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  “Watch your mouth and ain’t shit old about me. How was school today?” Yup, I lied to my daddy every day like I was going to school when I was actually out terrorizing the streets. When I came home, I took online classes. When it was time for me to walk across that stage, I could do so without him knowing a thing.

  “Boring as usual. All the girls do is talk about what boy they want to fu… have sex with and what they are buying at the mall.”

  “You and boo don’t do shit but talk about clothes and music. If I find out you’re talking about fucking, imma kick you dead in the pussy. You’re there to go to school not become a notch on a nigga’s list.” I was still a virgin and it was because I wanted to be. The streets and the thrill made me cum, I didn’t need a nigga for that. My daddy thought it was because I was scared to lose my pussy bone if he found out.

  “You know I don’t want those nasty boys, but maybe if you were getting some you could stop being so mean.” I knew my daddy has sex from time to time, but nothing serious. My mother’s death really did a number on him. I wish he would talk about it more, I think it would help. When I bring it up, he shuts all the way down.

  “Go do your homework. It’s almost time for dinner. I’m not about to have this conversation with you. Oh and Kalina, take that ugly ass wig off. Shit look tacky.” Laughing, I went up to my room. I liked wigs because I changed my color every day. You can’t beat that kind of versatility. Besides, a bitch was a boss, I could do what the fuck I wanted. My phone rung and it was my best friend Boo. She was in my crew as well. My left hand.

  “What up Breezy.” Looking around, I made sure security wasn’t lurking as I walked to my side of the house.

  “You going out tonight, or your daddy making you watch documentaries with him?” I couldn’t do shit but laugh, because my daddy was strict as shit.

  “Bitch, you know I’m about to be like ol Harriet singing wade in the water as I travel through them tunnels. I’m in that bitch like booty hair.” We both screamed from laughter.

  “It’s a damn shame you gotta go through tunnels and secret passages just to go outside. You’re twenty two when you gone stand up to your daddy?”

  “Bitch the day I’m ready to go see Jesus. You got me fucked up. You heard the stories and how people won’t cross him. Bitch, I’m one of those people. Nigga just threatened to kick me in the pussy.” We both laughed as I continued to rant about my daddy. “He don’t mean no harm. Whatever happened all those years ago fucked him up in the head, he just trying to protect me. Imma let him, but when he sleep imma be sneaking again.”

  “Bye bitch. I swear you do the most. Pick me up and drive the good car, I’m trying to stunt and you know Big Back ain’t going with his shit.” Hanging up, I laughed because she always called my God father Big Back. His name was Fat Back which meant the same, so I have no idea why she changed it.

  Pulling out my laptop, I logged on and did my work. It took me two hours and I was done. My daddy called me through the intercom to come eat dinner. We always ate as a family no matter what. I loved that about him. He was strict, but he was the best father a girl could ask for. I still got to be me and I got to be Roulette, what daddy didn’t know, didn’t hurt. And daddy damn sure didn’t know I was about to go shake this ass as soon as he went the fuck to sleep.

  A cup of scotch and thirty minutes after dinner, daddy ass was tired and on his way to his side of the house. I never knew why he always wanted to watch documentaries, but that’s how I learned about the streets. We were watching one on El Chapo. That shit intrigued me so much, my nipples were standing up. That’s when I knew the shit just ran through our blood line.

  Running upstairs, I threw on a Chanel body suit and some high top Chanel Sneakers. I was on my mellow shit tonight, so I threw on my black wig. I was a tom boy and nobody could get me in some heels. Most clubs wouldn’t let you wear gym shoes in a club, but my daddy was Vicious, so I could do what I wanted.

  Grabbing my purse, I made my way to the tunnel and came out on a road behind our house. The Bugatti was always parked back there, I assumed it was for a fast get away. Whatever the reason, I was always grateful. A bitch could sneak out in style. Driving off slowly with the lights off, I drove for two blocks before I took off into the night.

  Pulling up to The Sky Box, a club in Chicago, I looked over at Breezy. She looked worried, but I was excited as hell. It was her idea to go out and now she looked shooked. I had no idea what her problem was, but I was about to enjoy my night. Hoe was probably scared Glitch was going to find out. They been fucking around for a year now and whatever he tells her ass to do, I be thinking she got on heelies she be moving out so damn fast. Turning off the car, I got my ass out not giving her the chance to back out.

