1. Blake #2
“Damn, you’re a hard one. That shit can’t be good for the niggas you fuck with. There’s a soft life out there for you, sweetheart,” Jeff said with a titter.
Now, why would this nigga say anything to me?
I was not a fan of Jeff. He knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that.
Jeff had three kids that he was forced to take care of.
By forced, I meant that he was told if he did not financially take care of his kids, he would be in the business of taking care of demons in hell.
That was one of the unspoken rules to be a part of this organization. . . You took care of your kids.
As far as I was concerned, if you had to be told to take care of kids that you created, then you weren’t shit. Jeff did the bare damn minimum when it came to taking care of his daughters. Their mother was a cool chick that got caught up with a fuck boy.
My head tilted. “Jeff, if a soft life leads me to fuck niggas like you, I’ll stay solid as a boulder. Don’t talk to me, fuck boy.”
“Aye, chill out. We didn’t come here for this bullshit.” Seneca had a short temperament for bullshit. He also had a short fuse for fuck niggas himself. He was the one who gave Jeff his decision to be a financial aid to his children.
Stitch cleared his throat. “To answer your question, Blake, yeah, she’s nodding. We found her at Took’s spot.” He shifted in his seat. “Um, he called to let us know he had his boys bring her there. She was on the block, trying to give someone Cora for a hit.”
Ants. It felt like there were ants all over my body. That was never a good sign. “Sh-she did what?”
My eyes zoned in on Toyala, who sat in the seat asleep like her ass was at the Hilton.
Toyala was one of our bag girls. Their job was to weigh and bag the drug to our specifications.
A little over a month ago, Stitch noticed that some of the bags were off when he did a spot check.
When errors like that were made, you never assumed that it was an accident.
Stitch informed Seneca and me that it came from Toyala’s workbench.
He told us he had a plan that would get down to it.
Well, he put his plan into action the very next day by way of drug tests.
Out of the twelve girls that worked in the house that Toyala worked at, she was the only one that did not pass.
She was immediately fired and fucked up, courtesy of me.
The only reason I didn’t kill her ass was because of Cora, her four-year-old daughter.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to tell you that over the phone, sis. I know how you can get,” Stitch said. Yeah, he knew exactly how I could get.
I took the hair tie out of my slack pocket to pull up my hair that laid on my shoulder. I should have changed out of my heels. “Where is Cora?”
“She’s with Q’amie and the girls. She’s gonna be with us until further notice.” Seneca took a pull from his blunt after his statement.
I nodded with a hurt heart. Q’amie, Seneca’s wife, was one of the sweetest women that I’d ever met.
She reminded me of my mother—a soft-spoken woman who took care of her man, children, house, and minded her business, but when she was fucked with, she turned into a monster.
I had the privilege to see her monster out once.
The way that I looked at her changed, and there was a newfound respect for her.
“Okay, tell Q’amie that I’ll be over later this week to bring some stuff over for her,” I told him. “Let me get to it. My client pissed me off, so I need to blow off a little bit of steam.”
My heels click-clacked on the wood floor as I walked to the dining room. If you wanted me to get into monster mode, all you had to do was mistreat a child. Our babies were innocent and the closest living humans to God. Anyone who thought that it was alright to abuse them needed to be laid down.
I stood in front of Toyala with my head slanted to the side.
Drugs were a hell of a thing. The rate that people went from functional to trying to sell their pussy, children, or anything else that was nailed down was alarming.
It had been less than two months, and she was at the Holiday Heart level of junkie.
Her daughter was the sweetest little person. Every time I saw her, she had a bracelet for me that she made. I kept them all in my glove box. She started making them when she was three, and over time, the quality had gotten better.
Smack!
That woke her junkie ass up. She moaned, moved around, then opened her eyes. They bucked at the sight of me. Yeah, she already knew what it was. “Now, Toyala, I remember we had a conversation not even two weeks ago. Do you remember that conversation?”
She wiggled in her sleep before she strained as if she could loosen her restraints. Silly bitch! I repeated my question, followed by another smack, this time to the forehead.
“I remember, but that doesn’t mean that I cared.” Her tone was unapologetic. I hoped she stood on that attitude.
I heard Stitch, Jeff, and Seneca’s groaning about my impending crash out. I didn’t care. Yeah, it was going to be bad because I was already in my feelings of annoyance because of Kaycee’s pompous attitude.
That was the downfall of my industry against how I looked.
I was always prejudged, which I expected.
What I didn’t expect was for people to be so bold with their words.
Yes, I had facial tattoos, but in my opinion, they were tasteful.
I had never been naive to think that people wouldn’t judge me.
I still needed folks to watch their fucking mouth.
I nodded. “Big talk, Junk Toy. I feel you, though. You don’t have to care.”
She rolled her eyes. “Can you do what you’re gonna do so I can go do what I was trying to do before y’all came and fucked up my situation? I have to work tonight.”
My head bucked back before I turned around to glare at the men on the couch. “What y’all say she’s using? Crackheads aren’t usually this damn bold.”
“I’m not a fuckin’ crackhead, first of all. Know what you’re talking about. Now get on with it,” Toyala said with a grimace.
I took a deep breath before I reached behind me, pulled my gun, then introduced the butt of it to her eye. It was clear she saw me fucked up. I needed to correct her vision. The force of the hit caused the chair to tip backwards. Down goes Fraiser.
I walked around, then stepped over her. Her body was between my legs. I squatted down but made sure that my body didn’t touch hers. “Bitch, have you lost your muthafuckin’ mind? You’re out here talking shit like you didn’t just try to sell your fucking daughter.”
Toyala lay on the floor with her grumbles and whimpers. My fist kissed the same eye that my gun’s butt was introduced to. I needed her to respond. I also wanted her to grumble and whimper a little more. The original whimpers didn’t feel heartfelt. Her next grumbles felt better to my spirit.
“Cora was gonna be fine. He just wanted to watch cartoons with her. Y’all act like he was gonna—”
I couldn’t even allow her to finish the sentence. “Shut up. Here’s what’s about to happen. You’re going to die today. Luckily for you, you’re going to feel good on the way there. Well, at least I think so. I don’t know how it feels to get high.”