16. Camryn ‘Cam’ Lewis
Camryn ‘Cam’ Lewis
“Nah. I ain’t trying to hit up a club. Too many eyes.
Too much security. We gotta be smart about the way we moving.
The goal is to stay the fuck out of jail and stay alive.
I just got home. I’m not trying to fuck up already,” I said to my cousin Jason, as I sat out front in the living room, with the phone glued to my ear, feet kicked up on the coffee table, coming up with a few plans to make some money.
I was at my girls rouse. Her name was Rhea.
Me, and Rhea have been through a lot of shit together.
We’ve been fuckin on and off with each other since high school.
She had to have loved me like she said she did because I knew that I wasn’t the easiest person to deal with.
I put her through a lot of shit. Fucked around on her with other women, and because of the lifestyle that I lived being so dangerous, she’s been in some fucked up situations with me before in the past where she’s almost lost her life a time or two.
Rhea was such a good girl too. When you see her, and the way she carries herself, you would question what would make her want to be with a piece of shit like me.
This girl made good grades when we were in school, she went off to community college, and now she works as a middle school science teacher.
Without me, her life would be so simple.
She had her own car, and her own apartment, but she stuck through this shit with me.
“Yeah, but we would have to do it right though. See, you’ve been locked up for so long that you don’t really know that the dancers here be making bank.
I’m always at the clubs, and sometimes I don’t like to leave that shit until it’s time for them to close.
I see the dancers, and bottle girls walk out of that bitch each night with duffle bags filled with money.
That’s an easy lick. We just gotta plan it right,” Jason said to me.
From where I was seated, I could look out into the kitchen, and my eyes were on Rhea.
She had paperwork on the dining room table because she was grading her students work.
Not only that, but she was standing in front of the stove, looking into the pot that held the shrimp alfredo.
I told her earlier that that’s what I wanted for dinner, and here she was, making it happen for me.
“I hear you. Let me look into that shit some more, and I’ll get back to you on that.
I feel like it’ll probably be a nice lick, but nigga now that I’m home, I’m thinking bigger.
Those not the kind of licks that I’m trying to be on.
While I was locked up, I came up with all kinds of plans.
Who we need to be hitting is the niggas in the drug business that’s responsible for moving the money around.
Shit, even the ones that’s responsible for moving the product.
Take it somewhere and flip it. I want different for us this time.
I ain’t trying to just be robbing random niggas and bitches that look like they got money.
I want to be definite in who I’m hitting, knowing that they got the money on them,” I went on to say.
Because the living room wasn’t too far from the kitchen, Rhea could hear me, so she sucked her teeth loudly, and I heard her groan. She hated when I would talk about this kind of shit around her.
“I like that. Shit, we would have to round the crew up for that though and really sketch it out. You know it won’t be easy to run up on a nigga with that amount of cash or drugs on him. Gotta play it safe,” he responded, and I nodded.
“Exactly. I’ll put something together tomorrow so we can all sit down and talk about it. I got my girl not too far away from me, and you know she don’t want to hear this shit,” I told him, and he laughed, knowing how Rhea was.
He told me to just go ahead, and hit him tomorrow, and I let him know that I would. From there, I tossed my phone down on the table and stood. I pulled up the joggers that I was sagging low in, so that I could walk over to the kitchen area, where Rhea was.
“Why every time a nigga get on the phone, and talk business, you gotta start doing all that eye rolling, sucking your teeth, and shit? I don’t ever see you doing all that eye rolling and shit when I leave bank rolls on the table, telling you to use it, and pay the bills with it,” I snapped.
She looked up from the pot like she was offended with what I just said to her. The way that neck went to rolling and shit, I knew that she was getting ready to curse me out.
Even though Rhea was a good girl, she was still a Miami bitch at the end of the day, so she knew how to curse a nigga out real good.
Even though I play around with her, and will fuck other hoes behind her back, she doesn’t just sit back and allow me to get over on her while I did my dirt.
Nah. A pot or anything that she could get her hands on would strike me in the head whenever she found out.
She was the reason I had to get stiches above my right eyebrow.
About two years ago, a hoe came to her as a woman about me on social media, and the second I walked in the house, she hit my ass with a bat and started wilding on me.
I made her life complicated though. She was always threatening that she was going to pick up and leave me one day, and even though she hasn’t done it yet, I felt that she was going to move her feet one day.
She didn’t deserve to be treated the way that I treat her. She was too fine of a bitch to deal with my shit. Pretty ass chocolate skin, nice body, and just all the traits that any man, or another dyke like me would like.
“Don’t say that like I just sit around expecting you to pay my bills nigga.
You were just locked up for an entire year, and I footed every bill in this motha fucka on my own.
I don’t need you for your money Cam, and you know that.
Anything that you do for me is just extra.
I get angry when you talk about shit like that over the phone because it’s just a reminder that when we would talk over the phone while you were in jail, or when I would come to see you, you were lying to me about coming home and changing.
Your literally on the same dumb ass shit that you were on before you went to jail.
What happened to you getting your CDL license?
I guess that was just jail talk, right?” she spat, cutting the stove off, and then she reached for the handle on the oven, opening it, and pulling out the pan that held the garlic bread that she placed in there.
“Bitch, I was in jail and wasn’t making any money.
Of course, you had to pay bills on your own.
Don’t act like when I was free that I wasn’t giving you money to go towards the bills.
You never really had to pay rent on your own.
Even on those times when I was a little fucked up, and didn’t have it right away, I would tell you to just go ahead, and pay it, and I would reimburse you!
” I snapped, taking a seat down at the table.
“Call me a bitch again, and I’m kicking your ass out. I already told you about that shit the other day,” she said, slamming the pan down on the counter.
“Let me would have been one of your home girls, and I called you a bitch. It would have been okay. Since it came from me, now it’s a problem.
You know fuckin well that I didn’t call you that shit to be disrespectful.
You know that’s how I talk!” I shot, not even looking her in her eyes as I talked to her because my eyes were too busy looking at her ass that was spilling out of the shorts she was wearing.
“Well change how the fuck you talk to me!” she finished. I let her get the last word. I wasn’t about to sit here and argue with her.
Even though biologically I was a woman, I don’t argue with women.
I carried myself as a man, so that’s how I moved.
I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember.
I remember being in the 1st grade and finding the girls cute in my class.
I knew that I was never attracted to boys.
I always looked at them as homeboys. I never was into wearing dresses, skirts, sandals, heels, none of those things.
Growing up, it was just my mama that was raising me, and my brother.
She accepted me for who I was. Never tried to beat this shit out of me.
She didn’t force me to wear anything that I didn’t want to wear, and that’s why till this day, I loved, respected, and honored my mother.
I was the only child that she had left. My brother was killed, and it broke her heart.
She had fears that the same thing would happen to me, especially since I was out here living life the way that I was, but I promised her every chance that I could that nothing was going to happen to me.
Rhea came over, and she moved the paperwork from the table.
I slapped her on her ass when she walked away.
She was mad, but she wasn’t too mad because she still fixed a plate for me, and she sat it down in front of me.
She knew that I liked to drink beer, so she came over with a Corona for me, sitting it on the table.
I didn’t dig into my food until she fixed her plate, grabbed something to drink for herself, and she came over, sitting next to me at the table.
“Thank you for the meal, baby,” I said to her, just trying to break the ice.
I could tell that she was still in her feelings because all she did was nod her head.
I let her sit there, and continue to be miserable, while I said a quick blessing over my food, and then I dug in.
Not even two minutes into me eating, I heard her release a sigh, so I knew that she was getting ready to start up some bullshit again.