Chapter 15
Troy
Me and one of my bitches sat on the rooftop spot in Highlands, drinking Ace out of the bottle as a platter of food sat in front of us.
I ordered that shit as a sign of wealth even though I knew I wouldn’t be eating it.
I hadn’t eaten much in the past few months, taking my title from big boy down a bit.
I was losing weight and my mind, but I knew that it would take the truth about what happened to my brother to bring my appetite back.
I knew it wasn't a random robbery that took his life.
Trey was around a bunch of killers that day and something told me they were responsible for his death.
A sexy ass bottle girl came over to us.
“Can I get you two anything else? Y’all good?”
“We're straight until I signal for you to come back over here. Go and find someone else who needs you.”
When she walked away, I took another swig from the bottle and set it on the table before propping my feet up on it.
“Must you be so damn rude to waitresses? They can spit in our food, you know.”
“They're not that dumb. It’s cameras all in the kitchen.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I own this spot.”
“Oh, you do? I didn’t realize that.” She smirked, sipping from her cup again.
This bitch was so green because she didn’t realize that, to her, my entire life was a facade.
I had it, but not like that. Yeah, my place is nice, but I rent it month to month; my car is nice, but I lease it.
And every spot I’ve ever told her I owned was a lie, but I knew exactly what to tell her to win over her trust and her loyalty.
Bitches like Maleka liked status and wanted more out of life than they had.
“So, when you going to stop fronting with a nigga and keep it all the way real?”
“I am keeping it real with you, baby. Why have you been saying that so much?”
“Because I don’t believe you are.’
“Why not? Ever since we first started talking, I’ve been all about you. Anytime you call, I come running. What else do I need to keep it real about?” She sounded annoyed.
“Real about what you and your homegirl be talking about. Has she said anything about what happened to my brother? Did you tell her that you and me been dealing with each other since he got killed?”
“Troy, not this again. No, I didn’t tell her who you were, and no, I don’t know anything about Trey’s death. Baby, I thought we were coming here to have a good night. It’s my freaking birthday.”
“I know it is, and don’t you think I got some shit planned for you. Not only am I going to eat that pussy like a meal, but I've got other shit that will make your day.”
“Other shit like what? That’s what we should be talking about. Something positive.”
I sat up in my seat, looking her dead in her eyes.
Maleka was pretty as shit, I’ve had prettier, but she wasn’t a hard look or fuck.
When I saw her walking to the bus stop after leaving Jas’s one day, I approached her, and the first thing she looked at was my chain, not my eyes, and that’s when I had faith that she would eventually do what I asked. I just had to wear her pretty ass down.
Being a bigger nigga, I always had game, and a mouthpiece that could get the baddest hoes, but now I had to use it for something way more important than pussy, it was the truth about my brother I was seeking, and revenge.
“Come on, shorty, let’s go outside.”
“Outside for what? I’m not done with my drink.”
“We will come back; I just have something I want to show your pretty ass right quick.”
“Whatever you say, Troy.” She stood up, and her loud ass sequin dress made plenty of noise as she switched her hips out of the restaurant.
She and I went downstairs, and, on the curb, my homie Stunna had brung one of Vivo’s cars down, cleaned up, with a bow on top.
Vivo was my plug, and he had plenty of cars at his house in Rochester, even though he lived on the West Coast. Vivo let us whip his shit because he often said respect was in the eyes of the beholder.
If we looked like we were getting money, we would continue to get it.
He was a smart man, nigga made millions from selling dope, and I was looking to do the same.
Vivo used to live in NY before he moved to Cali to slang out there because Hov and Crew took over the city and most of the good territories.
What wasn’t taken by them, the Quatar family owned.
So, once the streets freed up a little, he came back in town and wanted me to run the operations out here.
With me and my little bro running shit, we were making big money.
That’s why Vivo was just as pissed about Trey getting killed as I was.
My hurt, along with his anger for the loss of money, wasn’t good for shit.
That’s why that nigga told me to get my get back however I see fit.
Even if I had to pretend to give Trey’s ex Jasmine’s bird ass friend a car to get loyalty.
Jas was there when he was killed, and bitches talk.
She knows what really happened to my brother.
“Oh, my god. Troy, is this for me! This is mine!” She jumped up and down at the sight of the red BMW X5 sitting in front of the restaurant with a big black bow on it.
