Chapter 8
Ty’s Uber rode through the streets of Chicago just after sunset, and by nightfall, she was on a downtown balcony overlooking the beautiful city with hatred in her heart and Nyla on her mind.
Every time she thought of the bitch, her temperature rose.
That calm demeanor, the way she embarrassed her in front of the hood on Lenox.
Ty replayed it and the viral video constantly; she wanted Nyla’s head, and she was going to get it.
Because word traveled fast through Harlem, she heard Kyst was making a move to The Windy City and Ty was never far behind her man.
“Welcome to Chicago, babyyyy!” Londa walked toward her with two glasses of wine in an ivory, ankle length silk robe.
Her voice made Ty turn around with a smile on her face.
“Thanks for having me, Cousin.” Ty took the glass from her hand and raised it in the air before sipping.
“Baby Cuz finally stepped foot out of New York.”
“Whatever,” Ty giggled and looked back out at the city.
“How long you staying?”
“Until you put me out this nice ass spot!”
“Stay for the summer. It’s lit here and there’s hella niggas with a bag.”
Ty looked shook her head and smiled, Londa was always about her money.
“I ain’t looking for no niggas.”
“You should be! Let Kyst’s ass be.”
“Bullshit, I dead ass helped build that nigga.”
Ty could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, he was her soft spot as tough as she was.
She knew she was crazy but she couldn’t help it, the shit was hereditary.
Her grandmother was crazy, her mother, along with Londa’s mother, and Londa was a certified nut.
The guys in their family were wild too, but they only got involved when shit got real and something told Ty shit was going to get real in the field.
“Well, help break him if he doesn’t play by your rules.”
“You already know how I’m coming behind Kyst.”
Ty meant that shit, she would kill Kyst before she let him be happy with another bitch, especially Nyla.
“Nyla ain’t no regular bitch that we can just flash on, she got power behind her.”
“What kind of power?”
Londa looked her cousin dead in the eyes, “Gangsta power. Chello don’t play about the bitch and that nigga is loco.”
“How loco?”
“Very. Love Lucas loco.”
Everyone in Harlem feared the oldest Lucas brother, he allegedly cut out tongues, eyes, killed kids, elderly, and family dogs behind his family. Ty was surprised no one had hurt her yet, but she knew Kyst would never let that happen.
“Oh shit.”
“That don’t mean back down, it means move precisely. I can’t stand the lil bitch.”
“Me neither, she beat my ass,” Ty blurted out followed by a giggle.
She could laugh about it now because she was going to do that bitch the same way in her own city when she got the chance.
“Yeah, I saw the video. Y’all was supposed to jump that bitch.”
“Baby, Kyst was ready to shoot the crowd.”
“You lying.”
Ty dropped her head at the thought, “I wish I was. She taking my man from me.”
“Bullshit, let me tell you how to play a nigga like Kyst. Go get fly as fuck, get your hair and nails done, end up in his space outside, and act like you don’t know him. I guarantee he be on your heels, especially when he see how these niggas be on you.”
Ty bit her bottom lip and nodded, “Damn right. Watch me run this hoe’s city for the summer.”
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, make that hoe uncomfortable in her own shit. I can’t wait until she find out you here and that you’re my cousin.”
“Me neither, and I know exactly how umma do it. Watch me work.” Londa rubbed her hands together.
Ty felt better, she wasn’t mad anymore, she was motivated and bitches like that caused problems. Especially when humiliation and obsession were in the mix.
“I heard summer in Chicago is dangerous.”
“You heard right,” Londa shot back.
“Good, because I didn’t come for peace.”
Chicago was different and Ty was sucking it all up, loud, flashy, and lit just like she liked it.
“I want some chips with cheese,” Londa said, turning down different blocks.
“I want a chopped cheese.”
“Ouuuuu… that’s what I miss most about Harlem,” Londa sang, turning up a block that had a fire hydrant on full blast with kids running everywhere.
