7. Javaris ‘Hitta’ Mitchell
JAVARIS ‘HITTA’ MITCHELL
“Anything in general you two are looking for?” this nigga Wolf asked me.
We were at his jewelry store. From what they say, he has the best shop in South Florida.
I never shopped with the nigga before, but when we walked in five minutes ago, and I saw all the shit that he was working with behind the glasses, I knew then that the rumors they’ve been saying for years had to be true.
Looking at him, all I could think about was the night at the club that Deja danced for him.
Just like the rest of those niggas that would get a dance from her, I could tell that he was enjoying that shit.
I could tell that Deja was enjoying it too.
It was the way she looked at him. The way she was grinding her body on him.
Shit felt personal, that’s why when we got to her crib later that night, I brought it up, just to pick her brain a little bit.
According to her, she didn’t like him. She just thought that he looked good.
I knew it was bullshit though. She wanted to fuck that nigga and because I knew my bitch was fine, I’m sure he wanted to fuck her too.
“I’m not looking for nothing, man. I’m here with my patna. He wanted to cop something,” I responded, looking Wolf right in his eyes.
I loved jewelry just like the next man. My collection was out of this world.
Niggas in Miami knew that I had one of the best collections out.
I had the kind of custom pendants that no one else had.
People have been trying to copy my style for years now.
I’ve copped Deja some fire pieces too. Her necklace and watch collection was nasty.
I told her that the day she thought she was going to leave me, she would have to give me back all the jewelry that I purchased for her.
“What you looking to purchase?” Wolf took his eyes off me, so that he could look at my boy, Ced.
Ced was like a brother to me. We’ve known each other since we were kids.
It wasn’t many niggas that I could say that I loved, but Ced was one of them.
I knew he would never cross me, just like I would never cross him.
Just a few years ago, we were in that same slump, trying to figure out how we were going to make some real money.
It’s so many niggas in Miami that’s moving weight, scamming, robbing, all that shit, but we wanted to have our own wave.
I’ve always been the kind of person people considered lucky. I’ve dodged death plenty of times, and because I’ve always been the kind of person to act first and think about the consequences later, I’ve also dodged a lot of jail time.
My luck was good. I used to go to the casino, and sit at the tables, playing blackjack for hours.
I started taking that shit serious a couple of years ago.
I got heavy into sports betting, and once I felt like I found the cheat sheet, that’s when I put Ced on.
Ced made his money the same way that I did.
With the kind of money that we made, that’s why we were able to come to the jewelry store on a random Tuesday afternoon and cop some new shit.
Because I was certain that Wolf wanted to fuck my bitch, and I knew that Deja might have been crushing on this nigga too, I wasn’t going to shop with him.
He had some nice pieces in here for me to cop but fuck this nigga!
I wasn’t about to put any money in his pockets.
“I want to see some of the AP’s you got,” Ced told Wolf.
“What kind though?” this nigga Wolf asked, and that made me suck my teeth. He wasn’t even talking to me, but just that fast, he managed to annoy me.
“Nigga, AP’s! Just show him some AP’s. Why you trying to make it all technical?” I shot.
Wolf cut his eyes over at me, looking like he wanted to hem me up by the front of my shirt, and slam me down on my head.
He was a big ass, cocky nigga. He probably spent just as much time in the gym that he did in this store.
I looked at him as a pretty boy. All that hair on his head, that thick ass beard, and just by how clean cut he dressed, I could tell that he was pretty.
All the hoes wanted him, and that’s why I didn’t want Deja anywhere around this nigga.
“I’m making it technical, so that I can see what the fuck I’m dealing with man.
It’s all kind of AP watches, that’s why I was trying to get him to be more specific.
I don’t know if he wanted something plain.
Maybe even do something flooded. Does he want stainless, rose gold?
Even the size. I need a budget too, so I can know what to pull out for him.
If you not going to cop anything from me homie, don’t speak to me. Cool?” this nigga said to me.
“Hitta, chill out,” Ced said to me, hitting me with his hand.
He knew me. He knew that I didn’t allow niggas to talk to me crazy.
