6. Hakeem #2
“A nigga that treats a woman like a queen is that nigga Beast. You see how he caters to your momma’s every need and makes sure she is well protected?
That’s what the fuck a queen is ma. See you, ain’t nothing but a dumb ass bitch turning tricks for her nigga.
I tried to understand the shit, but I can’t.
There ain’t no excuse for what you out here doing.
Smutting your family’s name. Your father set the perfect example for all of y’all.
In all you do is try to throw that pussy around like it’s your only prized possession.
” I couldn’t stand to see her cry, so I turned my back on her and walked out of the room.
After tonight, it was up to her family to find out what the fuck she was on.
I wanted to put a bug in Mattea’s ear about her sister working at a strip club but thought it’d be best if Kachella learned a hard-ass life lesson.
I made my way to my cocaine white Range Rover and waited for Kachella to come out of the strip club, so I could follow her dumb ass home.
Thirty minutes later, she walked out smiling with a couple of chicks that she stripped with.
She rocked some pink Ugg sandals, with pink matching sweats and a white Adidas sports bra.
Her wild curly hair was in a high bun, showing off her facial features.
Kachella loved the color pink. Her 2022 C class Mercedes Benz was a baby pink color.
She scanned the parking lot, wondering if I was near.
I started my truck and watched her give me a sad look.
After a couple of more minutes of running her mouth, she got in her car, and I followed her ass to Mattea’s house.
Once she made it in safe, I drove off and went straight to our recreation center to hang with my homies.
Recreation center AkA The Spot
“Give me my muthafuckin’ money! Pussy ass niggas!” Solo roared as he beat his chest and snatched the dice up from the ground. We were all in the back of the recreation center. Even though it was late as hell, the music was blasting, weed was blazing and hoes was scattered around trying to be seen.
“Nigga, I’m saying though…give me a chance to win my bread back!” A nigga by the name of Chuck that was a local street nigga that copped work from Solo started to whine. Shaking my head, I could sense that it was about to be some shit.
“What money pussy?” Solo counted out twenty’s, fifties, and hundreds and smiled. It was no secret that Solo loved to gamble. Stuffing the money deep inside his Levi pants pocket, he gave Chuck his undivided attention. Stepping closer, he started to taunt all the nigga that had been gambling.
“Unless you pussy ass niggas got some more money to shoot for, then this dice game is up. I ain’t fenna be down on one knee all night unless it’s some fire ass pussy.” He turned his back and walked towards me, we embraced in a brotherly hug, and I could smell the liquor reeking from his pores.
“The fuck you doing out here this late? You tryna come up on one of these hoes?” I would come in hang out from time to time, but this is the spot Solo loved to be at.
When niggas slept Solo bled the block and would be up roaming all night.
I ain’t never heard this nigga mention shit about sleep.
Solo was a crazy ass nigga but smart all in one.
“Just trying to see what niggas was on. Wanted to check on you, I knew your ass would be here.” I took a seat on the wooden bench next to me and watched a fine-ass yellow-bone chick named Lori. She put a deep arch and her back and was throwing her ass in a full circle.
“Check on me? Nigga I ain’t yo’ bitch.” He laughed and walked a couple of feet away to a folding table that had his bottle of Remy. Offering me the bottle, I said fuck it and took a swig. I tried not to make a funny face. but it was hard because that shit was super strong.
“This shit here, only for the elite!” He took a seat next to me and sparked up a funky ass Black ‘n Mild. “One of these hoes must be on ya mind. That’s why me and ya cousin stay sucker and bitch free. Ain’t a bitch alive out here that can capture my heart.
Believe it.” He boasted and started to get animated, slapping his lap.
“They fuck me, suck me, and bring me food, the most I give a hoe is twenty for gas. If the pussy is good, I might pay for a hairdo or two depending on how bad I mess that shit up from smashing. They don’t know shit personal about me and I don’t want to meet their kids and know they favorite colors.
” He belched and took a deep swig from his bottle.
“So, what you gone do when you a old ass nigga. Our dicks ain’t gone work properly forever.”
“Nigga, I’m gone be an old rich nigga! I’ll have enough money to make my shit work.
Don’t worry about my dick though. All I’m saying is-” Something grabbed his attention, sitting his bottle of Remy down he stood at the back door of the recreation center and leaned on the doorway.
When he pulled his pistol from his waist, I stood to my feet and pulled mine too and made my way to stand on the other side of him.
Just that fast, the playfulness subsided.
Solo was tall, bulky, and intimidating as fuck to any pussy ass nigga that couldn’t stand his ground.
He marched inside of the recreation center, ignoring the looks people were giving him, and frowned as he stood right in front of a group of young-looking niggas.
Soon as the leader of the group spoke, Solo used the butt of his pistol to hit the young nigga in his grill, sending two of his front teeth flying across the room.
“You pull them baby ass guns and that’s yo’ fuckin’ life.” I gritted at the other three young niggas.
“I thought I smelled pussy from the back and ain’t no need to state why the fuck you here. Tell that nigga Debo, Solo don’t make accommodations for pussy ass niggas.” He pointed his gun at the squealing nigga that held his mouth and shot him right in the forehead.
“My fucking brother!” one of the boys cried as he attempted to tend to the dead man on the floor. Soon as he kneeled down, Solo shot him in the head too. I sent two headshots to the remaining two niggas that stood in pure shock.
“My condolences niggas.” Solo spat and tucked his gun and looked around smiling.
“Fuck y’all niggas looking at? All them hoes outside popping pussy and y’all niggas staring at me.” They quickly diverted their eyes and cut the music on like they were used to how Solo gave it up.
“Take yo’ ass home Hakeem, hanging with me gone have you catching bodies more than usual.
I don’t do paid hits I end niggas for less.
” He walked away and made it to a group of his street soldiers barking orders.
I was about to take his advice but not before I went to the back to holler at Lori.
I was ready to get up inside some new pussy tonight.
Lori would do the job. She was a fake ass Instagram model with a shit load of followers.
She stayed on some thirsty shit in a nigga’s inbox, so tonight was her chance to shine.
I just hope the head and pussy matched all the shit she popped on the internet.
I could see why Ream let Solo run shit when it came to the drug side of the business.
He didn’t have a heart when it came to certain shit.
Each one of us was cut differently but this nigga Solo was cut from a different kind of cloth.
You never knew his reaction, and how he was coming when it came down to handling shit.
His position with Ream was plenty of things.
In my eyes, he was Ream’s, real right-hand man.
Solace bragged constantly about being Ream’s partner when everybody else saw this shit for what it really was.
He was Ream’s henchman and his confidant.
Solo knew things about this organization that none of us knew.
When he gave us an order or told us how to do something, we followed because we knew it was something Ream would expect us to do.
After convincing Lori to follow me out to my truck, I tested her skills right in the front seat of my whip.
Her head game was lethal, I stuck two fingers into her gushy center.
I performed the tightness test and once her pussy swallowed my two fingers and gripped them tightly, I pulled them out of her pants to smell my fingers.
It wasn’t fishy, just had a slight musty smell from her twerking and showing out.
The pussy had passed my test, all she needed was a shower and I could handle the rest.