“Happy belated birthday, baby.” She jumped into my arms, kissing me on my lips, causing a loud ass fuckin scene.
“You're the shit, daddy! You're the shit!”
“Yeah, yeah, you welcome, baby. But come on, let’s get inside so you can see how this mutha fucka look.”
I unlocked the doors on the keypad, and she got in the driver’s seat, and I got in the passenger. She was so excited that she started clapping her hands after touching the stirring wheel. Maleka was a Brooklyn bitch who probably never even sat in a driver’s seat, let alone one of a BMW.
“So, what do I have to do in return for this?” She licked her lips, reaching across the middle console to grab my dick.
“Do what you feel, baby.”
“Okay, lean back, you know this won’t take long.”
She climbed over the console without hesitation, unzipped my zipper, and had my dick in her mouth in two seconds behind the tint.
I know a lot of niggas like to brag about size, but I’m happy my shit can be gobbled up by any bitch.
She had me grabbing the side of the seats and her hair in an instant.
Head to me was always ten times better than pussy.
I didn’t have to move and still got to bust a nut.
You can’t ask for better shit than that.
Maleka easily swallowed my whole dick and had me spitting up in under fifteen seconds. She swallowed my cum and wiped the corners of her mouth like the obedient bitch I was grooming her ass to be.
“Damn, I need to buy your ass five more cars if you're going to gobble me up like that every time.”
“And you know I will, baby. You can get whatever you want by doing stuff like this for me. I know everybody is about to be tripped out when I pull up on the block in this.”
She honked the horn twice. I could tell by the smile on her face that I had made her happier than she had ever been. If this wasn’t the right time to get the truth, then I probably never will.
“Baby, you know I don’t need head every time I do something for you because I’m your nigga and I’m supposed to.”
“And I’m supposed to take care of you and him. Look, I’ve never been a dope boy’s girl before, but I’ve seen girls who date them, and it’s our responsibility to keep you fed as long as you're feeding me.” She rubbed her hand across my dick.
“But what I would appreciate more than head and sex is my girl who I’m buying cars, penthouses, and other shit to be honest with me at all times and to show me loyalty.”
I grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes.
“Maleka, I’m ready to take care of you and give you the world, but I can’t do that if I don’t feel like you're telling me all that I need to hear.”
“Troy I.”
“Shh, just listen.” I placed my finger over her lips.
“I’m your man now, and just know, no other bitch is choosing their homegirls or anybody over a man who wants to give them the world.
Now, tell me: did your homegirl tell you anything about my brother or what happened to him?
I can’t sleep at night thinking maybe someone after him is going to be after me too, and if I’m thinking about that shit constantly, there is no way you and me can be completely happy, baby. ”
I kissed her on her lips and kissed her again and again until we were tonguing it out.
When I pulled my face away from hers, her eyes stayed closed for a good minute before she finally opened them and sat back in her seat.
“You know Jas is my girl, and she’s been my girl for years, Troy. Like since middle school.”
“And I get that, but I’m your man now. The one that’s taking care of you. So, your loyalty should be with my family and me.” She exhaled, shaking her head and looking out the tinted window on the beamer.
“What’s on your mind, baby? Talk to daddy.”
She took a deep breath before looking up into my eyes.
“Okay, Troy, but please don’t say I told you this, and please don’t get too mad at Jas. She had no choice but to lie.” I sat up in my seat because the moment of truth was coming.
“A random robber didn’t kill your brother.”
“Then who did it?”
“I don’t know, but she told me the other day that it was someone in her brother’s Crew. She feels sick about it and hates that she has to lie for them.”
She dropped her head.
“I hope you're not mad at me, baby. I’m so sorry for not telling you the truth.”
“Oh, I’m not mad baby. I appreciate you.” I kissed her on the forehead.
This was exactly the information I knew would come out because I never believed that robbery story bull shit.
I knew them niggas were guilty when they showed up at my mama’s house just because some niggas got after them.
Now I have to contact Vivo and let him know I got a confirmation, so we can take out women, children, and whoever else is in the way.
Trey not dying in vain, and that’s on everything I love.
Maleka’s ass doesn’t even realize that she just started a fuckin war. One that's the biggest the NY streets have ever seen.