I was short tempered. I’ve already said before that I’ve always been the kind of person to act first and think about the consequences later.
I didn’t see anything wrong with jumping across this counter and beating this nigga’s ass. I listened to Ced though.
I just laughed, nodded my head, allowing that nigga to feel like he had one up on me, and I dropped it.
Ced started telling Wolf the kind of AP watch that he was looking for. Of course, he wanted something that was iced out. There were a lot of them in front of us, so Wolf was able to unlock the glass case, and he slowly started pulling them out.
“Ay, whatever happened when you went over to Deja’s crib last night? You were supposed to hit me back. What you did when you got over there? Did she say that she was fuckin that nigga Kilo or what?” Ced asked me.
We were seated on stools, and Wolf was right on the other side of the glass.
Even though he was pulling the watches out, I’m sure he heard what Ced just asked me.
Even if he didn’t, I was going to make sure that my response to his question was loud.
I needed him to hear me. I needed him to know that there was no pussy over there for him.
“Man, I pulled up on her, and she was asleep in the bed. She thought shit was sweet. I dragged her out of that motha fuckin bed, tossed the phone at her, showing her the shit that Kilo posted on Instagram. She swear she didn’t fuck that nigga though.
I believe her. I know the kind of bitch that Deja is.
If she fucked him, she would have gladly looked me in my eyes and told me.
I took a shower, handled my business, and made her swallow the dick when I got out.
I tore that pussy up, man. I spent the night and when I woke up this morning, she was still asleep.
Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still knocked out.
Look at this shit right here,” I boasted, talking loudly because I wanted Wolf to hear me.
I pulled my phone out, went to my photos, and I looked for all the pictures and videos that I took of us last night while we were in the act.
I showed Ced the video of Deja down on her knees, sucking dick.
Once that video ended, I went for the one where I was hitting that shit from the back.
The video played loudly, so you could hear Deja’s moans. I was tearing her ass up.
“Ay man, ya’ll niggas wilding. Ya’ll can go on with that. Take that shit somewhere else. Freddy, can you escort them out, please?’ Wolf angrily said, sitting the case of watches down on the glass.
He was talking to one of the big ass security guards that was standing by the door, telling him to come over, so that he could escort me and Ced out.
“Nigga, what the fuck you on man? I’m showing him personal shit that don’t have anything to do with you. Why the fuck you care about what I got going on with my phone?” I shot, standing up, and pulling my sagging jeans up that fell off my waist.
There was a good number of people in the store, so when Wolf called the security over, and when I stood up out of my chair, asking him the question, a few of the customers looked over in our direction. They were trying to see what was going on.
“I don’t care about what you got going on, but nigga you being disrespectful.
You wanted me to hear what you were saying, and now that I’m giving you the reaction that you were desperately trying to get out of me, now you want to act surprised.
You been talking loudly, trying to get me to hear the shit that you were saying.
Now, you sitting your ass there, showing him private shit between you and a woman that’s not here to defend herself, and stop you from showing it.
That shit lame. That’s corny as fuck! Freddy, get these niggas out man,” he went on, ending it at that.
I laughed in his face while shaking my head.
“I’m just trying to see why you so upset, main man.
My bitch don’t know you. She gave you a little dance, and just like the rest of these niggas, you became obsessed, lost your mind and threw a twenty ball at her.
Deja don’t want you nigga. She wanted your money,” I spat, as the security walked over, and he ushered for me, and Ced to leave out of the store.
“It don’t have shit to do with me being obsessed.
I don’t know her well enough for me to be obsessed.
This got everything to do with having respect.
That ain’t even my girl, yet I got more respect for her than you.
I’m more offended by you sitting there, showing your nigga private matters between you and her than you are.
Nobody supposed to see that shit outside of you and her.
Leave out with Freddy before I have to walk around and put your ass out. You choose nigga!” he spat.
“Oh, I’ll see you, homie. For sure, I’ll see you,” that was a threat that I gave him, as I pushed my way off the security that tried to put his hands on me, and walk me out of the store.