Chapter 21
Sweet Taste and Heavy Crowns
We were driving in a black Chevy Impala—me, Clo, Silk, and Mario. All of us had on black. We sat outside this big-ass mansion where cars were everywhere, but you know nobody parties like a damn Mexican, so I didn't expect any less. We were smoking and watching everyone's movement.
Mellow walked out with some pregnant girl.
They got into a nice old-school ride, and we trailed behind them.
He made a stop at a liquor store, then pulled up to a small house—I guess he had to do some drugs to feed his habit.
Finally, they pulled up to a small motel.
They went to a room on the bottom floor.
Me and Mario put on our masks and walked up to the door. I had Mario put his finger over the peephole while I knocked.
"Who the fuck is it?" Mellow screamed.
"Housekeeping," Mario said, sounding like a little lady.
He tried to crack the door, but we rushed in. I pulled out my gun, and Mellow started crying and sat in the corner.
"Ay, miss lady, if you want to live, you might want to get your ass up and go to the bathroom." She got up and did exactly what I said.
Mario shot Mellow three times with a gun fitted with a silencer. I took out my neck knife, cut his head off, put it into a pillowcase, and wrapped it in a sheet. We got back in the car and took off. We dropped Clo and Silk off, along with the head, near the house.
Me and Mario drove the car near an alley, poured bleach all over it, and set it on fire. We walked a few blocks and then called an Uber.
When we got back to the trap house, Silk and Clo were playing video games. I went into the deep freezer to get some ice, but the mitt holding the head was in there and it threw me off.
"I'm about to open up a strip club, because ain't no way this nigga Mellow is gone. Where the fuck are my hoes going to dance?" Silk said.
"Ay, Trent, I need you to leave the head on the nigga's mama's porch. Put it in a box and write learn how the fuck not to play with me on it," Clo said.
"Ight, you got a box here?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's a cake box in the fridge," he said.
"There's fingerprints all on that shit, we got to move smarter. Give me some gloves, I'm about to get some paper and supplies from the dollar store, and give me a bag for the head."
I left Clo's trap house, got everything I needed, and dropped that fat motherfucker's head off at his mama's house. Then I left and headed straight to Dream's house.
When I pulled up to Dream's spot, the pregnant girl who was with Mellow the night we clipped him was sitting on the couch crying.
I walked into the kitchen where Dream was cooking.
She had some shrimp Alfredo with broccoli on the stove, and garlic toast in the oven.
I lit a blunt while standing there. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I just loved her blonde hair.
She had that little gap between her legs that I like and those bow legs.
Looking at her had my dick hard as fuck.
She was about to let me have her earlier, but Clo had called and fucked it up.
I walked up to her and kissed her lips. Surprisingly, she kissed me back. I smacked her on the ass, and she passed me the blunt. I took a hit and asked her why shorty in the living room was crying.
"Her baby daddy was murdered, and he's our boss, so I don't even know what we're about to do—we're already getting evicted," Dream said.
"Let's get a spot together. I'm down here permanently; I can't live at my auntie's spot forever," I said.
"Boy, we just met each other. You could be crazy, and I don't even have a job right now," she said.
"I am trying to help you, baby girl. All that shit doesn't even matter. I thought I proved I could protect you when I clipped old boy for fucking touching you."
I grabbed her face and looked into her pretty eyes.
"Dream, I want you for real. Let me give you a soft life. You're too pretty to be in a nigga's strip club anyway."
She kissed me on my lips and hugged me tight. "Trent, go in the room and get comfortable. I'm going to bring your plate in a sec."
I left the kitchen and went into Dream's girly-ass room. She had pink, purple, and blue stuff all over the place. I pulled my shirt off and sat on the bed with only my pants on.
Dream came in with a big plate of pasta, garlic toast, and a large cup of juice.
"Damn, baby, you're feeding me like I'm a big guy."
"I mean, I would never mess with a little one," she said so seductively.
Everything that came off this woman's tongue was soft and sweet.
She had the energy of something beautiful that wasn't even human.
I'd give this woman everything I had for real, and I hadn't even gotten the pussy yet.
I didn't even want to hook up after feeling her energy.
I just ate, cuddled with her, and took a nap.