  “Breezy, that nigga aint your daddy. Bring your ass on, I didn’t sneak out and risk getting my ass buried for you to look scared the entire night. Why you worried about him, you better pray Fat Back don’t find out you fucking that nigga.”

  “Fuck Big Back, and I lied and told that nigga I was staying in. I just hope I don’t run into his ass out here in the streets hoeing while I’m trying to be a hoe.” Laughing, I handed my keys to the Valet, paid and walked in the club. Not trying to be around any and everybody, I paid for a table and headed to VIP.

  Waiting for them to bring our drinks, I looked over at Breezy and admired my friend. She was a bad bitch like me, but she didn’t fear shit. Half the reason her daddy let her do what she wanted, was because he knew she was gone do it anyway. Every time I did something, I thought my daddy was gone pop up screaming get the strap.

  Today she wore her hair straight, her daddy had a thing for exotic bitches, so Breezy was mixed. Columbian and black, but the only thing she represented was nigga. If her complexion wasn’t a pretty ass mallato color, you would never know she was mixed. She was only 5’1 and slim as hell, but you would never know it from how crazy she was.

  “I see some fine ass niggas in here tonight, fuck Glitch. I’ll be his in the morning, but tonight, this pussy for everybody.” Laughing, that made me realize another area we differed. She didn’t give a fuck about fucking; my ass just wanted this money. I didn’t need a nigga to nut, money made me cum. Booty by Blac Youngsta came on and I had to get up and shake this ass. Even though I was a tom boy, I liked to throw this ass in a circle every now and then.

  “Bitch, you always trying to show out. You know I ain’t got no ass, but I’m gone throw this back. Fuck you mean.”

  “Breezy shut the fuck up and look over at your six o clock. That nigga over there is staring me down. You think he knows who I am? Bitch get the strap.” When she laughed at me, I knew I was being paranoid.

  “He looking at you because you over here throwing that big chocolate ass in the air. Keep going so him and his friends can come over.” Shaking my head at her, I sat my ass down.

  “You got a nigga and I’m straight on that. I’m not on none of that shit tonight, I’m just trying to enjoy my night.”

  “Damn shame your daddy got you shook and his ass at home snoring and slobbing. I’m gone have to have a talk with my God daddy. Like listen here, she gone give this pussy away and your old ass gone let her do it.” We both laughed because nobody was that bold to go at Vicious.

  Continuing to pop bottles and enjoy ourselves, I laughed as Breezy made a fool of herself. Every now and then, I would steal glances at the mystery guy and he was always looking my way. Shit made me feel weird, but it was nice to have someone admiring me.

  The lights came on letting us know it was time to take our ass home and we headed out. As soon as we made it out front, shots rang out and everybody took off running. My ass was trying to get low and some bitch ass nigga knocked my wig clean off. It had to be windy as fuck tonight, now my wig done took off into the night air. Not about to be out there bad, I took off chasing it.

  Shots continued to ring out distracting me and I lost sight of my shit. Someone was literally shooting and we could die out here, but Breezy w
as laughing like a mother fucker. Sometimes I hated this hoe. Instead of helping me, this bitch ran on the side of me laughing. When I made it around the corner, the nigga from the club was holding my good hair like it was gone bite him.

  “Shorty you might wanna glue this down next time. At least it’s some smart ass hair. Niggas started shooting, and that mother fucking got gone. Shit beat you to safety. Got you out here looking like Freddy Jackson.” He was fine and all, but no nigga was gone talk to me like that. He had me and my seven hundred dollar hair fucked up. Snatching my wig, I dusted it off and put it back on my head. Cutting my eyes at Breezy, I gave her the bitch you better stop laughing look.

  “I was gone let you snatch my shit while you hit it from the back, but you just talked yourself out of some pussy. Go home and jerk off while thinking about me with your lame ass.” Not giving him time to respond, me and Breezy walked to the parking lot. I was a virgin and had no intentions on fucking him, but he didn’t need to know that shit.

