Chapter 18 #4
“Are we consuming anything other than liquor?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I tried to think fast about whether I’d interpreted the words right because the questioning looks staring at me had me clearing my throat. “Weed… Do any of you smoke?” I clarified.
“I don’t want to drink more liquor if we are smoking,” Dasani spoke first.
Mocha’s face finally dropped into a laugh. “Oh, girl. I thought you was talking about crack or some shit. I was about to salsa walk your ass outta here!”
Pia nearly choked on her apple juice from laughing at Mocha.
Pulling my silver skirt down as much as it would go, I took another sip of my drink, chuckling with the ladies.
“But yeah, some of us smoke. We drinking tonight, though, but feel free to indulge,” Dasani spoke up again.
It was clear she had settled into her role, and while the ladies all seemed to move on their own accord, I could tell from the first time I’d encountered them that Dasani was the gate between being in and out of their crew.
I wasn’t offended. Keeping mob business sacred required boundaries for the men and women.
Missy ran her hand through her long, wavy frontal hairstyle.
It was a blondish color and looked like it had grown naturally from her scalp, flowing down to her knees.
She was wearing a tan halter dress that she had to pull each time she walked, paired with platform heels that wrapped around her ankles.
I wasn’t familiar with the dress brand, but the shoes were Gucci, and she was gliding in them with ease.
A thick diamond chain that read “Essex’s Bitch” sat on her chest, which must have cost way more than the twenty thousand dollars that Shio had given me for the night.
My eyes went right to her ass as she switched to the booth, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from bulging at the roundness.
Women in Mexico were voluptuous, but it was usually after a visit to an operating room.
Missy’s body looked natural. She had one of the best bodies I’d ever seen, and when she mentioned she was a retired exotic dancer, I could see why.
Placing the black oversized earphones on her head, she signaled for the man to start the beat.
Jisei snickered. “This shit about to be so funny!”
A tune I was sure I had heard some time before blared through the surround-sound speakers, but Missy missed her cue.
“Run it back! Run it back! I’m ready now.” The beat restarted over as we all looked on eagerly, but Missy waved her hands. “Hold up! Stop the beat.”
The guy did as he was told.
“Bring y’all ass in here. It’s enough space and earphones for us all. That way, when I say mine, y’all can jump on with yours.”
“Loooord. What y’all done dragged me in?” Pia shook her head, tossed back her apple juice, and headed to the booth.
The rest of us followed suit, keeping our cups in hand. Missy was right. The room was huge, and when the door shut behind Dasani, since she was the last to enter, the sound from the outside was locked out, proving the room was indeed soundproof.
We all grabbed headphones and placed them on our heads. Missy signaled for the beat while they split up on the two microphones between us. Missy, Pia, and Dasani were on one, while Scarlett, Mocha, Jisei, and I were on the other.
The beat started, and my stomach bubbled. I’d never done anything like this and had no clue what I was doing. Hopefully, everyone would go before me so I could figure out the expectation.
“I let him give me head, then he pulled out that monster dick toooo. Ewed-ewed. But I’ma big girl, boooo. Unlike your baby mama, I can take dick, duuuuuude. Dude, Dude. That bitch smells like doo, doo! You’ve officially been chopped and screwed! Screwed, screwed!”
Missy sounded terrible, and all of our laughs were an indication.
“Run it back, so they can hear it!” she spoke into the microphone.
The guy behind the board did as told, and when her voice flowed through my ears, I was impressed. Seconds ago, she sounded like a wounded cat, but now, she sounded like a recording artist. Now, hearing the cadence, I kind of understood what we were doing.
“I’ma go again. Keep that, but start it over.
” Missy grabbed her earphones and leaned into the microphone.
“I beat your ass once, but next time I’m gone dog walk youuuu.
Ewed-ewed. Beat that ass, booo. You not gone know what the fuck to dooo.
Ewed-ewed. When I get ahold of youuuu. I’m gone turn you every way but loose… Loose loooooose. Yes, you are screwed!”
The guy replayed the two-part track back, and by the time it was over, we were all doubled over in laughter.
“That hoe got me fucked up! I got more to say, but one of y’all can go next. I’ll circle back.”
“You crazy as fuck, best friend. But I’ll go next.”
Missy stepped back a bit so that a pregnant Pia could sing into the microphone. “My daddy loves my mama, but deep down he still wants to fuck dudesssss. Dude, dudes. But if she likes it, then I love it tooooo! Ewed-ewed. Patty boo… You’ve officially been chopped and screeewed.”
Everyone was screaming with laughter, but I must have missed the joke. It took minutes for everyone to regroup behind Pia, and Dasani said she was up next.
“I was living my best life, but a Don hit me with some voodoo. Ewed-ewed. With some demon dick tooooo. It’s okay cuz now I run shit tooooo. Ooo Ooo. He’s been chopped and screwedddd. Cuz he can’t sit me down if he wanted to. Ooo Ooo!”
“I know that’s the fuck right, Mrs. Rinaldi!” Missy slapped hands with her while cackling.
Our side had the floor, and Scarlett was up first.
“I’m married to a nigga who gone always act a gotdamn fool. Ewed-ewed. And he strict as fuck tooooo. That nigga missing all types of screwssss! Screw Screw. But that’s my lil’ big booo! I’ve officially been chopped and screweddd!”
“Yeah, Matteo so fuckin’ mean. That nigga is the definition of my program. Ion see how you do it, friend!” Mocha shook her head.
“Bitch, fuck youuuu! That dick got me coo cooo. What do you know about that, boooo?”
Mocha smiled and held up a middle finger, and I giggled at their banter.
Jisei moved up to the microphone. She was the only one in shorts, but they were tastefully short and made her brown legs look extra-long.
“My nigga was on perks and was stubborn as a fucking fool. Ewed-ewed. I nearly overdosed tooooo. I had to beg my brother not to off my duuuude. Ooo Ooo. Cuz Demise is the king of loose screwssss. Ezio was almost chopped and screeeewed!”
Again, the ladies were cackling all over the microphones. I didn’t get the joke again, but laughed along with them because clearly, they all had been through some stuff with the men in their lives.
I was next, and even though I had liquor courage, I didn’t know how to rhyme, especially in English. However, I was going to try.
Closing my eyes, I let the words out. “I’m promised to a man who sells women, and he sells kids toooo…
Ooo Ooo. I don’t know what to doooo! He might fuck around and sell my ass toooo.
Too, too. He's a ruthless duuuude. I can’t believe my father set this up.
Ooo. Ewed-ewed. Pray for me, boossss. I’ve officially been chopped and screwedddd! ”
Pulling the earphones back, I opened my eyes and turned to the women who all had their mouths open.
“Okay, so maybe we don’t add that part in there.” Dasani nodded to the man through the window.
“Shit, even if we did, she doesn’t need autotune. This putha can saaaang! Let me find out,” Mocha added.
Scarlett and Jisei exchanged questioning looks, but I remained silent. I’d revealed too much, but so had the rest of the ladies. It just so happened that my reality was sadder than theirs.
“Okay! You need some ass shakin’ after that. I’m ’bout to order a black truck to take us to the club,” Missy said, shifting the mood and conversation.
The ladies exited the booth, leaving Dasani and me behind.
“You good, boo?” she asked with a sincere look on her pretty face.
Lifting my head, I nodded, slightly embarrassed.
“All right. Come on. Let’s turn up!”