullshit, meaning without proof, make sure you come strapped, or I’m gonna sing your punk ass a lullaby. You aint better than me. I run these streets, not yo punk ass! Now get up outta her before I forget I know your mama. Flame, open the door for this nigga. He decided not to stay.”
“So that’s how it is huh?”
“Yeah. Just like that. Now scram nigga.”
I smiled, simply nodded my head, and backed my way out the door.