  “Bitch, did you forget we used Valet? How the fuck we about to get the car?” Realizing the shooting threw me off, I stopped walking.

  “I’m not going back over there. Dude done had enough laughs off me. You go get the keys.” Rolling her eyes as she walked away, I thought about that nigga. He was fine as hell. His ass had to stay in the gym because his body was perfect. The niggas muscles was busting through his shirt and I was loving every minute of it. Even his skin was perfect, looked like the shit was a light chocolate bronze type of color. If I wanted a man, he would be it. You could tell he didn’t smile a lot, but he should because his shit was perfect. I could have gotten his name, but he didn’t deserve to have my shit. It was nights like this I wanted to scream, do you know who the fuck I am. Of course, I couldn’t but I wanted to. Breezy walked up with the keys and we looked around until we found my shit.

  “I should have given his ass your number since you wanna treat a bitch like the help. Got me fucked up.” I listened to her talk shit all the way to her house. Well, I could hear her saying something, but I was thinking about the disrespectful ass cutie.

  Two

  CAPONE

  Sitting at my desk, I closed my eyes as I got some head from my assistant. My mama hired her to keep track of the books, but I found out her head is better used for sex. Even that shit wasn’t all that good, but it helped me out when I was frustrated. Our family legacy was going down the drain and as much as we didn’t want to take on new clients, I had to find a way to move this weight.

  Technically, my mama was the plug, but I ran all this shit. She knew the business inside and out but she didn’t want to do the leg work. Her ass got off on barking orders. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought her ass killed my father herself just so she could be in charge. I couldn’t put that shit on her though, because everybody from the hood knew what happened to him.

  I refused to be that nigga and I ran my shit differently. His ass gave drugs to anybody that wanted a deal, I was a picky nigga. Hence, my current dilemma.

  “When I hired you for your head, this wasn’t what I had in mind. Go brush your teeth and get the fuck out of my office. You’re fired. Son, if you want to be the head of an organization, you have to make better decisions.” Pushing the girl off me, I fixed my clothes. Just the sound of my mama’s voice made my dick go soft.

  “This ain’t your fucking office and I’m already the head. I’m not one of them lil niggas you’re used to bossing around ma, gone head on with that shit.”

  “I’m just saying, you could do better. I want grand kids and that’s not going to happen with some fly by night lil girl in here sucking your dick.” Tired of having this talk, I decided to piss her off.

  “How you know I already didn’t fuck her without a condom? You may be a grandma quicker than you think.” Watching her gasp was worth the lie. I was twenty six years old and my mama thought she could pick what bitch I settled down with. It was times like this I wished I had knew my father. I was four when he died, and I don’t remember shit about him. All I knew were the stories that my mama and everybody else told me.

  “Don’t play with me like that. I won’t accept no hood rat ass baby or their mama. How many times do I have to tell you these hoes trying to trap you?”

  “And how many times have I told you it’s none of your fucking business? What do you want ma? Why are you here?”

  “Just forget it.” By the time she walked out, I had an instant headache. I loved my mama, but she was overbearing as fuck and I wasn’t going.

  “Nigga why your mama storming out of here? Everything was swinging on her but her bun. She must have spritzed the fuck out that shit.” My right hand Shitz walked in. We called him that because he was always with the shits no matter what the fuck was going down. If I was in here about to fight my mama, his ass was gone want a part of it.

  “Shorty from last night needed that shit. She was fine as fuck though, I should have gotten her number.”

  “You got exactly what the fuck you was gone get. You know don’t shit blow your way but hood rats. That’s why you ended up with the wig and not the chick.” He wasn’t lying, so I couldn’t do shit but laugh. I don’t know why, but a nigga had a hoe magnet on him.

  “Fuck you bitch. If you quit trying to hook me up with the yellow bitches, maybe I’ll find a decent bitch.”

  “What you got against light skinned hoes? Them mother fuckers the truth, I got a weakness for them red bones.”

  “Aight so look, one night this yellow bitch was giving me head right. She kept staring at me and the shit looked weird as fuck, so I turned the lights off. The bitch was so pale, I could still see her looking up at me. The bug eyed mother fucker was sucking and it looked like her eyes was about to fall on my dick. I been rolling with chocolate ever since.” When Shitz damn near fell from laughing, I knew I shouldn’t have told his ass.