Ty sat in the passenger seat, looking at niggas dragging women in the water while they kicked and screamed trying to break free. It looked they were having the time of their lives, everyone looked so carefree.
“I wouldn’t walk down this block if somebody paid me, they look like they ready to throw anybody in that hard ass water,” Ty joked as Londa laughed and nodded her head.
“Get caught walking if you want to, don’t matter how cute a bitch is, she’s going in that water.”
Londa had been in the city for three years, so she learned Chicago, the do’s and don’ts quickly and fell in line.
She made it clear how much she loved the city, but nothing compared to Harlem.
Ty couldn’t agree more, she had yet to see a nigga that caught her eye, that was until Londa pulled in some hood she described as “Holy City,” whatever that shit meant.
The whole city was confusing, but she couldn’t lie, it was very live.
Londa hopped out and went into a store while Ty stepped out to stretch her legs and get a better glimpse of the Maybach that pulled up.
The car didn’t look like it belonged on that block, it was too expensive, and when the driver stepped out, that nigga looked just as lavish.
Ty couldn’t take her eyes off him if she wanted to.
She knew he had to be that nigga because kids ran up to him with their hands out and niggas crowded around in a matter of seconds.
“Who the fuck is that?” Ty asked as soon as Londa walked out the store.
Londa sipped the water and followed Ty’s eyes, a smile spread across her face, “Chello.”
Ty unknowingly bucked her eyes.
“You’re Chello?”
“Yeah. That’s my man.”
“In a Maybach?”
“Bitch, yes. What’s so hard to believe?” Londa giggled, tossing her bag in the car.
Ty still didn’t believe her because if that was her nigga looking as fine as he was, she would’ve been over there on his dick.
Ty slightly rolled her eyes because Londa always kept a nigga with some money.
That was the main reason Ty wasn’t coming off Kyst because she knew she would never pull another nigga of his caliber.
She had nothing but a nice body to offer and that shit only took you so far, she didn’t know how to get money like her cousin.
Londa had always been a hustler, but she was grimy too, that’s exactly why she had to leave Harlem and relocate to Chicago.
“I ain’t mad at you, cousin,” Ty gave her props with her eyes still glued to Chello.
The diamonds that shined off his body, the perfect smile with a chipped front tooth, his drip, all on point and very appealing to the eye.
Ty’s eye, she couldn’t look away even when he made his way toward her and Londa.
Sure, Londa was a bad bitch, but Ty’s body was top tier and natural, not that she was after her cousin’s man or anything, but it was a fact.
She stood there dressed from head to toe in Londa’s things, she looked like money that she didn’t have.
He walked up and Londa folded her arms, “What took you so long to come over here? I missed you.”
He flashed a smile that damn near made Ty’s pussy wet.
“I was taking care of the kids.”
He wrapped his arms around Londa and palmed her ass, Ty looked away, Chello’s eyes finally shifted toward her.
“My cousin I was telling you about from back home. Tyenna, this is Chello.”
Ty extended her hand, “Nice to meet you.”
Chello shook it once, very much firm and brief.
“Welcome to the city, if you need anything while you out here, let Londa know.”
Very simple, polite, and straight to the point. Ty blinked; his generosity didn’t match the stories she had heard from Londa. Monsters weren’t polite, at least not where she was from.
“Will do, thank you.”
Londa was a lucky bitch because everything about that nigga screamed sexy to Ty, the way he walked, talked, dressed, everything screamed boss.
Ty caught Chello looking at her multiple times while he stood there talking to Londa, so she decided to sit back inside the car so that she could look back at him in peace.
He went into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash before handing some bills over to Londa.
There it was, Ty’s pussy got wetter than the hoes she saw being drug into the fire hydrant.
Chicago had just become a lot more interesting to her and she could tell it was going to be a hot ass summer because she was hand delivering the heat straight from Harlem.