  “You do know chocolate girls do the same thing right?”

  “Yea nigga, but I can’t see they ass in the dark doing the shit. Fuck you don’t judge me judge your loose lip ass mama.”

  “You know she had a stroke. I’m telling her you tried to go.” Shaking my head, I went back to my paperwork. Shitz and my mama was stopping me from making moves.

  “What the fuck you doing here anyway? I thought your ass said you was taking today off.”

  “I was until I heard some shit that made my dick cum. I heard Roulette looking for a new connect. You know that nigga own all the streets and that’s just what we need to get our money flowing right.” Thinking it over, I knew it was a deal I needed to make, but I didn’t trust it.

  “Nobody knows who this nigga is. I don’t trust a mother fucker I can’t see. Could be the feds. If you can set up a meeting where his ass comes here, then we will see where he at with it. If I smell some bullshit…”

  “It’s lights out for that nigga.” He finished my sentence and we shook up.

  “Say less.” Grabbing my shit, I could leave now that we may have a solution to our drug flow problem. The shit was stressful, but I wouldn’t trade it in for shit in the world. Being that nigga that everybody had to come to was a high like no other. If they didn’t see me, they would be some broke ass niggas with no product. That’s why this Roulette nigga was getting under my skin. His ass been moving hella weight in these streets, but I didn’t know who he was.

  Shitz got in his car and drove off. Jumping in my Wraith, I thought back to the day I met that nigga. We were a junior in high school at a house party. It was more like a big ass orgy, and it was our turn to bust this chick down. Not about to let him show me off, I went in the pussy wild and bucking. I knew it wasn’t good to her because her shit dried up like the curl my uncle used to rock.

  Defeated, I faked a nut and let Shitz get his turn. His technique looked worse than mine, and I tried my best not to laugh. After it we were done, we both looked at each other and laughed promising to never speak on that night again. That Monday, we kind of just clicked. That wa
s the last time I failed in the pussy, but I gained a friend for life with that incident.

  Even though my office was on the compound, I left because I didn’t want to deal with my mama. It’s like everything in her life she had to control and I wasn’t with the shit. Pulling up to one of my jump offs house, I got out and used my key to walk in. Shit was everywhere and her kids were bouncing off the walls. When the youngest one ran up to me smelling like shittyville, I knew it was time for me to get the fuck up out of there. Turning around, I walked towards the door.

  “Cap, where you going you just got here.” When Tanya tried to kiss me, I curved her ass.

  “I don’t fuck trifling bitches. Your shit look like you got the kind of roaches that can get in my condom. I’m straight.” Taking the key off I threw it on the floor and walked out. Usually I called when I was on my way over and I guess the bitch would clean up before I got there. Why the fuck would you give somebody a key when your shit looked like its abandoned? Fucked up part about it is, she stayed in a decent spot. They needed a background check for bitches like this. Jumping back in my shit, I drove home. The compound was big enough for me to ignore my mama annoying ass and that’s what the fuck I was gone do.

  It’s been two days, but Roulette finally agreed to do the meeting. His reluctance had me feeling iffy about the meeting, and I was going to make sure all exits were covered. We would be heavily armed in this bitch and if that mother fucker blinked wrong, it was lights out for his ass.

  “You sure this nigga said he would be at the meeting his self and not send nobody else?”

  “Yeah nigga. How many times I gotta tell you that shit?” Shitz was looking at me like I was crazy, but I was looking at the monitor confused.

  “Then why is it two bitches at my gate.” His face frowned up as he looked at the monitor.

  “I don’t know, but we gone kill these hoes to send that nigga a message. I don’t play games with my money and I was clear as fuck about that shit. Normally I would tell his ass to calm down, but I was with his ass on this shit. Giving security the signal, they walked them back to our office. Seeing the girl from the club walk in had me stuck. Her wig was different, but it was definitely her. I would never forget her chocolate ass. She was pretty as fuck. Short and petite thick. Just enough ass to bounce on my dick. Trying to shake sex from my thoughts, I waited until they were seated to ask them why they were in my shit.